#i think he could bend over and touch the ground with his legs together. but that's it

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Hi can u please write about domestic life with Bills Eric Draven? Can there be fluffy and smutty moments? Tyyyy

Boy can I??? I’d be DELIGHTED. His domesticity is all I think about. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving bf and you can’t change my mind. I got a little carried away! Hopefully this is what you were wanting! Enjoy doll!

Bf!Eric x gf!reader. Explicit sexual content under the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v. brief mentions of drug use, mostly fluffy relationship stuff

It wasn’t entirely easy. You and Eric. The circumstances under which you met and the nature of the both of you was quite dysfunctional. You were chaos, and he was a mess. But it worked. The two of you. You worked perfectly. You weren’t sure what it was, you had never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. But it was almost like you were meant to be together. If you didn’t believe in the whole soulmates thing, you started to believe it when you met Eric.

He was so unreal, so out of this world. He was always by your side, fingers laced with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder. He always had to be touching you, whether it was something as little as holding your hand, or going as far as putting you in a matting press when he fucked you, because he hated the idea of not being as close to you as possible. He never meant to, he didn’t even know what it was. He just did it one day. Your knees damn near next to your head, your body nearly folded in half as he draped his body over yours. You didn’t even know your body could bend this way. But god this you like it. How deep he could be this way. And you had him so close you could hear his little sounds, his hard breathing and his soft grunts.

He always felt a little bad, manhandling you around like you were nothing. If he wasn’t bending your body in ways you didn’t think were human, he was putting you in a headlock as he took you from behind, one arm draped around your neck from shoulder to shoulder. He just wanted you close, afraid you’d run away. But he sometimes forgot to take it easy on you. You always assured him you were more than happy with him, that he wouldn’t hurt you. Deep down it made you all kinds of earn to know you could arise such passions from him. For someone so morbidly quiet and nonchalant, Eric was very intense and passionate lover.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re doing so good.” He would tell you, his voice soft and quiet in your ear, grounding you as his cock fucked you into nothing. “I just want to make you feel good, hm? Just want to make you feel good. That’s what you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve this. You’re too good for me.” He would say, his lips on your cheek as quiet moans spilled from your lips. “You’re just so… I can’t believe you’re all mine.” His name falling from your lips would be the end of him. So soft and desperate for him. He didn’t have much experience before you, but now he just can’t get enough of you. He wanted to be all over you at all times it actually upset him when you had to leave or when he did.9

But he was also oh so kind, so gentle and patient with you. He always followed you around like an oversized puppy, quietly listening to whatever tangent you would go on about. You could be cursing up a storm (albeit not directed at him) and he would take it with a straight face and big eyes. And it was often that nothing more but his presence would calm you down, center you.

“How do you do it?” You asked him one day, hot tears staining your face after a day of one stressor after another. Eric had managed to get you on the couch where he silently sat you down on his lap. You almost immediately curled up into his lap, legs tucked under you and your head on his chest. You felt an almost instant sense of relief and peace fill you, and you were sighing deeply, feeling your heart slow its fast beating.

“Do what?” He asked you softly, his fingers massaging your head calmly. You rested your hand on his chest, eyes closed.

“This. You calm me down. I was crying two minutes ago and now I feel… okay.” You felt him shrug under you and when you looked up he had a smile on his face. That smile could make you forget any grief or sadness you might have, because none of it really mattered.

But it wasn’t just him who could bring you peace, you were his, too. His lows weren’t as intense or visible as yours, but when he was at his low, he was at an all time low. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t eat, he would just go about his day like a corpse, eyes dead and empty and his mind elsewhere. You understood he had his issues too, so you tried to be there for him without pushing him. You were more subtle. You’d make him dinner, you’d invite him to watch a movie with you. And you’d tangle up with him on the couch as you all but forced him to eat, and you’d talk to him about your day. But something so small always meant so much to him. He couldn’t help the way he felt, he couldn’t help his negative thoughts that drove him to do drugs in the first place, but having you around to remind him someone in this world loved and cared for him, it made it all a little bit easier.

Eric started to bring you flowers one day. Every week once a week, he could come home with your favorite flowers. He alternated colors. With a sheepish smile he’d stand in the doorway with his hands behind his back. And the way he would look at you when gushed about how pretty they were was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, the only one that mattered. And to him you were. Seeing that smile on your face was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

“You like them?” He would ask as if it wasn’t obvious, but he’d do it just to hear you giggle and watch you all but skip to put them in water. “Yeah? I saw them and thought about you.”

He always thought about you. There wasn’t a single waking second where he didn’t. You were good for him. And he knew that. He didn’t need anything else to fill the emptiness in his chest because he had you. You had filled that hole and he made sure you knew that everyday.

Eric had many ways to show his love and devotion for you. He wrote you poems, he drew for you, you had so many sketches you have started to run out of places to hang them, but this one was by far his favorite. He could spend literal hours between your legs. He absolutely loved it. He was absolutely obsessed with it.

“E-Eric.. Please.” You were shaking, sweating, incoherent as his tongue circled on your clit, his long fingers fucking you through your, fourth, fifth? You stopped keeping count. He had been down there for an eternity. He just kept asking for one more, just one more and he’d leave you alone. But it wasn’t enough. He was quite obsessive with the things he wanted.

But he figured he’d have to give you a break eventually. He was also painfully hard.

“I’m sorry baby.” He muttered softly as he crawled up your body, using the back of his hand to wipe the mess you had made, but his plush lips were still bright red and glistening. “You know I get carried away sometimes… You’re just so..”

He would kiss your face, brush your hair, soothe you back into a functioning human being. It wasn’t often that Eric vocalized his thoughts, but in moments like this when he felt safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable, he would tell you all about how pretty you were, how talented you were, how much he loved you.

Eric was always full of surprises. He was quiet and nonchalant, but he was impulsive. You learned that very quickly.

“Baby?” You heard Eric call out to you as he came into the loft. You sat on the computer as you listened to one of his recordings. He had asked you to help him out since he really wanted to start pursuing his music and art now that he actually had someone that supported him.

With a smile, you took your headphones off and went to greet him, but you immediately frowned when you saw him hold something wrapped up in his hoodie.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” You stood up, approaching him with narrowed eyes as he broke out a smile.

“I’m sorry. I just found it, I just.. I felt bad.” He pulled down his hoodie to reveal a precious little kitten. A black ball of fur coating its little face. Your heart immediately sank and you wanted to cry.

“Oh my god, Eric.” You took the kitten into your hands and your eyes started watering as you hugged it. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of your reaction. Did you hate it? Were you upset?

“No, baby, I’m sorry. I found it outside, it’s kinda cold and it was drinking from a puddle. I didn’t want a car to hit it. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, we can take it to a shelter or something.” He started to mumble, a hand coming to rub the back of his head and his lips fell open when he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He approached you, reaching to grab your face. “Please don’t cry.”

“No… No Eric I’m not..” You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears as you leaned into Eric’s chest while still hugging the now purring black ball of fur. “I’m not upset at all. It’s just… I’ve never had my own pet before. And it’s so cute, can we keep it, please? It’d be our little child.”

The way you looked at him with big pleading eyes made him feel so warm, he never thought he’d feel something like this. He smiled, nodding as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course we can keep it. He’s kinda cute, right?” Eric chuckled as he scratched the little one’s head.

“Or she.”

Your little ball of fur wasn’t the only thing you and Eric shared. You got so many matching tattoos it was concerning. Your friends and family had even told you it was odd to get tattoos with a guy you had been dating for only a few months. But it didn’t matter to you. You didn’t know why, but deep down you knew your connection with Eric was out of this world. So what were a couple tattoos? You loved that you had a physical reminder of your connection with him. The feelings deep within your souls were forever marked on your skin, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Truth was, Eric loved tracing each and every one of your tattoos. He traced his fingers over the fine lines, traced the words, he traced his lips over them too. He particularly loved the ones on your back and on your stomach, the ones no one but him could see. They were his little secret.

You matched each other perfectly, in every way.

[cillyscribbles]

john partridge goes so hard at playing tugger he actually jumpscares me when he starts balleting around with the rest of the cats lol. i get so used to him just kinda Standing there. Loitering Sexily. that's what he is to me, he's just a Guy that's Chilling there. and then boom! man does a split. and i'm like. brother are you okay

[101maverick]

hey i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if maybe you could write smth hurt/comfort with jason please? like they had a big fight and then they make up after something happens🙌🏻

A/n: okok srry if it took me a few days but school and other projects are kicking my butt, hope you enjoy!! I decided to use your request to study Jason from a more ak! Point of view if that makes sense? I haven’t consumed the media but i’ve read some really beautiful works with him and hope it makes him justice :)

Word count: 1206 words

Execution At Sundown

Jason was at your place, sitting on the side of the couch with your tv remote by his side, cup of soda in his hand.

He still hadn’t shown you his face even after months of dating, and even though it stung you understood that it was a huge show of trust on his part, so if he was content sipping his soda from a straw that went under his mask you wouldn’t say anything about it and keep your feelings to yourself.

Everything had been going fine, you had just been hanging out while watching a movie.

It all hit the fan when you decided to go get another soda, rising up from the couch and padding down the hallway to the kitchen to fetch the drink.

After retrieving your drink you made your way back, and as the couch came into view you saw that Jason was now engrossed with something on his phone.

You didn’t think too much about it, just eyed the now empty soda resting in his left hand. On a whim, you walked up to his side of the couch and leaned over, going to grab his empty cup to replenish it.

Before you could do much more than make contact with the clothed skin of Jason’s shoulder though you found yourself being slammed back, loosing your balance and falling on your behind.

——————————

Jason reacted out of instinct.

One second he was relatively relaxed on his girlfriend’s couch, looking at a map of his territory for anything suspicious that might be going on, and the next there was a pressure on his shoulder, somebody leaning in and- “Why don’t you scream a bit for me, Todd?” and then there was pain-

He grabbed the body pressing in on him and pushed, slamming his attacker back and watching, half-standing and with his torso turned in a way that pulled at the knotted skin marring every inch of him, and even if the assailant was on the ground they still hurt him, that damned clown still dug his claws in and he always screamed but nobody heard him and-

Oh. It’s you.

It’s you, who had wormed his way into his heart in a matter of months.

It’s you, who had caressed the mangled skin of his hands and said “That’s okay” in response to the proof of him having been broken and put together crooked and wrong. As if it really was.

It’s you, legs sprawled on the floor with a bewildered expression on your face, wide eyes staring up at him in shock.

Jason stares back at you, his own features turned to stone under the mask as he feels his throat close up.

He had hurt you. He had thrown you to the ground. Guess the apple never falls far from the tree then, uh? Guess he was just like Willis after all, smacking around anyone without the ability to control his feelings. A rabid animal.

An animal. A pet. That’s what the Joker used to call him. What the Joker still calls him every day, in his wretched mind. A mindless thing, twisted and contorted to be ready to bend at his master’s will, and the fact he didn’t have one here anymore didn’t mean he was suddenly upgraded to ‘human’, did it? He was still incapable of controlling himself, succumbing to the rage just like Willis had to the bottle. Not even capable of recognising his girlfriend the only person who had accepted his crooked form and chipped edges, throwing her around simply because even gentle and casual touches were ruined for him by that forsaken clown-

“Jace?”

The world comes back into focus, his eyes zero in on the spot of the wall he had been staring at in his haze and then shift down to you, now seated more comfortably on the ground. You haven’t moved, you haven’t come closer to him.

You’re scared of him.

Jason feels his throat constrict, and he punches the words out around the lump forming in his throat. “I- I didn’t- you were- sorry- I-”

Gosh he’s such a mess, can’t even explain to you how pathetic he is, how he still lets a fucking clown torture him with his mere shadow, and now you will realise the honeyed touches are not made for him, not anymore, maybe they never were, or else someone would’ve come-

Now you will realise that all those jagged edges are places you could cut yourself on. Now you will realise a rabid dog like him just needs to be put down for good.

He stutters out a last sentence for you, spits it out on your clean parquet, and even that feels too much like dirtying your sanctuary for his liking. “I- sorry, I’ll- I’ll go-” and he’s not even finishing his sentence before he’s stalking towards your apartment’s door, steps as sure as he can make them as he walks away from the only hands who had held him oh so gently, only like Catherine ever had, his mom, and he wills his legs to keep moving or else he won’t make it out of here for good-

“Don’t leave, please.”

Your voice is quiet, quiet as it breaks his heart and his resolve.

Because Jason has never been strong, and the little crack he can hear coming from his heart hurts but so does the knowledge he’s too weak to keep going the last few steps to your door, the few steps that’ll lead him back to how it was before and you back to a life of safety, free of the burden that is Jason Todd.

He turns around. You’re leaning in the doorway to the living room, staring at him on the other side of the hallway.

Your stance is relaxed. You aren’t holding yourself like you’re hurt. Your eyes are wide, and sad, but they’re not wary.

With his attention on you, you speak again. Your voice is soft, and now also kinda trembly. “I know I don’t know even the start of the story, but I know you have one and it’s the reason things like this sometimes happen.” Your eyes stare into the white lenses of the mask, desperately searching for his gaze under it. “I’m not gonna say it’s okay, because it isn’t.”

There it is. The proof he fucked it up, like is his design.

“It’s not okay,” you continue, startling him. He was getting lost again. He waits for the axe. “because something or someone hurt you, and you still suffer from it.”

He looks at you. Jason looks in your eyes, and gets the feeling you know he’s returning your gaze.

“I want to help you, Jace. Any way I can. Any way you let me. Because I know that when things aren’t okay, sometimes all you need is someone there with you to help you make it so.”

