#HIS FUCKING SCALY KNEES

[quietwingsinthesky]

i keep making this lizard older. next time i post about him he’s gonna be like 67 and still having to kill dragons with his bare hands

[tiredmamaissy]

Clingy Neteyam who can’t keep his hands off you 😼😼

This turned into so much more, idk how I got here but let’s just embrace it 🤠

Mdni 🔞🔞 adult!neteyam!

“Nete. Stop.” You bat his hand away from your waist. “We are in front of the whole clan.” You whisper harshly, glancing over your shoulder to see his lustful stare.

“I do not care, yawne. And neither do they.” Neteyam breathes into the shell of your ear, lifting his chin from your shoulder momentarily to point to the couple of mated pairs that are grinding on one another.

“Still. Please teyam.” You whisper breathlessly, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. You simply can’t deny the way his hard cock pressed against you makes you feel. There’s not even a sliver of space between you and him now. His front is flush right against your behind, much like two puzzle pieces linking together with ease. And when he slides his hands down your waist and allows his slender, lengthy fingers to slip between your inner thighs, you can’t help the filthy little moan that falls from your lips. “Oh f-fuck.”

A hand flies to your mouth, cupping the soft, thin flesh to keep you quiet. His lewd touches are hazing you over so much that it doesn’t even register that it’s his hand covering your lips. “Don’t want them hearing, do we?” Neteyam husks, bottom lip grazing against the pierced lobe of your ear. Immediately, your attention averts to the nearby male Na’vi shoving his mate against a tree. She already looks so fucked out yet he’s only just sliding his fingers underneath her tewng (loincloth).

“Focus on me.” Neteyam growls lowly, “and think about this…” he tugs at your hips to grind his clothed, growing bulge harder into you, “…deep inside your tight…” he bends his knees to angle the tip of his cock between your clothed folds and thrusts, “little pussy.”

Every fiber of your being wants to melt into his touches, just like the words slipping from his lips almost makes you swoon beneath him. But the thought of others watching you makes your already tight stomach tighten even more. You shove him away, rubbing your thighs together as you spin around and begin quickly backing away from him with your hands splayed out in front of you.

“L-Let’s just go back to the tent. Okay?” You sputter, watching him take quick, lengthy strides towards you. His gaze is almost predatory, as if he were hunting you down like the frail, smaller game on his hunting trips - defeated, and easy. And when your back hits the scaly tree it almost winds you completely, leaving your lungs empty and burning. “Teyam” You strain to get out, sucking in a quick, desperate breath of cool, night air.

There’s a glint in his eye, one of anger. Or is it one of hurt? From being denied in front of the clan by his own mate. His hands cling to your hips, pushing you further into the rough bark of the thick tree, tip of his nose pressing firmly into yours, yet he never dares to allow your lips to touch. You share a couple breaths, making your head light and your eyes unfocused.

“Is this what you want?” He huffs harshly into your mouth, sinking his fingertips into your hips. You nearly fold right there, thighs rubbing together so roughly that your knees almost buckle. You manage to get out a little squeak, trembling voice cut off by the sensation of your nipples stiffening into hard peaks. They rub against his bare chest, all clammy from the scuffling from earlier.

A growl rumbles in his chest, deep and loud, just as his touches become aggressive. He spins you around and shoves you against the tree, kicking apart your legs with his foot. “Or is it this? Hm?” He leans into your ear, letting loose the growl that’s been brewing inside him, “did you want me to pin you down like he did his mate? Take you from behind like this? With nowhere for you to run, yes?” His voice grows shaky as one hand begins to fiddle with the knot above the base of your tail. And when you hear the flimsy cloth drop between your legs, he plants a rough kiss on the curve of your shoulder, “to have them watch me claim you?”

“Y-Yes.” You admit coyly, pushing back into him.

“Then take it.” He husks into the crook of your neck, quickly pulling down the hem of his loincloth to unsheathe his raging cock, aligning it with your sticky entrance. “Take me.”

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Part two ->

[the-kr8tor]

Can I request Hobie Brown to react to his shy gn crush accidentally sitting on his lap for your fluffy Friday?

Adorable! Thank you for requesting! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, love struck Hobie, spiderperson! Reader, FLUFF

It's Fluffy Friday! (For real this time lol)

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You're talking excitedly with Gwen, food tray in your hands, the Miguel burger sways slightly as you bounce on your feet. The can of soda clinks against the plastic tray.

"Oh! You should absolutely not skip season four even if it's dog shit." Walking backwards to face Gwen, she listens intently to your rambling. "How else are you gonna get the references they throw at you in later seasons?" You say with a cheery smile.

"Are you sure? You literally said it was shit" Gwen raises a brow questioningly.

