Temptation | Eddie Munson X Reader

Part two of the Lavender Marriage au! Considered adding smut to this but I chickened out lmao if the ending is abrupt it’s because of that 🙂‍↕️

The four men are fuming.

Since witnessing the lip-lock battle, they’ve been stewing in barely-contained anger. Every time they see you- on your porch in one of those sweet sundresses, humming to yourself as you water the flower boxes or hand them freshly-baked cookies- they’re consumed by a burning desire to tell you the “truth” about your cheating husband. But the ring on your finger, and your seemingly cheerful demeanor, stop them every time.

Still, they’re restless. It’s wrong to let you live in ignorance like this. But also, it’s not their business even if they want it- even if they want you. The thought of ruining your cozy life, despite your husband’s unfaithfulness, isn’t an easy one to swallow.

It becomes easier to think of admitting it all to you with each passing day, though.

“He’s walking around like he’s done nothing wrong! The bastard. How does she not see it?” Kyle grumbles, gesturing wildly with his tea mug. He grits his teeth, watching your husband saunter inside the house without offering to help you. He just puts down a plate of steak Kyle knows is too fucking cooked. Heathen. Bastard. Ughhh.

“She’s either blind or loyal to a fault,” Johnny agrees, sprawled out on the couch, looking far more despondent than usual. “Breaks ma bloody heart, lads. She’s makin’ us lemonade an’ cookies, an’ he’s aff canoodlin’ wiith some bloke under her roof.”

Simon grunts, his eyes narrowing as he joins Kyle’s side. “What kind of man cheats on her? She’s…” He trails off, unwilling to finish the sentence, but everyone knows what he means: She’s perfect.

Meanwhile, John leans back in his chair, puffing thoughtfully on a cigar. He’s been unusually quiet, though it’s clear he’s just as agitated, fist clenching on his lap. Finally, he speaks, his tone commanding.

“We wait until he leaves,” he says, much to the others’ dismay. “We don’t meddle now. If she finds out on her own, we’ll be there for her. Until then, we keep our mouths shut.”

The others grumble, but they nod in agreement. For now.

You, meanwhile, are oblivious to the internal warfare raging next door. Your days are filled with your usual routine of pretending to be the dutiful wife, gossiping with the neighborhood ladies, sweetly cooing about your hardworking husband, and pretending you don’t know they will gosspi about you after you leave. On the way, you also deliver a basket of homemade muffins to your handsome neighbors.

Such good men; they didn’t even yet know they were your little kitchen rats to taste-test everything you make for the annual baking contest. This year, that bitch Beatrice will not win and you swore it.

“Oh, these look incredible,” Johnny says when you hand over the basket. He flashes you a cheeky grin, and you can’t help but smile back, cheeks warm. “Y’know, if yer husband does not appreciate all this, I might just have ta steal ye away, lass.”

You laugh, waving off the comment as a joke, but the other three men go rigid. “Not the time, mate.” Kyle mutters, elbowing Johnny, though you really don’t notice. Their house is coming along so nicely and so fast; the perks of having handy men as its owners, you suppose.

Later that day, while you’re trimming the hedges of your precious little garden , you spot Simon working on their roof. You catch him staring at you- not that you blame him, you are wearing your one of cutest skirt and top- and you give him a small wave. He almost falls off the roof even if he does wave back, so you decide to just focus on the damned hedges and hopefully avoid any more incidents.

They’re so distracted by your lovely self that they almost forget their rage toward your husband. Almost. Because just as Price and Johnny are helping you carry bags of groceries back to your house, your husband- traitorous bastard- walks out of the house all patient and whistling.

“Be back soon, honey! You know how long my business trips take.” your husband calls over his shoulder, giving you a quick wink before he hops into a car and drives off.

Unbelievable.

The tension is palpable. John glares. Johnny looks like he’s seconds from sprinting after the car. Simon mutters, “Unbelievable,” under his breath from where he and Kyle are watching from the window.

“Oh dear,” you sigh, though on the inside you are very happy. You know your husband’s boyfriend has a nice surprise picked for him- you helped get it, after all- and now you have the house all to yourself again. Perfect.

You turn to John, batting your lashes up at him and it is as if all his anger melts away. “Be my guests this evening, John? I’d be terribly lonely, all by myself in this big house.”

John really, truly, fucking hates your husband for doing this to a precious, lovely thing like you. But at least it means they’ll be the ones in your company.

“Alright, doll,” he nods, fond as he watches the grin stretch across your face. “Let me just go tell the muppets, then we’ll come by and help.”

“There’s no need-“

“I insist, sweetheart.”

That evening, as promised, the four of them come by to “keep you company” and help. You’re in your element, flitting around the kitchen in an apron as you serve drinks and chatter away, oblivious to the tension radiating from the group. You are practically glowing; your pretty flowers were complimented and the food looks so good you can’t wait to post it on your instagram.

Simon leans against the counter, arms crossed, staring daggers into the walls- into the portraits of you and your husband. Kyle is poking at one of the cookies you made like it’s done something to offend him, his mind adrift. Johnny’s chopping away at vegetables, muttering under his breath and wishing it was something else under his knife. And John? He’s nursing his whiskey like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. It might as well be. You talk so nicely about your husband and what he’s customized for you in the kitchen, still so unaware of the truth.

John contemplates just telling you right then and there, but then it happens.

The front door swings open, and in strolls your husband, laughing loudly with none other than his boyfriend- the one the group saw kissing. They’re holding hands, both grinning like idiots.

“Sorry we’re back so soon!” your husband calls out, completely unbothered by the fact that your house is now hosting four very large, very angry military men. “I forgot my wallet-”

The rest of his sentence dies in his throat when he notices the four men staring at him, expressions ranging from pure disbelief to murderous rage. His boyfriend freezes too, glancing nervously between you and the men like he’s walked into a firing squad.

“What the bloody hell is this?” Johnny practically shouts, pointing between the two men with the knife. “You’ve got the audacity to bring him here? Here?”

Kyle crushes the cookie when he slams his fist on the table, standing abruptly. “Under her roof? After all she’s done for you? Again?”

Simon doesn’t say a word because he truly doesn’t need to- he’s just staring, fists clenched, practically vibrating with barely-contained fury.

John finally speaks, his voice low and dangerous, pulling your surprised self against his side protectively. “You’ve got some confessing to do.”

Your husband just… blinks, then glances at you. “Wait, you didn’t tell them?”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I didn’t think it would come up like this.”

“Tell us what?” John demands, his tone sharp. He is still glaring at your husband and the boyfriend

You wave your hand dismissively, like this is the most normal thing in the world with a soft sigh. “Oh, we’re not really married for love, John. It’s just for the benefits- y’know, keeping his parents off his back and mine off mine.”

The room falls silent. Dead silent.

“What?” Simon finally growls, his voice low and dangerous. All this time…

Your husband grins sheepishly, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “Yeah, I’m gay. This is my boyfriend. He’s great, isn’t he?” He says, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek.

Johnny looks like he’s just been hit with the frying pan the vegetables he’d been chopping was meant to go in. “Yer what?”

Kyle stares at you, wide-eyed. “You knew? This whole time?”

You shrug, popping a cookie into your mouth. Ohh, Beatrice should count her fucking days. “Of course I knew. We planned the whole thing together. It’s not that complicated, really.”

Simon mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like a curse.

“Anyways, we do have places to be,” your husband sighs. “I’ll just get my wallet and leave you all be to your date.” When he returns with his wallet a few minutes later, he kisses your forehead. “Bye, love. I snuck some of the cookies too- Beatrice is absolutely not winning this year, trust me.” And then he leaves at last.

John exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Let me get this straight,” he says slowly. “You’re married but it’s just… out of necessity, and you’ve just been… pretending to love him?”