Your voice was sure through it all, but now it falters a bit. “So, so if you want, I could be by your side. If that’s how you’ll let me help. So, so don’t leave.”

His eyes don’t wander away from you.

And as he gazes into your eyes, glinting with the light from the tv bathing your side in neons, he knows that he never could.

The axe doesn’t fall.

[strawberrystepmom]

NSFW - MDNI. cw: dacryphilia. self ship coded. gojo x f!reader. reader is a crier (couldn't be me....*looks away from camera insecurely*) gojo loves a crier he's sadist this isn't a new agenda but im still pushing it... | divider by cafekitsune, wc 1.3k

“And you know what he said to me? ‘You need to try harder.’ He actually told me, to my face, that I need to do more.”

Whatever was discussed today has clearly upset her, Satoru thinks to himself while laying on his back next to you on the floor of your bedroom, his hands folded beneath his head. Any criticism of you is rare and depending on how harsh it is, you react poorly. This is something he has learned many times over, coming to see you more than once to find you pouting about being less than perfection in someone else’s eyes thanks to the high standards you hold yourself to. 

If he’s honest though, his mind is barely focused on the comforting part of his “sometimes boyfriend” duties. He’s more interested in how you look right now, his head turned to see your chest heave with little petulant sobs and your palms pressed against your warm cheeks. The physical manifestations of your frustration look like glitter trailing down your face in the evening light, leaving the tips of your fingers glistening and wet while you wipe them away. Without thinking, he reaches across your body and moves your hands, wiping away what you couldn’t get with his thumb.

“I could trap him in the void if that would make you feel better?”

A giggle followed by another sob bubbles out of you and Gojo feels pinned to the ground, the weight of his own desire for you in this vulnerable state borderline frustrating. Seeing your girlfriend cry and sob and whine should not make you hard yet here he is, tip of his dick begging to press against the seam of his sweatpants. 

“No, it’s okay. I’m just being a baby.”

You are, but you’re his baby and he will not stand for you crying over someone or something else. He’ll just have to give you something to cry about instead, unable to hold back any longer, simmering desire turning into something bubbling over.

“Hey, look at me”

Rolling from his back onto all fours, his knees touch the carpeted floor and his palms are planted on either side of your head, framing your pretty face from his perspective. A shimmering tear trails over your cheek that leaves a wet trail behind it, your skin damp and dewy. The tip of your nose shines, your eyes are red rimmed, but Satoru finds it irresistible and always has. The reasons why aren’t a mystery to him, given how badly he wants you regularly but the blood rushes from his cheeks downward to his cock more quickly than he anticipated when he’s faced with you like this - needy and ripe for his picking. He’s half-hard thanks to nothing but the sight of your teary eyes. What an effect to have on someone who could bring the world to its knees if he were to wake up one morning and choose to do so.

“You look so good like this,” he croons and you squirm beneath him, a poor attempt to free yourself from the weight of his gaze. There’s nowhere for you to run or hide. You can’t play off his desire as a show when it’s just the two of you and he moves his knee to wedge it between your barely parted thighs. 

Your palms press against his chest, legs kicking out pathetically around him. All it takes is a bend of his elbows and your chests are practically pressed together. Is it difficult to breathe because he’s so close or because you want him so badly? The tips of your noses touch and he dips his face, making you pucker in anticipation of his lips coming to claim a kiss from yours. 

“Satoru,” you whine, mouth still half puckered in preparation for a kiss that doesn’t appear to be coming. “What are you doing?”

This draws a laugh from him, his tongue darting out of his mouth to brush against your cheek and the side of your mouth. The tear that left at trail is gone, a salty taste across his tongue, his mind associating that taste with nothing but you. His cock jumps in response.

“It’s always Satoru this, Satoru that, ohhhhh Satoru!” He mocks you lightheartedly, tone jumping into something nasally in his best impression of your higher pitched voice, the one he hears when his fingers are pressing deep inside of you. “Can’t I make you feel better like this too?”

Another tear falls from your eyes, following the same path as the one before it, settling in the cradle of your lips. Gojo leans down and kisses you on the mouth, tongue pressing against the seam of your lips to soak up every bit of the tear that remains. Your saliva mixes with his, your tears, the viscosities mixing into something more erotic than you could have imagined. Thin and sticky, just like the nectar that seeps from your cunt and drenches the cotton gusset of your panties that is wedged between your folds while you kiss him.

“Just let me…” he breathes between your lips, tongue slipping against yours. Even his voice is higher than usual, laced with desire and need you do not understand and are not about to question. “Let me do this.”

You hope he realizes that you aren’t “letting” him do anything, mind spinning in dizzying circles with every tear that runs down your cheek and hits your lips that he’s quick to take for himself. This is just as enjoyable for you as it is for him, one of his hands moving from the side of your head downward to your hip, playing with the waistband of your shorts. Your hips cant upward and he smiles against your mouth, your neediness more obvious than ever while reaching to grasp the back of his neck and hold him against you. He stops you, the palm on your hip pressing your ass back down to the ground. 

“Have any more for me?” Satoru’s chest heaves when he asks, breath leaving him in warm puffs that live and die against your mouth. “You’re so pretty when you cry, baby, can you blame me?”

His tongue darts out again and he licks up anything that may have been neglected in his haste, the muscle running over the seam of your lips and the plushness of both lower and top. A moan, wet and breathy, leaves you and another round of fresh tears follow the path of the others before them. You want to argue with him, well aware of how you look with puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks, but your pussy aches and clit throbs in response to him. The words you want to say wouldn’t make themselves appear even if you tried harder to find them than you are now.

“Come on baby, gimme some more.” His encouragement makes you sniffle and his hand sinks below the waistband of your shorts and panties, fingertips trailing downward until they press against the sticky cleft of your pussy. “Just a little more and then I’ll make it better, okay?”

Nodding, you glance up at him and the shine of unshed tears makes him growl low in his throat. His fingers spread your folds open beneath your clothing and wetness soaks his fingers, tongue searching your face for wetness that can match what he is feeling right now. The mix of tears and saliva and your arousal are too much and he cannot wait any longer, pressing his knee against your clothed mound.

“Don’t stop crying for me,” he begs and you nod again, acquiescing to all of his requests as usual. You grind into the hardness of his knee and he chuckles, glad he followed his instincts to keep you here and like this, the kind of girl who will gladly cry and grind against a thigh if it means she feels better. 

“I’ll make you feel better,” he assures with a chant against your lips, words interrupted with the sounds of how insatiable for one another the two of you are, smacking and sliding and pants and moans. 

As if you don’t already.

[crappymixtape]

because of you • part five

PART I • PART II • PART III • PART IV • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+ | ( 2.5k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T F I V E 🎶 silhouette, aquilo

❝ DEVIL’S ON YOUR SHOULDER, STRANGERS IN YOUR HEAD, AS IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER, AS IF YOU CAN FORGET ❞

Light fell through the open window in Steve’s parents’ bedroom, washing everything in a soft, eerie orange. Bright, hopeful rays of sunlight choked out by plumes of ash and smoke creeping out of the ground. The curtains billowed softly over the window ledge, carrying with them the all too familiar scent of decay and dirt, damp rotted leaves and thick vines. Demobat wings and the suffocating press of desiccated scales on your neck and–

You started with a gasp, hands fisting into the sheets as you turned in bed and found pain. Sharp and pinching. Freezing you on the spot and pulling a whimper from your lips as your wounds from the night before made themselves known again.

Death had dragged you so close you could touch it, had felt it wrapping around you like a dark cloak until…

Something warm and soft brushed against your waist, a hand moving gently over the sliver of skin there, exposed when your oversized shirt had shifted in sleep. The same hand that had shattered death’s grasp and pulled you back to live the rest of your life. A hand that had so carefully tended to each cut and scrape and gash, had so tenderly patched you up and held you through it all.

Steve.

Brows knitted together in discomfort, you turned your head ever so slightly, lashes fluttering open to see another set of eyes looking back at you – burnt caramel, honey and brown sugar.

Worried, relieved, apologetic.

“You okay?” Steve asked quietly, voice scratchy with sleep and fingers still resting gently at your waist, afraid to move them, afraid you might disappear if he let go.

“It’s my leg,” you squeezed your eyes closed, wincing at the friction of the sheet against the stitches.

“Shit,” Steve whispered, quickly rolling onto his back and bending his knee to create a pocket of air between your body and the fabric. “Better?”

All you could manage was a small murmur of thanks and it pulled his gaze back to you, eyes searching for something. What it was he didn’t know, but he was sure he would as soon as he saw it.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his hand seeking you out, tangling his fingers together with yours.

The long sweep of his dark lashes brushed the tops of his cheekbones, freckles dotting along the bridge of his nose, twin moles pressed at his jaw, lips pulled down in concern. Pretty even like this. Even when he wasn’t smiling.

“Guess I couldn’t handle it last night,” you half-laughed thinking about the way you’d paled when he’d looped thread through the needle and it pulled a little grin out of him until you winced again.

“I don’t think I could have either,” he reassured you, “Six stitches, you took ‘em like a champ.” The look he gave you then set your heart skipping in your chest before settling between your ribs, warm and reassuring.

“Six?” you gaped.

Pulling the sheets up to look down at your leg for the first time since last night you expected to feel sick, but instead found something surprising. Six neat stitches, not quite straight, but clean and tidy and done with care.

“You…you did that?” you asked, eyes blinking back at Steve.

“What? Didn’t think I could?” he teased gently and it made the corner of your mouth pull up into a half-smirk.

“Well–no, but…” your cheeks warmed, heat creeping across your face as you bit your bottom lip in.

He studied you then for a minute, eyes mapping over your face and memorizing every little detail, every little piece of you, pieces he wished he could keep forever.

“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly, fingers still looped between yours and you answered with a silent nod. “Last night, before I went to the Creel house I wanted to ask you if–if I could take you out. You know, after we saved the world or whatever–” he huffed a small laugh and shook his head, “Guess we botched that.”

You almost laughed at the way he’d tried to soften the weight of his question, but his words were running on a loop in your head — take you out. They set something fluttering in your chest, your stomach flipping over and cheeks warming again.

“You want to take me out?”

“Yeah. I do. I really, really do.”

The way he was looking at you, like you held his world in your hands, had you breathless, heart hammering against your ribs and his palm pressed to yours under the sheets sent a flicker of heat up your arm, crept into your bloodstream and swam through every inch of you.

It had been survival, instinct how you hardened yourself against having to watch him walk away and how the sight of it put an ache in your chest more painful than the stitches on your thigh, but it all came back now when he looked at you. Washed over you like a wave on the sand, wearing down all your rough edges and smoothing them slow and sure – you realized you’d been carrying those feelings all along.

At Max’s trailer when he swore to stand by your best friend.

In the parking lot when he pulled you back from Vecna.

With your back to his chest and his hands pressed into yours over the handle of his bat.

The moment he all too willingly put himself between you and death without hesitation.

“Steve…” your throat squeezed around his name and his hand tightened on yours.

“What–what is it?” his brows pinched together, “Dammit, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you—”

“No-no, it’s not that,” you sucked in a breath and squeezed your eyes shut against everything this boy, this man, made you feel. “I just…I hated you, so much. I didn’t believe Eddie when he said you’d changed, told him he was full of shit, but I was wrong. I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit and I’m sorry–”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay,” he hushed, bringing his free hand up to gentle brush away the tears that had started to spill quietly down your cheek. “Don’t be sorry. I’ve done a lot of shit I’m not proud of, so I don’t blame you,” he shifted closer to you under the sheets, careful of your leg. “I hated me too for a long time,” he chuckled a little under his breath and gave you a small smile. “And I know I have more work to do, but…maybe-if you want to-you could give me another shot? A do over.”

You were surprised at the laugh that fell from your lips, a small wobbly thing as you wiped at the rest of your tears. “A do over?”

“Yeah. Here–” he let go of your hand and scooted back just a little and the distance made your fingers want to reach for him again. Come back. “Hi,” he said, smile growing.

“Hi?” you said, more question than statement and a little confused and it pulled a full grin out of him.

“I’m Steve, Steve Harrington.”

You bit back a snort, who was he James Bond? And it made him laugh until his hands found yours again and your skin sighed in relief – finally.

“Nice to meet you,” you said and he shifted back into you, hip to hip, chest to chest, careful still of your thigh and the touch of your skin on his skin melted the smiles from both your faces. Laughs quieted into hitched breaths and racing hearts.

Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, Steve’s jaw ticked as he swallowed down the nerves you’d pulled from his belly. “Would you–I mean…can I–can I kiss you?” he asked, unsure and unsteady, vulnerable and exposed, the real Steve and the Yes that fell from your lips came fast, sounding so much more like please, please, please, and you didn’t have to ask him twice.

His lips caught yours, fit them against his like two sides of a locket, perfect, and it made you lightheaded again, but this time when you opened your eyes you found his – honey and whiskey and liquid amber, warm like the sun and your heartbeat tattooed Steve, Steve, Steve on the inside of your ribs.

He smiled as you traced the curve of his cupid’s bow with your gaze, so soft, so lovely, so much more than you ever could have imagined and his gravity drew you back into him, pulling his bottom lip between yours – more, more, more – and he sighed, running his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck.

It was slow and languid, searching and curious, but heat simmered just under the surface. Waiting, patient, warm, and when Steve’s tongue traced the seam of your lips your reservations cracked, kerosene on the flames, and you both caught fire.

❝ IT’S ONLY BEEN A MOMENT, IT’S ONLY BEEN A LIFETIME, BUT TONIGHT YOU’RE A STRANGER, SOME SILHOUETTE, HOLD ME ❞

Grazing your teeth over his lip, you bit down softly and a groan rumbled in his chest, a low sound that made you press your thighs together, the want between your legs suspending your pain for a moment.

