#groping and biting and biting and biting and

[ceramini]

touchy pervy bf Jake who cant keep his hands off of reader even if they're in public he's just constantly groping n kissing her. 😣

𝟖𝟔𝟎𝒾 ──── pervy!jake f!rea ✿ smut ᵕ ᵕ clingy jake, public groping, car sex ❞ 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑹𝒀 ｡ ⠀

Jake’s always been handsy. You knew that from the start.

He touches you constantly—hands on your waist, fingers up your shirt, lips on your neck. But lately? He’s been downright shameless. It’s like he thinks dating you means full-body access 24/7, regardless of location, time, or basic decency.

Like right now.

You’re standing in the middle of a crowded store aisle, casually flipping through a rack of clothes, when you feel it, his chest pressing into your back, his chin resting on your shoulder, arms snaking around your waist like he’s just being sweet. Innocent. But his hands are anything but innocent. One slips under the hem of your hoodie, sliding up the warm plane of your stomach, while the other dips lower. Too low.

“Jake,” you whisper urgently, smacking at his wrist. “We’re in public.”

“I know,” he murmurs, not stopping for a second. His fingers toy with the edge of your skirt, then slide boldly between your legs, pressing against your panties. “But you keep walking around like this—acting like you want me to lose it.”

“I’m just dressed,” you hiss. “This is normal.”

“It’s not normal,” he says, breath hot in your ear. “You in this tiny skirt, acting like you’re not mine? Letting other people look?”

You roll your eyes, trying to pull away—but he just holds you tighter. His hand sneaks up under your bra now, palm heavy and warm on your breast, thumb brushing your nipple until your knees weaken.

“Jake,” you gasp, “stop—there’s a family right there—”

“Then be quiet, baby,” he grins, smug, planting a kiss on your cheek like he’s not literally groping you in a shopping center.

You shove him off, face hot, skirt tugged down with trembling hands. He just laughs and walks beside you like nothing happened, hand still low on your back, occasionally dipping to squeeze your ass like it’s a game.

It doesn’t stop at the checkout, either. He stands behind you, arms looped around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder while he kisses your neck softly, then less softly, then downright filthy.

“Jake,” you mutter again as he mouths at your collarbone. “I swear to God—”

“Wait till we get in the car,” he whispers, dragging his teeth over your skin. “You’re gonna sit on my lap and let me play with you. Gonna let me make you cum in the parking lot like the needy little thing you are.”

You scoff, trying to hide the way your thighs press together.

But you know he’s right.

Because the second you get to the car and the doors close—it’s over.

He doesn’t even wait for the engine to start. Just climbs over the console, straddling you in the passenger seat like a man possessed. His hands are everywhere—tugging your hoodie up, pushing your skirt around your hips, cupping your tits, rubbing between your thighs like he can’t decide which part of you to ruin first.

“Been wanting to do this all fucking day,” he groans, mouthing at your neck, biting down when your hand slips into his jeans and wraps around him.

He’s hard. So hard it makes your stomach flip. And loud, moaning openly, cursing under his breath like you’re not parked in a public lot with people walking by.

You stroke him slow, teasing, and he practically whines.

“Fuck—touch me faster. Please, baby—please.”

You bite your lip, breathless. “You’re embarrassing.”

“I don’t care,” he pants. “I’d fuck you right here with the door open if you’d let me. Let everyone see how pretty you are when you fall apart.”

You gasp as he yanks your underwear to the side, the blunt head of his cock nudging your entrance. Your head spins, heart thundering in your chest, but you nod, because you need it too.

The moment he pushes in, you both moan. Loud. Raw. His hips jerk, and his mouth falls open as he sinks into you slowly, completely, like he’s never felt anything this good.

“Holy shit,” he groans. “You’re squeezing me so tight—baby, you’re gonna make me cum already.”

He fucks you right there in the front seat, pace rough and desperate, hands greedy and trembling. He pulls your hoodie up completely, sucking hickeys onto your chest, panting your name like a prayer.

“Mine,” he whispers into your mouth. “Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.”

Your legs wrap around him, nails digging into his back as the car rocks gently with every thrust. The windows fog, your moans bounce off the interior, and you can barely think—let alone care if anyone sees.

“I’m close,” he chokes out, forehead pressed to yours, his thrusts turning erratic. “Where do I—?”

“Inside,” you whisper, already throbbing around him. “Do it inside, Jake. Please—cum in me—”

That’s all it takes.

He lets out a deep, broken moan, hips snapping forward as he spills inside you, pulsing hard, trembling with the force of it. He stays like that for a long second, deep in you, breathing heavy, face buried in your neck.

And then he laughs, soft and breathless, and kisses you.

“You make me crazy,” he whispers against your lips.

You hum, boneless. “Yeah. I noticed.”

[laceyviolets]

vi x reader

cw: piercings, overstimulation, sub!vi, dom!reader, oral fixation

men and minors dni.

vi gets her clit pierced, reader didn't know, its been a few months since the piercing healed and vi surprises the reader with it.

vi had been keeping a secret from you, and it's a little silver barbell pierced through the hood of her clit. you've always had an oral fixation, sucking on vi’s fingers during sex, sucking on her tits, sucking on her strap, and even her clit, but a period came where she always wanted to use the strap and top you, and you? you didn't complain, not once.

today was different though, things were heated, making out in your shared bedroom, with her on top of you, sitting on your lap, grinding on you, and softly moaning. you could only moan because it's a rare sight for vi to be the one sitting on your lap and grinding on you, it was always the roles reversed.

“mmm, feels so good, baby.” she whispers, before kissing your neck, hotly, open mouthed, practically teasing your hot skin with her tongue as it made your cunt feel the nerves making you wetter. your hands were on her hips, her waist, sliding up her tank top and groping her tits, pinching the pierced dusky pink nipples as you moan into her mouth like you were the one getting touched.

vi was absolutely ruined by it.

“fuck, you're touching me so good.” she moaned softly, still focused on leaving hickeys on your neck now, but her hand was holding onto your wrist, guiding it to her boxers as she asks for you there—for the first time in at least two months.

you gasp, feeling her bush, biting on her shoulder softly as your hand travels lower, until you feel It. solid, two small balls, on top of her clit and under her clit. you freeze, and vi is moaning into your ear.

“fuck, is this why you've been topping all this time? jesus, vi—when did you even get this?” you asked, pulling vi away to lower the boxers and getting a good look if the pierced clit by spreading her lips, making her clit so exposed and vulnerable, your pupils practically dilating.

“fuck.”

vi smiles, removing her boxers fully as you gather some of her slick from her dripping cunt, earning a gasp and a soft moan.

“can I? please, please, please? fuck, please, vi.” you beg, pathetically. you're practically whimpering as you bite down on your bottom lip, your slick covered thumb ghosting over the pierced bundle of nerves.

“oh? go on, baby, it's for you.” she says, letting her hips move forward so your thumb finally meets her clit, you moaned feeling how vi’s clit practically jumped at the touch, and you gently moved, not so rushed, scared you'd hurt her, but she started to move her hips, practically using the pad of your thumb making you moan before sucking on her pierced tits.

“mmm—fuck, fuck, fuck.” you moan, and vi keens. you pull away before looking at the piercing again, mouth open as you lick your lips and look up at vi with such a pathetic look.

“sit on my face, please? please, i'll make you feel so good, I promise.” you beg.

vi’s breathless, her chest heaving, sweat trickling down her back as she pushes you down on the bed, adjusting her position to hover right above your lips as she spreads her pussy for your gaze.

“yeah? my good girl is gonna be so good for me, huh?” she says, teasing you. lowering her lips, letting your mouth chase after it when she pushed herself back up before you grab her hips and finally sit her down on you making her gasp and hold onto the headboard.

“fuck! oh shit— slow down—o-oh fuck.” she babbles, trying to keep her composure as your tongue flicked on her pussy, collecting her juices, swallowing, before your lips focused on her pierced clit—making her cum for the first time that night.

it took about two orgasms before she was begging you to slow down, but you made her lay comfortably on the bed before wringing out about two more orgasms with her begging you to stop.

she was so sensitive, so overstimulated that her clit was pulsing, and her eyes were watery, but you?

you wanted one last round.

with her thighs practically squeezing your head in place, and your mouth gently sucking and licking on her sensitive swollen and tired pussy, she squirts. thighs shaking, hips twitching as spurts of her saccharine fluid get on your face, the sheets, and her thighs. and your mouth? blessed, finally off of her as you gently leave kisses on her hot skin, her thighs twitch a little at the feeling as she pants, before she's a whimpering sensitive mess for you.

a/n: uh, first post, kinda nervous lol. also, this was written in a span of thirty minutes because I had a thought about it, if you guys see errors or it's just so direct—it's probably because it was 1:00 am and I have work the next day. xoxo

[angelic-afsa]

Satoru was done for.

His heart raced as he burst through the door of the place you both shared. Desperate hunger killing him. He had been pent up all day, his cock throbbing in his pants as he fantasized about you. He needed you now.

You, lounged on the couch with a thin tee, hair sprawled all over.

He had smelled your conditioner by the entrance. You had showered. The closer he gets, the more overwhelmed he is. All five senses are foggy as they cloud his mind. He was thinking with his cock as he stumbled towards you.

You had seen him like this in limited occasions. Usually you got fucked good.

He wanted to consume you. He hovers over you, body casting a shadow from where you sat.

He needed to release, and he needed it now.

In a flash, he was on top of you as his muscular body pinned you down. He captured both lips in a bruising kiss. He licked into your mouth, his tongue invading yours.

His hands shook so much as they roamed, squeezing and groped you. Desperate to feel skin against his own.

He fumbled as he took off your tee and threw it somewhere. Exposed tits are what he saw. He paused then continued his actions.

Latching on a stiff nipple, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud. He ground his clothed erection against her core, the friction delicious even through the fabric.

"I need you so bad," he mumbles, his first word's back home today.