“Exactly!” you say brightly, clapping your hands together. “See? Not so hard to understand.”

The four men just stand there, utterly gobsmacked.

“You mean to tell me,” Johnny starts, pointing an accusatory finger at you after placing the knife down. “that we’ve been stewin’ for weeks over a cheatin’ husband that doesn’t even exist?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” you reply with a giggle, pouring a drink. Your eyes widen then. “But you cannot tell anyone here, in this shitty town, about this!”

“We won’t, love, promise.” Kyle groans, slumping back into his chair. “I need a bloody drink.” And then he perks up when you slide him the drink you just made. “…fucking lifesaver you are, love. Thank you.”

Simon just shakes his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.” under his breath.

John sighs, downing the rest of his whiskey in one go. “You’re going to be the death of us, doll.”

You grin, completely unfazed. “Oh, come on, boys. It’s not that bad.”

The four of them exchange a look- one of disbelief, exasperation, and maybe just a hint of relief. Because as much as they’re reeling from the truth, one thing’s clear: you’re technically single. And that, at least, is something they can work with.

♥️

pov: your camera roll if kuroo tetsurou were your bf :”> (+ an extra manga ver of the first pic!)

i tried out a new colouring/rendering style and i really really like it!! will def be colouring like this more often :D

How about some slow sweet, early mornin' loving for our Eddie boy? Or on the other side, dirty rough bathroom stall at a concert smut?

The bathroom stall at a concert got me 🥵 Let’s be real, Eddie would totally be into that

Warning: pure smut, public sex

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Eddie didn't peg you for the type of girls who had sex in public places, but the idea of getting railed at a concert had been haunting your head for weeks. The thrill of sneaking to a cramped bathroom stall and getting railed while one of your favorite bands played made you ten times horny-er.

''I gotta pee.'' 

Eddie nodded, then guided you out of the crowd. He was bummed to have to leave his really great spot in the pit, but you needed to pee and he wasn't going to let his girl go alone to the bathroom. Not at a concert out of town where horrible things he didn't want to think about could happen to you. Not when you were wearing a short dress and looking like a metalhead's wet dream.

You followed the bathroom signs and Eddie stood by the door to wait there for you to pee, but you pulled him in with you. 

He followed with a frown on his face. ''What are you-'' 

You cut him off with a kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips and pulling his body flush with yours. ''I don't need to pee. I need you to fuck me.'' Your hands slipped down to his ass and you gave it a squeeze, making Eddie groan. 

He could've come right there and then from how turned on your words got him.

His lips curled into an excited smug grin and he pushed you into a stall and locked it. 

Seconds later, Eddie's pants were pulled down right below his ass and your dress was hoisted up, panties pulled to the side and legs hooked around Eddie's waist as he thrusted into you. One of his hands holding onto the stall for grip and the other under your thigh to hold you up, his rhythm erratic and desperate. You were holding onto Eddie's shoulders as loud moans, pants and groans left both your lips, their sound muffled by the loud instruments of the band playing in the amphitheater. 

It wasn't the most practical position, but the bathroom stall was very small and narrow and did not allow a lot of maneuvers.

You traveled your hands in his hair, your head tossed back as he slammed himself into you, deep moans alternated with raging, animalistic screams coming from Eddie's lips. The poor bathroom stall wall was shaking at every thrusts, leaving no room for wrong assumptions of your activities to any passerby bathroom users.

You tugged wildly at his hair as your body spasmed, tight, wet walls clamping down on his dick. Recognizing your body language, Eddie knew you were close. With one last cry of your lover's name and an imprint of your fingernails in Eddie's shoulder, you came, legs shaking as your orgasm ran through your body. 

With another thrust, Eddie felt himself spill into your body, his hand gripping tightly the stall to keep his footing. 

You caught your breaths, then Eddie helped you get down, smiling like a madmen because you just had sex in a bathroom stall at a Metallica concert. He tucked himself back in his pants and pulled them up while you fixed yourself.

‘’I love you and the crazy shit we do.’’

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Onigiri Miya

WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

hi guys! forgot to mention i kind of wrote a part 2 to this so: “love, y/n:)”

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

The Penthouse

18+

A group of obscenely rich, horrifically powerful, and sex-addicted individuals share more than one dark secret - but their favorite secret is you. The pretty little thing they've got living in the lavish penthouse they bought together, where they can escape to when they need a break from their families.

Series Warning: Multiple Characters x Reader, adultery, hard drug use, smut, depiction of rough sex, dark kinks (specified in each part).

1: Ragdoll ARI LEVINSON

2: Seductress STEVE ROGERS

3: Special STEVE KEMP

“I think I’m in love.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you’re new at hawkins high, and the hellfire club practically kneel at your feet.

warnings: language, fluff to the max. just short and sweet:)

a/n: i’m turning this into a series! part two is here

This feeling, this one right here, was the worst. There you stood, front of the cafeteria, tray in your hands as you observed the crowd. You could see each cliché friend group at each table. Towards the left, were the jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends. There were students who held instruments and taped up glasses. There were a few tables that barely had anyone sitting there, a couple quiet kids. On the right, were the students who actually gave a damn about grades, their books cracked open as they studied mid-chew.

Having Military parents was difficult for you, especially with the constant moving. If anything, it was the worst thing about it. Any friends you made were short lived, so as the years went on and you got older, you purposely tried to avoid making friends. Your eyes then settled on a table that made you curios. You’d never heard of that cliché group before. Hellfire club?

It was a group of boys, chattering away with smiling faces and waving their hands in dramatics. Oh well, you thought, and made your way toward their table.

“So, instead of finding a sub for him, you want to postpone?”

“Just for the week! Just until the championships are over!”

“Oh no, I see how it is. Sinclair has obviously been taken in by the dark side,”

“Can I sit here?”

Eddie, and the rest of his hellfire crew’s eyes immediately snapped to the sound of your voice, widening at you, a girl, who stood at the end of the table. “Uh, sorry?” Mike gulped.

You grew red at the obvious disturbance that you had caused, swallowing roughly. “Sorry, it’s just- well, I’m new here and I wondered if I could- but it’s okay! I’ll just-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Eddie snapped his fingers, turning the spotlight on him. “Here.” He patted the seat next to him, shoving Dustin over one. “Forgive us our manners, my lady, it’s not everyday a creature as…lovely as you graces us with your presence.” You chuckled awkwardly, sitting down next to him as you glanced at everyone.

“Thank you.” You nodded to everyone. “I’m y/n.”

“Eddie.” He held out his hand for you to shake, leaning on his other elbow with a curious gleam in his eye. He was trying to sniff you out, because no woman ever just sat with them. Surely, you had to be just like every preppy girl at that forsaken high school. Why would you choose them out of everyone?

You shook his hand, smiling softly as his brown eyes smiled back. “And I’m Dustin!” Your eyes widened as the curly, short haired boy shoved Eddie’s hand out of yours, grasping your own tightly.

“Hi, Dustin.” You kept in your chuckle.

“And I’m Mike!”

Eddie rolled his eyes as everyone about the table took their sweet time with shaking your hand, marveling at the fact they were touching a girls hand. “You guys are very welcoming.” You tucked a hair behind your ear. “But please, don’t let me interrupt, just ignore me.” You smiled, picking up your jelly sandwich.

You were mid-chew, staring down at your hands as the loud chatter of the cafeteria flooded your ear. You glanced up and froze, everyone’s eyes on you. You gulped.

Gareth and Jeff’s mouth’s hung open, faces pressed into their hands as they stared at you. Dustin thought you were cutest thing he’d ever laid eyes on, even more so than Madonna. And Eddie, dear god, was practically drooling at the mouth. He looked like a damn cartoon character with hearts for eyes, watching you as you grew red. There was something so- innocent about you, youthful. You had no idea how hated they were at that school.