"Duh! So you can compare how shitty it is to season 5" you turn harshly around, not looking where you're going.

"Shit! Watch out!—" Gwen tries to stop you, but it's too late. You hit a bystander waiting for their meal. You're one of the rare spider people who wasn't gifted with enhanced senses. Cursing at your crappy luck.

Your tray hits the poor guy who was unfortunate enough to be in your way. Pasta lands harshly on their red suit, coating it in bright yellow. The bun from the burger sticks to the spandex, replacing the spider logo to Miguel's mask design.

You crane your neck to apologize to the unusually tall Spider-Man, staring in horror at his scaly face, rows of sharp teeth bearing down at you as he growls angrily. His large shadow looms over you. The tray clunks loudly on the tiled floor, acting as a death bell for you.

"I'm so sorry!" You say weakly, trembling in your suit.

The T-rex steps towards you, footsteps rumbling like little earthquakes. You instinctively walk back, eyes trained on the dinosaur, ready to swing away in case he snaps his jaws at you.

"I'm sorry! I'll get it dry cleaned, please don't eat me–" something hits the back of your knees making you fall on something sturdy. "Oof" you let out, Your back hits someone's chest, strong hands over your waist, steadying you. Craning your neck to the left, you're face to face with someone familiar.

"Falling for me now huh, lovey?" Hobie's fave is mere inches away from yours, brown eyes staring at your flustered face.

"I-uh..hmm?" You could only manage to make noise, noticing how warm his palms are against the spandex of your suit.

Hobie smirks at your reaction, turning his head to address the T-rex that's been hunting you. "Hey big man, they said sorry already. We're on the same team, yeah?"

Spider-Rex huffs out, air coming out of his nose. He drops his head down to your height, you cling tighter on Hobie's torso, much to his satisfaction.

The dinosaur nudges your legs with his snout, as if to say: you owe me dry cleaning.

"Just send me the bill" you chuckle nervously.

Spider-rex huffs one more time, hot air hitting you and Hobie, you try to hide your face on his chest, not caring if the pins on his vest poke your skin. Hobie holds the side of your face, shielding you, his head lays on your temple, piercing cold on your skin.

"Alright! They got it!" Gwen steps in between you and your scaly friend, hands on her hips.

Spider-rex finally leaves, the floor shaking as he moves. Gwen clicks her tongue, tapping her foot in annoyance.

"Fuck, you okay?" Hobie ducks his head to meet your gaze. Fingers fixing your unruly brows that must've ruffled it when the dinosaur huffed and puffed. "He's all bark and no bite. Don't worry he doesn't eat fellow spider-people, usually" he says softly while he rubs your arms comfortably.

"Usually?" You ask in a small voice, slowly realizing you're sitting on his lap. Quite comfortably if you dare add.

He chuckles, "You planning on staying here? I don't mind" Hobie plays it off as he pokes your side.

"Right, sorry" practically jumping off his lap, feet landing back on solid ground, your shyness taking over. "Was I crushing you?" You ask softly.

"Nah," he reassures you. "Come sit down with me" Hobie scooches over, giving you space to sit right next to him.

Gwen drops her tray on the table, clicking her tongue. "I'll get something for you to eat, okay" she pats your shoulder. You nod appreciatively. "Play nice, Hobie" Gwen points an accusing finger at Hobie. "Be right back"

"I'm always nice, Gwendy" He raises his hands in surrender. Hobie notices your apprehension, he gestures for you to sit down across from him this time, as to not make you uncomfortable.

You bravely choose the seat next to him, surprising you both. He smiles when you slide next to him. Your spine is unnaturally straight, muscle tensed. Bashfulness at the forefront.

Hobie wants you to relax so he decides to wordlessly offer you his tray of food. "Wanna share mine?"

A soft smile curls around your lips, affection blooming in your chest. "You sure?"

"Yeah, only if it's with you" Hobie's eyes are soft, gazing at you longingly.

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[courtingchaos]

This was just a little blurb I wrote the other night for a prompt competition thing however, I was stuck at a concert and wasn’t able to actually participate like that! So y’all can have it! Though I must say, @fracturedarkness has already claimed him as their boyfriend, so the slimy boy is off the market. Sorry ladies.

A/N and Warnings: It’s monsterfucking. I don’t know what else to tell ya. Mentions of said monsterfucking. Go cautiously, have fun, don’t complain about it, it’s just river monster Eddie, he loves you.

You can hear the chittering before before you see the flash of his eyes hidden under the mossy brown hair. The river is murky enough to keep the rest of him hidden until he wants you to see him, until he’s ready to pull you down the slick embankment. His hand is smooth and scaly, fingertips rough when they shoot up out of the water and snatch your knee, pulling you waist deep. You gasp at the cold, at the feel of his cool skin sliding against yours, waterlogged eyes curiously searching your own for recognition.