He yanked down his own sweatpants, freeing his massive cock. It slapped against his stomach. Rock hard and leaking pre-cum. Satoru hooked his fingers in your panties and ripped them off.

You exclaim out of surprise, he just tosses the torn scrap of fabric to the side. He could practically feel the warmth of your heat as it clouded his mind.

He wanted to taste you so bad. He was going to be the reason in the morning you'd be sore, you predicted. You tug off his shirt as his sculpted chest is fully revealed.

You were done for.

[blushhbambi]

jj maybank x candy!reader mdniᝰ.ᐟ stripper!reader, pole / lap dances, groping... ༉‧₊˚. word count;¹k

“jj where the fuck did you get this kinda money?”

“c’mon mama, don't worry ‘bout that now.”

he's cooing close to your ear, a fat wad of cash waving close to your face as you squint up at him wondering how jj fucking maybank got even enough money for your clubs shitty lap dances, let alone a private room and a huge ass tip.

he smiled at the look on your face, doing a one over of you and your little outfit and all that soft skin on show, fuck he adored you, every time his mangy ass managed to scrounge up some money you know it'd be tucked safely between the smooth of your skin and the lace and glitter of your costume. he wanted you all to himself, away from all those grubby kook hands.

“this mean i'm in your good books again, hm-?” ,he whispers smugly into the shell of your ear, you can only scoff and smile, you knew how much he wanted this, always spoiling his favorite girl.

“how ‘bout a private show mama?” ,he nips at your ear crowding you against the counter in rush hour at the club.

he knew about the policies and the rules all the yap about ‘no touching the girls’ in the club but how could he help himself when you looked so perfect. all wrapped in ribbon and silk like a gift just waiting for him to unwrap. and of course you let it slide with jj, you just had a sweet spot for him.

you manage to hold back a laugh shaking your head with a bitten back smile.

“you're so full of shit jj—”

“you love it—”

eventually you're both in a private booth, the dim lights practically making you glow as you began your show on the pole. jj sat back, legs spread wide as he stared on. the familiar humorous glint to his eye was now gone, replaced with something darker, made obvious by his now dilated, blown out pupils.

you danced so prettily, so gracefully it seemed like a dream as you spun around the pole holding yourself up. jj didn't know what was real. you clouded his brain in a white hot fog, filling his senses with your swaying hips and sweet perfume.

you smile sweetly, almost shy to his gaze as you lower yourself again, padding towards him in your glittery heels.

jj shakes his head smirking, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched you step between his spread thighs, like you belonged there, you fit so perfectly it was like you did. you placed your palms on his shoulders, softly tilting you head as if to ask how he liked it.

he sleazily grinned.

“you're somethin’ else ma—”, he laughs lazily tracing up the soft skin of your foreheads arm, up to your shoulder and the strap of your flimsy costume, tugging it with a soft snap back against your skin making your smile wide. he let himself tuck a hundred dollar bill against the flushed skin of your tits, letting his touch linger with a desperate heat. his gaze was heavy. practically undressing the already so little fabric that covered you, making you bite back your smirk.

calloused hands suddenly squeezed your sides and rub over your hip bones to tug you closer.

“jj…”, you whisper out his name in warning, unable to hold back the excitement in your voice even though it was so wrong

“yeah mama?”, he cocks his head drawing out his words slowly, letting his palms run over you, his eyes flickering over you for any signs of objection. your bottom lip catches between your teeth as you feel him rub over the fat of your ass, kneeling it softly. you hum with need, practically buzzing, you'd forgotten about your job, about the money. your head was empty except for jj.

jj leant forward and you follow his movements, both of your breath is heavy and you feel his nose brush yours. he fills your thoughts with salty ocean and cheap cologne.

you let out a little noise feeling his lips brush yours, its soft and then there's a sudden weight to it as his tongue brushes over the seam of your lips. you dont even notice how he was watching your every move so intently or the twitch of his smirk as he suddenly leant back. leaving you flushed and cold, you weren't meant to feel this way with clients, you swallow carefully stepping back before he tuts with a proud smile tugging you back close to him.

jj softens seeing the conflict behind your eyes.

“sorry.” he mutters out beneath his breath with and he meant it. you could just tell.

“don't be…”

he pulls his hands away from you holding them with a little shame. your so sweet it rots his heart. he feels his stomach turn at the sight you, but he hides it quickly with his usual confidence as he blinks up at you smirking again. he tries to humour you letting the soft moment pass, he knew you both couldn't afford it to last anyway.

“how ‘bout a lap dance now sweetness?”, he jokes with a wide grin, hoping to see you light up again and you do, laughing so sweetly and holding your face.

you place yourself on his lap, as he holds your weight comfortably. he kept his hands to himself, tracing his fingers over the bills.

“careful now you might go full kook.”, you giggle warning him as he stares over you, he'd never get used to how pretty you were, and how much more so whilst sat on his lap.

“if it means having you to myself I might—”

© written by blushhbambi— do not steal or claim as ur own ᝰ.ᐟ

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! May you all wishes come trueeee!!!!! 🥹✨

I thought of Werewolf!Kid with “What if I kissed you right now? Would you stop me?" prompt? When his s/o gets to know what he truly is? I wish for a happy endinggg! Tysm for reading it and once more HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY!!!

This was actually the first request I got for my birthday event! I'm so sorry, Anon, that I only got to write it now! If you're still there, I hope you read this! Thank you so much for the birthday wishes, even if I'm only replying nine months later!

Source for pic

Love me or leave me

Word Count: 5069

Tags: gn!reader; werewolf!Kid; alternate universe; medieval setting; gore; violence; blood; slight angst; love confessions; self-loathing;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Your village is the battleground of a century-old battle between werewolves and vampires. When your only certainty is your hate for the monsters and your love for Kid, the truth that comes out during the latest battle threatens to unravel all you believe. Forced to make an impossible choice, you need to weigh how much of your humanity you are willing to sacrifice.

Notes: This was supposed to be like 2k long... it escalated. Also had to double-check the request because I was about to make it a very bad ending! Sorry, not sorry! I know I should be posting Imperfect, but I'm late again. I humbly offer this to appease any anger! Love you all!

|Masterlist|

The wind howled through the vale in unforgiving surges, its sharp bite reminding you that winter was much closer than the turning of days left in the season.

It had rained during the night, so you left your house at the crack of dawn, waiting diligently for the first light before you set foot outside the dilapidated village’s gate. No matter how eager you might’ve been to get your hands on some game, this was one of your dad’s cardinal rules to follow: if shadows stay, don’t dare to stray.

So, as soon as the first tentative ray of light shone through the bent iron teeth of the gate, you were off.

There were no deer to account for in the dense woods. Once, these woods had been brimming with life, especially after a rainy night. Now… you’d be lucky to get your hands on a hare or a squirrel. 

Every crack of wood, every whoosh through the leaves, every howl of the wind made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You had nocked the ashwood arrow on the bow, ready to fly at the first sound of trouble. The sun might’ve been up, but these woods were dense and thick, more shadow than sunshine seeping through the falling leaves and thick boughs. 

You couldn’t risk an encounter with one of them. That’s why the ashwood arrows you were carrying were also consecrated. Leave nothing to chance — another cardinal rule.

The words your father used to utter were still etched deeply into your very soul. They had kept you alive in these beast-infested lands for years. 

And you planned on living many more.

-*-

There was mud everywhere. 

You left the packed market street lighter than when you came in, and far dirtier — and that was saying a lot, since you had spent most of the morning deep in the woods. The rain from yesterday had upturned the dirt and filth from the busiest street in the village, and trekking through the crowded mass of tents, stalls, and grubby bodies made the task of staying relatively clean impossible. 

You’d have to run down by the lake to give your clothes a thorough wash before the sun set; it wasn’t like you had clothes and boots to spare, anyway. And these days, the sun set rather fast. But the wards around the church needed to be replenished before that, and maybe, if there were enough salt left, the ones around your own home too. 

You were so deep in thought that you barely sensed a presence before a hand groped your ass. But it took you less than a second to twist your body and hold your sharp, bone-handled dagger against the assailant’s throat. 

“Easy there, sweetheart,” the man purred, hands raised in the air, a familiar cocky grin twisting his lips. 

“You could’ve lost your head, Kid,” you grunted, shoving him with your palms against his buffy chest. He barely moved. The man was massive, nearly two meters tall, built like a bull, with shaggy red hair and scars all over his face and torso. He screamed ‘dangerous’.

A loud guffaw escaped his lips as he pulled you by the waist, flushing your body against his and nuzzling your neck with his nose. “Ain’t a chance in hell of that happenin’, but I admire the confidence.”

Smug bastard. 

“Maybe I’ll cut off another head, then,” you taunted, one hand slithering between your bodies to palm the hardness forming in his crotch. 

He let out a low grunt, and his fingers dipped into your waist. “I seem tae recall that ye care a great deal for that particular head. Maybe even more than the one on me shoulders, I reckon.”

“Meh,” you started. “I’m sure I could find anoth—”

“Better no’ finish that sentence,” he threatened, a hint of jealousy and anger lacing his words. 

“Or what?” 

“Or ye dannae get tae play with any head,” he said with a grin as you pouted at his words. Then, without giving you any time to reply, he curled his hand around the back of your neck and crashed his lips against yours, immediately nipping at your lower lip with his wickedly sharp teeth until you relented and allowed him entry. 

“Cruel thing,” you taunted, panting as he pulled back after a while. 

“Missed ye last night. Godsdamned night patrol.”

You sighed and pecked him on the lips once more before locking your fingers with his and starting the trek back home. Eustass Kid was one of the guards stationed at your village, and had been for years. He was one of the first Kingsguard to come to protect it, back when there were still funds and the patrols were heavily armed and manned. Now, only a few remained: underarmed, undersupplied, underpaid.

The only reason the king hadn’t fully pulled the force back was that your village had a most precious gold mine. But it was located in a very unlucky place, an in-between territory of a centuries-old war between werewolves and vampires. And its inhabitants were the unfortunate casualties of it.