“Uh,” You placed down the sandwich. “You want some?” Your words muffled from your mouthful, and Eddie chuckled, everyone else doing the same.

“We’re just waiting for the punchline, sweetheart.” Eddie kicked back in his chair, stretching his arms out. “You see, your with the freaks of Hawkins High. The devil worshipers.”

“See!” Dustin pushed out his chest, pointing to his hellfire shirt.

“Yeah, I saw that.” You nodded.

“And it didn’t scare you?” Eddie raised a brow, poking at the devil on his chest. “This guy?”

You were confused, glancing at everyone around the table. “No? I mean, it’s mostly why I came over here. I haven’t ever heard of that club before.”

“That’s not surprising,” He popped his chair back down, smiling at your confusion. “Ever heard of dnd? Dungeons and Dragons?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You answered.

He nodded. “I figured not. Sweet little girl like you wouldn’t mix herself with the likes of such.”

It almost disappointed him, because he’d already placed you up among the crowd, with the preppy’s and cheerleaders.

“Well, are you going to tell me what it is?” You said softly, watching as his eyes grew hopeful.

“It’s a fantasy role playing game!” Dustin intervened, moving around the table to sit beside you, ignoring the way Eddie grew annoyed. “There’s wizards and warlocks, druids and rogues. And there’s a dice you roll that determines what happens to your character!”

You sat and listened as he listed the game, trying to collect every piece of information he gave you. Eddie wanted to send him to the moon. “Are there elves?” You tried to contribute.

Now that, got Eddie’s attention, at the mere fact you were at least somewhat interested.

“Yeah, there’s elves.” He beat dustin to the punchline, scooting upward as he leaned closer to you. “Really, you can be anything you want to be.”

“What about princess’s?” You chuckled, causing everyone else to do so. Eddie snickered, looking down as he nodded. “Sure thing.”

“Well, it sounds fun.” You shrugged your shoulder. “I don’t get why you’re made fun of for liking a cool game. I’d play if I knew how.” You said the last part mostly to yourself, but the metalhead’s interest was peaked.

He glanced at his sheep, having silent communication about the decision. Girls did not play dungeons and dragons. Girls did not hang out with hellfire club. Girls did not make Eddie Munsons heart soar, only his sweet guitar did.

“You could play with us, if you wanted.” Eddie said, resting his chin against his fist, speaking cautiously. “We’re actually one man short tonight. We play right here at the school.”

His eyes bore into yours, and it gave you a moment to actually take in his appearance. His eyes were beautiful, big and full of excitement. His hair was wild and free, his body adorned in shiny jewelry. He looked the part of an outcast, but the invitation was not something you wanted to pass up.

“I’d need you to teach me.” You smiled awkwardly.

“And I’m,” He leaned in closer, smirking at you mischievously. “A very good teacher.”

The bell rang across the cafeteria, but his eyes remained non yours. You breathed out in excitement, looking at everyone’s shocked faces. “Well, I guess I’ll see you gentlemen tonight then.” You stood, Eddie smirking as he followed form.

“See you then, princess.” He shouted, and you giggled as you waved them goodbye.

He crossed his arms, kicking back into his chair as he watched you walk out of the room. He finally looked to his friends. “What?” He noticed their stares.

“That’s not fair, Eddie!” Dustin complained. “I wanted to invite her! I called dibs!”

“No, you didn’t.” Eddie snorted, standing up. “Besides, this one’s special, boys.” He found you again, staring at your back.

“Why?” Mike groaned.

He swallowed at your bouncing curls, and he knew you were going to disrupt his simple little life. “I think I’m in love.”

A Lack of Choice

Pairing: merman!Andy Barber x Reader (A Spin on The Little Mermaid #2)

Summary: Taken on the night before your wedding, you wake up imprisoned in the depths of the sea with a merman that had darkness behind his beautiful eyes as your warden.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY NON CON SMUT CONTENT. soft dark coz he's still sweet on you but with dark themes (abduction, manipulation, conditioning/brainwashing, imprisonment, drugging, forced soulmate bond), non con somnophilia (unconscious unprotected fucking in human form), non con monster fucking (unprotected fucking in merman form), breeding kink, praise kink, choking

Word Count: 8.4k (One Shot)

A/N: This is One Shot #2 for my Mermaid AU in my Story Book Collection. I'm also offering this as tribute to @slothspaghettiwrites 's Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge with the song prompt Closer by Nine Inch Nails. Actual lines are in bold.

You don't need to read the first one, but it is recommended so that you can have a more wholistic experience with the lore and how they all connect together. I'm so happy to be back!

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Andy snickered as Bucky all but flew out of his court after fulfilling his duty, a flurry of bubbles left from his hasty exit. Common. Predictable. Expected. Ever since he was forced to abdicate the throne to his sister, the entire kingdom had given him a wide berth especially after several instances where his grief and fury ended in injuries for himself and the subjects who were trying to pacify him.

With his fall from grace he was asked to retire to one of the castles that were further from the main city with only a handful of staff. It was an act of generosity from his sister, refusing to believe that he was irredeemable. He appreciated it and really he much preferred to be alone as he mourned and waited for his inevitable death.

Andy was slowly dying from heartbreak.

The experience was different for each one, the length and depth of pain varied from case to case. For Andy, he had been enduring for centuries now with his demeanor getting progressively colder and darker as the years passed. One could hardly believe that he was once a well loved benevolent king. The hollow silence in his chest was enough indication though.

It was only a matter of time now.

He could hardly remember at this point what a beating heart felt like, but he remembered the pain of his failed love in excruciating detail. His disdain of humans came from that catastrophe, falling in love with a woman’s false charms only to find out later that she had just been biding her time to kill him and to escape. He remembered the sting of the knife through his chest, but more than that he remembered the bite of her words afterwards. She never loved him. He had been a fool.

He leaned back on his throne, his muscular tail swaying lazily beneath him and his hair flowing in the water, as he thought over what Bucky had said. He was furious at first, having left his post as a Queen’s guard leaving his sister without protection on land and he was seconds away from ripping Bucky’s throat out with his sharp teeth but one thing he said had his outrage stopping in its tracks.

A girl.

There was a human girl gifted to Andy by his beloved sister. Their supply of humans were scarce and they had very short lifespans once taken so only a select few were provided with the privilege to breed with them. He was provided with humans regularly at first, having been born a royal it was important for the kingdom for his bloodline to continue. However after he mistreated the last few humans, he was cut off.

Andy had no shortage of sexual partners. Plenty of Merfolk still threw themselves at the opportunity to bed a royal, disgraced as he was. He was also undeniably attractive, the darkness in him adding a dangerous thrill to the sex but there was nothing like burying his cock in a human cunt. The thought alone of how hot and tight it felt was enough to make him harden and for his fins to curl in anticipation. He smirked.

Time for a visit.

He swapped his tail for legs as he walked into the cottage where his human was imprisoned, slipping on a pair of soft cotton trousers and foregoing a shirt. Shuri had outdone herself with the developments she had made through the years in creating a viable habitat for the humans underwater that would not only allow them to live comfortably, but would also prolong their shelf life. He made a mental note to send her a gift because the sight of you half naked and unconscious on the large bed had him almost lunging for you immediately.

He was immediately drawn to you, a faint echo of something forgotten sounded in his chest as he laid his eyes on you for the first time. He came around to your side of the bed, brushing the hair off your face gently before trailing down to trace along your jaw. His thumb lingered for a moment on your lips and then his hand went to circle your throat, squeezing just a little to feel the momentary hitch in your breathing.