He can feel your heartbeat pressed up against him, can feel the rush of heat between your legs where his hand rakes up further. The pointed tips of his claws scratching lightly against sensitive flesh.

This is a game you two play, ever since you found him. Alone the way he thought he wanted to be until you came along, tromping through his underbrush and disturbing his peace. You smelled like sunlight and dry earth, things he rarely occupied. He’d only been curious at first but then you’d cut yourself on the rocks and he could taste that sunlight in the water. It hadn’t taken long to track you downstream, follow you up the rocks you’d climbed. His den wasn’t far and he thought he could have his fun with you before pulling you under the current, but something was different. You didn’t scream like all the other humans. You didn’t try to fight out of his grip on your bleeding ankle. You’d watched with wide, curious eyes. Run your mouth at him like he couldn’t understand you but when he pulled you close abruptly you’d stopped, watched his pale lips form around familiar sounds. Watched those sharp teeth move in closer to you.

He’d had his fun though, had let you go that first time to slink back to your civilization but you’d slunk back to him. Found him in his home, bringing that sharp sunlight with you and he was fascinated with your missing fear and warm skin.

You’d kept coming back and he kept playing along, tracking you down when he’d catch a whiff of you on the wind. He liked how you tasted after a trek through the woods, long tongue laving up the side of your neck to gather the salt there while you moaned. He’d drag his claws up your sides, pulling at useless clothing hiding you from him. His favorite thing was to get you laid out on the mossy rocks under his stars, nose buried deep in your cunt where you tasted the most like earth. He’d make you scream like the cicadas in the surrounding pines and then pull you down into the water, big hands keeping your head afloat and pinning you to the edge where he could fuck you, knows this is why you keep coming back to find him in the dark. He fights the urge to pull you under the surface, wants to fill your lungs with the same cool water and mate you but he knows he can’t. Not if he wants to keep chasing you, keep finding you. So he pins you and ruts into you hard, holds you in place until you’re clawing at the wet earth and getting it under your nails and in your hair. He wonders if you hold on to his scent like he does yours when he bites down on your shoulder, long row of sharp teeth breaking that fragile skin and filling his mouth with sunlight when he comes. He marks you in a lot of ways, ways he knows don’t matter to where you belong. Ways that matter to him though, and to you too. So he’ll pull you out of the water and bring you to your things and when you’re finally conscious enough to get dressed and leave, he’ll watch from under his rocks and wait. Wait for you to step on moss and leaves and mud again and bring him his taste of sunlight.

(Sacrifice for the read more)

[muffinlance]

Zuko, banished, no crew, no uncle, no quest for the avatar. Says "fuck this" aka, if I can get back to caldera maybe I can convince my dad to take me back. Horribly wounded thirteen year old finds dragons, starts a civil war by accident

Zuko didn’t think he was still delirious. The Sun Warrior’s healer hadn’t wanted him to leave yet, but—

But he’s standing here, back in the throne room, and the room is set up again for another war meeting so maybe he should have waited before coming in. But the guards hadn’t even asked him—or anyone inside—before they’d thrown the double doors open, so. He’d thought father wasn’t busy.

The general he thought he was going to fight at the Agni Kai is here, and so are all the others, even uncle. And father, at the head of the table, standing.

Father is the only one standing. Everyone else is... They’re kneeling. 

When he’d come back to the palace, the servants in the courtyard he’d landed in had hurried to open the doors for him, all the way here. And the guards had let him in. And now the whole room is kneeling except for father who—

He doesn’t look like he did on the Agni Kai field. Father had been… he’d been so calm, then. He’d been doing what he had to do, to instruct Zuko, to correct him. 

Now he just looks angry. 

So. So Zuko is screwing this up, too. He practiced his speech the whole way home, it was a good speech, he’d based it on the one the Stone Prince made to his father the Mountain Emperor when he’d come home to beg forgiveness, bringing the treasures of the Ice Spirit with him as tribute. But Zuko doesn’t remember how he was going to start. And the flames behind father are getting higher, and hotter, and Zuko is okay now with flames that flicker with purples and golds and greens, but red flame is—

It’s so hot against his face—

“Father,” he croaks. “Father, I’ve returned. With dragons.” 

He is so, so stupid. Ran and Shaw have flanked him from the courtyard, have wound through hallways paralleling his path, are snaking between the pillars of the room until coils of red and blue dwarf everything here. Ran breathes her own flames out, and the fires before the throne shift from Ozai’s reds to the shimmering rainbow-sparks of dragonfire.

“A sign from Agni,” Uncle Iroh says. He’s bowed like the rest, but Zuko can see his eyes, and there’s the same glimmer there that father and Azula get before they do something Zuko should have seen coming.