“Christ,” Steve choked, pulling away from you just enough to suck in a breath, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut, wrecked already. “Sorry,” he half-laughed, “You’re gonna kill me if you keep kissing me like that, Princess.”

“Kinda defeats the purpose of last night,” you tried to joke, but when he opened his eyes again and looked at you it scattered all of your faux confidence to the wind.

“Yeah,” he breathed, inching closer and closer to you, running his thumb along your bottom lip and settling it at the corner, “But dying like this doesn’t seem so bad.”

And then he kissed you again, but this time it was heated, his fingers pressed into the plush of your hips while yours tangled into his hair and it pulled another groan from him. He swallowed the soft, sweet sounds you gave him and then begged for more as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, your lips parting to let him in to taste you.

None of it felt real – lying in bed next to Steve as he sucked pretty, little, lilac marks onto your skin, not wanting it to stop, wanting him to be this close forever.

He nosed at your neck and your chin tilted up to give him more access, your hands leaving his hair to trace the muscles stretched across back through the threadbare fabric of his shirt.

“Y’okay? Gotta tell me, Princess,” he said, lips moving on your skin as you pulled in a shaky breath.

“Ye-yeah, yes,” your voice pitched up at the end in a whine as he kissed the hollow behind your ear.

He smiled against you and your mouth twitched with a smile of your own.

“What?” you asked wryly, chin still tilted and he pushed himself up on his hands, propped up over the top of you, so he could look down at you.

“You don’t hate me,” he beamed down at you, echoed your words from just a minute ago and it made you blush, your lips twisting. Caught. A little bratty and a lot enamored.

“I don’t hate you, Steve Harrington,” you said again, softening under his gaze and unable to help the way your heart skipped when he dipped down to press another kiss to your lips.

“Say my name again. Please,” he murmured, trailing his mouth down your shoulder, your forearm, your wrist – his hand gently taking yours to lift it and place a kiss to your palm.

“Steve,” you whispered, but it caught at the end when you felt his tongue on your skin. It pulled your gaze up to look at him and you found his brows pinched together, eyes squeezed shut. “Steve?” you said again, your hand turning his to tug it down and hold it close to your chest.

“I just–Christ. I thought you were gonna die out there and after all that awful shit I said to you–”

Leaning up you pushed your lips to his and swallowed his words, mumbling to him, nuh uh. “But I’m still here, make it up to me,” you told him, eyes locked on one another and suspended in time, held in the muddled, amber light falling through the window.

“How? Tell me.”

And you took his hand, the one still held in yours, and trailed it down your chest, over the soft plush of your stomach, across the thigh that wasn’t hurting and down between your legs.

“Fuck,” Steve hissed, eyes closing again for a minute at how wet you were, and he pulled in a shaky breath.

“I’m here–” you whispered again, “–and I want this, with you.”

Nodding he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, fingers moving slowly where you’d placed them, slipping in your slick and it make you gasp. “I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he said and god, you believed him.

He moved his fingers slow at first, a little tentative, a little shy, but the minute he pulled a moan from your lips he found his confidence again. Picked up the pace and moved over you at just the right speed in all the right places. Circled your clit with his thumb and slipped first one finger then two into you.

“Faster, Steve,” you gasped and he answered with the press of a kiss to your jaw, the corner of your mouth, pulled your bottom lip between his and sucked and you felt yourself sprinting to the edge.

“I’ve got you. Let go, baby, let go,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, fingers working you closer and closer. “Here, look at me,” he breathed, heart hammering in his chest, and when you met his eyes – warm honey, burnt caramel, safe, Steve – your hips stuttered.

Wrapping your arms tight around the back of his neck, you wanted – no needed – him closer, closer, closer until finally the coil settled deep in your stomach snapped and you fell apart on his fingers. Arched your back up off the mattress and pressed your body into his, the stitches on your thigh screaming, but the feeling of Steve between your legs was louder.

And there in that room, while the world burned outside the window, you made a promise to each other that even if everything was falling apart, even if you didn’t know what happened next, you’d be there. You’d choose to try again. Choose forgiveness and surrendered to each other. Let go of the past in favor of what was there in front of you. Beating hearts and handfuls of sheets, kisses dragged over skin and breaths taken away and Steve. Steve. Steve.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART FIVE OF A FIVE PART SERIES, POTENTIAL BLURBS MAY COME AT A LATER DATE ;) ]

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[jjkeremika]

being friends with the AoT men was… confusing.

(i.e., how i think they’d interact if they had a crush on you and didn’t know how to deal with it)

pairing: Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, Porco; all x reader

Eren

Eren would always pick on you, telling you to shut up with a big smile on his face and constantly looking for excuses to touch you, pushing and shoving you to the side whenever you were next to each other.

He would throw pencils and sticks and other small objects at you, anything to get your attention. He’d smirk at your responses, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed together and the way your lips pressed into a pout.

As long as your eyes were on him, he was happy.

Reiner

Reiner’s confident, maybe bordering a little on arrogant, that you’re into him—hell, he thinks everybody’s into him.

He’d stand very close to you, slowly inching closer until your arms were touching, until he could smell your delightful perfume. You’d smile as he’d tell you you smell nice, blush as he’d yawn and slyly (obviously) lay his arm around you as you walked side by side. He’d smirk proudly and preen at the men who looked at him in jealousy.

Jean

Jean would be more traditional in his approach, complimenting your appearance and dress whenever possible. His compliments were always so thoughtful and considerate, the words warming your insides on the cool days.

But he was shy, always speaking so quietly you barely heard him or never actually asking for a night of your time. Instead he’d stare at you heavenly as you passed by, telling himself he’d do it tomorrow.

Levi

Levi is difficult to read, and interacting with him was usually a one-sided dominant conversation, with him silent and watchful, always intense. Sometimes you watched his jaw click, wondering if maybe you were irritating him.

But he locked his jaw and shook his leg vigorously because you were so. fine. and it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to resist pushing you to the ground and bending you over. All his energy had to go into his bouncing leg (which he wished you were on) or gnawing at his lip (which he wished was yours).

Porco

Porco was a different kind of confident. Confident in groups, shy around you. You had caught him staring at you a couple times, to which he’d always frantically looked away or acted like he didn’t know what you were talking about, like he’d zoned out randomly and never zoned back in.

But occassionally when you ran up behind him, shouting his name and preparing to jump onto his shoulders from behind, he turned around and spread out his arms, catching you. He thanked whatever confident spirit possessed him to do it when your faces were mere centimeters apart, a deep red blush shared between you.

[kinokappe]

࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙ ⪩⪨ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜ ࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚࿙֒͜࿚

My Sweet Girl

Pairing: Bi Han x Fem! Reader

Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, masturbation, joint masturbation, belly bulge, he loves ur tits, slight mention of belly bulge, squirting, cream pie, slight mention of breeding, fingering

A/n: EXAMS HAVE BEEN KICKING MY ASS BUT ARE FINALLY OVER!! finally finished this after weeks in my drafts, and asks are open for requests if anyone wants to submit ideas‼️

⚠️ NSFW UNDER THE CUT MDNI⚠️

Bi Han wasn't used to showing his emotions, he never grew up being able to express himself, so it led to a couple of adjustments and a need for communication when you both started dating. You were proud of him, he was mature and he took the time to understand you, to know everything about you before he decided to be serious about your relationship, slowly opening up to you as the years went by.

He showed his affection in small ways, often through acts of service and quality time, he'd even buy you little trinkets from his missions, ones he thought you'd like. This time it was no different. Before he set out for his mission, he went to you, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around your waist. He held you close, resting his head on your shoulder and breathing in your scent to ground himself. He hadn't noticed it, but he was getting increasingly attached and dependent on you emotionally.

"I'll be gone for a few weeks... Take care of yourself while I'm gone, my love..." He whispered to you, lifting his head up from your shoulder and looking into your eyes with so much affection, yet a hint of sadness knowing he'd have to be away from you.

"I will... Just focus on your mission and you'll be back before you know it" You gave him a reassuring smile, kissing him softly before he left with the Lin Kuei. It was always sad and lonely the first couple of days, but you grew used to it. After all, he always came home to you.

It had been two weeks since Bi Han's departure. It had started snowing heavily, and all you hoped for was his safety outside of the temple. It was a cold night, the snow was falling quite heavily and you had just stepped out of the shower, dressed in your nightgown as you prepared for bed.

When you laid down, you breathed a deep sigh, frowning when you felt the empty bed beside you. You missed him, missed his presence... His touch, his warmth, all the soft kisses he gave you before bed.. you just missed him.

Your mind would drift off to the ways he hugged you, his muscular arms flexing whenever he tightened his grip on your waist, as if he was scared you'd dissolve if he let you go. You could imagine his warm breath on your skin, his fingers interlocked with yours as you cuddled.

You missed the way his hair fell over his shoulders, his soft smiles, soft touches... The way his palms roamed over your skin as praise spilled from his lips, treating you like a goddess while he kissed you. His lips would always find its way to yours, his fingers somehow always buried deep in your needy pussy and reaching the places you never could.

You could feel your body start to heat up, feeling a bit embarrassed at thinking of such lewed thoughts, but you couldn't help it... You pressed your legs together, bending your knees up and causing the hem of the nightgown to hike up your thighs.

"Damn it..." You cursed under your breath, just letting your head fall back against the pillow as you allowed yourself to satisfy the heat and pressure building up between your legs. You let your hands go lower, spreading your thighs apart to let your fingers dip under your underwear, already sticky and wet just from thinking of your lover.

You closed your eyes, imagining it were his fingers pleasuring you instead. You could hear the wet squelching sounds your poor, wet pussy made as you played with yourself, rubbing your needy clit in controlled circles all the while your other hand pinched at your nipples and pawed at the thin, silk fabric of your nightgown.

The sight was absolutely erotic. You mewled in pleasure, moaning his name over and over almost like a prayer while your body moved desperately to ease the heat and desperation you felt. Your back arched, feeling your orgasm creep up on you. It had been a while since you last touched yourself like this, utterly desperate and needy just from the thought of Bi Han.

You plunged your fingers deeper, feeling a mix of relief and frustration, you could never touch yourself like he did, never reach the parts his thick fingers could. You rubbed your thumb on your wet, puffy clit faster, much harder than before and feeling yourself so close to the edge—

"My love...?" A deep, almost too familiar voice rang through the room just as you were about to reach your first orgasm. You looked up, seeing his eyes were fixated on you, a large bulge already forming in his pants as he quietly locked the door. But you couldn't stop, not when you were so close to finishing.

Amidst your pleasure-addled mind, you didn't notice the door creak open, his careful movements falling on deaf ears while you thrusted your fingers into the warm walls of your cunt. while he watched you, his mouth watered at the sight of your delicious body splayed out on the bed, legs spread and back arched. He could already feel himself getting hard in his pants, the sight of your fucked-out expression and the sound of your moans making him feel hot.

"Bi Han.. please~" You whimpered, looking up at him with half-lidded, needy eyes as you kept up the pace, thrusting your fingers into your tight hole while he kept his eyes on you. He smirked, coming to the edge of the bed and placing his hands on your stomach, roaming over your nightgown and sliding the fabric up to reveal your sweet pussy, pink and warm, so perfect and wet for him.

"Don't stop, princess... Come for me.. let me see how you touch yourself" he growled under his breath, placing a hand on your knee to spread your legs further. His mouth was already watering, eager to taste your arousal on his tongue and fuck you open on his mouth, but he held himself back, wanting to give you the satisfaction of coming by yourself.

He bit his lip, unzipping his pants and keeping his eyes on you, loving the pinched look on your face from how good you were fucking yourself. He slid his pants down along with his boxers, pulling his hardening cock out as he kept his eyes on your fingers.

"That's it baby... Keep touching yourself, just like that..." He would whisper, stroking his dick to the rhythm of your fingers. He loved seeing you this needy, and as much as he wanted to rip your fingers out of your pussy to replace it with his own, have you crying on it from the stretch, he absolutely went crazy seeing you in this vulnerable position, stuffing yourself full of your delicate fingers. Yet a smug smirk pulled at his lips knowing he could make you cum just as fast.

"I think I'm gonna come~" you moaned, looking at him with need and desperation in your eyes. You could feel your stomach tightening, the gummy walls of your cunt hugging your fingers as you continued to curl them up and take them out, only to plunge them back in deeper. His breath grew heavy as he continued to pump his own cock, globs of precum creaming on his tip as he kept going.

"Fuckk..." He cursed, feeling his own orgasm approach as he pumped his dick, rubbing his sensitive tip on your panties, staining it with his arousal. "Come for me, let it all out princess" he growled between strangled groans, losing his remaining composure. He wanted to hear her scream, wanted to see her come undone underneath him.

With one final thrust, you could feel your stomach tighten and the coil in your abdomen snap. Your breath caught in your throat as you desperately rubbed your puffy clit, hips and legs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. You could feel your juices overflow, your panties soaked and sticky as you pulled out of yourself, still whimpering as your pussy tingled.

Bi han was a mess above you, white spurts of cum squirting out of his slit while his thighs shook, ruining your thighs with the traces of his orgasm. He was absolutely ruined by the sight of you reaching your climax. "That was so hot, princess..." He whispered, panting heavily as he took your hand, gently lifting it to his mouth and licking your fingers with evident desperation, moaning around your slender digits as he tasted the sweetness of your pussy, dick twitching as he licked your fingers clean.

"Bi Han no, stop..." You whisper, trying to get your fingers out of his mouth, but he merely smirks, giving your palm a soft kiss. "You just taste so good..." He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck, nibbling lightly on your skin to leave his own marks.