You hated the beasts, all of them. Vampires and werewolves were equally at fault for what had happened to your family. First, your mother, then your father, and your siblings. All gone in the same month. Fuel to feed their aching bellies and support them in an inane war where no beast won, but all humans lost. 

You hated them with the fury of an entire legion. 

“How was huntin’?” Kid asked, chasing away your thoughts and nodding at the cloth bag slung over your shoulder. 

“Scarce. Draining,” you sighed. “I caught a big, fat hare, though,” you added proudly, grinning at him. 

“Aye? Where is it?”

Your shoulders slumped. “Traded it for salt. Figured it was time to replenish the wards, and being alive beats being hungry any day, right?”

He nodded solemnly, then grinned back at you, looping one finger through the hoop of the bag and lifting it. “And yer carryin’ all that salt by yer wee self? Want a real man tae carry it?”

You shoved him playfully and adjusted the strap back on your shoulder. “I do! When you see one, let me know.”

He smirked at you, that wide, mischievous smirk that had gotten you into trouble many times before. The one that promised all the naughty things and reminded you why it had been so hard to admit you loved him. 

Because the beasts took everything away. And you didn’t want to lose him. 

At first, you’d taken Kid into your bed - after much insistence on his part - because you needed to let out your anger and frustrations, and what better way to do it than with mind-blowing, problem-erasing sex?

But then things evolved. And though it took you a few years to admit it, you loved the smug bastard. And he loved you back. He’d proven it time and again. 

You stopped with a sigh and stared at the church. You’d go to your home first, then to the church, and finally to the lake. That was the plan, anyway. 

“The full moon is in a week,” you whispered, shifting the flirty mood quickly. “Though I saw traces of vampire activity in the woods today. They’re getting bolder.”

Vampires usually left the village alone during the month; it was only when the full moon neared, a day or two before, that they would come and feast, to be strong enough to fight the hordes of wolves. Yet now…

The church bells began ringing. A loud, alarmed call, not the usual summons to prayer, but a warning sign.

“Get the fuck inside!” Kid roared, shoving you to get you moving and reaching for his sword, fiery eyes already scanning the horizon and the sky for approaching threats. 

“The children…” you whispered, your gaze on the church doors, where one of the elders taught them the folklore and the history of your world during the day. “I’ll meet you at the mine!” you yelled back, already sprinting towards the building, ignoring Kid’s distressed shout.

The sun hid behind the clouds, rain gathering in their darkness, ready to pour down at a moment’s notice. And out of them, shadows descended, swooping over the village. Then the screaming began. 

All-too-familiar screams of surprise and pain. And then the begging, and the gurgling sound of defeat. Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you nocked an arrow into your bow and pulled on the string, ready to fire as your steps raced you towards the church. 

With a kick and a muttered apology to the gods above, either the ancient ones or the one worshiped at this altar, you entered and turned your back on the inside of the building, aiming your arrow towards the grey sky. 

“Get out! I’ll lead you to the mine where it’s safe!” Your shout echoed inside the church, its high ceiling carrying your voice like an ominous warning. 

“No!” an alarmed elderly voice answered from the inside. “The church is safe! It’s always been!”

Shadows curled in the air in front of you, fast and swift, before a shape came along. With a snarl, a vicious vampire snapped his fangs your way, one foot already on the threshold of the church door. 

Too close!

But the arrow was already nocked, the string already humming with unreleased tension. So you lowered the tip and aimed for the heart, letting it fly the short distance between you. 

It struck true, and the combination of ashwood and the holiness of the consecration did its job. The beast erupted into flames, shrieking so loudly you had to fight the urge to cover your ears, opting instead to nock another arrow. 

“The wards are down! They were going to be replenished today! The mine is safe!” You turned back, finding the panicked gaze of an elder man, a salt-and-pepper beard covering his wrinkled face. “Please! I’ll get you there safely!”

When they started towards you, you breathed in relief, then refocused your attention outside, ignoring the pained screams, the singing of swords being brandished, and the pleading. So much pleading. 

You aimed for two more vampires, and they fell writhing, but you only had two more ashwood arrows. Then your dagger would have to do. 

While you ushered the children towards the mine, urging them to move fast and instructing the older ones to help the youngest, your eyes swept the village’s center, searching for a mane of red hair, for a frenzied man fighting off threats, but you couldn’t see him. He was probably right in the middle of all the action, as usual.

Reckless, reckless man!

Two guards came rushing towards you, blood, gore, and ash clinging to their skin like armor, but you let out a relieved breath. “Take them to the mines! Hurry!”

They took over for you, the mine entrance a few meters ahead. Safety. Shadows still lurked around the village, though the screams were fading. You hoped that meant the people had managed to retreat towards the mine instead of them having fallen prey to the beasts. 

There!

Suddenly, a flash of red caught your attention, and you rushed towards it. Kid was surrounded by three vampires who seemed to be snickering and taunting him. Kid was weighing his options, knowing that if he lunged for one, he’d leave his back open for another to claim. 

No room to think. 

Barely a breath later, you aimed. Centered your balance. Shot. 

One fell with a shriek, the other two snapped their hissing heads in your direction, and a beat later, they were both beheaded by Kid’s great sword. 

Relief crashed down in relentless waves as you saw he was all right, and his face was a mirror of yours. You took one step towards him and then—

A cold hand wrapped around your neck, one of them blinking into existence right in front of you, without any time to nock an arrow and certainly not enough time to unsheathe your dagger. 

He lifted you off your feet before you had the chance to blink, and you knew this was it.

You were going to die. 

The beast snarled and opened his unnatural, gaping mouth, fangs glistening with saliva and blood, putrid, hot breath overwhelming your senses. 

You were going to die. 

You glanced at Kid, because it was a much better choice to have him be your last vision than this foul, wicked creature, but he was gone. And then it all happened too fast and too slow at the same time. 

Something lurched against the vampire, ripping him away from you, tearing his death grip loose as you fell to the floor, gasping for air and blindly reaching for your last ashwood arrow. 

You nocked it, knowing without looking that Kid had been the one to rip the beast from you, but when you turned and aimed… there were two beasts rolling on the floor in a heated fight. 

The vampire and…

Kid. 

Except Kid was not Kid. His face had half-turned into something with an elongated snout, his teeth were sharp, vicious, and dripping saliva. Half of him - an arm, a leg, his torso - was covered in shaggy red fur, his limbs contorting and snapping as he transformed. Unearthly howls left his feral mouth as if the transformation was destroying him. 

He was a werewolf. 

No. No. No. No.

You couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Kid was the monster from your nightmares. You still held the bow taut, ready to fire, but your hand was shaking, following the two beasts as the infernal howls and roars filled the empty village.

Until a final roar erupted from the vampire’s mouth as Kid sank his unnatural fangs into its neck, ripping half of the beast’s throat in one bite and using one hand and a clawed paw to tear apart the remaining tendons, muscles, and veins that held the head and torso together. 

Thick, black blood sprayed everywhere, darkening the bright red of Kid’s fur, and time stood still. Your heart thundered away, and in your mind, a broken word repeated itself to oblivion, tainting happy memories of the time you and Kid shared. 

No. No. No. No.

Kid’s transformation had somehow halted, and the rational part of your brain wondered how he’d even managed to tap into the beast’s power when the full moon was still a week away. 

But all you could think about was how he was one of them. He was a beast that you hated. And he had lied to you. Comforted you when you cried for your lost family, held you close as danger approached, and—

A gasp left your lips at the sudden realisation. You never found it odd that he was nowhere to be seen during the full moon. After all, he was a guard, and during that week, the whole village sought refuge inside the mines, under the mountain, surrounded by wards. 

You never saw him during that week. Never.

Because he was one of them.

You steadied your bow, lowering it until your remaining arrow was pointed straight at Kid’s heart. He was panting through his snout, orange eyes flaring brighter than you’d ever seen them, but opened wide. “Don’t…” 

You could tell that he wasn’t pleading for his life. He was asking you not to look at him like the monster he was. A sob ripped through your throat, and your knuckles whitened with the grip you had on the bow. 

“Liar!” Tears flowed freely down your cheeks, blurring your vision, but you did nothing to stop them. Oh gods, you were so nauseous, you were going to be sick. This could not be happening. It could not. “You’re a fucking liar!” you repeated the accusation, the pain in your voice forcing a whine out of him as he retreated a few steps, holding one arm and one paw up.

“I wanted—”

“How long? How fucking long?” Gods, gods, the roaring in your head was too much to bear. The pain in your chest, all-consuming. This couldn’t be true, couldn’t!

He retreated again because you had taken a menacing step towards him. The arrow trembled, your arm failed you, but your rage was so sharp it alone could kill. 

“For a very long time. Before ye.” Kid’s voice still sounded human. More gravelly, touched by something unnatural but not unkind. He hadn’t shifted completely and still stood in his half-form, pleading with you.

No, no, no, no, no!

Rapid breaths left your lungs as you let the bow and arrow clatter to the floor. You sank to your knees and punched the ground, clamping one hand on your throat to keep the pain and nausea contained. 

“You didn’t think I deserved to know this?” your voice was but a croak, and you didn’t dare look back at him. 

“I ain’t never asked for this! Fuck! I stand ma feckin’ ground and defend this village with all I have! I defend ye! Ye think I want this? I bind meself tae the feckin’ woods every godsdamned month! Have tae hide ma feckin’ trail and ma feckin’ scent just tae avoid bein’ gutted by bloodsuckers! Have tae suffer through ma own wards just tae survive another week! Tae come back tae ye!”

His words wounded like knives through your heart. That he would go through all of this just to be close to you. He could’ve fled to one of the packs in the mountains; he seemed big enough to be an Alpha or a Beta, at least — even in this half-shifted form. You could only imagine the size of him with the full transformation. But he had stayed. He had endured. 

For you. 

“Oh, gods… I…” You lifted your face to stare back at him, a grimace twisting your features. “I loved you, Kid…”

The sound he let out was anything but human, and you sobbed again when it reverberated inside your chest. 