“You dare,” father says, and Zuko isn’t sure if it’s him or uncle he’s talking to. But when he takes a step forward it’s towards Zuko and when he raises a fist it’s towards Zuko and when he makes the fire it’s towards Zuko and—

(And Zuko cowered the first time the dragons tried to show him their flames. It was all around him, swirling, and he hit his knees and shoved his face against his arms because he’d learned better than to look up. 

The fire stopped, and a whiskered nose nudged him, and then there was a huge scaly coil loosely wound around him until he was done crying, so at least the Sun Warriors below hadn’t seen how pathetic he was.

After that, it was… they made it a game. Little puffs of flames, the kind of sparks he used to make to keep Azula from getting fussy in her crib, until she was old enough to climb out and go exploring with him instead. 

He flinched at first, a lot, but they didn’t hurt. Didn’t even hit him. And then it really was a game, where he would spin their colors in with his own flames, and send them back, and they’d keep playing as the flames got bigger and bigger but somehow they never got scary again. 

When he’d stopped flinching at all, when he wasn’t a coward around his own element, he knew he was ready to return home. Grandfather had once welcomed uncle home with honors for killing dragons. So father would accept his apologies if he brought home two live dragons, right? Making friends with dragons had to be harder than killing them.)

Father’s flames were… they were just red. Zuko didn’t realize what he was doing until the war ministers were gasping. By then he was already spinning father’s flames with his own, mixing in all the colors father’s had lacked, and.

And sending them back.

(Batting fire around with dragons had not given Zuko a realistic grasp on the heat tolerance of the average abusive father.)

Uncle was not the first to bow, when Zuko had first entered. This time, he is.

“Fire Lord Zuko,” he says.

The war ministers are not prepared to countermand the Dragon of the West. Or literal dragons. They never left their knees, and they don’t start now. Foreheads touch the ground.

Zuko… Fire Lord Zuko’s first order is to take his father to the healers. He’ll let him stay there, longer than Ozai let Zuko.

(You can read this and other prompts at AO3. And longer stories, too. <3)

[beefboyandbabygirl]

Shiver Me Timbers! (18+)

pairing: pirate captain!seungcheol x siren!reader

genre: fantasy au, smut, pure smut with a fair amount of plot imo (MNDI pls), a little angst at the end

description: as seungcheol's ship drags up the shore, you watch from afar, eyes on the prize

warnings: PIRATE DIRTY TALK HELP, SLIGHT DUBCON bc hes u know a little under her spell, unrealistic ass transformation from fish 2 person, desperation, big dumb whiny cheol, bottom!cheol, kinda switch!reader, teasing, tiddie play, tiddie sucking, fairly graphic character death (drowning), seungcheol fucks yn like a ragdoll hihi, hes still bottom here tho, yn just has her tiddies OUT #progressive #2023

quotes from my proofreader: "I WAS WET!!", "he is soooo silly and sexy"

wordcount: 3.0k

“Anchor comin’ down!” 

“Aye!” 

There’s a mighty splash when the rusty anchor collides with the surface of the water. The chain clinks as it plummets, until it’s kicking up a storm on the sandy seafloor and the ship is safely secured. The Barbaric Seventeen is rocking like a mother rocks her young, gently swinging from the onslaught of waves from the North. 

“Another safe map-navigation performed by the great Woozi!” Seungcheol speaks from where he’s perched on the head of the ship, one knee bent to sit his foot atop the wooden railing. He’s half bathed in sunlight, hot from the scorching sun over the endless sea. The shipmates clap and cheer, the odd clunk joining the cacophony from the members with missing hands. “Now go!” he commands, “Go find me my treasure, boys! It shan’t be much of a challenge for ye’s anyway!” 

“Ye’s not comin’, Captain?” Mingyu calls from where the lot of them are crowding the planked deck, eyes squinted to stare at his silhouette in the sun. Seungcheol’s hat rustles as he shakes his head. “Naye, brother Mingyu. Today I will guard the Barbaric Seventeen,” he answers and pats the wooden railing like a dog.

The crewmates bugger off, one large group padding along the coast with their hooks and their scars and their swords in their belts. 

“Don’t be tempted by pretty ladies out here, brother Jun!” Seokmin advises, gloomily. “There be sirens in these waters!” 

“Don’t scare the kid, brother Seokmin,” Wonwoo snaps, standing on the other side of Jun, who looks at the two of them, lost and a little scared. “Sirens aren’t real.” 

“Tell that to Jeremy!” Seokmin retorts, “RIP.” And then their voices are fading into the distance.