You were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

The swell of your breasts were calling to him, barely covered by the bikini you had been wearing when you were taken. Pinching and rubbing at a nipple over the fabric caused goosebumps to erupt over your skin. He smiled. You were so responsive to him even in this state.

“Good girl.”

Lower his hands traveled, over your hips and along your thighs before finally settling on his prize. He cupped your pussy and the heat he felt through the material of your bottoms had him groaning. He rubbed you through the fabric, slow yet firm in his movements. It didn’t take long until your damp arousal was eagerly meeting his hand and he could smell you.

Just a taste. He needed a taste.

Deft fingers pulled your bottoms aside and stroked your slit, spreading your slick around and up to your clit. You sighed quietly and your legs tried to close themselves, your body reacting instinctively to protect yourself. He chuckled as he nudged your legs apart once more for him. He knew the potion you were made to take for the journey down still had some time left before wearing off and your vulnerable defenseless state had him palming his cock over his pants.

He dipped a finger inside you, his jaw ticking at how tight you were. He drew the finger out of you, catching the scent of your arousal before slipping it into his mouth. He hummed as he swirled his tongue around it.

“Sweet.”

He watched you intently, noting how evenly and deeply your chest rose and fell. Your mouth was parted slightly and there was a heat radiating off your skin from his touching you. There was a softness and an innocence to you that made him forego his original plan to wait until you had woken. Why wait? He caught your chin between two fingers and pressed his lips on yours, a first kiss of many he was sure.

He would have you now.

His pants dropped to the floor easily and he crawled up on the bed over you, his face immediately coming up to your cunt. His cold breath blew on your heated sex and he was pleased to see your body jerk in reaction. Strong hands gripped your thighs and spread you wider, your bottoms casually tossed to the side to offer him unobstructed access and a perfect view of your glistening folds.

The first full taste of you on his tongue had him immediately diving back for more as his grip on your thighs tightened. Your taste was intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough. He didn’t think he would ever get enough. He feasted on you, lapping at your folds and dipping his tongue inside you. You groaned when he sucked on your clit and your hips began to move sluggishly in response.

He smiled against you, looking up from his spot to watch your still unconscious form. Your brow was furrowed in confusion and your eyes were twitching beneath your closed lids as if you were fighting it, fighting him. He found that he liked that. His fingers came up inside you, twisting and curling to work you open for him. He loved how you were just dripping for him and clamping down on his fingers.

“So good for me.”

He quickened his pace, both his fingers and his mouth ravaging you. He swirled his tongue around your clit expertly, intent on pulling your first orgasm this way. Your hips moved more, following the fire that he was stroking inside of you until it built into an inferno that had you gushing your release into his waiting mouth with a sharp whimper.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered as he left a few last kisses on your quivering cunt.

He rose off the bed to kneel between your legs, gripping his now painfully hard erection in his hand. He pumped it slowly as he watched you sprawled helplessly beneath him, slapping the heavy length of him down on your clit. Your body jolted as he repeated the action, dipping his cock lower to catch your slick as his free hand roamed your body.

“Stop,” you slurred.

He chuckled at your feeble protest as he circled the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing in just the slightest bit to coat himself more. Your hands raised weakly to make him stop, but they fell away promptly as they felt too heavy for you.

“You will let me violate you,” he declared, groaning loudly as the head of his cock breached you.

Inch by inch he moved in and out of you, carefully stretching you to accommodate his extraordinary size. Your back arched at the intrusion, a whimper falling from your lips at the discomfort.

“No,” you mumbled even as your body was subconsciously bending to take him better.

“You will let me desecrate you,” he growled as he forced his way deeper into you.

“No,” you repeated quietly.

He chuckled darkly, groaning as he bottomed out. You were squeezing him so tight. The heat and wetness of your cunt enveloping him in a spell that almost made him lose control right then and there. You felt too good around him. Too perfect.

“Your body says otherwise,” he said as he pressed his lips sweetly to yours, a sharp contrast to how he was forcibly taking you. “This isn’t a choice. You’re mine now, honey.”

His thrusts started slowly, enjoying the sight of your juices shining on his cock every time he pulled out and how he could see himself bulging through your skin when he pushed in. He committed to memory the feel of you, rolling his hips and grinding to reach the deepest parts of you.

“You’re doing so well,” he groaned as he leaned closer to you, pulling your top down to palm your breasts. You felt so soft and he loved the way your body bent closer when he took a pebbled peak into his mouth. “You’re made for this. You’re made to take me.”

The way you were panting, gasping, and twisting your body spurred him on to go faster. He pounded into you as he held your bodies close, his pelvis rubbing against your clit to take you higher and higher. He could feel you choking his cock and he knew you were nearly there.

“That’s right. Cum for me,” he ordered. “Drown my cock, honey.”

In your unconscious haze you tumbled into oblivion, your body reacting to the pleasure he had forced on you by clenching down hard on him and trembling underneath him. Andy relished the feeling of you falling apart for him, loving the way you were milking him for all he could give. His thrusts stuttered before he was spilling into you with a loud grunt against the crook of your neck.

Huffing and trying to catch his breath, he kissed you deeply. He lifted himself off you, checking that you were still under the influence of the potion before getting up. He came back after cleaning himself in your bathroom, carefully wiping you of any trace of his indulgence before redressing you.

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead before he left you to rest. Slipping back into the ocean and into his tail. He would return once you awakened and introduce himself. He liked his new toy very much and he would have to say his thanks to his sister once she returns.

For now, he would have some fun.

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You woke up with a pounding headache that made your vision swim as you crawled out of bed with a loud groan. You made your way to the bathroom, blindly holding on to the walls to steady yourself. What the hell did you and your fiance drink last night? You shook your head and regretted it immediately. Whatever the hell it was you were not drinking it again. The cold water you splashed on your face was a welcome relief and you drank greedily after, surprised at your own thirst. You promised to stay away from alcohol for the rest of your trip. Your fiance would surely agree knowing he had a lower tolerance than you.

Where was he anyway?

Bleary eyes searched the room for any sign of him, your memory still heavily muddled. You were too tired to really think about why he wasn’t in the room. Maybe he went for a walk. Hopefully he’ll come back with some breakfast. God, you hoped he would. A shower. You decided a shower would do you some good and could relieve some of the ache you felt in your muscles.

You stumbled across the room, intending to pull the first piece of fresh clothing you can get your hands on from your suitcase. Your steps abruptly halted, your bare feet suddenly now feeling like lead against the cold wooden floor. A disturbing realization washed over you.

This wasn’t your room.

This was a completely different room from the one you booked on this getaway and your suitcase was not in the corner you knew you left it in. Where the hell were you? Panic bubbled violently in your stomach and you fought the urge to vomit as you began to also accept that your fiance was likely not here as well.

You were kidnapped.

A cold sweat began to form on your skin as your mind came to grips with what was happening. Survival mode began to kick in. You took a deep breath to calm yourself down so that you can formulate a plan. You were alone in an unfamiliar place, but you were also unrestrained. Your eyes snapped to the front door of the room. It might be risky but you need to get an idea of where you were so that you can get home. Maybe you can find some help.

Your shaking hand reached for the doorknob, praying that it was unlocked. Your breath came out in a relieved huff when it turned without resistance. You gulped as you pulled the door open and stepped out of the room. What you saw was miles away from anything you expected. You gasped and your knees buckled. You struggled with every step forward. Your mind could hardly comprehend it, but there was no other explanation.

You were underwater.

Looking around you, you could clearly view sea creatures casually swimming by. There were fish of all colors and sizes, sharks that had you taking a step back, and countless other species that you could not name. They were all so beautiful, so mesmerizing to watch and you would have happily spent hours doing just that if not for the reason why you were treated to such a view.