“Loved?”

Loved. Because how could you love a beast? How could you love a monster? How could you love what helped kill your family and take away all the love in your life?

But before you could answer or even before he could demand to know more, a sudden gust of wind turned everything into uproar. Leaves scattered, mud splattered, and you raised your arm to shield your eyes from the grit being thrown around. 

When the dust settled, the shadows remained, like a living creature themselves. The stench of fresh blood and something rotten hit you before you even got a glimpse at what you were facing: two vampire overlords. The rulers of the clans in the mountains, most certainly. They stood behind Kid, creepy smirks twisting their thin lips into ghoulish smiles, pale skin misty with the drizzle of rain that was starting to pour from the skies they had flown down from, and their eyes… their blood-red eyes shone with hunger and cruelty.

“RUN!” Kid’s warning turned into a growl as he twisted on his haunches, using his paw to sink his claws into the neck of one of them. 

The hit never landed. 

Your heart thumped against your chest in a fast tempo, and your breath came in heaves and whizzes. You managed to get up, fingers already slipping against the damp wood of the bow. Kid attacked with his claws and his muzzle, teeth snapping and fangs flashing, but the overlords didn’t stay still long enough for his hits to strike. They turned into shadows and mist, slipping through his fingers. 

You turned, swallowing down a lump, and angled your body to race to the mines. Kid roared. And you stopped. 

You turned back to the fray just in time to see Kid grabbing one of the overlords by the throat, one that had slashed Kid in the shoulder, and slamming it against the muddy ground. You could’ve sworn the ground itself shook with the force of the hit. 

“RUN, GODSDAMNIT!” he roared again, sweat, blood, and gore covering him whole. You could see he was trying to fully shift into a werewolf so he could stand a chance, because as a half-man, half-beast, he was easy prey to the two overlords. But the full moon was not out. It would not be for a full week. He was powerless.

You took a step back, eyes never leaving the fighting beasts, then another, and another, and—

You owed him nothing. He had lied to you. Omitted crucial information about himself when he knew well enough how much you hated werewolves and vampires and all manner of supernatural beasts. 

He lied! He lied! He lied!

But he also loved you.

Yes, he was a monster. The kind of monster that lived inside your head, in your nightmares. But he was also the man who protected you, kept you safe, and made you happy. The man who turned your empty life into something bearable, something worth living. 

Yes, the beasts had taken everything away from you. But he had given it all back.

You couldn’t leave him. You couldn’t let him die. 

With a steadying breath, you nocked your last ashwood arrow, sending a prayer to the gods above, to any gracious enough to hear your plea, and then aimed.

One of the overlords was pinning Kid to the ground, his hands gripping Kid’s wrists and forcing them to an unnatural angle behind his back. The other was preparing to rip out Kid’s throat. 

That one was your target. 

You didn’t lose another second to idle thoughts. You just let the arrow fly true. 

It sliced through the air and rain, the cold and dampness, and struck the overlord in the back. It plunged so deep and fast it came out the other side. 

The overlord screeched for a fraction of a second before dissolving into black, putrid ash. The other turned his sights on you, but before he could lunge, Kid twisted his body and pinned him to the floor, one bony, furry knee pressing down on the beast’s neck. 

With two fast strides, you were next to them, your dagger letting out a beautiful song before you plunged its sacred blade into the monster’s neck, letting it sink to the hilt. 

It too dissolved into nothingness. 

It was over. 

You both panted, trying to catch your breath, letting your bodies catch up with your emotions.

Then Kid grunted, falling on his knees while tremors shook his body. Bones snapped, cracked, and returned to normal. After a few seconds, he was your Kid again. 

“Why didnae ye run?” He sounded pained not just from exhaustion, but from so much more. 

“I couldn’t leave you… I—” You slumped to the floor, everything too heavy to bear. “I couldn’t let you die.”

Kid was still shaking, his face crumpled into a grimace as the relentless rain poured heavily on his back, pooling around his torn clothes and mixing with black blood and wet ash. 

“Ye should’ve. I kept the truth from ye. I am the monster ye fear.” His teeth snapped as he clenched them shut. They were still abnormally enlarged, big fangs pressing down on his lower lip, somehow not drawing blood. “I just…” 

Kid slumped forward, elbows hitting the mud as his body shook and trembled, bones and muscles still settling back to those of a man instead of a beast. 

“I tried tae tell ye so many times. But I always choked up. I… didnae want tae lose ye.” Kid’s voice cracked, and he looked away from you. His hair clung to his eyes in bright, wet strips as the rain increased around you. 

“I don’t know you, Kid. I don’t know who you are,” you sobbed. Your hand still gripped the bone handle of your dagger as if your life depended on it. You gazed at it, and then at Kid. 

He saw it. 

His eyes narrowed with pain, and he knelt in the mud, facing you with his back straight, letting you know that if you wanted, he would face death at your hands. 

“You knew what happened to my family, and you still never said anything. You taught me how to handle myself and, shit—you gave me this,” you said, opening your palm to show him the dagger. Your hand was trembling so much that you wouldn’t be surprised if it fell into the mud. “You swore to protect me from the monsters when you were one of them!”

“I ain’t like ‘em!” Kid growled. His eyes flashed brighter, and you could hear his bones snapping, as if anger and rage were trigger enough to set his shapeshifting in motion. “I don’t kill for sport! I protect. I set up ward after ward tae keep me away from the village! Tae keep me contained in the woods where I can rip ‘em tae shreds. I never wanted tae hurt ye…”

You gripped the dagger again, getting up on wobbly feet and moving towards him. Even on his knees, he was massive. You’d never seen a man this large; you should’ve known. 

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth… there were so many opportunities…” You spent so much time together. Kid spent most nights in your bed. You used all the time you managed to steal away from your responsibilities to be with each other… why?

He sagged. His whole body deflated in defeat as you took step after step towards him, your dagger dripping with wet rain, still stained from the black blood of the overlord. 

“Because… because for ye I wanted tae be a man. No’ a beast, no’ a monster… just someone ye could love.” You stopped when the sorrow in his voice hit you like a slap. Your eyes sought his, and what you saw in them wasn’t blind rage or unnatural fury. It was love and guilt and pain and grief. “I wanted tae be somethin’ good for once…”

You understood that. 

And you hated how much you didn’t hate him for it. 

Because all he wanted was to feel human. 

“I loved you, Kid…” you croaked. The words felt like shards in your throat, and you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing even if you wanted to. The rain picked up and drowned every other sound except the thrumming of your heart against your hollow chest. “I loved the man you were.”

“I’m still him,” Kid said. 

You took another wobbly step and set one hand on his shoulder. The other gripped the dagger and trembled. 

“I would’ve loved all the ugliness too, if you’d given me half the chance and time, but now…” You felt exhausted. Your bones were weary, and your mind was racing. He was a monster… he was a beast… he was the face of your nightmares. 

“Do what ye have tae do,” Kid conceded. Then, with a deep breath, he wrapped his calloused hand around yours and held the dagger to his throat. “Do what ye feel is right.”

Your breath came in sharp bursts. Your hand trembled, even in his grasp, and you hesitated. The weight of everything pressed on your back like a boulder; the rawness of his love bled inside your veins. 

“If ye want tae kill me, I will no’ stop ye. If ye want tae banish me away—” His voice broke, and when he swallowed hard, the tip of the dagger broke skin. A tiny droplet of blood ran down his neck and gathered on the hollow of his throat. Your eyes followed its path. “—I will no’ stop ye. But if there’s any chance that ye still feel the way I do—”

Your breath hitched, and he gripped your hand tighter, willing you to look him in the eyes. Your lower lip trembled so much that you had to bite down on it just to get it to stop. 

Kid reached out with his other hand and cupped your cheek with it, his thumb silently wiping the trail of tears and rain, of blood and anguish.

“Do ye—?” His breathy voice broke again, and you felt the way his hand shook against your skin. “Do ye still love me?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“I don’t know…”

“What if I kissed ye right now?” He shuffled closer, but didn’t loosen his grip on the dagger. Another droplet fell and pooled together with the one from before. 

Together…

“Would ye stop me?”

You opened your mouth, ready to answer, but only a sob and a ragged breath came out. The hand you had on his shoulder gathered the fabric of his shirt and clenched, like you couldn’t pull away, like you couldn’t bear to part with him. 

Was that answer enough?

“Please…” Kid begged. His free hand gripped the back of your thigh in an all-too-familiar gesture, sending tingles up your spine. 

“Try me…” It was a compromise. You didn’t admit to wanting him, but you didn’t admit to not wanting him. There were too many conflicting emotions inside of you, and you couldn’t make sense of any of them. 

Kid leaned forward slowly, angling his head towards you. He gulped again and hesitated, giving you enough time to pull back or to shove the dagger into his throat. You did neither. 

And then his lips met yours tentatively. He had never kissed you with so much tenderness and softness, and time stood perfectly still as you adjusted to your feelings. 

But then the soft thud of the dagger falling in the mud woke you, and you buried your fingers into his hair, gripping him and pulling him towards you in a devastating kiss. 

Kid groaned, both hands on the back of your thighs now, pulling you flush against him and opening his mouth. He swiped his tongue along the seam of your lips, begging entrance into your mouth, your heart, your soul.

You let him. 

You didn’t know what would happen later, or tomorrow, or next month. But in this moment, you were only glad Kid was alive and with you.

Even when you could still taste the blood in his mouth, even when you still felt the sharpness of his fangs, even when the monster he was lay just under the surface of the man you were kissing. 

Whatever came next could wait.

He was still the man you fell in love with. 

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summer pool fics !!

if you're currently writing for the boys (aswell as smut), the deep x marine animal ! male supe reader? specifically a lemon shark "hybrid" if possible. ^^

i lov your fics so much!! no scenario in mind, other than the summer pool idea,., myb kevin finding out reader has gills or something. ^3^

i humbly apply to be, 🐙 anon

Love Bites

Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male Reader

Summary: The scorching summer heat wave had just begun, and for an aquatic supe like you, a dip in the pool was becoming a very appealing prospect.