Seungcheol hardly notices their conversation, as he’s placed himself on a gathering of finely-churned sand, squinting into the sun-lit sea from the shadow of his Captain’s hat. His jacket, much too warm for the every beating rays above, has been discarded beside him, and now his chest peeks through a thin, muddied white shirt. Forever enchanted by the gentle breathing, the rise and fall of the sea, he’s quick to see you. 

At first it’s simply a diamond-glisten under the surface of the water - Seungcheol knew the shine of gems, knew the way they reflected and captured the light - he half-sits up, biceps flexing as he peers in. Then, he catches the movement of something long and blue and scaly. The coasting water kisses his bare feet. 

You’re smiling in the water, long, flowing hair like seaweed in the ever-turning tides. You’d spotted the ship miles back, and had followed discreetly under it. Now there’s a man alone on the shore, and you’re splashing your tail teasingly above the surface of the water, soft, rhythmic taps, beckoning him closer. Then you open your mouth and begin to sing.

Seungcheol’s stumbling to his knees, crawling on the sand. There’s a beautiful, intoxicating hum coming from the seafloor and he must, he must hear it for himself. Crawling until the water is reaching his chest, you finally strike. 

Your head bursts from the water, splashing salty liquid onto the man, who’s gaping at the soft tunes from your ruby lips. You’re pushing your sopping hair back, eyes falling on him, sitting back on his knees now. You giggle, humming gently, when you lean into him. His eyes catch a diamond around your neck - the one he’d seen under the sloping water.

You’re the most beautiful woman - woman? - he’s even seen, and your chest is bare and glistening wet in the sunlight, and your cheeks are red and eyes sly. You’re leaning into him, hand brushing over his sculpted chest, poorly hidden from the soaked shirt, and you smell like the sea - you smell like home. 

“Hi there,” you giggle, biting your lip at him. He’s so befuddled by you, he lets out a strangled moan at just the sight of you, before he’s recollecting himself.

“Hi,” he breathes, awestruck. He’s almost cute, you think, hip jutting into the wet sand beneath you. His eyes - unfortunately - sway downwards to your tail, and his eyebrows are furrowing. Wait a minute, he thinks, was this not what Seokmin was just talking about? “What are ye’s?” he asks, because something in his body is oozing fear, filling him like water cascades into a drowning man, and the spell is broken. 

For an instant. 

You see it immediately, the way the adoration leaves his eyes, and something reminiscent of disgust overtakes him at your fishy parts. Thinking fast, you grab his bigger hand in your own and press it to your chest. “Oh,” he breathes, flushing, and he’s looking at your chest, and the way it expands when you heave a breath to sing for him. 

A song flows from your lungs and dances in circles around Seungcheol’s head. He can’t even remember what he was thinking about before, just feels his dick harden in his pants. Dazed and confused, the only thing grounding him is his hand, frozen on your chest and covered by your own. You smile, because he’s opening up to you like the shell of a clam.

“I’m a mermaid, silly. Don’t you want to touch me?” you whisper teasingly, emphasizing by shaking your chest and letting your tits jiggle right in front of him. He whimpers and nods, and you eye the hard-on in his lap, big and stretching the fabric of the pants to their limit. You look around, eyes catching the rock-quarry at the end of the beach, but seeing no one nearby. Then, you clumsily stretch yourself from your heavy, heavy tail, hand fondling him through the fabric. “You gotta pull me up,” you command, voice strained from the movement, and humid breath hitting his lips. He’s hissing and bucking into your hand, unable to comprehend your request.

“What?” he whines, panting and looking at your lips. Your tail is heavy as an anchor when on land, and the position is killing your back, so squeeze his chin between your fingers and grit your teeth at him. “Pull me onto land.” 

He’s nodding dumbly and without even an ounce of effort, he grabs you by your waist and pushes the two of you onto dry sand. You’re immediately covered in a salve of small sand particles and moaning, really moaning, because this man is so big and strong, but so dumb, he had no trouble lifting you all the way onto land. 

As soon as you’re out of the water, the diamond around your neck is glowing, turning hot against your collarbones, and Seungcheol is groaning, squeezing his eyes shut and holding a hand to shield himself from its intensity. 

It stops, he sees the back of his eyelids darken and peeks open one eye, unable to help the little gasp that escapes him. You’re lying on your stomach in front of him and your tail is gone, replaced with soft human legs. Without a thought, he reaches over to touch the skin of your slippery wet new legs. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression, when his hand glides up from your thigh and squeezes your ass. 

“You like it?” you chirp, and he chuckles breathlessly. “Aye.” 

You push at him, crawling into his lap, all naked and soft and ready for him, hands on his chest, soothing the muscles. “That’s why we needed to be on land, silly.” You smile at him, sitting completely still in his lap, where your pussy is pressed into his crotch, and you’re nonchalantly, he feels foolish for being so beet-faced and nervous. “Well?” you begin, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “take off your clothes, dumbo!” 