His hands slowly smoothed over the skin of your thighs, tracing up the contours of your body and bringing your nightgown up with his movements, making you shudder as the cold air hit your skin. "I just missed you... I was thinking of you..." You whispered, closing your eyes and focusing on his touch.

"You're driving me crazy, my love... I'm sorry for leaving you pent up these past few days... Let me make it up to you, let me take care of you..." He whispered against your neck, finally able to take your nightgown off and throwing it over your head with ease. He stared down at you for a moment, eyes fixed on your perfect breasts. They were so round and full he couldn't help squeezing them, thumbs rolling over your sensitive nipples as he kissed and tongued at your soft flesh, his hips absentmindedly rutting against your panties while the tip of his (already) hard dick caught on your clit.

"Hah- ah~ my love... Please~" you breathed out, your hands finding purchase on the bedsheets as he continued his assault on your chest, tongue swirling and sucking on your nipple while his free hand teased the other, giving your breasts his full attention. "Use your words, baby... Tell me to fuck this pretty cunt, tell me you want me..." He whispered, his warm breath fanning over your skin and sending shivers up your spine.

You bit your lip, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. You felt your pussy throb, pulling him closer by the neck to whisper in his ear. "I want you so badly, my love. Please fuck me, fuck this needy cunt... I can't wait anymore~" normally, he would tease you. He would make you beg until you were on the verge of tears. But this time? How could he deny his pretty girl when she asked him so politely?

Your words went straight to his dick, making the blood rush to his tip the moment your breath hit his skin. "Anything for you, princess..." He groaned, and in less than a second, you could hear the fabric of your panties getting ripped apart, his muscular arm flexing when he threw it somewhere on the floor, uncaring on where it landed.

Your eyes widened slightly, feeling his palms trace the smooth skin of your plush thighs, spreading them apart as he licked his lips, the sight of your puffy clit, pink and wet, was already driving him up a wall. "Don't need to prepare you, huh?" His voice laced with a hint of amusement. He grabbed the base of his cock, aligning it with your pussy and sliding through your folds, catching on your clit everytime.

"Gonna have to stretch you out a bit, alright princess? But I know my pretty girl will feel good..." He smirked, guiding your legs to rest upon his shoulders. "You ready, love?" His voice was sweet, rolling off the tip of his tongue like butter as he pressed a soft kiss to your calf. You nod, "I'm ready..." Is all you can manage to say, feeling your heart pound in your chest to the point you could almost hear it.

"That's my girl..." He gave you a reassuring smile, finally pressing his tip inside your tight hole, making sure you felt every single inch, felt the stretch from his monstrous cock as it went deeper, the gummy walls of your cunt hugging him, molding to the shape of him.

He placed a hand on your stomach, biting his lip to stifle a groan when he saw the bulge on your tummy, knowing it was his dick inside you, knowing he was about to ruin you. His thrusts started off slow, easing you into it, "fuckk- do you feel that, baby?" He growled, pressing on your stomach and absolutely losing it, "do you- ngh~ feel how deep I am?"

He chuckled darkly when he saw how you struggled to even speak, your words incoherent when he kept kissing your cervix. He was driving you crazy, torturing you at the speed he was going, but you knew it was out of love, he was never one to rush despite his own desires, always prioritizing your comfort and pleasure before his own

You grabbed his arm, squeezing around his bicep to get his attention, "Hah- harder, please my love~" you begged as you looked into his eyes, and there it was. The reaction was almost instant, his hips stilling for a moment as he pressed his much larger body on top of yours, effectively putting you in a mating press with your knees so close to your chest.

Without warning, he gave you no more time to adjust as he bullied his painfully hard dick into your pussy, his slit already creamy and swollen as he slammed into you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. His hands rested on the underside of your thighs while his fingers dug into your supple flesh with each brutal thrust of his hips.

"I'm gonna ruin this pretty pussy, baby... I want you to scream my name, can you do that for me?" His eyes were fixed on you, on your body, mouth watering at the sight of your tits bouncing every time he slammed into you, and he couldn't get enough of it. When he saw you nod, it only fueled his fire, making his hips go impossibly faster, "that's my good girl..." He praised, trailing kisses all over your legs.

A white, creamy ring already formed on the base of his cock, but he loved it. Each drag of his fat dick had you whining, the stretch already feeling so good with each vein prominent and thick. Every time he pulled out, his cock was already covered and sticky with your cream, sliding down his length until it dripped on the side of his thigh. "You sound angelic, my love. Keep fucking screaming, let the world know who this creamy pussy belongs to, hm?" His words alone made your cunt clamp around him, sending you over the edge hard.

A dark chuckled came from deep in his chest, his thumb finding it's way to your clit, circling it in controlled motions to help you ride your high. "You came already, pretty girl?" He teased, but his hips never stopped. You tried to protest, your legs shaking around his shoulders, but he didn't fucking care.

He ripped orgasm after orgasm out of your sorry pussy, filling you up to the brim multiple times but he never stopped. There was a possessive glint in his eyes and he knew he wanted nothing more than to stuff his pretty girl's pussy with his cum, milking her until she was shaking and sore. He pushed your legs further, going even deeper, even faster until you was screaming in pleasure.

"Bi Han, please~ it's too much!" You cried out, your nails digging into the bedsheets as you felt your stomach tighten, the coil in your abdomen threatening to burst, but it felt different this time... It felt so different.

"Just a bit more, princess... You can take it" he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he desperately humped into you like a dog in heat, his own release fast approaching.

You placed your hands on his chest, trying to push him off as your legs began to shake, each thrust causing impossibly wet sounds to echo between the two of you. "N-no! I think I'm gonna pee!" You whimpered, trying desperately to squirm away from him.

When he heard those words, it's like a fire was ignited within him, his thrusts hitting you deeper and harder, angling his hips specifically to hit your sweet spot. "No, you're not gonna pee..." He smirked against your neck. He let a thick drop of saliva fall to his fingers, trailing his hand down to rub your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Fuckk~!" You cursed, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers as the feeling in your stomach grew more intense, like you were about to burst. "Baby no, it feels different!" You cried, your back arching so deliciously off the bed.

"Let it happen, let it all go, my love... Let it all out for me" he kissed your neck like a man starved, fucking into you faster, desperate for you to reach your release. His dick and fingers worked wonders on your pussy, and with one final thrust, you were absolutely ruined.

He quickly pulled out of you and your eyes shut tight, rolling back in pleasure as white flashed before your eyes. His fingers rubbed and pressed on your clit, the wet sounds so obscene while you squirted all over this beautiful man, your legs shaking and trembling. He inserted two fingers into you, fingering you into oblivion and letting more of your juices flow, loving the way you screamed and cried his name.

After a moment, he thrusted his dick back into your sopping wet pussy, finally cumming inside you. Thick, white ropes of his cum painting your sensitive walls, his breathing heavy and labored as the two of you finally finished, exhausted beyond words.

He kissed your neck, slowly letting your legs fall from his shoulders. "That was so hot, my love... you're amazing, so perfect" he praised, still keeping his cock deep inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet.

You were panting heavily, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, "you're amazing too... Made me feel so good" she chuckled weakly, brushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face.

"I love you so much... You mean the world to me, and making you feel this good," he kissed your forehead, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek tenderly, "is such a blessing..." Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help wrapping him up in your arms, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as he felt comfortable enough to rest his weight on you. " Love you so much too... I love every moment with you, and I'm so happy that you're finally home" you reply with a tired smile on your face, feeling sleep slowly creep up in your tired body.

The next few moments were soft and comfortable. He spoiled you with kisses, his hands massaging your legs and thighs, making sure you felt alright. He pulled out a while later, smirking down at the sight of your stuffed pussy leaking, the white cream of his climax sliding down your pussy lips and ass.

He took care of you, taking a warm cloth and cleaning you up, especially between your legs as he brushed your hair. That night was spent with both of you in each other's arms, warm and comfortable. It was worth it waiting for his return, and you felt so loved to be held in his arms <33

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Kinktober day 13 - Leather

Pairing: OPLA!Sanji x F!Reader Warnings: 18+ ! MDNI!, NSFW, Leather, Body Worship, Teasing, Smut, Summary: Imagine Sanji being your boyfriend, Being hoplessly in love with you. You wanted to tease him, see how far you could take it before he snapped. A/N: Masterpost and all my Links is pinned on my tumblr. 😊

You knew he was in his room currently all alone, which was perfect. You looked into the mirror as you giggled over what you were wearing. You covered it up with a dress as you walked over to his room. You opened the door as he lighted up "Hey my beautiful lady" he grinned "how may I please you today?" He flirted, waiting for your reply. You closed the door and locked it. "I've been thinking about kissing you all-" before he could finish you dropped your dress to the floor and at the same time he forgot what he was going to say.

You were wearing black leather leggings with a hole around the clit and had put on black heartshaped stickers on each of your nipples. "Hi babe" you acted usual, and said “ops” as you picked up the dress from the ground, folded your dress neatly and layed it on one of his chairs as you walked over to him, acting casual "I had a couple of things in mind" you began, soaking up all of his reactions. The poor guy looked like he was already struggling as he exhaled deeply. He began to look at you knees and slowly looked up at what you were wearing "what are you doing to me?" he said as his head fell back to the wall "youre makin me so hard" he chuckled frustrated and you looked down on his crotch and noticed he had a buldge.

You grabbed his book from his hand and threw it across the room, he looked confused but captivated by you at the same time "Sanji! why did you throw your book away?" you acted suprised "You can't treat your books like this!" you walked over to where you had thrown the book. "You want this book back?" you asked him, pointing at the book. He nodded as he kept staring at your body. "I'll grab it for you, hun" you smiled and bended over to grab it, letting him explore your clit with his eyes. "You wanna feel how hard youre making me right now?"he said. He exhaled as he took off his jacket looking hungry at you. You leaned up and turned around smirking at him. "Don't mind me" He removed his pants down and his dick flew out "I can’t help it, you’re making me so horny” he said as he began to stroke his dick while staring at you. He knew this would make you more horny, you loved it when he stroked his dick in front of you, teasing you with his hard dick.

You tried to play it cool but it started to get hard fast for you "you know" you walked over to him laying the book down on his nightstand "I think there's something stuck on my chest" you said and started to rub your tits together, "Feel's so good touching my breasts" you moaned, you couldn’t help but to look at his dick. He loved your tits so much it caused him to melt, as he just stares at you hypnotized while stroking his dick. "Can you check?" You sat down on the bed and pushed your breasts forward. "I feel like, I have something right here" you teased and pointed at your nipples. He was staring at your nipples as he looked like he was about to burst. "something hard?" you continued and then you looked down on your nipples and ripped away the stickers on your nipples slowly, causing him to moan. "Much better" you giggled "So tell me, babe" you smirked. "how are you?" he swallowed hard "How can you pretend that this does nothing for me?" his voice broke, you grabbed his chin and giggled "My beautiful y/n" he exhaled "I wanna fuck you so hard" he groaned "youre teasing me so bad, you already have me wrapped around your finger" he said "touch me please." he moaned as began to stroke harder.

This time he was teasing you, real bad. But you weren't done. you layed down on all you fours as you turned around bending down your back as you placed your clit infront of his face "You like it when I tease you?" you moaned as you started to touch your clit. "Fuck y/n" he panted and stroked his dick. "you want to spank me?" you said as you bended your ass down and touched his dick with your clit, He groaned as you leaned your ass up again and went back to touching your clit. "I want you so bad y/n" he panted "stop teasing me" he stroked his dick harder "I wanna be inside you so bad." you leaned back as you were getting ready to tell him you wanted him too when you got an Idea. "I'm so ready for you" you moaned and continued to touch your clit. "But first I want you to spank me" you teased, challenging him to stop stroking himself.

He exhaled deeply as he finally spanked you, but then he curled his hands around your hips as he yanked you up twoards his mouth. You bended down your back so he could lean down better, he began to stroke his dick slowly again as he moaned into your clit. He pushed his tounge against your clit and thrusted his tounge inside you, he licked and sucked and found all your buttons like he always did. "Please" you moaned and knew you would cum any minute. "Fuck! please, I want you inside me" you panted "Sanji, please let me fuck you real good" you moaned as he continued to lick your clit. "Now It's my turn" he smirked as he held you tight around your legs as his hands were gripping tight on your leather pants "Fuck!" you moaned loudly "Please let me fuck you" your hips began to shake uncontrollably searching for his dick, "You want to fuck me?" he cooed, "yes" you moaned and he let you go, "fuck me hard my beautiful y/n, I wanna hear your pretty moans" he cooed. You turned around fast and put the dick inside you slowly but quickly, "This feels so good.” You hugged your legs into his when your hips began to shake hard down on his dick. He grabbed your ass hard as he spanked you. You held tight on his shoulder as your hips thrusted down hard, feeling close. "Oh sanji" you moaned "your dick feel's so good" you moaned louder. "I want you to look at me when you fuck me" He cooed as he looked into your eyes. "Hun" He moaned, you trusted hard down on his shaft, "Im about to cum any minute" he warned. "Cum Inside me" you panted. “I need you” Like he went feral he grabbed your waist, slipped you out and layed you down on your back and suddenly he was laying untop of you, with your feet between his head as he leaned untop of you and put his shaft into you, and started to thrust hard into you. You moaned as he was even deeper inside you. He was so fast with his hips, he grabbed your hand and entwined his fingers in yours as he thrusted hard into you. You were feeling the orgasm coming "Sanji" you moaned loudly. "cum while moaning my name like you always do" he groaned and thrusted harder into you. "Sanji" moaned again and again. He groaned loudly as you both climaxed at the same time. He slipped out, put down your legs and dragged up his pants. “Let me” he smiled at you, suddenly he held you up in bridal style as he walked over to a bowl with hot water helping you clean up. "I love you so much" you sighed and grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. "I love you too" he smiles.