A/N: It ended up not being smut, I just couldn't figure out how to make it cohesive enough to get anywhere. Instead we just get a make out scene and Kevin being a pervert. I'm collecting anons like Pokémon :D

TW: Suggestive - Flirting - Teasing - Biting - Blood - Makeing out - Supe reader

Joining The Seven, Vought's elite superhero team, was never on your radar. Especially not in a city like New York, where your unique aquatic abilities felt largely out of place. However, your consistent and effective efforts in aiding coastal cities during various crises had not gone unnoticed. Vought, ever the opportunists, extended an offer they described as a "partnership" with The Deep, their resident aquatic hero.

You were initially hesitant, wary of the corporate machine and the spotlight that came with it. But then, they dangled the ultimate bait: a luxurious residence with prime waterfront access, complete with your own private pool. For someone whose powers thrived in and around water, it was an offer you simply couldn't refuse.

Adapting to life alongside The Deep, or Kevin as you quickly learned was his real name, proved surprisingly easy. It was as if the particularly over-friendly nature of the lemon shark — the very creature whose DNA you shared — was seeking a kindred spirit. This innate connection seemed to effortlessly draw you towards Kevin, who, despite his expensive cologne, perpetually carried the faint, familiar scent of fish.

Kevin, in turn, developed an immediate fondness for you. Perhaps it was the way you shadowed him, not quite a lost puppy, but certainly with an undeniable loyalty. Or perhaps, and this was the more intriguing possibility, he genuinely felt a connection that transcended your shared aquatic abilities. It certainly didn't hurt that every lewd comment or inappropriate action Kevin made was met with an almost disarming affection from you. He could grope your backside in a hallway, or make a suggestive remark about how your sharp teeth would feel against his skin, and you would simply meet his gaze with a genuine, unperturbed smile.

He wouldn't readily admit it, but there was something about you that captivated him. The dangerous glint in your sharp, predatory teeth when you smiled, the subtle lisp that laced your words, the way your eyes mimicked the piercing, lifeless gaze of a lemon shark yet still managed to hold so much vibrant life and warmth within them. He found himself drawn to all of these qualities, and if he were truly honest, even more beyond that. That's precisely why he found himself at your place on this scorching summer day, content to sit by the shimmering pool.

Kevin watched, mesmerized, as you gracefully navigated the cool water. Occasionally, you'd break the surface, your head emerging to fix him with an intense stare, like a predator sizing up its prey – a juicy tuna, perhaps. He hadn't even realized how long he'd been staring until you effortlessly pulled yourself from the pool, your swim trunks clinging loosely to your hips.

"You going to sit there all day or are you going to join me?" you huffed, now standing over Kevin, arms crossed, a challenging glint in your eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow, a new observation catching his attention. How had he never noticed your gills before? Most likely, your superhero suit concealed them, just as his did. And it seemed that when you weren't submerged, they seamlessly closed up, becoming practically invisible. "You have gills?" he murmured, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

You let out a low sigh, a playful smirk touching your lips. "Yeah, and they're far less uglier than yours," you retorted, gesturing pointedly towards Kevin's bare torso, where his own prominent gills were on full display. The unspoken challenge in your words hung in the air, a silent invitation for him to prove you wrong.

"Hey! Mine aren't ugly," Kevin scoffed, though a smirk played on his lips. He ran a hand over his own gills, almost defensively. "They're... efficient. And clearly, more developed." He pushed himself off the edge of the pool, moving closer to where you stood. "Besides, I've had mine since birth. You just kept yours a secret."

You rolled your eyes, a small ripple going through the water at the motion. "Not a secret, just... not something I lead with. Not exactly a great icebreaker, 'Hi, I have gills!'" You shivered slightly as a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your wet skin. Kevin noticed, his gaze softening as he grabbed a towel from a nearby lounge chair.

"Here," he said, holding it out to you. "You'll catch a chill."

You took the towel, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, a genuine smile gracing your lips, the sharp edges of your teeth less intimidating in the soft light. "So, still not joining?"

Kevin considered it for a moment, looking at the inviting blue of the pool, then back at you. He liked seeing you like this, relaxed and unguarded, away from the demanding glare of Vought Tower and the constant performance of being a supe. He liked that you didn't judge his often clumsy attempts at humor or his more... forward tendencies. With you, it felt less like he was playing a part, and more like he could just be.

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "But only if you promise not to try and out-swim me." He winked.

You laughed, a clear, bright sound. "No promises, Deep. You know how competitive I get."

As he stepped into the cool water, the sudden splash momentarily dousing you, he noticed the way your eyes, those captivating shark-like eyes, gleamed with something akin to genuine happiness. Maybe, just maybe, this "partnership" was exactly what they both needed.

The cool water was a welcome respite from the oppressive summer heat, and Kevin relished the sensation as he submerged himself. He pushed off the bottom, gliding towards you with an easy grace that belied his often awkward terrestrial demeanor. When he surfaced, shaking water from his hair, you were already treading water a few feet away, a playful challenge in your shark-like eyes.

"So, the great Deep finally deigns to join the common folk," you teased, a splash of water hitting his face.

Kevin chuckled, wiping the water from his eyes. "Someone had to show you how it's done. You're just splashing around." He propelled himself forward, a powerful kick of his legs sending him surging through the water. He was fast, undeniably so, but you were no slouch either. With a flick of your wrist and a subtle ripple of what he now knew were your gills, you were right there with him, matching his pace stroke for stroke.

They spent the next hour in a comfortable rhythm of playful races and easy conversation. You talked about the peculiar challenges of using your abilities in landlocked situations, and the surprising freedom you felt in the open ocean. Kevin, in turn, shared anecdotes about his public appearances, the never-ending demands of Vought, and the quieter moments he cherished with his aquatic friends. There was a genuine ease between you, a shared understanding born from your unique physiologies and the bizarre world you inhabited.

As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you both found yourselves floating near the edge of the pool, the water gently lapping around you. The playful banter had given way to a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city.

"You know," Kevin said, his voice softer than usual, "it's... nice. Having someone who just gets it." He gestured vaguely between the two of you. "The whole... fish thing. The pressure. All of it."

You met his gaze, the sharp edges of your teeth hidden beneath a genuine smile. "Yeah," you agreed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "It really is."

A comfortable stillness settled between you, a quiet acknowledgment of the unique bond that was forming. It was more than just a Vought-mandated "partnership"; it was a genuine connection, forged in the depths of shared experiences and the unexpected comfort of simply being.

The tranquil moment, as idyllic as the setting sun, was, of course, destined to be shattered by Kevin. He pushed off the bottom of the pool with a powerful kick, closing the distance between you in an instant. Before you could react, he had you pressed against the cool, tiled edge, his body a warm presence in front of yours. He stood there, a damned idiot indeed, a playful yet undeniably lecherous smirk stretching across his face.

You could have easily overpowered him. You had, countless times before, when his antics pushed the boundaries of your patience. Your strength, often underestimated, was more than a match for his. But instead of pushing him away, you simply smiled, a slow, deliberate unveiling of the mixed human and shark-like teeth that lined your mouth. It was a smile that promised mischief and a hint of danger, an unspoken challenge that he, in his current state, seemed oblivious to.

His eyes, usually wide and innocent, were now narrowed with an almost predatory glint as they raked over your form, lingering below the waterline. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly close to your ear, "you look even better wet. And those trunks… they really don't leave much to the imagination, do they?"

Before you could retort, his hands found your hips, slipping beneath the water's surface. His touch was firm, possessive, and entirely too familiar. He drew you closer, the friction of your bodies a sudden, intense warmth in the cool water. His thumb grazed the waistband of your trunks, a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure that sent a shiver down your spine – a shiver that was as much anticipation as it was annoyance.

"I can't help but wonder," he continued, his voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper, his gaze fixed on your mouth, "how those sharp teeth of yours would feel... everywhere." A beat of silence hung in the air, charged with unspoken implications, before he added, "And I'm not just talking about a little nip, either. I'm talking a full-on, 'leave a mark' kind of experience." The smirk on his face widened, a challenge now openly daring you to respond to his blatant provocation.

You could feel the blood heat in your veins, a familiar rush of irritation and something else, something primal and undeniably intrigued. His words, his touch, always managed to ignite that particular spark. The danger in your smile intensified, your eyes narrowing to slivers that mimicked the keen gaze of a hunter.

"Oh, Kevin," you purred, the lisp in your voice more pronounced now, a subtle hiss that only he seemed to truly hear. Your hands, until now resting idly on the pool's edge, rose slowly to rest on his shoulders, your fingers digging in just enough to convey a silent warning. "You truly have no idea, do you?"

You leaned closer, invading his personal space, the scent of chlorine and him – that ever-present hint of the ocean – filling your senses. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly. You could feel the tautness in his muscles under your touch, a clear sign that despite his bravado, he was keenly aware of the precarious line he was treading.

"Those 'nips' as you so delicately put it," you continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "can do a lot more than just 'leave a mark.' They can tear, Deep. Shred. And believe me, Kevin, there are a lot of places where they'd feel very at home."

You let your gaze drop pointedly to his exposed chest, then back up to his eyes, watching the flicker of genuine apprehension that finally registered there. The smirk on his face faltered, replaced by a slight widening of his eyes. He still held your hips, but the confident grip had loosened, almost imperceptibly.

"So, the question isn't how my teeth would feel in your skin," you finished, a low, guttural growl rumbling in your chest, "it's whether you're brave enough to find out."

You held his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you. The air crackled with a tension that was both playful and deeply animalistic. For a moment, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water, and the rapid beat of Kevin's heart against your palm.

Kevin swallowed hard, the confident bravado that usually coated his interactions with you momentarily stripped away. He could see the truth in your eyes, the primal, untamed side that lay beneath your charming exterior. The thought of those teeth, sharp and glistening, doing more than just a playful nip, sent a shiver down his spine that was less about arousal and more about a very real, very delicious fear.