At your whim, he’s scrambling underneath you, shirt practically ripping, as he tears it off. His chest is so, so pretty - pale and defined and expanding into your hands. You watch him struggle with a fond smile, as you sit completely still on his crotch, even when he’s pulling his pants off. Your weight makes it damn near impossible to shimmy off. He doesn’t dare tell you to move though. Seungcheol feels like the luckiest man in the world, because your pussy is leaking onto his pants. Miraculously, he escapes the garments, and he looks up at you with a proud grin, as if he’d passed some sort of test.

“You did so well,” you coo, hand caressing his cheek and eyes shining in adoration when he nuzzles into your hand. Then your gaze drops. His cock is fucking huge and fucking red and pouring precum from the tip, oozing like blood from wound. “Let me reward you,” you whisper, satisfied when he whines and nods.

You press your thighs into his, hard, so he’s spreading his legs, a sprawled out starfish on a quarry-rock. You see his stomach tense at that, and he’s groaning. “Please, please, please.” 

“Y/n. Grab my boobs.”

His hands find your tits immediately at your request, thumbs pressing into the areolas.

“Please, please, please, Y/n!” he’s yelling because it’s torture, and he’s throwing his head back to call out to God. But you’re the mightiest being present, and you push yourself up to teasingly run his cock through your folds, over and over, humming to the melody of your sticky pussy kissing his cock. “Please,” he cries. 

“I don’t know,” you hum, rubbing yourself carelessly against his achingly hard cock. “I kind of like just this? Don’t you like this?” 

“In, in, in!” he’s sobbing, arms flexing where they’re stretched out to hold your soft mounds, clinging to them for dear life. “Oh,” your voice is laced with fake sympathy, “Oh, you want in?” 

“Please,” he gasps. You shrug in compliance, “Okay.” 

Finally you pause your grinding, stopping his cock at once when you feel it, the sticky head of it creating tension at your slit. You sink down. Then you stop. The head of his cock is nuzzled in your warmth  and you’re flexing your thighs to keep yourself on top of him. 

“No, no, no!” he cries, bucking his hips upwards and shaking from the frustration, when your hand pushes his abdomen down. You pout: “I thought this was what you wanted? Are you not in?” 

Usually, you can get away with fucking around with men in this manner, but it seems this time you’ve thoroughly miscalculated: In what felt like a split second, Seungcheol sits upright and removes his hands from your chest, anchoring them on your hips and bouncing you.

He’s pushing you down on his cock, and this time you’re the one crying out, utterly taken aback when, with seemingly no effort at all, he lifts your entire body weight and slams you down again. 

He’s grunting and panting, completely enchanted by your body and your pretty moans. He grunts at the way your perfect pussy chokes his cock. You’re no better. You’ve lost all control of the situation, slipping into a cockdrunk haze and crying out again and again at the way his tip kisses your cervix. 

“Beautiful, such a pretty girl, aye? Squeezin’ me cock so tight,” he grunts, and all you can do is cry, burying your head in the crook of his neck and kissing it feebly. “Mhm, ye better treat me nice next time? Hmm?” His voice is deep and baritone against the shell of your ear. 

Your clit is like the x’ed out treasure on one of Seungcheol’s maps, when he snakes his hand down your soft body to rub it in messy circles. “Prettiest moans me ever heard. Say me name, sweetcheeks, say Seungcheol,” he commands and you can only comply, orgasm fizzing in your stomach at his constant onslaught. 

“Seungcheol, Seungcheol, Seungcheol!” you chant as you cum, cunt squeezing his cock like you were trying to kill him. The image of your scrunched up, blissed out face and your pussy creaming on his shaft, has he himself cumming inside you, painting your walls with cum, white like seafoam. He’s rutting into you for a few last pumps, and crying into the valley of your breasts. Despite the sun burning into the skin of your back, you’re certain you see stars. 

You’re breathing each other in, foreheads pressed together as you recover and smelling the stench of salt and vigor. Seungcheol is still enchanted by you, your beauty, your voice, and he’s trying to capture your lips in a kiss, when you snap your head, almost startled, and peering out to a quarry of rocks at the end of the beach. Seungcheol is still feigning for your lips, thumbs rubbing circles in your waist, when he asks you: “Are ye okay? Ye hear sumthin?” 

“No,” you breathed, hesitantly ripping your eyes from the rock. You smile at him, and he leans in and you let him, but only for a peck. You’re pulling away, even when he chases your lips and whines. You giggle, suddenly slipping his dick out of you and laughing even harder when he bends over from the sensitivity. 

“Come back, Y/n,” he cries softly and you’re falling standing up in the sand, just in front of the water, beautiful and stark naked and glowing in the sun. “You come to me,” you tease, but without hesitation Seungcheol scrambles to his feet to follow after you. He stops when he’s standing right in front of you again, eyes big and soulful and full of so much love for you. “I’m here,” he announces in a whisper.