After he had helped you clean up, he had turned on some candles around the room and taken off his clothes laying naked in bed, waiting for you under the blanket. You took off your leggings while giggling as you curled up into his arms, under the blanket with him. You looked up at him as he kissed you deeply. "Here" he grinned and gave you a box with your favorite baked goods. "fuck I love you so much" you giggled and kissed him hard. "I love you too y/n" he said as he kissed you on your cheek.

[n0tamused]

Hiya

Please can I request some hurt/comfort with Kaveh, like maybe the reader gets injured. Also I saw on one of your posts a couple months ago you weren't secure with writing him, so if you still aren't I would mind Alhaitham or Ayato <3

A/n: Hello, I'm not sure where I was going with this honestly, I haven't written for Kaveh in what feels like a decade so I hope I didn't butcher him. However, I admittedly rushed a bit so I can get back to you with it and I do hope I was able to provide some comfort to you with this. Hope you enjoy🌙

Contents: Kaveh x reader, gn, hurt angst to fluff, sensitive reader? Imo... Drabble wordvomit

“Where have you been?! Do you know how worried I was about you-” the loudness his tone reached pulled the octaves of his voice higher, unlike the sweet lilt he usually addresses you with. Turning your head sharply to look at him through the thin veil of the dark night, your tear stained cheeks stun him for a good moment, making him choke back words and audibly he stutters and sputters as his eyes widen further. His eyes flicker over your face, across your features until he follows the bend of your arms that hold your leg and foot, both hastily wrapped in bandages - if the situation wasn't as dire as it was Kaveh would've scoffed and made fun of it. 

“Where were you-” he asks again, his voice swimming in fear as a chill runs up his spine despite the scalding desert air. More than one question is squeezed into those three words as he rushes over to kneel beside you. Cautious, airy hands hover over the ankle and the shin of your leg, but he refuses to touch you, as if you break from the simplest of touches. He looks up into your eyes again, silently pleading for a response to all the questions brewing in his mind. “What happened to you? Were you attacked? W-When did this happen? Do you not know how long I've been looking for you?!-”

Mehrak swoops into the sands, releasing a little sound that was both alarm and curiosity, the blinking green dots for eyes angled in your direction. Soft little beeps come from the suitcase looking machinery, yet you have little strength to pay any attention to it. 

“I-I’m fine..! I just sprained my ankle really badly while I was looking for you and.. I couldn’t walk properly, I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it back” you explain, a breath of ease filling your lungs as you paw at your eyes with your hands to dry your tears, fear still grasping your bones with chilly hands. Not only were you dazed from the scorching sun, but now the cooling night air was slowly creeping up, already heralding a fever in your fatigued muscles. “I didn’t even know which direction to go in, everything looks the same around here” adding that, Kaveh holds his breath as he carefully takes your shin in hand to lift it from the ground, his other hand holding your foot to take a better look at it. He could smell the fear on you and he couldn’t blame you one bit for feeling so scared, he had his moments too where he thought he was lost to the dunes. But not a moment has passed before he was already gritting his teeth, saying “I shouldn’t have agreed to bring you this far out.. ugh, and to even leave you alone.. Why did you go after me? I told you to stay in the shade, I wasn't going to be away for so long and..” he sighs, nearly wincing as he trails off. 

He’s grumbling, taking the whole weight of the blame on his shoulders, again, his brows knitting together, angling in sadness as his chin lightly tips down so he could look at your foot, gently probing the skin. 

“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have been so stubborn to leave the camp.. Had I gone any further out..” you trail off, dreading to think what could have happened. 

Kaveh goes to open his mouth and say something, ready to scold you and lecture you all about how Eremites could have found you, mercenaries, scorpions, and how all of it could have impact him if all he found of you was pieces hanging between a vulture’s beak. He shivers and closes his mouth, remembering the fear and glistening tears on your eyes, tears of frustration and fear and fatigue no doubt. 

Keep quiet, Kaveh, he scolds himself instead. 

“But you did not, and that is good.. that is a relief.. Would you like to try and stand, with my help of course. We still need to get back to camp” his voice mellows out towards the end, and he lets go of your ankle when you wince at one particular touch from his fingers. He lowers it to the sand slowly and turns to look at you, his elbow resting on his knee.

“No..no..I tried. But… Let me try again” you persist, suddenly feeling a wash of determination to ease his worry or perhaps prove to yourself that what you've done isn't as stupid as it was. Kaveh looks at you, unsure but he doesn't go against it as you're already grasping on his shoulder and trying to lift yourself up.

His hands fly to your waist, stabilizing you when you stumble, bringing you closer to his side so you have something to hold on to. But it all came crashing down when you accidentally went to step on your injured foot, sending a shock of pain up your body. Kaveh sighs, frustrated at the situation, and he is swift to lower you back to the ground. “You can't walk with a foot like that..” he says through his teeth, his heart constructing painfully at your own pain. For what seems like the nth time, he sighs and his arms swoop underneath you. “Hang on to me.. let's try this. One, two and- three” he tells you, and waits until you're clinging onto him before he lifts you up in his embrace. 

His arm is underneath your knees and the other supports your back, and now that you're closer to him you can feel the shaky breaths he's pulling into his lungs. He's refusing to look at you now as he begins to tread through the moving sand underfoot. 

“Kaveh…” you whisper as you look at him, greeted by the side of his face. The fine sheen of sweat is visible in the dying daylights, and his hair is a complete mess, and you can feel grains of sand throughout his scarves and clothing.  “Are you… alright?”

“I am alright.. just..” he looks to the side for a moment, his eyelids falling heavy over his dark colored eyes. “I was just really worried about you..” he confessed, as if it was hard to tell. Were it any sort of other situation, you would've teased and cackled at him, but you can feel his tense muscles begging to feel you, and you're sure he'll begin trembling at any moment.

“Oh, Kaveh…” you coo gently, creeping onto his shoulder like a shy doe, apologetic and sad. “I'm sorry.. I really am. I am fine now, okay? It's just a sprained ankle, it happened before, and this surely isn't the last time I'll sprain it”

Kaveh steals a glance at you, his eyes flickering over your face before he turns his gaze forward again, watching how Mehrak floated ahead to light the way in green and pale lime hues.  “It's alright..  I'm just glad to have found you, and that the injury wasn't any worse. But I hope you know I will not forget this, ever” his tone gains a part of its natural flare and passion, still wishing to scold you as if that would teach you a lesson and make you forget how to get hurt.

“I promise to be more careful, okay? Will that soothe you any better?” You lean the side of your head on his shoulder, feeling the tension slowly melting from his shoulders.

“Yeah, right. That's what you said last time as well, and look where that got you”

“Last time there was an accident, that guy pushed me!”

“Oh, spare me- and this wasn't an accident?-”

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[willowsages-blog]

his touch: Johnny Knoxville x female reader

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, (the reader is in her 20’s and Johnny his 40s)

the feeling of the silk sheets over my freshly shaven legs was so familiar. I glance at the space on my bed, begging to be filled. Johnny has yet to leave my mind after our encounter. there’s nothing I want more at this moment than to grasp onto his back and feel his lips melt into mine, just once more. he knew just what I needed to hear. and I want it back. 

    I dial his number.........

    

his headlights illuminate the front of my house. I unlock the door, ready to see him walk through it. As the door fell ajar, I could feel my grip on the tabletop tighter and my desire even deeper. I saw him peek through the cracked door before stepping in. I watched the corners of his mouth turn upwards when he saw my face. the sound of his footsteps getting closer and closer only made me more excited. 

   my gaze fell to his hand, slowly reaching for my blushed cheek. four of his fingers slid across my jawline and through my hair. “missed me, hm?” Johnny grinned. 

   it took more strength than it should’ve to meet my eyes to his. i took a deep breath in before i answered. “of course i did.” the simper on his face grew wider, displaying his satisfaction like an attraction at a museum, and i was intrigued. 

  i stepped away and opened the cabinet to my left. from here i grabbed a bottle of hennessy and the two of us a glass. i looked back at him, shaking the bottle from side to side, my eyebrow raised, inaudibly asking him whether or not he’d be joining me. he nodded. 

  we sipped on our drinks as i led him to my room. i held his hand in order to direct him, and all i could think about was how big it was. i looked back at him and smiled. he’s gorgeous. 

  i listened to him mumble single words at a time, and it made me more anxious than i’d been all night. we stepped in the room after i pushed the door open with my foot. 

  two half-filled cups and a bottle of hennessy rest on my dresser. 

 I felt a pair of cold hands grab onto my shoulders. his clutch grows tighter as he gently massaged my back. I could feel the tension within me release everywhere his fingers would land. I smiled and threw my head back, expressing my delight. just then, I feel two kisses land on my neck.

 he spins me around to face him. I watch as he unscrews the bottle, I set down earlier. “open” Johnny mumbles. I’m obedient. the silky liquid floods my mouth. I swallow, but the vanilla aroma still lingers. he smiled and picked me up by the waist. 

 my back hits the bed ever so softly, my legs hanging off. I lay my head back sluggishly. I watch his jaw clench and un-clench and squeeze my legs together. his gaze traced the shape of my body. “you’re so beautiful, y/n”

 I swipe my tongue across my top row of teeth, begging for something more. he bends down to kiss my jaw as if he read my mind. his breath fanned over my ear, sending shivers down my spine. 

 I feel his hand slip between my thighs. he circled my clit over the thin polyester shorts that covered it. As Johnny continued, I felt my back form an arch. My chest fell down, and lifted again, faster and faster. he grabbed onto my waistband and pulled it downward, exposing the absence of my underwear.

 the shape of my entrance was traced by the tip of his middle finger, allowing him to feel how wet he made me. I watched Johnny take his finger off of me and put it in his own mouth, his eyes not breaking contact with mine. 

 I could see the print in his jeans become more defined. “god, take it off already.” I cooed. Johnny chuckled under his breath. the sound of his Knoxville belt un-latching was music to my ears. his pants hit the ground, allowing me to observe his hardened cock even further. his shirt was quick to follow. 

he bent down to my level and gave me a kiss. his lips were the softest I’d ever been in contact with. he felt like heaven on top of me. we parted, and he peeled my shirt off. at this point, my breasts were totally exposed. his eyebrows furrowed in desperation. 

his head crept closer and closer to my tits until I felt his lips wrap around one of my nipples. he trailed the kiss all around my body, not missing a single spot. 

the pattern I was breathing to was beginning to lose itself as my breath grew shakier. his fingers interlock with mine, and he looks up at me. “are you ready?” he questioned. i nod my head at a loss for words. his thumbs slip into his underwear. he swiftly pulls them all the way down. 

“tell me who this pussy belongs to, I wanna hear you say it” 

“you, Johnny. all yours” I managed to spit out. “such a good slut” he cocked his head. 

and finally, he plunged himself into my pussy, pumping in and out. Johnny was able to find the perfect rhythm to rock my world in an instant. I swallowed the lump in my throat and let out a despairing moan. he covered my mouth with his hand, only to muffle the sounds I’d be making. “shh, shh, shh” he hushed. 

Johnny thrusts himself further into my core, making my juices drip down my leg. my mouth drooped, pleading to be heard, but still, nothing would come out.

his dick left my insides before he flipped me onto my stomach, just to stick it back in. My hands grasped the sheets. he slapped his hand to my ass, leaving a bright red handprint behind. “look at you, bent over like a slut for me” 

I squeezed my eyes shut. Johnny tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling it toward him. I tried to speak, but every time I tried, I only found a groan slipping out. “you look so pretty around my cock, y/n” Johnny spoke. everything he said left his lips like a soft prayer. I could almost taste the conceit radiating off of him. “mmm” I hummed, now completely unable to form a sentence. 

his hands left my waist and wrapped around my wrists, bringing my hands over my head. now, I was not only restricted but immobile. his grip was unbreakable. 

the space between my eyebrows grew thinner as I batted my eyelashes in ecstasy. the sound of his heavy breathing was so soothing. “that’s it”, “Right there” he whispered.

before I knew it, I felt him slip out of me and spill all over my back. “fuck” he huffed. “Stay right there, princess.”

 the sound of his footsteps led to my bathroom, where he grabbed some tissues to clean me up with. “you’re such a good girl” Johnny smiled. 

I flipped myself over, earning a sweet kiss. I studied his brown eyes until he broke the contact. I situated myself onto my bed and he joined me. we look over at each other in sync. 

“I missed you too” 

[hellfirexclub]

Bestfriend perv!Eddie headcanons bc whoops I’m obsessed with him (I may have to write a full perv!Eddie fic this was so hot…)

Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, somnophilia, masturbation, grinding, secretly taking pictures.

Perv!Eddie who’s your closest friend, you guys have hung out everyday for years but you’re so sweet and innocent that you don’t realise his true intentions… or so he thinks.

Perv!Eddie would be such a horny mess for you. He’s a virgin and he’s completely touch starved, so having a best-friend as fucking hot as you drives him literally crazy. He’d be completely infatuated right away, feral for you and everything you do, worshipping the ground you walk on and using your innocence about all this to his advantage.

Perv!Eddie would 100% sniff your panties. Whether at yours or his, if you go to have a shower Eddie will find the panties you just took off and get himself off with them. He loves the fresh scent of your cunt on them, the slight glisten of your arousal on them if he’s lucky enough, that he will bring up to his tongue and lap at desperately. His eyes would be rolled back as he inhales your scent, cock painfully hard and movements frantic, imagining how divine it would be to actually taste your pussy. It gets him off even more if he hears the shower switch off and knows he has to cum within minutes otherwise you’ll catch him red handed. 