"Right," he managed, his voice a little hoarse. The smirk had completely vanished, replaced by a look that was a fascinating blend of awe and genuine trepidation. "A... 'leave a mark' kind of experience. Got it." His grip on your hips, which had slackened, now tightened again, but with a different kind of intensity – less possessive, more like he was holding on for dear life.

You let the silence hang for another beat, letting the implications of your words sink in. Then, a slow, triumphant smile spread across your face, revealing those teeth once more, but this time, the danger was tempered with a mischievous glint.

"Good," you purred, and with a sudden, fluid movement, you twisted out of his grasp. You pushed off the pool edge, sending a playful spray of water in his face. In an instant, you were gliding away from him, your form a blur beneath the surface.

Kevin blinked, shaking the water from his eyes. He watched as you surfaced a few feet away, laughing, that clear, bright sound echoing around the now-darkening pool area. The setting sun cast long, shimmering shadows across the water, making your form seem almost ethereal. He was still pressed against the edge, a dumbstruck grin slowly spreading across his face.

He had tried to be the predator, to push your boundaries with his usual lewd charm. But you, in your own unique and terrifying way, had effortlessly flipped the script, reminding him exactly who held the real power in this particular dynamic. And the most frustrating, exhilarating part? He wouldn't have it any other way.

He pushed off the wall, a renewed determination in his eyes. "You're on, Shark Bait!" he called out, launching himself after you, the chase now truly on.

The chase was exhilarating. Kevin, invigorated by your challenge, was a blur of limbs and splashes, his usual grace amplified by the thrill of the pursuit. He lunged, feinted, and darted through the water, but you were always one step ahead, a fluid shadow he couldn't quite grasp.

"Can't catch me, Deep!" you taunted, surfacing just out of his reach, a playful spray of water showering his face. Your laughter, bright and unburdened, echoed across the water.

"Oh, I'll catch you, Shark Bait!" he retorted, a grin stretching across his face as he pushed off the bottom, narrowing the gap between you. "Just waiting for you to get tired!"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. "Tired? Please. I could do this all night." You ducked under the water, letting your body become one with the currents, a fleeting dark shape just beyond his grasp. You could feel the subtle vibrations of his movements, hear the rush of water as he propelled himself, a perfect sonar image forming in your mind.

He let out a frustrated grunt as you popped up behind him, lightly tapping his shoulder before darting away again. "That's cheating!" he protested, spinning around. "You're using your... advanced senses!"

"And you're using your... massive ego!" you shot back, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "Fair is fair, Kevin."

The teasing escalated, each retort sharper, each near-miss more tantalizing. He'd try to grab your ankle, only for you to kick away with a powerful flick of your legs. You'd swim circles around him, close enough for him to feel the displacement of the water, but always just out of reach. There was an unspoken agreement in this dance, a thrill in the pursuit, a knowing flicker in your shared glances that this was more than just a game of tag.

He finally cornered you near the shallow end, his arms reaching out to ensnare you. But you were quicker. In a sudden burst of speed, you ducked under his outstretched arms, twisting your body with an almost inhuman agility. Before he could reorient himself, you had surged forward, closing the distance between you and the pool wall.

Kevin, momentarily off balance, found himself abruptly pushed back against the cool, tiled surface. Your hands, surprisingly strong, found his shoulders, pressing him firmly against the wall. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and that familiar, appealing blend of fear and exhilaration.

You leaned in close, your face mere inches from his. The water dripped from your hair, tickling his nose. His breath hitched, and you could feel the rapid thrum of his pulse against your palms. The scent of him, that unique aquatic musk, was intoxicatingly close.

"Gotcha," you whispered, your voice a low, triumphant purr, the lisp making the word stretch out sensuously. Your shark-like teeth were on full display now, a sharp, white line against the wet darkness of your lips. The hunt was over, and the predator had claimed its prey. The roles had been decisively, deliciously, reversed.

He was truly pinned, his back pressed flat against the cool tiles, your hands on his shoulders holding him in place. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes, usually so full of an obnoxious confidence, were wide, reflecting the low glow of the pool lights. He was completely at your mercy, and for once, he seemed to know it.

"Well, well, well," you mused, your voice a low hum against the gentle lapping of the water. You leaned in even closer, your wet hair brushing against his forehead. "Look what the tide dragged in."

Kevin's lips parted as if to retort, but no sound came out. He was too busy staring at your mouth, at the sharp, almost predatory gleam of your teeth in the dim light. The playful menace in your eyes, however, was what truly held his gaze.

"Cat got your tongue, Deep?" you whispered, a challenging smirk playing on your lips. You could feel the subtle tremor in his shoulders beneath your hands. The scent of him, heightened by the proximity, filled your senses—chlorine, fish, and something else, something uniquely Kevin.

He finally managed to clear his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Just... admiring the view," he breathed, his voice a little shaky, but a flicker of his old charm trying to resurface. His eyes dropped to your lips, then to the exposed skin of your neck, before darting back to meet your gaze.

You let out a soft, amused huff. "Oh, I'm sure you are." You tightened your grip on his shoulders just slightly, enough to convey that you were still in control. "But we both know this isn't about 'admiration,' is it, Kevin?"

You paused, letting the implication hang in the air between you. The silence stretched, charged with the unsaid, with all the unspoken tension and undeniable attraction that simmered beneath your constant banter. Kevin's gaze was fixed on yours, searching, vulnerable, waiting for your next move.

You could see the internal struggle on his face, the battle between his usual slick persona and the raw vulnerability you had managed to coax out of him. It was a rare sight, and one you savored.

"No," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower, to where your bodies met beneath the surface of the water. "It's not."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face, the dangerous glint in your eyes softening just a fraction. You leaned in even closer, your lips brushing his ear, sending a jolt through his frame.

"Good," you murmured, your voice a low, teasing rasp. "Because I think we're both past the point of just 'admiration,' wouldn't you agree?"

Before he could answer, you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze again. The question hung in the air, a silent dare, an invitation to acknowledge the undeniable current that flowed between you. His eyes, still wide and a little dazed, searched yours, and in them, you saw a flicker of surrender, mixed with a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated desire.

A tremor ran through Kevin's body, a physical manifestation of the raw tension between you. He parted his lips, a shaky breath escaping him. The vulnerability in his eyes was almost disarming, a stark contrast to the lewd confidence he usually exuded. He was truly exposed, and it was a look you found surprisingly captivating.

"Yeah," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper, thick with an emotion you couldn't quite name, but recognized nonetheless. "Yeah, I'd agree."

The admission hung in the air, a fragile thing that could shatter at the slightest wrong move. But instead of shattering, it solidified into something palpable. You felt a shift, a definitive crossing of a line that had long been blurred between you. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You felt a surge of something primal, a deep satisfaction that hummed in your very bones. This was what you had been waiting for, the moment he dropped the act, the moment he allowed himself to be truly seen by you.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, then back again. The playful menace in your shark-like teeth softened, replaced by a different kind of intensity. You leaned in again, this time not to whisper a threat, but to close the last sliver of space between you.

Kevin's eyes fluttered shut as your lips finally met his. It was a tentative beginning, a soft press that tasted of chlorine and the unspoken desires that had simmered between you for so long. For a moment, the world outside the pool ceased to exist. There was only the cool water, the warmth of his body against yours, and the undeniable connection that had finally, undeniably, ignited.

The initial tentative touch ignited, a spark catching fire between you. The kiss deepened, Kevin's arms snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The water, once a cool barrier, now served to heighten every sensation, every press of skin against skin. Your bodies, slick and warm, moved together in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm, the gentle lapping of the pool a soft counterpoint to the accelerating beat of your hearts.

You could feel the hard planes of his chest against your own, the flex of his muscles as he held you possessively. His lips were soft, eager, a stark contrast to the sharp edge you usually presented. He kissed you with a desperate hunger, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, this release, for a lifetime.

Responding in kind, you opened your mouth to him, a low moan rumbling in your throat as his tongue met yours. It was a familiar dance, yet charged with a new, potent electricity. Your hands, still on his shoulders, tightened, your fingers digging into the wet skin beneath them.

Then, a mischievous impulse, sharp and sudden, took hold. You pulled back just a fraction, your gaze dropping to his bottom lip, full and inviting. With a deliberate slowness that was pure torment, you leaned in again, your shark-like teeth just barely grazing his skin. A low growl, more pleasure than threat, escaped your throat as you closed your teeth gently over his lip, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough for him to feel the tantalizing pressure, the faint, primal warning of what lay beneath.

Kevin gasped, a sharp intake of breath against your mouth, a shiver racking his body. He tensed, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between your forms. The slight nip sent a jolt through him, a jolt that was a dangerous cocktail of fear and intense arousal. He knew, intimately, what those teeth were capable of, and the knowledge only served to heighten the frantic energy that now pulsed between you.

You didn't stop there. The small nip at his lip was merely an appetizer, a taste of the dangerous pleasure you intended to inflict. You pulled your mouth away from his, leaving his lips swollen and slightly parted, a silent gasp escaping him. He was breathing heavily now, a desperate, guttural sound that thrilled you to your core.

Your gaze dropped to his neck, a canvas of taut muscle and pulsing veins. With deliberate slowness, you began to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, inching lower towards the vulnerable hollow of his throat. Then, you introduced the exquisite torment of your teeth once more. Not biting, not drawing blood, but a series of light, teasing nips that dragged your sharp enamel across his skin. He shivered violently against you, a low moan escaping his lips as your teeth scraped and teased, a whisper of primal sensation.

His hands, still gripping your hips, tightened to the point of bruising, his knuckles white. He arched into you, an almost desperate plea, utterly at your mercy. You could feel the frantic beat of his heart thudding against your chest, mirroring the rapid pulse that now hammered in your own ears.

But you weren't done. Your mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of wet heat and prickling sensations in its wake. Your tongue, slick and agile, glided over the curve of his shoulder, then down, towards his chest. You tasted the chlorinated water, the faint saltiness of his skin, and the distinct, alluring scent of him.