“Come with me into the sea, Seungcheol,” you pout and bite your lip at him. “I can’t be here.” 

“But-” 

“No! It’s not safe up here. I have to go back in the water,” you make big eyes and run a hand up his big, muscular arm. “But you can come with.. My necklace can turn you into a mermaid, too..”

“Really?” he whispers, grabbing your hands and squeezing tight, simply overjoyed. He’s too dazed from his orgasm to realize what you’re asking him to leave behind. All he wants is you. You intertwine your fingers with his. 

“Yeah,” you take a step back into the white foaming water, and once again your necklace begins glowing, so intense that Seungcheol once more has to close his eyes. 

When they open again you’re lying in the water, still mostly out of it, and your bottom half is gone, replaced by the glittering scaly tail he saw before. You were so plump, so pretty, the way your tits bunched up in the sand.

“Help me, Seungcheol, push me into the water again,” you request weakly, arms flexing as you try to unstuck yourself from the sand that grabs at your heavy tail. “When will you turn me into a mermaid?” he asks innocently, leaning down to help drag you, still stark naked and pale body glowing in the sun. “Just- just when I’m back in the water,” you mewl, strained.

When you stop feeling the seafloor drag against your sensitive tail, you tug Seungcheol to you harshly. He falls next to you, panicked. “H-Hey!” 

He’s only gone under the surface for a moment, before he bops his head over the water, black hair sticking to his forehead. Spitting out the salty liquid, pouting. “That was mean,” he complains, treading in the shallow water. You giggle, thriving in the cool slick of the sea, having missed the way the water hugs you, how it caresses and kisses and loves. That was why you needed to pay it back. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you pout. “C’mere. Let me make it up to you.”

Seungcheol paddles himself into you and you hold him into your chest, his nose and eyelashes prodding softly at your skin. You sigh when he begins licking at the smooth skin, hands pawing your waist. 

“It’s such a shame,” you frown, looking at how pretty he is, as his plump, pink lips mouth at your nipple, lashes long and pretty over his downturned eyes. He hums questioningly, not stopping his ministrations on your chest. One moment you’re gently pulling the wetted dark locks behind his ear; the next you’re fastening your arms around him, and kicking your tail.

You’re underwater. Seungcheol flinches at the initial movement, then begins thrashing in your arms, when he registers that you’re underwater. You’re ignoring how painful, how strong his hands are when he punches and wriggles in your hold, only swimming deeper, deeper, deeper. The sunlight above, fragmented from the waves surface of the water becomes sparser. 

He’s even paler in the dark. You see him perfectly clear, tugging and kicking. Maybe there’s even a small hope in his chest - a hope, that this is just a little joke, and that just a moment from now, you’ll grab him by the hand and pull him back to the surface. That moment doesn’t come. Everytime he tries to push himself up, your hand is there to keep him down. 

It feels like forever, and it’s more painful than any other time you’ve done it. He’s humming groans from the lack of air and when he finally gives out to gasp for air, he chokes out the most haunting noise you’ve ever heard, bubbles trailing up from his newly-dead corpse. Finally he’s still against your chest. You pull him away with a deep frown and see his face, fully relaxed now and drained of color. You hold onto him by his shoulders, hoping to memorize his face, hoping to remember him. 

Then you’re releasing him and he floats downwards, hair dragging upwards, almost as if reaching for you. 

He’s just another rock in the sand, you try to tell yourself, as his body is cast away to the deepest, darkest quarters of the ocean. But it doesn’t feel that way. As you swim away, humming your siren song and reverberating in the dark, bottomless depths, you can’t help but feel that this time, your victim was not just a sandcorn; he was a bright, shining pearl. 

[dante-mightdie]

I gotta know would you be willing to talk about dragon!price, and princess!reader (maybe knight!reader?)

Just him keeping his pretty princess lock up along piles of jewels and gold, putting up with their whining about how he never lets them have any fun, he just wants to keep you safe :((

Dragon!price keeps you practically like a pet with specific outside times during the mornings, and having you on your knees by his feet so he can blow smoke in your face while he cuts coins from his many pillages-

Don't worry though when he eventually gets sick of your bored whining, he stuffs you so full of his thick cock that you can hardly breathe let alone think, mumbling how you'd be so pretty round with his hatchlings draped in fine jewelry and kept in a nest of silk,

He'd treat you so well when you get over the kidnapping, letting you play with the tip of his soft scaly tail, or letting you grab onto his horns while he ruins your sex ;))

Even better knight!gaz coming to save you only to get taken in as another pretty pet for the possessive dragon, gaz would just look so ethereal in chains of gold and gems,