Perv!Eddie would have a literal boxed collection under his bed of magazines with girls that look like you that have pages crusted together from all the fun he’s had with them. He’d even go the step further and start taking pictures of you himself with the neat polaroid you got him for his birthday, because the girls in the magazine could never look as good as you. You always somehow innocently reinforce his perverted nature, which makes Eddie begin to believe that maybe you like it. Either way, these become Eddies new favoured pictures and he becomes obsessed with trying to get the most risqué pictures of you without you noticing. His favourite picture is a close up of your sleeping face, he likes to cum over your parted lips.

Perv!Eddie who absolutely dies when you wear a short skirt, it burns him up with the desire to bend you over, flip that tiny skirt up and fuck you senseless. He can’t draw his eyes away from your thighs and will probably also ‘innocently’ put his hand on your thigh while you’re talking, stroking soft circles with his thumb that make it hard for you to breathe let alone continue talking without stuttering. This makes Eddie smirk, filled with pride that he can make you squirm like this. He just wants to fall to his knees between your legs, kiss and spread those delicious thighs and then absolutely devour you. He would eat you out for hours if he had his way, having you shaking and begging for him to take you.

Perv!Eddie who has loads of cute nicknames for you, some definitely more so than just friendly, but its Eddie saying them so you love it. Dollface, pretty girl, sugar, pumpkin, sweetheart, Eddie will use any word under the sun to describe his favourite girl. He even crosses the line and dares to call you baby, which to his surprise you love hearing.

Perv!Eddie definitely has a corruption kink, the thought of how sweet and innocent you are to all his actions gets him painfully hard, and he would love nothing more than to ruin you. The thought of you reciprocating his feelings, actually wanting him to do all the perverted things he thinks about doing to you drives him insane. He constantly wants to try and push the boundaries to see what you’ll allow, which is seemingly anything he does.

Perv!Eddie would also sit you on his lap way more than would be appropriate for friends, it doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re with. More often than not you get mistaken for a couple which makes Eddies heart want to burst from his chest with joy. His favourite is to have you on his lap when you’re all playing dnd, seeing the jealous looks of the other boys around the table fuels his superiority. His hands will rest in your lap more often than not, slowly drifting under your skirt and holding your thigh gently. And you’re such a sweetheart that you don't ever mention his hard cock pressed up against you, though you’ll admit you find yourself grinding on it ‘accidentally’, loving the chokes and groans it draws out of Eddie.

Perv!Eddie looks at your tits like constantly, and obviously you notice it but you think it’s just a guy thing. Lord help Eddie if you are wearing anything low cut because he will be mesmerised, watching the way they bounce when you move or jiggle when you laugh. He’ll be practically drooling as he imagines his face between them, or better yet imagines what it would be like to pull your top down, expose your gorgeous tits to him. Eddie only managed to see your bare tits once when he walked in on you changing, and it was only for a fraction of a moment, but the image is still burned into his mind and he is desperate to see them again.

Perv!Eddie who insists you guys spoon at sleepovers because that’s what best friends do. When in reality he just wants your ass pressed right up against him and his arm draped tightly over your tits. He’d try his best to contain himself while you’re awake, but once you’re asleep he will slowly grind against you, obsessed by the heat of your cunt against him through your clothing. It becomes a new favourite thing of his to do because of how often you sleep over, and he often finds himself cumming in his pants cause he’s a sex-starved virgin and he literally can’t take how good it feels to be pressed against you. He’s naive enough to think his rutting has never woken you up.

Perv!Eddie who loves that you’re so comfortable around him that you don't mind walking around in your underwear or changing in front of him. Again, he insists you’re besties so it’s cool, hell he’ll even take his shirt off to show you that it’s chill. But he is watching you like a hawk and drooling over every exposed bit of skin he can see. And your ass has him wanting to get on his hands and knees and beg you to let him touch you, he has way too many photos taken when your back was turned while you changed.

Perv!Eddie will find any excuse to touch you, always having a hand on your lower back or your waist when he walks behind you, holding your hand when your walking together, hugging you from behind and pulling your back to his chest. As well as just his desire to be close to you, he does it as an act of possession, to show other guys that he is the only one who can be this close to you, you’re his to touch only. He’s extremely jealous and wouldn’t stand for anyone else getting to be with you like he is, so he counts his lucky stars that he’s the only one you let get that close to you. In his mind that reinforces that you’re his. 

Perv!Eddie will always insist ‘ladies first’ when you’re going up a flight of stairs, so he can drool over your ass the whole way up. It’s his lucky day if you happen to be wearing a skirt and he gets an upskirt view of your panties, just that small view of your pussy getting him hard. He’d almost trip up the stairs because he’s so fixated on you.

Perv!Eddie has definitely gotten into the habit of not announcing himself when he goes round yours, hoping he might catch you in a compromising position. And Eddie got exactly what he wanted when he came to your house one night and was met with your soft moans as he approached your bedroom door. He thanks the gods that its open a sliver and he can peek in to see your hand in your panties, rubbing slow circles on your clit. Eddie was hard as a rock watching you get yourself off, in pure disbelief at the sight in front of him. You looked like a goddess, head thrown back and lips swollen from where you were biting them to keep in your moans. His eyes watched the rhythmic moving of your fingers in your panties, rubbing a soft circle against your clit, fist wrapped tightly around his cock as he fucks himself into his palm. He wants nothing more than to watch you take your panties off, finally see your wet cunt exposed for him, but watching you writhe as you got closer was good enough for him. Eddie already wanted to cum but he held it in, desperate to watch you reach your own end so he can cum with you. His movements quickened with yours, biting his lip to keep in his grunts as you came closer to the edge, mewling out a word that stopped Eddies heart. His name. You’d just fucking moaned his name when you came. He couldn’t help the loud groan that escapes his lips as he cums hard and desperate over his hand, head thrown back and swears spilling from his lips like a prayer as he rides out his orgasm and prays you didn’t hear him.

[babydollmarauders]

SUMMER — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “Can we please stop running? I think l'm dying.” & “OH you're jealous!” & “That was kind of hot.” with Jack.

i don’t think i have an athletic bone in my body. which is unfortunate considering i’ve spent the last year and a half dating a hockey player.

furthermore, i’m now spending the summer with him and his athlete brothers. so, of course, i expected them to train and work out together, what i didn’t expect was for Jack to rope me into it too. but now i’m trailing behind him on a run, out of breath, with cramps in my side, and the feeling that i might keel over at any moment. Jack is being nice and practically jogging to stay behind with me, but he’s still somehow ahead of me, and his brothers are much farther ahead of us.

“can we please stop running?!” i pant, my hands clutching my side. “i think i'm dying.”

Jack chuckles, coming to a halt and calling out to his brothers to slow down for a sec.

“c’mon, hop on, i’ll carry you the rest of the way.” he bends down in front of me, urging me to jump on his back for a piggyback ride, and he doesn’t have to tell me twice. my legs wrap around to his front, my arms hugging his neck, and he starts running again, a grin still happily on his lips.

“i’m sorry.” i mumble in his ear. “i can’t even run two measly miles. i told you i should’ve stayed back, i’m not cut out for this.”

he turns his head to look at me through the side of his eyes.

“hey, don’t do that. don’t put yourself down. i wanted you to come. besides, i don’t mind having a pretty girl on my back.” he teases. we’re only running for another two or so minutes when we meet up with Quinn and Luke, who are now stopped talking to a pretty blonde. her lean physique is decked in a sports bra and Gymshark leggings, her hair pulled up in a ponytail, and her skin is dabbled with sweat, obviously out running, but she still wears a big smile.

“there you guys are!” Luke exclaims, but snickers at the sight of me on Jack’s back. “y/n, you finally get tired?”

“she lasted longer than i thought she would.” Jack beams, and i think he means that to be a compliment, but it only makes me frown.

he thought i wouldn’t even last as long as i did?

“hey, Jack!” the girl pipes up, and Jack sets me on the ground in order to give her a hug. i eye them, insecurity settling in.

“hey, Jess! good to see you again!” he smiles and turns to me. “y/n, this is Jess, we used to workout together during the summer.”

“nice to meet you.” i give a polite smile and she nods.

“you too!”

i stand off to the side as Jess and the boys all speak, and i’m unable to stop the jealousy forming inside me as i watch she and Jack joke and reminisce about past summers. she grips his arm as she giggles at something he said, and his face turns red from laughter, or possibly from her touch, and i take that as my cue to leave before i do something i’ll regret.

“Jack, i’m gonna head back to the lake house.” i tell him, my words void of any emotion. i don’t wait for him to respond, instead turning and walking away.

i actually think i may have made it back to the house faster by walking than i would’ve by running, which only upsets me more. i flop down into an adirondack chair on the porch and heave out a sigh.

how am i supposed to compete with athletic girls that could actually keep up in a workout with Jack?

how do i know he won’t get tired of me and my unathleticism and decide to upgrade to a prettier, more sporty girl? a girl like Jess. or better yet, leave me for her.

“y/n, honey, you alright? where are the boys?” Ellen calls out from the kitchen window directly above the chair i’m sat in.

“yeah, i’m okay El!” i lie before joking- “the boys are still running, i had to come back before i collapsed.”

she chuckles and i rise to my feet, sending a forced smile to her through the window before i enter through the front door, and head up to Jack and i’s room to take a shower. my clothes stick to my body with sweat and i physically cringe when i peel them off, stepping into the cold shower and letting the ickiness wash away with the water.

when i open the bathroom door and step back into Jack and i’s bedroom, he’s there, knelt down untying his shoes.

“hey, baby.” he grins up at me from his spot by the dresser as i retrieve some new underwear and some yoga shorts and a tank top.

“hi.” i mutter, pulling my underwear on and dropping my towel. i slip the tank top over my head and step into the shorts, ignoring the glances Jack is sending my way.

“what’s wrong?” he asks, standing from the ground and stepping over to me, attempting to wrap his arms around my waist but i push him back with a hand to his chest.

“nothing. i’m fine.” i fib. “go take a shower, you’re all sweaty.”

“okay. wait for me in here.” he tells me, chuckling and grabbing some new clothes to bring with him before disappearing into the bathroom. i take the moment to lay down in bed on my phone, scrolling through social medias.

Jack takes no longer than fifteen minutes before he’s exiting the bathroom, wet hair dripping onto his bare shoulders. he uses his towel to rub at his hair and then slips on a shirt. his sight sets on me and he rounds his side of the bed, laying down and pulling me into him.

“hi, baby.” he smiles, but i stay quiet, turning in his arms so my back faces him. “okay, what’s wrong?”

“nothing.”

i’ve gotta stop with all this lying.

“something is wrong. you’re barely speaking to me and you literally just turned away from me.” he’s starting to get frustrated, i can hear it in his voice, but it only stirs me on more.

what does he have to be frustrated about? i’m the one who basically got ignored by my boyfriend for ten minutes while he spoke to a gorgeous girl.

“i’m fine.” i snap.

“you are not fine. stop lying to me.” he bites back, pulling his arms back from around me. “i can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

“and what if i don’t want your help?” i huff. “just go talk to Jess or something. leave me alone.”

my annoyance rises when Jack busts out laughing. i flip over in the bed, watching him as he laughs hard enough for tears to well in his eyes.

“OH, you're jealous!” he cackles. “oh baby, you have no reason to be jealous.”

“yes, i do.” i mutter. “she’s prettier. and you’ve known her longer. and she’s athletic, so she can keep up with you and workout with you. and she was touching all over you.”

“hey.” he stops laughing, his voice turning gentle as he raises a hand to my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek. “i think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. you’re gorgeous, and i wish you could see yourself through my eyes because then you might realize just how perfect you are.”

“Jack-” i’m cut off by him pressing a finger to my lips.

“shush, i’m still talking.” he tells me. “second, yeah, i’ve known Jess longer, but don’t you think i would be with her by now if i wanted her? i want you. you’re the only one i want to wake up next to. the only one i want to drag on runs with me. i don’t want her. third, i don’t care whether you’re athletic, y/n/n. you’re perfect the way that you are, and i wouldn’t change you for the world. i actually find it really cute that i got to carry you today. and lastly, yeah, she touched my arm a few times, but if you would’ve stuck around. you also would’ve met Jess’s wife.”

“her wife?” my eyes go wide. thinking back now, i guess i must’ve missed the ring on her finger.

“yeah.” he chuckles. “not only is she married, but she’s not even into guys. she’s just very touchy.”

“oh.”

“yeah, ‘oh’.” Jack wraps his arms around me again, pulling me to his chest. “that was kind of hot, though.”

“me being mad at you was hot?” i question, giggling.

“no. you being jealous was hot.” he smirks, one of his hands trails down from my back to my leg, pulling it up and over his waist and then trailing his hand back up to my ass, squeezing.

“Jack Rowden Hughes!” i gasp. “your family is right downstairs!”

“guess you’ll have to be quiet then.”

-

[onboardsorasora]

Does de aged Daniel meet any of the other drivers? He’d be enamored by Lewis’ tattoos and would love to play games with Lando

Yes he does!

De-Aged Daniel | De-Aged Daniel Pt2 | De-Aged Daniel Pt3 | De- Aged Daniel Pt 5

The problem with children and waiting was that patience was a very finite resource. And considering that Max had had to essentially request a new order, Little Daniel ran out of patience. And ring pop.

So here they were, walking through the streets of Monaco so that Max could avoid a sugar induced melt down and distract Little Daniel with the scenery. He was particularly interested in the sports cars, which checked out.