You lingered at his pectorals, your tongue tracing the hard lines of muscle before finding one of his nipples. You circled it slowly, deliberately, with the tip of your tongue, feeling the immediate hardening beneath your touch. Then, with a soft, sucking motion, you drew it into your mouth, your teeth gently scraping again, this time at the sensitive peak. Kevin let out a choked cry, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure and desperation. His head fell back against the tiled wall, exposing the full length of his throat, an unspoken invitation. He was yours, completely.

You pulled away, your mouth leaving the sensitive peak of his nipple, a gasp tearing from Kevin's throat as the sudden absence of your touch left him aching. He instinctively tried to follow, to reclaim the pressure, but your hands on his shoulders held him firmly in place against the wall.

Your gaze, dark and knowing, met his, filled with a dangerous mix of triumph and playful cruelty. He knew what you were doing. Every deliberate movement, every lingering touch followed by a strategic withdrawal, was a calculated tease. He hated it. Hated the exquisite torment of being pushed to the edge, only for you to pull back just before he shattered. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white where his hands still gripped your hips. He was a man suspended in raw need, and you were the architect of his exquisite agony.

You leaned in again, not for his mouth, but to linger over the curve of his neck, where his pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against your lips. Your breath, warm and humid, ghosted over his skin, sending shivers through him. You pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just below his ear, your tongue a slow, deliberate slide along the line of his jaw. He let out a low, frustrated growl, a desperate sound of yearning that vibrated against your chest.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he rasped, his voice strained, a desperate plea in his eyes. He squeezed your hips, a silent demand for you to either finish what you started or let him go.

You smirked, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Oh, Kevin, you have no idea," you whispered back, your lips just brushing his skin as you spoke. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles, the way his body subtly pushed against yours, begging for more. And in that moment, you reveled in the absolute power you held over him.

You could feel his barely restrained desperation, the way his body subtly pleaded for release. And though you enjoyed the torment, the exquisite power of his heightened need, even you had your limits for teasing. The corner of your mouth quirked into a subtle smile as you finally gave in.

You pulled away from his neck just enough to get a better angle, your eyes locking onto the soft, vulnerable skin in the curve of his shoulder, right where his neck met the deltoid. It was a spot that promised both intimacy and a shocking amount of pain if handled incorrectly. You leaned in, no longer with playful nips, but with a sudden, decisive intent.

Kevin's eyes widened fractionally as he registered the shift, a flicker of raw apprehension replacing his desperate arousal. But it was too late. Your teeth, sharp and unforgiving, sank into the tender flesh. It wasn't a gentle bite, not a love-nip. This was harsh, deliberate, and undeniably primal. You felt the satisfying resistance of his skin giving way, heard the faint tearing sound, and then, the distinct, coppery taste of blood bloomed in your mouth.

Kevin cried out, a guttural sound that was part pain, part shock, and part an almost animalistic release. His hands instantly clamped down on your hips with bruising force, not to push you away, but to hold you impossibly closer, as if anchoring himself against the sudden, exquisite agony. His body stiffened, a tremor running through him, then he slumped against the wall, head thrown back, breath coming in ragged gasps.

You held the bite for a moment, savoring the feeling of your teeth buried in his flesh, the warm, metallic tang filling your senses. It was a profound, almost instinctual satisfaction. Then, slowly, you released your hold, pulling back your head. A thin trickle of dark red blood welled up from the two distinct punctures on his shoulder, glistening starkly against his pale skin and the chlorinated water.

You met his gaze, your eyes dark and intense, a silent question in their depths. He was panting, staring at you with a mix of shock, pain, and an undeniable, almost terrifying fascination. The game was over. The boundaries had been violently, thrillingly, broken.

The small wellspring of blood on Kevin's shoulder was stark against his skin, a vivid testament to your primal act. He was still pinned, chest heaving, his eyes wide and fixed on yours, a complex storm of emotions swirling within their depths: shock, pain, but also a dangerous glint of something akin to awe, even a perverse satisfaction. He reached up, his fingers tentatively brushing the fresh wounds on his shoulder, a low groan escaping him.

"You... you really did it," he rasped, his voice raw, a strange mix of accusation and wonder.

You watched him, your own breath steady, the metallic tang of his blood still lingering on your tongue, a sharp, intoxicating reminder of your actions. There was no regret, only a deep-seated hum of satisfaction that resonated through your entire being. This was the raw, untamed side of you, a part that few ever saw, let alone experienced so intimately.

"Did you think I wouldn't, Kevin?" you murmured, your voice low, a playful challenge still present, but now underscored by a dangerous edge. Your gaze dropped to the twin punctures, then back to his eyes, watching his reaction intently. "You asked for it. You dared me."

His lips, still swollen from your kiss, curved into a slow, almost bewildered smile. It was a genuine smile, devoid of his usual manufactured charm, a raw expression of the boundary that had just been shattered between you. He looked from the blood on his shoulder to your face, then back again, as if trying to reconcile the two images.

"Yeah," he breathed, a hint of something resembling surrender in his eyes. "I guess I did." He paused, a different kind of warmth now spreading through him, one that wasn't from the setting sun. "Doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch."

You let out a low chuckle, a soft, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the water. You finally released your hold on his shoulders, allowing him to push off the wall. He moved slowly, almost cautiously, still processing the intensity of the moment.

"I imagine it did," you admitted, a genuine softness entering your tone, a rare glimpse of compassion. You reached out, your thumb gently wiping away a stray drop of blood from the edge of his wound, your touch surprisingly tender. "But you'll live, Deep. You're tougher than you look."

He watched your hand, a strange vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah," he repeated, then looked directly into your eyes, a newfound understanding, a deeper connection forged in pain and raw intimacy. "I think I might be, with you around."

The last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the pool in twilight. The air grew cooler, but the space between you crackled with an undeniable heat. You knew, with a certainty that hummed in your very core, that this was only the beginning. The "partnership" Vought had offered had spiraled into something far more complicated, far more dangerous, and infinitely more exhilarating.

[amyluvshamzah]

STOP

summary: a cop stops you and you get put in handcuffs

contains: smut, cop!hamzah, handcuffs, roleplay

its late at night and youre speeding, minding your own business when a cop is suddenly behind you. you pull over to wait for him to come up at your window.

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the cop knocks on your window, standing close to your car.

you roll it down all the way. "can i see your license and registration please maam." his voice alone has your thighs clenching. nevermind his muscular biceps.

"yes sir." you hand him the slip of paper and id. he leans down into your window. "ill be back" he winks and hes gone.

you fix your top so that your breasts are showing more.

you await him for a couple minutes before he comes back.

"so you were speeding maam. im gonna have to write you a ticket." he says, voice laced with seduction.

"oh no mr officer, please dont. ill do anything." you tease. he smirks, breathing a laugh.

"youre really bad at acting." hamzah laughs, breaking the act. you smile wide, licking your top teeth.

"you loved it. i saw you eyeing my tits you perv."

"im gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle maam." he placed a hand on his belted hip.

you step out, bending your ass as he pushes your front against the car. "oh dont be so rough officer...!" you bite your lip. he grabs your wrists, cuffing them together.

he moves you to the hood of your car, bending you over completely. he slaps your ass and you gasp.

"you must be the bad cop huh?" you joke. hamzah chuckles, hands patting down your body. his fingers almost purposely grope your tits and ass as he pretends hes doing the correct thing.

"nothing thatll poke or stab me?" he asks. hes playing his part well.

"i could ask the same thing. but i already know the answer." you push your ass against his hardened cock. it pokes your backside.

he flips you and you lean back on the hood, wrapping your legs behind him. his hands now obviously mean to grab your tits as he leans down, kissing you messily.

"fuck- you look so good in that outfit." you whisper between kisses. he kisses down your neck, grinding his hard length against your clothed heat.

"oh yeah?" his voice drops an octave. you throw your head back as he sucks on the sensitive skin. "m- mhm..." you breathe.

he chuckles against your skin. you shiver from his warm breath.

"y'know what? here." he flips you over again and tugs your pants down, ass bare. your face is pressed against the hood, your hands tied behind you.

the restraint turns you on even more.

"already soaked, hm?" he tuts as he pulls his cock out. nothing else is said as he pushes into you with one swift movement.

you gasp with a moan as he thrusts quickly. hes so deep it hurts. but it hurts so good.

"hamzah-"

"no, officer hamzah." he corrects. you scoff, "officer hamzah, it feels s'good. dont stop." you moan.

you meet him in the middle of the thrusts, moving your hips to fuck him back. he groans, a loud gutteral sound. it makes you sweat- even in the cold night air.

"so tight. fuckin' wet." he murmurs, too lost in your pussy to form a clear sentence.

"right there! oh god!" you shout as he fucks you just right. you feel it.

then a car starts to drive down the secluded road.

"shit." he mutters, pulling out to pull your pants up. he helps you into the backseat of your car, climbing in behind you.

you both laugh, breathlessly. his lips are back on yours as the car passes.

"get on top of me." he whispers, helping you pull off your pants. you climb on top of him and he holds his cock up as you slide onto it.

he arranges the handcuffs, fixing them so that your arms are in front of you to hold you up. the car is not big but it fits both of you well enough that you can begin to bounce on him.

his hands slap your ass, the lewd sounds filling the car from your combined wetness.

sinful slapping sounds.

"yeah- just like that baby. fuck!" his head falls back against the headrest.

he suddenly stops you, wrapping his arms around your waist. he holds you still, fucking his hips up into you.

you gasp, your orgasm building up quickly. "im gonna' cum." you whine, walls clenching around him.

"come on then baby. cum f'me." hes breathless, still thrusting quickly into you.

you tense above him, gripping his shoulder as you fall apart. his name falls from your parted lips as you cum hard.

he finally slows, letting you take a breath before hes flipping you again.

he moves the handcuffs so your hands are behind your back again.

your face is pressed against the seat, his cock pushing into your sore entrance.

you hiss.