Beyond the room, which looking back now was more a small cottage, was the purest of white sand you had ever seen. All that and yourself were encased under a transparent dome lined with soft lighting that mimicked almost perfectly the gentle rays of the sun, providing you with the needed warmth you suspected was essential with how freezing cold the bottom of the ocean would be.

It was like some sort of reverse aquarium and you were on display. Immediately you felt claustrophobic and your chest tightened with frantic despair. How were you expecting to escape from the depths of the sea? More importantly, who would have taken you and why?

Your second question was answered seconds later, but it was an answer that made even less sense than the location of your prison. Slowly approaching what appeared to be the only entryway to your enclosure was the stuff of myths.

A merman.

You watched, utterly mesmerized by the graceful yet strong movements of a tail in shades of blue with its scales sparkling like precious gems and adorned with stands of silver and gold. You followed him as his broad shoulders and toned arms ripped through the water, his muscled torso flexing with each stroke.

You had never seen a sight so strikingly beautiful.

You noticed now that there were two doors to your cage with a short tunnel connecting them. He slipped in with practiced ease and shut the outer door. You jumped back as a whirlwind of water engulfed him before the inner door softly hissed open. Your hand covered your mouth as you saw the merman now on two feet and if it were even possible, he was even more breathtaking.

“Please don’t be frightened,” he said softly, cautiously taking a step toward you.

His tousled hair and beard were still wet, your eyes following the droplets as they trailed down his bare torso until they disappeared beneath the thin cotton pants he was now somehow wearing. There was something commanding yet elegant in his stance, regal even.

“My name is Andy.”

All at once your muddy memory snapped to clarity in a manner so jolting that you fell to the ground. You had eloped and were celebrating the night before your marriage with your fiance at a charming beach resort where you both decided that a night swim was a good idea. You remembered the chilling fear of being dragged underwater and waking up in a dark cave next to your fiance who was desperately trying to negotiate his life to what you now realize was a merman as well. You remember punching him in the face in your fury when he said that they could keep you if they would only let him go. You remember being force fed a potion that tasted sweet and salty before you were once again pulled into unconsciousness.

The cold hand on your heated face brought you back and your eyes snapped open to meet the bluest pair you had ever seen, but the underlying turbulent darkness made you recoil on instinct. It was like the sea caught in a terrible storm and you were a rickety boat. Your mind was reeling as he smiled kindly down at you, cradling you close to his chest with his hand continuing to caress your face.

“You remember, don’t you?” he said sadly, uncharacteristically feeling protective of you at the sight of your distress. Something in his chest pulled and thudded softly.

All your instincts screamed at you to move away, but he was just so compelling that you could hardly move. He pulled you closer to his chest and tried to soothe you. At the back of your fear-addled mind, it registered how cold his skin was and how you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“You’re safe here, honey. I’ll take care of you.” He stood up with you in his arms, your voice caught in your throat. “I brought you some food. You should eat. Get your strength back.”

You watched in silent shock as he carried you inside and sat you down gently on the bed, pulling the covers over your shaking form. You didn’t even realize that you were trembling. Andy moved around the small kitchen with the same grace and fluidity as when he was swimming.

Later, you faintly registered the smell of hot food and that you were being picked up again. The blanket was still wrapped around you as he sat on the small dining table with you on his lap. He cradled you like you were precious as he brought the spoonful to your lips.

“Please eat something. Even just a little.”

His voice was low and commanding yet also gently coaxing. The pointed look he threw you when you hesitated prompted you to open your mouth. He smiled as you chewed and oddly you found yourself feeling a sense of satisfaction when he did.

“Good girl.”

Why was that?

Why are you feeling an impulse to please him?

Why are you feeling safe in his arms?

He kept feeding you until you finished the whole serving, the hearty seafood soup warming you and lulling you to sleep. Your head lolled to the side, automatically burrowing against the crook of his neck.

“I wanna go home,” you mumbled, your eyes drooping close. The stress of the day’s discoveries weighed down on you.

His scent was the last thing on your mind before sleep claimed you along with the puzzlement of why you weren’t fighting back at all. He shushed you and brushed your hair delicately away from your face before he kissed your forehead gently.

“This is your home now, honey,” he said softly. “Rest for now. I’ll take care of you.”

His hand traveled from your face, down the column of your neck, cupping firmly on one breast and brushing his thumb over it until the nipple grew hard. He groaned as he pulled your top down and palmed you harder, squeezing your flesh before lowering his mouth to circle his tongue around the peak.

Lower his hand went to slip beneath your bottoms and immediately dip into your cunt. His thumb pressed onto your clit as his fingers worked you open, your back arching to press closer to him as you drenched his fingers.

A sinister smile grew on his face. The inherent allure of merfolk was irresistible for humans, but for those from a royal bloodline it was extremely potent. He would keep you. You would never leave him.

Not like Laurie.

“I’ll take good care of you.”

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Days melted into weeks and you started to lose all sense of time. The only indication you had of the time of day was the changing lights in your pod and Andy’s visits. He visited you everyday, always with a little net brimming with a fresh catch that he would cook for you.

He always cooked for you.

Being the only other creature that you interacted with, you began to look forward to his visits. Lately, you’ve found yourself waiting by the open door and when he arrived you couldn’t help the excitement you felt or the small smile on your face.

You were mostly silent during his visits, still unsure of how you should be behaving because while you had been taken Andy had been nothing but good to you. You watched him as he moved around your new home as he told you stories about this underwater world. You listened in rapt fascination, asking questions here and there about one of the creatures you saw gliding outside your pod.

You watched as he cleaned the fish with skilled hands at the sink while a pan sizzled with fragrant seasoning beside him. It was curious how a creature of the sea seemed so comfortable with mundane human tasks. You found it amazing how in the deep dark sea was this modern abode fitted with appliances that were much better than what you had on land.

How was there butter?

You wanted to ask. You wanted to know more about this new world you were introduced to. You had a million questions running through your mind, but in front of your excited curiosity was the stifling apprehension.

“I want to go home,” you murmured, your arms circling around you.

“You are home, honey,” he said gently. Always the same answer. Always the same patient tone. “Come eat now.”

And like always he lifted you into his arms and sat you on his lap as he fed you. His body felt solid against yours, but his touch was always soft and almost protective.

“I want to go home.”

You winced as his grip on your waist got tighter and the storm behind his eyes came to the forefront for a moment. You raised your chin in defiance even as your lower lip quivered in fear. You could have sworn that you saw him smirk for a split second before his expression and touch softened once more.

“Don’t I take good care of you here, honey?” He cupped your face to keep your eyes locked, his voice taking a more melodic tone. “Answer me.”

The longer you stared into his vivid blue eyes, the more you felt your resolve crumble. Your mind grew foggy until all that was there was his unnaturally beautiful face and the compulsion to please him.

“You do.”

His smile warmed you and the slow stroking he was doing sent sparks dancing all across your skin. This was the first time he was using the siren song on you and he was thoroughly enjoying seeing you fight uselessly against it. He thought that you were doing well, the mild sedatives he has putting in your meals leaving you in a weakened state but he obviously underestimated your will.

“Don’t you like being with me here?”

Your eyes started to glaze over and a soft moan escaped your lips as his hand moved to more sensitive skin. His smile grew wider, enjoying seeing you slowly give in as your eyes became more glazed.

“I do.”

“Tell me what you want, honey.”

You gasped as his hand rubbed at your clothed cunt, his lips a breath away from yours. His breath smelled sweet and drew you closer until your lips grazed his only for him to pull away. You whined at his teasing.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your hips chased his hand, seeking more friction for your pulsating cunt. You panted as his hand grew rougher with you, your mind fully clouding over. He prompted you again for an answer and you whimpered as you struggled to pull yourself to your senses.