Max held Little Daniel’s legs while he sat comfortably on Max’s broad shoulders.

“Maxy! Look at the boat!” Little Daniel said excitedly, pointing to the large boats in the harbour. 

“They’re so big!” Max replied in awe, smiling when Little Daniel grabbed onto his head again, holding tight.

“Max?” They both turned at the sound of Max’s name. Max waved as Lewis walked up the path with Roscoe on a leash. “Hey man. Who’s this lil guy?” Lewis smiled, lifting his sunnies to rest atop is head. His eyes wided then creased in confusion at the familiar face.

“Hey Daniel, this is Lewis and Roscoe.” Max introduced, he smiled wryly at Lewis when Little Daniel ducked down to rest his head on top of Max’s, to hide in his hair.

“Hi.” Little Daniel whispered.

“Its nice to meet you!” Lewis waved. He was still confused but things were becoming clearer. To Max he asked, “he switched?”

“This morning.” Max confirmed. “Stress, I think.” 

“So he’s gone back to his least stressful time.” Lewis nodded, he completely understood.

“Yeah ‘94 or ‘95 I think–”

“Your tadoos look cool.” A soft voice popped up, Lewis looked up to see Little Daniel looking at the ink on his arm.

“Thank you lil man! Would you like to touch them?” Lewis lifted his arm and both drivers watched as Little Daniel softly traced the outline of his forearm piece.

“They’re pretty.” Little Daniel clutched Max’s head again and Roscoe took that opportunity to bark for attention. “Oh!” Little Daniel breathed and Max could feel his limbs lock tightly.

“Roscoe just wants to say hi.” Lewis smiled, bending down to scoop Roscoe into his arms. Little Daniel’s eyes widened and he tried to scramble off of Max’s shoulder to get away from the suddenly closer dog.

“Daniel, it's ok. Roscoe won’t hurt you. I promise, he’s not scary.” Max held Little Daniel’s slight form to his chest, rubbing his back soothingly while the little boy tried to merge their bodies together. He pressed his face into Max’s neck, clenching his eyes closed.

Lewis watched it all happen, owlishly. Little Daniel curled in on himself in Max’s hold, as far away from Lewis and Roscoe as he could and Max spoke soothingly and calmly.

“He’s afraid of dogs.” Max supplied helpfully and Lewis blinked back as if Max had slapped him. Daniel was afraid of dogs? Sure he’d never gotten super close to Roscoe but Lewis hadn’t realized it was a fear thing rather than an indifference thing. All those times Roscoe had run up to him and Daniel had stood still and smiled while Angela got him suddenly made sense.

“Oh.” Was all Lewis could say. “I’m sorry lil guy.” He placed Roscoe back on the ground, scratching his ear lovingly.

“It's ok I think. Right Daniel? I think he was just surprised.” Max tried to soothe.

“Lemme buy you guys’ lunch. Where are you headed?” 

“We were just going to pick up pizza, Daniel ordered all the things– right Daniel?” Max tried to tease, poking Little Daniel in his side. Little Daniel nodded, face still pressed into Max’s neck. Max smiled at Lewis who smiled back, still looking contrite.

They got to the parlour, Lewis was surprised to see that it was one that he frequented often, he looked to Max who nodded down to Little Daniel who was peaking at Lewis over his shoulder.

“He’s allergic to everything mate.” Max ruffled Daniel’s curls playfully. Lewis snorted and they sat at a table on the patio, Roscoe beneath them. Max left Daniel on an empty seat to go get their order and a waitress walked passed him with some markers and a colouring book. He was surprised to get back to the table to see Little Daniel colouring into the negative spaces of Lewis’ tattoos. His humming bird was red and blue and Little Daniel was busy shading purple in the geometry.

Max raised a questioning brow and Lewis grinned and shrugged. Lunch was spent offering bites to Little Daniel while he tried to focus on his masterpiece.

[gojocumdumpster]

Can I request a one shot for baki with a cute innocent girlfriend in public but when alone together or when no one is looking she's always teasing him and being a naughty girl causing baki needing to put her in her place to be a good girl👉👈

(YES ANOTHER REQEUST SEND THEM ALLL. Also sorry for not posting the pickle ect stories yall i’ve been eating and playing roblox and watching netflix all day😭 I have school tomorrow and i’m about to bury myself ALIVE.)

Warnings: missionary, doggystyle, slapping, hair pulling pet names like slut, crying

Next time watch who you’re dealing with.

Type of story: Nsfw🔥

AFAB reader

You and Baki have been dating for a year, you were this cute innocent girl who is always smiling but under that smile was a slutty girl who would to tease Baki at the wrong times..

You and Baki were invited to a friends house party..you had a plan in mind. “Hey baki you almost ready?” You say putting on your earrings in your tight leather dress. This was it: here you weren’t wearing any panties as you thought it would go with the plan. “Yeah you look good babe.” he said messing with his curly hair. You guys made it to the party and saw friends and had a great time. Baki had sat down watching you dance with your friends in front of him, your back was turned away from him as you went bent down legs spread apart to pick up something you dropped.

He wasn’t looking at first until he saw your wet glistening pussy from underneath that tight leather dress. He noticed you had no panties as he saw a bulging erection from his black jeans. You had got up from bending down as you were dancing with friends having fun. Baki had quickly grabbed you by your wrist and yanked you towards the long hallway were it got silent the further you 2 walked. He opened the door that was all the way in the back in a small corner, he yanked you inside the room and followed you in as he closed and locked the door. Inside was a room with a huge bed and a bathroom with a TV. “ What the fuck Baki?” You say as you stumble to the bed sitting down. “You know what you did bitch.” As he pulled your dress to your stomach, “do you not see this?” he says pointing at your wet pussy with a eyebrow raised. “Okay..? It’s nothing we were rushing to get there so of course I didn’t have time the fuck..?” You say lying and rolling your eyes. “Stop the fucking attitude this better not be one of those little games. I will fuck you right here and there to fix that slut attitude of yours and you know I will.”

“Okay whatever.” You say trying to get up and leave, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He said gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Bro baki come on I won’t do it again.” You say looking at him with pleading eyes. “Call me bro one more time I dare you Y/n.” He said gripping your hair harder. “Bro-“ Before you could finish your sentence he yanked you down to the ground. You were on your knees pushed up against the bed on the side looking at him. “Wanna keep having a fucking attitude? teasing me out there?” He said unzipping his pants showing his hard erection through his boxers.

You shook your head no, “Use.your.words.” he said to you slapping your face each time. “N-no..” You said eyes feeling up with tears. He took his painfully hard cock out and placed the tip against your lips rubbing his pre-cum all over your plump lips creating a gloss as a sign to open up. “Baki please i’m sorr-“ He had cut you off again as he shoved his thick cock down your throat hand still holding your hair as starts face fucking you. “F-fu-fuck your throat feels good.” he says moaning at the sounds of your sinful gags. You put your hand on his hips as a sign to stop. “Don’t fucking touch me. Take it.” he said shoving your hand away. He looked down seeing your red watery eyes with mascara running down looking at him as you stare at him. You didn’t want to take the risk of looking away, he pulled out of your mouth as a string of spit connects from your mouth to his dick. You gasp for air trying to suck in as much as possible, he pulled you up by your hair throwing you on the bed letting go.

He had token off your heels and dress, “no fucking panties what a fucking slut.” He says putting you in face down ass up. You mewl in the sheets with your head smushed in the pillows hands gripping the sheets. He slowly rubbed your pink wet bud in circles slowly but enough to get you moaning, he travels up to your throbbing hole as he rubs your clenching hole waiting to be filled. “Fucking slut..” he says shaking his head. He smacked your ass before lining himself up messing with your clit with his tip before sliding in. You felt a wave of both pleasure and pain as you arch your back even more as he starts thrusting at a fast pace giving you no time to adjust. “Thought you were doing something talking to me like that? Rolling your eyes? Calling me bro?” He said groaning as he grips your ass looking at his coated dick. All you could do was moan as you were looking towards release.

Baki turned you around laying you on your back doing the Anvil position (legs over shoulder) you were sniffling as tears were streaming down your red cheeks from being slapped. He slipped himself inside as he continued thrusting non-stop.”B-ba-baki please no more…” you said shaking your head no as you got close to your release clenching on him. “Fuck baby shit i’m getting close to.” he said thrusting faster and faster. You feel that same feeling you always felt as you clench your eyebrows spasming on his dick with your eyes closed as you started cumming. Baki had came right after you. You guys put your clothes back on and headed out to leave. Your friends were concerned why you looked like that and was walking weird baki had you by his side and said “She threw up.” he said with a big smile and headed out to the car. “Look at me.” he said in the car gripping your jaw. “Next time watch who your dealing with.”

[machinegunbun]

rereading benanigans and just...

You and Pete are friends with benefits. You'd decided that's all you'd be the first time you had sex, when he told you it would probably be best if it didn't go any further because he's mentally ill and he doesn't want to make his problems your problems. He knows he can be a unreliable sometimes, because sometimes to get better you have to be selfish, and being selfish didn't feel like a good trait for a boyfriend to have (kind of like TKOSI).

"That sounds lonely." you told him

The two of you had spent almost every day together since, just friends... and other stuff. You were both perfectly comfortable with the situation as you found yourself being non-committal at times, too. It seemed like the easiest way for no one to get hurt.

And one day you're hanging out, his friends are over, and its all laughs. Everyone is having a good time, but you're distracted. You've just got off a long day of work where all you could think about was Pete. Pete touching you, teasing you, talking in your ear, helping you relax.

But, of course, his friends were over. They always seemed to be. It wasn't necessarily that Pete wasn't paying any attention to you, because he definitely wasn't ignoring you, he just wasn't paying you the attention you wanted.

He sat on the couch, one leg bent up on the cushion next to him and the other flat on the ground as his torso faced down the length of the couch, laughing at a dick joke, his arm laid on the back of the couch, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the soft material. It was all completely inconspicuous, but after the day you had it was driving you all the more crazy.

You try not to stare at the sweatpants adorning his legs, or think about how good it would feel to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his sweatshirt while he fucked you nice and slow, your hips lifting to meet his.

Pete's eyes drift from his friend over to you as he laughed, his hand coming up to block part of his smile. His eyes meet yours and when he realizes you're staring his gaze drops to floor, a soft blush covering his features.

"You want something to drink?" He asks, reaching down to grab his own cup before standing, a slew of uninvited drink orders following. You weren't sure if it was a playful dig at you being 'thirsty' (did people still say that?) but, it didn't matter much anyway, because you knew you would follow him to the kitchen for much more than a drink.

"I would've gotten you something, too." He turns his head as he walks, hearing your soft footsteps close behind.

"I know, I just miss you." you respond, turning into the kitchen, which offered little cover, the island bar and cabinets that hung directly above the only thing separating you from the former.

You stand behind him as he prepares everyone's drinks, your arms wrapped around and your head peaking out under his arm to watch as he worked. The island barely rose to Pete's naval, and any of the boys would've been able to see your arms clearly if they chose to look back, so you tried your best to slyly run your hand down his torso until your pinky met his waistband. It took a bit of wiggling, but your hand slid in, preparing to wrap around what you'd been waiting for all day when Pete grabbed you by the wrist, pulling your hand away.

Your gaze rose to his, a small pout on your face as he shifted away, hands filled with an array of drinks.

You wandered around the kitchen, looking for a snack to ease your newfound oral fixation, when your eyes fell on Pete in the other room. He was sat in your former chair, with a perfect view of his friends on the couch, and also the kitchen. Turning, you opened the freezer door, bending down to check if you had more of those ice pops you loved so much. Really, Pete didn't care for them, but he knew you did and so they were on the shopping list every time. It was one of the many sweet things about Pete, and you couldn't think of a better way to thank him than teasing him in front of all of his friends.

Tossing the sticky plastic wrapping into the trash, you leaned forward on the island in front of you, trying to get back into the conversation. Your lips wrapped around the cold tip, an innocent look on your face, trying your hardest look like you were paying attention to the story being told from the couch. You could see from the corner of your eye when Pete's attention fell on you, glancing quickly from where his friend was sat and up to you, before going back again.

Knowing you had his attention, you let the icepop slide further into your mouth and slowly back out again, licking your lips and holding it infront of your face, your gaze never meeting his, instead taking a faux interest in the sweet treat. You pretended to notice it begin to drip, letting your tongue out to lick at the base and back up before sucking it into your mouth once again.

Pete was well aware of what you were doing, and was almost embarrassed at how well it was working. Casually as he could, he slid a pillow that was resting on his lower back into his lap, a small insurance.

I have to go cook dinner booooo responsibilities

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Dark Knowledge: Part Three

Miraak x Hermaeus Mora x Female Dragonborn Reader

Chapter Specific Warnings: body horror, tentacle sex, dubcon, power imbalance

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Part Three of Dark Knowledge

Hermaeus Mora gains a secret. You make your escape.

Part Two // Part Four

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // dark knowledge masterlist

“Now, Dovahkiin. I would like that secret.”

Knowledge for knowledge.

That is what you promised Hermaeus Mora. A deal was made, and you must follow through.

“What sort of secret?” you whisper, leaning back as if you could escape the Daedric Prince. The four tentacles that hold you up in the air vibrate as you shift your weight away from Hermaeus Mora.

“Are you allowing me the choice?” He sounds amused, and you distinctly dislike it.

“No,” you reply, knowing that giving him the decision to select which memory to take is an unthinkable option. “I will make the choice.”