"dont give up now baby. you got it." he says, starting off slow with his thrusts before hes eventually fucking you crazy.

you can hardly feel your legs as he pounds into you. you cant imagine how fucked this looks.

your cunt spread as your face is smooshed against the leather as he rams into you so fast youre seeing stars.

you suddenly feel another orgasm as he slaps your ass. you cum around his cock, him cumming right after you.

he falls out of you, both of you completely exhausted. he manages to uncuff you, dressing you again. the windows are all foggy as he laughs.

"i hope you learn to stop speeding now."

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little short one

copzah 😛

pls request guys im all out of carrots and sticks fr

i loveeeeee you - amyluvshamzah

TAGLIST: @hamzahshoe @hamzahslvt @babyunicorndoll @xoxo-yamil3t

[asexxxualerotica]

Orihime's blush went from soft and embarrassed to red hot and flaming with shock in seconds as she felt the captain commander's hand perfectly cup, squeeze, and grope at her chest, her eyes going wide as she looked back at him. "U-Uh, K-Kazuo...?" she trailed off, biting her lip as a whine of arousal rose in her chest—dammit, but she did love her tits getting toyed with...

Stuck on the Rails

Open RP Starter

~ Non-Con / Dom-Sub Public RP ~

Orihime pouted as the doors for the subway chimed open, letting her and the other pedestrians waiting out on the station to step in. For all the incredible adventures and terrifying battles she’d experienced, she was still just a normal girl, which meant the normal and utterly mundanity of the daily commute to get back from her college classes. It was so frustrating…

“Well, at least the ride’s not too long,” she mused, wrapping a hand around the nearby balance pole as the subway began to take off…before stiffening as she felt someone step up close behind her. What the—when did the car get so full. “U-um? Do you mind giving me some space?” she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

[deprivedshark]

Hello!! I wanted to request smth if that's alright!

Shadow Milk, Burning Spice & Truthless Recluse x Femboy!FTM!Y/N headcanons?? Y/N is very freaky and a brat :3

— Goober Y/N🎀

EEEEEEEE i love the idea!!!!~ FOR SURESKY! hope you enjoy these headcanons >_<

I actually kinda struggled with truthless recluse and noticed last minute u said that Y/N is a freaky brat lmao.

Shadow Milk, Burning Spice, Truthless Recluse X FtM! Femboy! Reader Smut

Mentions of: gagging, C/tting, Top surgery, Bottom surgery, collars, groping, Pre surgery crotch, name calling (only once or twice?)

Shadow Milk Cookie:

-Shadow milk would definitely have a thing for tracing his slender fingers over your chest scars.

-Would call you his "Cute prince" or "Boytoy in a dress" in a both horny way and affectionate way.

-Definetely buys you feminine looking clothes that show off your thighs and chest

-If you have bottom surgery already he'd suck your Cock until you can't cum anymore

-If you didn't have bottom surgery yet he'd definitely stimulate your clit and play with your folds.

-Uses a pink dog collar on you, pink robes and a pink ball gag

-Everytime you get incredibly horny and tease him he will overstimulate you until neither of u can't go on anymore.

Burning Spice Cookie:

-Doesnt care what your gender is, Will still attempt(and succeeds) to top you <3

-Would actually give you both feminine and a mix of feminine and slightly masculine clothes from the Spice Kingdom.

-Some of the few who'd call you a twink in bed and in public.

-Bites your chest and leaved his tooth marks on you and for everyone to see.

-Prefers seeing you shirtless to see your scars (he sees them as battle scars)

-If you're an absolute horndog like he is he will go At it with you at every single chance he gets

Truthless Recluse:

-Also a fan of the scars, in a good way ofc. As a broken man himself, He is awfully happy inside seeing you finding yourself.

-Lingers long on the Scars too

-I can imagine he likes groping your waist and thighs leaving bruises on them.

-Gets insufferably hard everytime you tease or nudge at him, secretly loving it

-Loves to cut his name into your thighs and wants you to cut yours into his

Sharkies Note:

Kinda struggled with truthless recluse as you can see BUT i tried! >///< Tysm for Requesting!

[mrsmadlove]

Him, and the Art of Loving You 🫧

– Shawn is all touch.

His way of loving starts and ends on your skin. He has a fierce need to feel you with his hands, to cover you, press into you, hold you like he could melt into your body. He gropes you, grabs you, leaves his imprint.

Your breasts, your thighs, your hips: his sacred ground. And he doesn’t stop with his hands.

He uses his teeth too. Kissing without biting? Impossible. It’s instinct, like breathing.

When his lips touch yours, eventually that urge takes over, and he leaves a bite behind. A soft one on your cheek. A deeper one on your neck when he hugs you. You used to protest. Now you know, it’s just how he speaks. Where others say “I love you,” he bites.

- He’s never passive.

Shawn doesn’t wait. He takes. He’s pure presence. Constant urgency. Every ten minutes, he pats his thigh like it’s a call: Your throne is here.

He’ll sneak up behind you without a word, just so you feel the solid proof of how hard you make him. He steps into the shower uninvited, or grabs your hand and leads it straight to his erection. He doesn’t need to ask. He just needs you on him, around him, inside him. In every way.

- Oral? That’s shared territory.

He loves watching you down there the heat of your mouth, the slow drag of your tongue. That look you give him from below, eyes wet, full of hunger, your throat stretching to take him drives him insane. But he also loves the shift. When he takes control. Fingers in your hair. Setting the rhythm. Rough. Greedy. Dominant.

- His favorite position?

You under him. Open. Exposed just for him. He wedges himself between your legs, he pulls them up to his shoulders, grips you tight as if you belong to him. But he also loses his mind when you're on all fours. Doggy style brings out his wild side. He loves the sway of your hips between his hands, the slap of his body against yours, your arched, vulnerable back. He touches you. He spanks you.He pulls your hair and whispers dirty things in your ear.

Most of the time, it's raw. But there are moments when he stops to admire you. The way your face tenses on the brink of climax. The way your lips part. The way your breath hitches. It mesmerizes him. Sometimes, right in the middle of it all, puts a hand on your neck. Gentle at first. Then firmer. Not to hurt you (never that) but because that edge, that control, ignites something in him. Yes, Shawn might push you down, hold you by the hair, and stomp on your head as he fiercely fucks you.

- Eat you? That's a ritual.

He does it without shame, without limit like devouring his favorite food. He'll come back for seconds, thirds, as many times as you let him. so after the daily showers you share (and during) he simply ends up between your wide-open legs. He opens you like a flower, tastes your center, your wetness, your trembling.

His tongue knows patience, but he also knows exactly where to go, how to start slow, twist, press until you melt in his hands.

- When it’s over

when your bodies are tangled on the bed or under hot water he doesn’t leave. He runs his fingers down your back, kisses the spots he marked with his grip, and apologizes without words. Only tenderness.

Shawn can be violent in love but never cruel. Sometimes he goes too far. Sometimes his bite is too deep, his grip too tight. But after all of it, he wraps himself around you like you’re the only safe place he knows.

Once, he told you that everything he does with you is making love. That just seeing you is making love.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ ~^ྀི ༝༚༝༚ -𝚂𑁤

[wolffilth]

being seconds away from sleep when he starts kissing and biting my back, sneaking his hand around to grope my tits and slide his fingers into the rim of my underwear 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[wawamouse]

I actually (surprisingly) didn’t feel any kind of way about this before but Tumblr TV keeps playing it to me on loop these days so actually I’m developing a feeling about it and that feeling is … 🙂‍↕️*spins in my chair*

[thcfantasyfactory]

The brunette grinned wickedly as he manhandled her into position, clearly reveling in it. Biting her lip, she reached down to hook her arms behind her knees, holding herself open for him—completely exposed, completely willing.

“Forgive me for wanting your cock so damn badly,” she teased, voice low and sultry—only to be cut off by a throaty groan as his fingers pushed into her ass. The sudden stretch made her body jolt with pleasure. Carmen's hands gripped the soft flesh of her calves, eyes locked on the sight of his fingers working her open, slow and filthy.

Skye, meanwhile, was only slightly annoyed that her fun with his balls had been cut short, but the view in front of her more than made up for it. “You’ll see,” she purred, shifting closer until she hovered over Carmen. She captured her mouth in a wet, eager kiss, tongues tangling without hesitation, the kiss messy and soaked in heat. As their mouths moved together, Skye’s hand slid over Carmen’s chest, groping and kneading one of her tits until a louder moan spilled out between them.

Sam rolled his eyes and playfully shoved Carmen onto her back. "Alright alright, no need to lay it on so thick." He chuckled as he gently pulled Skye off him so he could get Carmen into position: he grabbed Carmen's ankles and yanked her to the edge of the bed, then pushed her legs into the air. He then reached down and rubbed her soaking pussy, getting his fingers wet so he could begin pushing them into her ass.

"And what are you two gonna do," he began, focused on working Carmen open, "while I'm getting her ready, hm?"

[denamelesshuman]

The stark contrast when Sukuna grabs the Itadori brothers:

With Choso: Sukuna just slightly grabs his vest, not even touching shoulder or arm, then throws him away to the wall with one hand.

With Yuji: Sukuna never misses out on using all parts of his body, grabs Yuji's collar, gropes his tits, waist, pushes him down on the floor, gets on top of him, and between his thighs.

And he won't stop till he rips Yuji's damn clothes off.

I see you have ulterior motive here, uncle 😏 we respect your preference in this house.

[silly-little-pup]

My owner saw what I've been posting and decided to make me her prey 😵‍💫 She pinned my down and bit me hard enough to leave marks (then kissed them :3) and just the way she looked at me made me feel so weak. She could do anything she wanted to me >< and ofc I wouldn't dare fight back bc she's so much stronger than me and I'm too scared she'd hurt me even more. Anytime I get a little bratty or disobey she slaps my cheek to "reset me" 😵‍💫 makes my brain all fuzzy. She just gropes me and drags me around ans i cant do anything about it bc im too weak and dumb 😖 I love being her little toy to play with >////<