“I want to go home.”

All at once Andy’s movements stopped and his expression hardened. Your will was stronger than he anticipated. He would have to break you down in a different way. You would not leave him. He would not allow it.

Not like Laurie.

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Andy was angry with you. There was no doubt about that, but you thought that he would eventually forgive you. You thought that it would eventually return to how it was. Disturbingly, you wanted it to go back to how it was. He still came to you everyday, but for the next two weeks he only came to cook your meals and feed you. He didn’t talk, only going about your new home to quickly make you food and check that you still had supplies. He barely looked at you, only when he gave you a stern look as he raised the food to your lips did your eyes meet. It made you squirm in his lap as you accepted the bite without complaint.

You missed his voice.

After that he stopped feeding you on his lap. It was strange to feel so shocked when for the first time he sat you down on the chair beside him before feeding you. It was strange how your face was contorted in confusion. He still didn’t talk. He still barely looked at you. You missed feeling his strong thighs beneath you.

You missed his touch.

After that he stopped feeding you, leaving promptly after he had finished cooking your meal for the day. He just left the plate on the table and exited. He still didn’t talk. He looked at you only once. You whimpered just before he stepped out the door, halting him only for a moment.

You missed his company.

This continued for weeks until it reached a point where he would just leave the ingredients for your meal on your kitchen counter, leaving you to cater to yourself. You didn’t realize until then how much he spoiled you. How much he really took care of you. Andy had been nothing but gentle to you as far as you knew and despite your better judgement, you felt like you were being ungrateful.

You missed Andy.

You had a vague idea of when Andy came to you, it wasn’t so much the time but your body and mind just somehow knew when to anticipate his arrival. When he didn’t walk through your door on time one day, you worked hard to tamp down the anxiety that was bubbling in your chest. Hours passed and still no Andy. Dejected and now feeling hungry, you walked out of your cabin and immediately spotted the small netted bag by the entrance of your pod.

Andy had come.

But he did not come to see you.

This continued for a while, with Andy leaving before you could even catch sight of him. You tried to anticipate him earlier, wake up earlier, wait by the door. You found yourself desperately trying to catch just a glimpse of him. Following your impulse, you had taken to sleeping and waiting by your pod’s entrance.

Somehow he always managed to slip out before you could catch him, the little netted bag was the only evidence that he had been there. Until one day you were so adamant to keep awake until he next came, fighting your body’s urge to rest and close your eyes. You were teetering between consciousness and the tired darkness when you sensed his arrival. Your hand shot out to grab weakly at the fabric of his pants, you looked up from where you were laying on the ground and spoke in a voice that was scratchy from not being used in so long.

“I’m sorry, Andy.” Your chest felt heavy and you were suddenly racked with sobs, your next words coming out in wet hiccups. “Please don’t go.”

Your eyes were blurred by your tears, the loneliness of the months with Andy ignoring you hitting you like a tidal wave. You held on tighter to his pant leg when he moved, thinking that he was leaving again only to see him crouch down and gently lift you into his arms. He was cooing soft reassurances in your ear as he carried you back into the cabin, you clinging on as if he would evaporate into sea foam if you let go. Finally hearing his voice again brought some life back into you, feeling his arms around you made you sag in relief.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated as you buried your face in his neck, breathing his unique scent in as much as you could in fear that he would deprive you again.

“You’re forgiven, honey. It’s okay,” he shushed you, rubbing his face against the top of your head. “You’re freezing. You shouldn’t have stayed out there. Let’s get you to bed now. You should sleep.”

He laid you on the bed and tucked the covers in around you, making sure that your shivering would cease soon. Before he could walk away though, your hand reached out again to grasp onto his hand.

“Please stay,” you pleaded softly, your eyes not meeting his in case he rejected you.

Andy couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that curled on his lips as he wordlessly laid himself next to you. You scurried to press yourself as close as possible to him, folding yourself against his body until every part of you was touching some part of him. He chuckled as he ran his hand up and down your back to encourage you to sleep, a dull thud again echoing in his chest. As you slowly drifted off to sleep, the loneliness that had been pressing down heavily on you from his absence started to lift.

You wouldn’t leave him now.

Not like Laurie.

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It was hard not to notice the change in you and Andy was feeling very smug about it. The biggest change was that you were now initiating touch yourself, going so far as to voluntarily sit on his lap and silently wait for him to feed you. You waited for him to feed you a meal that for the first time you had asked to help prepare.

He rubbed slow firm circles with his thumb on the small of your back as he watched you finish your food. Every time he would move away from you, your grip on him would grow tighter. He kept smiling proudly at you, pleased at the success of his plan. You had been very good for him the past month, so good that he felt you deserved a reward.

He came to your pod one day with a beaming smile on his face at the image of you waiting for him by your open door. He pulled out a vial from his pocket and presented it to you.

"What's that?" you asked with your head tilted to the side as you observed the liquid slosh around in the glass.

"You've been so good for me, honey, that I wanted to give you a gift," he said sweetly, brushing your cheek tenderly with his free hand. "Do you wanna go for a swim?"

Your eyes widened and your lips parted in surprise, but the small remaining rational part of your mind began raising alarm bells. The last time you took a drink from a merman had you waking up as a deep sea captive. Taking it for confusion, he smiled warmly at you as he explained.

"This potion will allow you to breathe underwater for a little while. I thought you might like to get out for a bit," he said, pausing to rub his nose affectionately against yours. "Would you like that, honey?"

You knew that you should have controlled your enthusiasm better, but the sheer joy you felt at the chance to go out and explore was too much to contain. It was the first time Andy saw you smile this way; genuine, bright, hopeful, and grateful. There was that odd muffled thudding again in his chest that he couldn’t explain.

You looked so beautiful smiling.

"But you have to promise to stay close to me, okay? There are lots of things out there that could hurt you. Do you understand, honey?"

Nodding your head rapidly, you agreed. You practically skipped about the room as you pulled out swimwear, rushing to get dressed before he changed his mind. In your rush, you didn't notice how Andy's eyes darkened with desire as you changed in front of him. It immediately switched to warm fondness when you stood in front of him ready to go and practically bouncing with excitement.

He couldn't help it. You just looked so adorable. He lifted your chin up gently and leaned in to lay his lips lightly over yours. The widening of your eyes and the heat creeping up your face only made him want to kiss you some more, maybe spend the day ravishing a fully lucid you for a change, but he promised you a swim so he took your hand and pulled you toward the gates of your pod.

Your heart began to race as you got nearer. It wasn't freedom, but it was the closest to it you would have in what felt like forever. You tugged on his arm to halt his steps and he quirked an eyebrow at you in question.

"Thank you, Andy," you mutter shyly.

He smiled widely at you, pleased that you were now acting properly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you toward the gates. Just as he was about to open the intricate locks, another mermaid urgently approached. She swam to the side, stopping as near as she could to you both and stared intently at Andy through the glass. You've seen him interact with his fellow Merfolk before and you recognized from the way his expressions changed that they were talking telepathically.

As the mermaid swam away, Andy sighed deeply and turned toward you with a regretful expression. Your own face turned crestfallen, knowing already that your little field trip would not be pushing through.

“I’m so sorry, honey. They need me for something urgent, but it shouldn’t take too long,” he frowned at your apparent disappointment, wanting so much for your bright smile to return. He took your hand and placed the potion vial on it, his eyes reassuring you of his promise. “I said that I would take you out for being good and I intend to keep that promise. Can you be good for me for just a bit more and wait?”

“I can,” you said, trying to soften the sadness that was still etched on your face.