Hermaeus Mora hums softly, his tentacles tightening around your limbs. You’re perhaps a few feet off the ground at most. With these tentacles around your limbs, Mora holds you close to eye-level. In this humanoid form, Mora is tall, almost seven feet.

It is such a strange thing to see a god attempt to be human in any capacity. What was twisting around in Mora’s mind that made him take this form? Why did he believe this would ease your discomfort?

“Then it is your choice,” he replies. “And I will savor whatever you wish to reveal to me.” Mora’s voice is a subtle purr. It is a tone you might hear from a lover’s lips. Is the Daedric Prince taunting you on purpose?

As if human, Mora breathes deep, the inhalation loud. But there is no exhalation, and there is no warm breath against your skin. His form expands. Ripples slightly as if in pleasure. Revulsion blooms in your chest and creeps out into your limbs.

From over his shoulders come four slim tentacles. They slide over Hermaeus Mora and reach out for you. There is no possibility of your escape, and you watch as they move closer, the tips wiggling and stretching. Then they are on you, sliding everywhere.

“Those that follow me and bend to my will do not find my intrusions painful. But since you have yet to know my true influence, I will make sure there is none.”

“How will you do that?” You don’t recognize your own voice. It is soft. Nearly inaudible.

Hermaeus Mora does not tell you with a word but with a touch.

His hand lifts, hovering just above the fabric that separates him from your left breast. The singular eye in the center of his head is focused on that spot. The Prince of Fate hesitates for a moment before closing the distance.

There is nothing human about this touch.

Hermaeus Mora squints, as if thinking, and then his movement changes to that of what would happen if this were a mortal movement. He cups your breast softly, lightly squeezing before his thumb brushes over the nipple through the fabric.

An unknown urge, an eldritch pleasure, stirs in your core. The feeling is strange, and so at odds with what your mind is thinking. Your brain is a fire of revulsion and interest. It is intrigued and yet mortified that you are at his mercy.

One of the four tentacles slithers over and around his arm, accompanying the movement of his hand. Together, they form an unearthly dance of hand and tentacle seeking to draw pleasure from you. At first, the sensation is so odd that you don’t respond at all. But slowly, almost as if not realizing the change, your core begins to warm, and you sense a wetness between your legs.

A second tentacle appears, and it moves toward your other breast. It joins in the dance, and soon you begin to surrender, pieces of you fracturing like fragments of shattered stone. The second tentacle curls around the nipple, lightly tugging as the very tip swishes back and forth. The thin fabric draped over your body does nothing to dampen the sensation.

The two remaining tentacles delve downward, first wrapping around your calves, then venturing upward over your thighs and to the space between them. Hermaeus Mora’s hand draws away from your breast even as his tentacles remain.

“I have witnessed and recorded the mortal forms of mating,” says Mora slowly. “I have yet to put any of that knowledge to use until now.”

The two tentacles slide further up your thighs, and then branch outward, coming together between you and Hermaeus Mora’s bodies. Together, they sink down down down until the joined limbs press against your entrance.

“Look at me, Dovahkiin.”

Hermaeus Mora’s command is a blow. It is sharp as steel. There is no room for refusal. You are in his realm, and his voice holds authority here.

You glance away from the tentacles to his singular eye. While there is no mouth or nose or cheekbones to show his emotions, you still sense that he’s smiling somehow. That Hermaeus Mora is grinning with pleasure at his control over you.

Something wet brushes against your clit. It is not his horrid hand and you do not need to look to know that it is but another tentacle. Yet another appendage exploring your body. This one suctions against your clit, using its naturally, wet flesh to rotate back and forth, creating a vortex of motion that quickly pulls you to the brink of an orgasm.

The stuttering breath from your lungs earn you a deep, rumbling chuckle from Mora. It simmers, and then filters out, his shoulders heaving slightly as if the Daedric Lord is prideful of his actions.

“How does this feel?” he asks. There is a detachedness to his tone, as if he’s observing you like an experiment. But that is what you are after all. You are not the Dragonborn in Hermaeus Mora’s realm but a tool for him to hoard. There is no such thing as freewill or choices with him.

Everything is a game.

Everything is a trap.

“Your touch repulses me,” you reply, making sure your tone is biting.

“Oh. No.” Hermaeus Mora chuckles. “You cannot lie to me in my own realm, Dovahkiin. I see all. I know all.”

“Then you already know how I feel. Why ask?”

“Your venom is not nearly as deadly as you believe it to be,” comes his reply. You feel scolded, and that only makes you angry.

Your hands curl into fists. “Let me give you my secret and be done with this.”

Hermaeus Mora retreats slightly. The inky, watery flesh of his humanoid form ripples like the waters beyond this tower. But it is momentary. Quick. Like a pebble plopped into a still pool. It all returns to normal.

“You entered my realm. You came to me. You sought knowledge. Fate brought you here, and fate is what brings us together now.”

There is another light twist of the tentacle around your clit. This one pulls forth a moan from between your lips. It is unbidden, and completely surprising. It happens again, and that is when the two joined tentacles begin to push in.

The intrusion is not painful. It is actually pleasant and your body surrenders to it, feeding into the gentle, pulsing sway of them inside you. The tentacle at your clit works in tandem, the three appendages working you right back over the edge.

As you squirm, and writhe, the tentacles holding onto your limbs shift. They lift you a bit higher, and then you’re tipping slightly, legs brought upward, only to bend at the knees and be pushed toward your chest.

You’re being presenting and it is both demeaning and luscious.

Hermaeus Mora brings you closer, and then his arms are around your body, his head dipping in an act that seems far too intimate.

“I’ll have that secret now.”

Mora is right. There is no pain. The tentacles moving between your legs keeps all your focus there, even as he draws you closer to his body. You’re nearly pressed up against him. One of his arms slides up your back to wrap around your throat.

Sprouting from his head, little tentacles come rushing forward. They break over your face and meander toward your nose, mouth, and ears. You try to scream but only manage to choke around them as they enter your mouth.

“Relax,” coos Hermaeus Mora. “Let me in. Bask in my presence.”

The tentacles playing with your clit brushes over you in a way that has your body seizing. This flattens the barrier, and Mora’s connection to your mind is instantaneous.

It is a dull explosion. Bright. Loud. Yet also incredibly calm. He moves through your memory, and you can feel it, as if the tentacles are sliding over, around, and in your brain. It is awful, and yet it feels like nothing at all.

Your lips begin to form words, words that tell him that it is your choice. That the memory you pick is one that you select. He is not to grab and pull whatever he likes.

But Hermaeus Mora does not listen to mortal wishes. He shifts through everything, and then you sense the halt—the collective pause.

“What is this?” His tone is cautious but curious. At first, you’re unsure of what Mora is seeing, but as he accesses the memory, it all becomes clear.

“So…that is what the Greybeards hoard atop their mountain. How…selfish of them.”

Shredded wings, missing teeth, and aged dragon scales flare in your mind. You glimpse the eyes of immortality and power. Hermaeus Mora sees it all too, and he clings to this memory, not allowing it to slip away.

Around the image of Paarthrnax there is dullness, one that intensifies into bright white until you’re completely thrust from your own head and back into Apocrypha.

“Your memory is…delicious.” The word curls in the air as if Mora is savoring it like a fine meal.

All the tentacles have retreated from you other than the four that originally held you. “You said a secret. That is not a secret.”

“But it is, Dovahkiin. It is a secret you keep. And now it is a secret I know.”

“But I told you I would give you one.”

“And so you did,” he says simply.

Your lips curl back, showing your teeth. Hermaeus Mora seems unbothered by the whole affair, continuing like he doesn’t care about your display of anger.

“I see why Miraak’s devotees were after you. They sought to kill you, which is such a shame since Miraak only wants you brought to him.”

Your feral snarl ebbs slightly. “He—what?”

Slowly, the tentacles bring you back to the floor. They retreat suddenly, disappearing into Mora’s form.

Hermaeus Mora’s dark laugh swirls around you like his tentacles. “As a guest in my realm, you are under my protection.” The humanoid shape he molded himself into starts to melt. He begins to lean to the right, the shine of his body rippling like boiling water. The liquification of body and tentacle is horrid. Putrid. Even the eye molts.

You stumble backward, falling on your ass as Hermaeus Mora becomes liquid.

As if there are cracks in the floor, he starts to seep into the stone, disappearing into the rock before there is nothing left of him.

You don’t move. Every inch of you is cold and alert, completely startled by his sudden dissolving.

“Dovahkiin,” comes Mora’s voice and it is everywhere. “No harm will befall you. I will see to it that Miraak does not find you while you haunt my halls.”

Two Seekers drift into the small place, their hands outstretched instructing for you to follow them. You don’t want to go. This place is starting to worm its way inside you. Already, you feel Mora’s alluring pull.

Perhaps it’s because he dug around in your head. Or, worse, the Prince of Fate made you into a whimpering mess that gave in. The very thought is embarrassing, and shame rises in your stomach. You are no one’s property. You belong only to yourself.

And the words are a lie.

You peel yourself off the ground, and the Seekers float into position, one in front and one behind. When you enter the main room where Mora’s most loyal followers work, they do not even look up at you.

Did they hear you in there moaning for their god? Shame creeps in again, and you purposefully stare at the back of the Seeker in front of you. You’re returned to your cage, and you do not want to crawl inside. Now that you’re on the outside looking in, you are not a guest in Hermaeus Mora’s halls but a pet. A plaything. Something he can chew up and spit out once he’s drained you of your memories.

What will happen to you then?

Instead of resisting, you crawl back in, curling up in a tight ball. You keep your back to the cage door, gaze focused on the wall in front of you. The cage is built into it, the metal bars imbedded in the wall.

A plan begins to take shape in your mind. Slowly, you reach out, your fingers brushing at the wall. It is not as hard you first believed it to be. It’s not stone or rock but something slightly fleshy.

With the right Shout, could you rip a hole in the wall? If you manage that, where would it lead you to? Empty air? Another room? Would Hermaeus Mora know your intent before you did it and come to stop you?

Is he even capable of that?

You’re not entirely sure, and you certainly do not wish to dwell in this cage until he calls on you again. You refuse to be his puppet. The answers you sought when you entered Apocrypha are unimportant now. Miraak’s temple is heavily guarded, but you’ll take the risk infiltrating it rather than trying to seek out knowledge in Mora’s halls.

Breaking through will create noise, and you don’t even know if your Thu’um has returned to you. Hermaeus Mora did not take it away, but he did manage to silence it for a time. When does that expire? Can he reset the clock once it’s up?

Running your tongue over your teeth, you consider your options, and settle on a quiet Shout.

“Feim,” you speak into the air.

You’re pushed into the ethereal form, and though it is temporary and lasts for only a handful of seconds, your Thu’um is back.

Shifting until you’re facing the wall, you sit up enough that you’re not crammed into the small space. You scoot across the stone until your back presses against the bars. Steadying your breathing, you inhale, and then release an unrelenting force of power.

“Fus Ro Dah!”

The force of your Voice batters against the soft wall. Some of it gives, but most of it bounces back and smashes into you. The back of your head bangs against the bars and you slide to the floor, clutching your head, groaning. Through parted fingers, you glance at the wall.

It’s still standing.

You laugh and it sounds like drowning.

This is mad. This is insane. Crazy.

Is Hermaeus Mora’s control finally taking hold? Did his tentacles that moved inside you slip a bit of his influence into your body. He grew no appendage like a mortal man, nor did he finish like they do.

But Mora is a god. He is not bound to the laws that the races of Tamriel are held to.

Your spread out on your hands and knees, shifting your body across the floor like a Mudcrab until you reach the wall of your enclosure. Running your fingers along it, you test the portion of the wall where your Thu’um made contact. It gives a bit, and you flex your palm, pressing.

Some of that fleshy wall gives, until a small portion of it falls away. It isn’t large, and not big enough to put your hand through. Using your nails, you start to scratch and pull at the material, more of it falling away. The texture is almost gelatinous, and as the hole grows bigger, you’re able to stare into it.

Through the hole you glimpse towering spires and connecting bridges. You shift position, glimpsing the murky water below. A lone tentacle breaches the surface, slithering up from the depths, squirming around in the air as if seeking something. Maybe is senses you, and this is Mora’s way of silently instructing you to cease.

Yet, there is hope.

There is no deep drop or immediate fall. You glimpse bars. Black metal like your cage? At least, that is what it appears to be. You can’t reach it to find out, but it does look to be the same. You claw at the wall again, this time with renewed energy.

More of the fleshy material falls into the cell or outward. The hole grows larger as you pull more of it away. The smile that spreads across your face is a feral one. From behind you, beyond the archway that leads into the room holding your cage, comes the distinct screech of the Seekers. They heard your Thu’um, and you are running out of time.

With renewed vigor, you rip and tear, not caring is you split nail or skin. All of that can heal. Your freedom is the most important thing.

The screeching becomes louder, striking down to your heart, sending your limbs into an agitated, frantic spin as you try to make your escape route wider.

A hurling, rippling force of air slams into your back. It shoves you forward against the wall. When you make contact, it bends outward. Another rippling force of air follows the next. The wall gives a bit more.

You turn your head toward the room. Two Seekers float just beyond the bars, their face mandibles flaring with agitation. Their hands extended outward, and you put all your pressure against the crumbling wall.

Together, they release another wave, and you grin in victory.

The wall gives. You fall backward.

And roll out into the curved embrace of those black metal bars.

There is a peace for a few seconds. And that metal shifts, revealing not bars but tentacles. Sudden horror of the implication flows into you like a thunderstorm. The tentacles wiggle. Bend outward. Unfurl.

There is only air. A hover before the descent.

Then you’re falling.

Fast—so fast it seems impossible—toward the inky water below.

Part Two // Part Four

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