“Good girl,” he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

You watched as he opened the intricate locks and weakly waved goodbye as he swam away, his tail slicing through the water easily. You sighed as you turned the vial over in your hand, your mind blank of any thought except your yearning for Andy. Your hand stopped when a sudden thought hit you.

You had the potion.

And Andy was gone.

The gears in your mind began to turn and suddenly the fog lifted, the fog that had wrapped around you and weighed you down into this subservient version of yourself. The fog that had made you entirely dependent on Andy’s existence evaporated and you were thinking clearly for the first time since you’ve been there.

You could escape.

It didn’t take you another second to decide. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your hand shook as you uncorked the small bottle. You didn’t hesitate to down the whole thing before you rushed to the gates, the empty bottle dropped haphazardly on the ground. Having stood by Andy earlier granted you a view on how to work the locks and it was fortunate that you were paying attention. You paid little mind to how your whole body was dropping in temperature from the effects of the potion, almost yelling in victory as you succeeded in prying open the first gate.

When the water began to fill the small tunnel, your breathing sped up exponentially. You were understandably panicking, trapped in a confined space that was slowly filling up with water. Human self-preservation dictates that you hold your breath as it reaches your chin, your body flailing until the rational part of your brain tells you that you should be able to survive it. You made a conscious effort to carefully try breathing in and opening your eyes, cautiously experimenting until your body fully adjusted.

You couldn’t waste any more time. You didn’t know how long the effects of the potion would last or how soon Andy would return. You just hoped that you had enough to reach the surface. With renewed determination, you opened the second gate and braved the open sea.

You had no idea where you were, all you knew was you had to swim upwards. The water was freezing, your limbs struggled to propel you, and frightening creatures crossed your path. Still, you kept your will set strongly toward your freedom. You don’t know how long you’ve been swimming now, your arms and legs felt like they would fall off from the exhaustion and you were getting lightheaded from the effort. Your heartbeat began to slow into hard thuds, struggling to keep going and you feared that this was how you would die. Just as you were about to succumb, the fates showed that they had other plans for you.

Light. There was light.

It must be daylight on the surface by the way the sun was shining down on the waters, the light was dancing and welcoming you. The surface. You were nearly to the surface. You forced yourself forward, the surge of hope fueling you to make that last stretch. So focused were you on your task that it wasn’t until the hair stood on the back of your neck that you were alerted to the danger. You nervously turned your body to the source and regretted it immediately.

Andy.

And he was furious.

Your eyes widened as you saw the expression on his face. Never had you seen that look on his face, a mix of burning rage and cold mocking, that even from this distance it filled you with a cold dread.

Run.

Your mind screamed at you and snapped you back into your senses as you saw him rapidly close the distance between you. You put all your remaining energy into getting away.The light was sonear. You were so near to your escape that you could almost reach your hand out to feel the warmth of the sun.

A garbled scream tore through your lips as you were roughly pulled down to come face to face with Andy’s dark sneer. This was the first time you had seen him in this form this close and for a moment you were hypnotized by just how magnificent he was. His eyes were an even darker shade of blue but also more vivid, the storm you had seen early on was front and center. Scales were coating the sides of his neck, leading up to his ears that were now more pointed in what looked to be small fins. His torso was bare and the texture of his tail as it rubbed against your legs was indescribable. Circling his head was a thin intricate band of gold, jewels, and pearls.

A crown.

You gulped as you started to struggle away from him. Your fear was threatening to engulf you, but you fought it as hard as you fought to be released from Andy’s grip. He always had a different air about him. Andy it seems was no ordinary merman.

And you had pissed him off.

“Did you think that you could get away from me that easily, honey?”

You shook off the shock of hearing him in your mind and the venom in his tone, your own screaming for him to let you go. Your screams came out in wild air bubbles from your mouth as his grip on you tightened further. You were sure they would leave bruises.

"You promised you would be good. Now I have to punish you."

"No, Andy! Please let me go!"

Your head craned to search for the light of the surface, to search for hope, and you shivered as Andy took this as an opportunity to kiss roughly along your neck. His growl against your skin sent a shameful heat through your core and the bite he left just below your ear had you shaking.

"How else are you going to learn where your place is, honey?" he said, the threat was unmistakable in his tone. "How else are you going to learn that you're mine?"

He pulled away from your neck only to pin you with his angry glare before crashing his lips to yours. You were frozen as he conquered your mouth, his tongue delving in to claim yours. It was demanding, angry, and possessive. You gasped as you tore yourself away, pushing at his chest desperately to gain distance.

A lucky kick to his abdomen propelled you away and you could practically feel his annoyance rippling in the water as you swam as hard as you could. You gained some distance only for his hand to catch you by the back of your bikini bra, but you fought. You fought with everything you had until your top was ripped from your body, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he was shouting at you as you continued to slip from his grasp, his nails leaving angry marks on your skin. You didn’t care that the next time he grabbed for you, he caught your bottoms and tore them off. You didn’t care that you were now stark naked trying to escape the most dangerous predator you had ever encountered. You didn’t care.

Not when the surface was so near.

You kicked yourself upward toward the light, your heartbeat deafening to your own ears. One more stroke. Just one more. Finally, your head pierced through the surface and the fresh air greeted you. It almost overwhelmed you, unaccustomed now to how real air felt like. What it tasted like. You were greedy in your intake, absorbing as much as you could and stretching your arms out to feel the heat of the sun.

A quick glance around and you realized that you were in a cave with an opening just a few steps ahead. Craning your neck, you could see that the opening led to land and if you listened carefully you could almost make out the sound of birds.

Land.

There was land.

You were so elated that you could cry, but it was short lived as you felt yourself being dragged down underwater before you could even grab onto the rocks that lined the edge. Andy had a death grip around you now, his arms circling your torso and his tail fins wrapping around your ankles to keep you from flailing.

“You’re mine.”

His eyes flashed in warning before his mouth latched onto one hardened nipple. Your back arched at the shocking sensation of his tongue lashing at you. You tried to wriggle free, pushing hard at his wide shoulders but the way his other hand was now snaking down to your core was sending jolts of arousal through you.

“I’m going to show you that you’re mine.”

At that he roughly thrust two fingers into your cunt, your lips opening in a silent scream. You felt humiliated as your core instinctively gripped him tighter, encouraging the assault he was subjecting you to. He chuckled darkly at how wet you were, the nights he had spent to train your body to his touch were well worth it.

His fingers quickened, curling and twisting the way he has come to know drove you higher into ecstasy. He could see the fight in you dissolving, a mixture of fatigue from escaping and the lust that was burning through your skin. He released you momentarily only to lift you until he could close his mouth on your clit, his fingers never slowing in their movements. The addition of his mouth sucking almost violently on your throbbing pearl threw you over the edge, your hips moving on their own to grind on his face to prolong your high.

You were still reeling from your climax, your breathing shallow and laboured, that you didn’t realize he had taken you back to the surface until you felt the thick warm air. He leaned you against the rocks as he lifted your thighs up to circle his hips, your body silently conforming. His tail was rough yet slippery beneath your thighs, almost like beard stubble and it sent shivers dancing across your skin.

“This time I want to hear you.”

Your eyes snapped to attention and met his, the afterglow of your orgasm quickly replaced by a chilling fear. The cocky smirk he had should have been enough to prompt you to resume fighting him, but instead it froze you in place.

“Scream for me, honey.”

Scream you did as he buried his cock inside you in one forceful thrust, your walls struggling to accommodate his inhuman size. His attack was relentless and punishing, driven by a need to possess you in every way possible. Your moans of pleasure and pain echoed through the cavern, your body spiralling uncontrollably into delirium.

“You feel just as good as the first time.” He laughed at the look of confused panic on your face as he snapped his hips, his cock punching at your cervix. “That’s right, honey. This isn’t the first time for us. Not that you were conscious during the others.”

That was when you fully realized that there was no escape. You had been fooling yourself into thinking that you could go back to whatever remained of your past life. The moment that Andy had laid eyes on you had sealed your fate. He had claimed you long before this moment. You were his.

“You’re going to look so good carrying my heirs. I’m going to keep you dripping with my cum,” he groaned as he felt your walls tighten. His hand came up to your neck, squeezing just enough to have you playing on the edge of consciousness. “Give yourself to me. Bind yourself to me.”

He punctuated each command with a sharp thrust that had the coil in your core tightening painfully, begging for release. His hand around your throat tightened at your silence, warning you to obey. His gaze was burning through yours.

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours,” you whispered, resigned to your fate. You were resigned to the choice made for you. “I bind myself to you.”

Upon your words a searing pain erupted around your neck, beneath the skin that he clutched. You screamed as you felt the fire crawl precisely across your skin. Andy watched as a fine white light etched intricate patterns in a collar around your throat, a pattern that was replicated on his left bicep. An unbreakable proof of his command over you.

A contract to bind

Two souls tied

One as master

The other slave

Unyielding and unbreakable

A mark forever engraved

The voice of the ancients enveloped you both, blessing your union. Soon the pain of the marking evolved to that of heightened pleasure and Andy’s pace grew hurried, fueled by purpose to formalize your binding in the most intimate way. He knew by the way you were panting and how your walls were fluttering that you were close. He kept his eyes on you, wanting to see with clarity just how beautiful you would look coming undone.

“Cum for me, honey.” His thumb came to thrum urgently on your clit. “Cum for me now.”

The scream that tore through your chest and the shaking of your body as you were consumed by the most powerful release you had ever experienced, dragged Andy to his own finish. He groaned loudly against your mouth as he gave a few more harsh thrusts, spilling all of himself deep inside you.

“Say it,” he commanded as you both struggled to come down from your high. “Say your mine.”

You answered with the only thing you could. The only truth that there was. The only words that he would accept. The only answer that you knew deep in your spirit.

“I’m yours.”

Inside Andy’s barren chest came the soft thudding again, louder now this time and more persistent. Louder and louder it grew until he could feel it synchronize with the rapid beating of yours.

His heartbeat.

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The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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Lloyd was admiring his bicep as he did his curls and looked up, expecting you to be doing the same.

Instead, you were taking selfies and posting on social media.

You didn’t think that it would be a problem, since he said that he wanted you to sit there and look hot, so you were documenting the fact.

Lloyd loudly put the barbell down, stood up, and grabbed your unoccupied hand, dragging you down the hall to the bedroom.

“I-“

“Shut up and keep scrolling. Better yet, record a video.”

But you dropped your phone as he pulled your new Ivy Park workout top over your head and threw you on the bed.

“Pick. The fucking phone up. And record.”

Lloyd’s menacing tone was harsh, but you smirked and did as you were told, documenting him stripping off his Moncler muscle shirt.

“Not my face.”

His rude growl only turned you on as did his menacing advance. You made sure only to document his body.

He lay down beside you and looked into your eyes.

“Now use your photography skills…”

He smirked under his mustache.

“To capture what my mouth does. Get that perfect shot.”

Lloyd was mocking you now.

And his mouth descended on your nipple, sucking it roughly into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. You moaned and moved to grab his hair, and about to forget your phone.

“Ah ah ah,” said Lloyd around your nipple.

“Take your fucking pictures. Drop that phone and I kick your ass out on the street.”

With that, he grabbed your other breast and started rolling and pinching that nipple.

You tried to keep recording, because Lloyd was paying you a lot to be his “intern,” his dick game was A+, and you might have been starting to catch feelings despite him being a trash human.

Lloyd was doing such a good job that you were ruining the $200 thong which was part of your work uniform, but you managed to keep your camera trained on what his mouth was doing. This would make a great video to watch later.

You were doing okay, until Lloyd shoved his hands down your leggings. You slammed your legs together, which earned a pinch on your thigh, sure to leave a bruise.

It only made you wetter. Lloyd pulled off your nipple with a pop.

“Open your fucking legs.”

Your legs readily fell open, giving Lloyd access to your most private parts. His fingers parted the plump lips of your cunt only to find you quite slippery.

Lloyd gave you a demented smile.

“Oh, you fucking little slut. You’re so wrapped up in yourself instead of doing your JOB, which is me, that you’re wet at this. You little whore. Open those fucking legs wider.”

You followed orders and Lloyd delivered three sound slaps to your clit as he started to bite and suck your nipple again.

Lloyd’s depraved words and the erotic sting of the slaps got you close. You’d learned your first day on the job as Lloyd choked you as he fucked you raw: You liked that shit.

“Don’t drop that fucking phone.”

You readjusted it, recording your own humiliation with a trembling hand. You couldn’t wait to see this video.

Lloyd got up and stripped off his matching shorts, then grabbed your leggings and roughly pulled them down your legs, scratching your thighs.

You filmed him marking you up.

His massive cock was weeping against his stomach, and you wiggled in anticipation as you pointed the phone at it.

“Now, get this and it better not be jumpy. Capture my cock ruining your pathetic tiny little pussy.”

You leaned up on your elbow to get a better angle of Lloyd’s cock at the entrance to your cunt. You could feel his head pounding as you opened your legs wider as if that would help.

He brutally shoved his cock into your dripping hole, and your phone captured your ragged moan at the brutal stretch and delicious pain.

“FUUUUCCCKKKK!”

Lloyd was loud as he entered you.

“I swear the only reason I keep your ass around is this fucking gash. Right. Here.”

You whimpered and moaned as he fucked you to the point that your juices frothed.

“Yeah, get that fucking whipped cream, you slut. Make sure the picture is clear.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you did a pretty good job of getting all the action, proud that he wanted this for his private pleasure. You just knew that he missed you when you weren’t there.

Lloyd’s hands were gripping your hips and causing bruises, and the realization got you close to the edge.

“Cum for the camera, slut. Come all over my giant cock.”

You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to record your pelvis in motion as you fluttered around him. You’d collapsed flat on your back but held the camera up as Lloyd pulled out and came on your torso, jacking off silently, and without any emotion on his face.

Quite cinematically, a drop of his spend landed on the camera lens at the end. It was perfect.

When he was done, he grabbed the phone. He started typing, and you didn’t pay much attention because you could finally relax into the feeling of good sex.

“Are you sending yourself the video?”

“No. I’m posting it to IG.”

“WHAT?”

You sat up, alarmed.

Lloyd grabbed your top and wiped himself off, ruining it. Then he walked off toward the shower.

“My family will see that, and my account will be suspended!”

“Well you should have thought of that before you dicked around.”

Lloyd was in the bathroom now, yelling over the noise of the shower.

“You finally have something good to post besides that stupid little pouty face. Maybe now you’ll pay attention to your fucking JOB!”

He was yelling, but he sounded as if he’d stepped into the shower.

And you felt like you were about to cry.

“Don’t want to see a trace of what we’ve done in that room when I come out. Don’t want to see your fucking face either. You’re done for today.”

You suck it up, stood, and stripped the bed remaking it in 10 minutes flat. Next, you put Lloyd’s clothes in the laundry chute, coming back to lay out an identical outfit for him on the duvet.

Just as you were about to gather your things and disappear, you heard Lloyd call your name.

You padded into the massive bathroom and opened the shower door. Lloyd peered at you with cold eyes.

“I need you to wash my back, and then suck me off.”

You looked down to see his huge wet cock growing large again in his hand.

Lloyd needed you.

You hid a smirk as you replied, “Yes, Sir,” and climbed into the shower to go to work.

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