Price letting his two prized possessions (gaz and reader) fuck each other silly while he watches with a cigar curled in his paw,

Meow

-as always much love

Sins ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

I just finished work and this is finger licking good omg

absolutely wasn’t even going to take you but when he saw you stomping your feet at your knights for not being able to stop this mean old dragon from stealing all the gold from your village, he had to snatch you up

huffs out a laugh every time you snap at him for kidnapping you, telling him that your knights will save you. silly little princess doesn’t even realise that you’re his now. no one is coming to save you so just come and curl up in his lap whilst he hibernates <3

coos at how pretty you are sat in his big pile of gold and jewels, pretty lingerie barely covering you as you pout. you whine and tell him how horrible he is, how mean and cruel whilst he pumps his fingers into your tight cunt and makes you squirt all over his lap

“mean? maybe I should take back all these nice gifts I got jus’ for you, treasure…” he grumbles in your ear, tucking you under his wing and hiding his smirk when you curl into his warm chest

calls you a spoilt brat and bends you over his lap when you try to escape or throw one of his gifts back in his face, big paws bruising your backside as you sob and beg him to please stop, that you’ll be good for him

he knows you’re all bark and no bite, you just like to press his buttons when he doesn’t give you any attention

it’s weeks before any knight from your village attempts to rescue you from big bad dragon!price

ends up being sweet, handsome gaz who got tired to seeing everyone pussy out every time they see the long and dangerous trek to the top of price’s mountain

doesn’t even make it to the cave entrance before he’s being knocked onto his ass by price, one big paw gripping his jaw as he stares into kyle’s eyes

“well, well… aren’t you a pretty thing?” he’d growl before scooping him up and flying him to the top of the mountain and tossing him in front of you

“got you anotha present, sugar…” he huffs before stalking over to his hibernation spot

[fire-lizard-ro]

Bottom Dragon Dan Heng

Bet you didn't expect THIS, huh?

I feel like there's barely been HSR smut recently, so I did it myself. >:D))

CW: DP (technically in two holes- you'll see-), top reader, bottom character, non-human anatomy (for my dear Dan Heng), knots (Dan Heng's), fucking a hole you probably didn't expect me to say you're fucking, belly bulge and a tiiiiiny bit of cumflation~ <333 (like it's only a little bit of a bulge left over), mention of crying, hair/horn pulling, usage of the word "slut" exactly once, only a tiny mention of dirty talk (I'm now realizing I don't really do dialogue in these...)

GN reader.

Cock is interchangabe with strap and I mentioned that... And I say cum for the reader, but also mention that it can be fake cum for a strap.

You know I REALLY tried holding off so I could finish making myself write down all my Aeon stuff, but dragon Dan Heng is still very much so stuck in my mind.

So whoopsie here's yet another ramble session from Roro about nefarious things I think about this scaly bitch (affectionate).

So uh- This is written as x reader(s) because ye, but when I was having whore-knee thoughts it was more like I thought it up in a daydream of me somehow scoring Dan Heng, Blade, and Jing Yuan and watching those three have at it. hA-

A n y w a y s -

One of the only times I write top reader(s), lmfao. Since I prefer bottom reader content, but top reader is also smeggsy sometimes.

NSFW:

Okay so for this, you're gonna have to be two people sometimes, I guess foijeo- Maybe you and your bestie like sharing or something.

But like.... bottom dragon Dan Heng who gets fucked in the ass and has a cock/strap in his internal cock sheath thing. I mean- It is a slit... That just so happens to have two cocks in it... Just slide on in and make it three. This could also be only you fucking him this way while shoving a dildo/plug in his ass. But something about the idea of watching him get stretched out on two cocks that had been fucking him is hot.

Watch the way his belly bulges out from your thick cock and listen to how he sobs from the stretch he feels in both of his holes. Dan Heng would likely never admit it, but he loves it when you fuck his sheath- When you put yourself in the hole he had never considered before. It's already slick on the inside naturally to keep his cocks from chafing. And it's so tight from there being two cocks in there.

He was hesitant when you first brought it up, not having thought about it before and worrying that it would hurt or just not work out- After all, this was not a hole that was supposed to be fucked. But he was ultimately curious, as it is in his nature. At least I think. After all, he does manage the archives and seems to know a lot about various subjects.

But once he tries it? Fuck there's no going back from there. He was used to you shoving your tongue in there or even gliding fingers through the slick of his internal sheath and feeling around his cocks while they were inside... But this was a whole different ball game. His tail would be thumping against the bed while you gently finger the slit of his sheath's opening. One, two... then three and even four fingers. Just in case. You don't wanna hurt your pretty boy, after all. :((

Then you slick up the shaft of your dick/strap and ever-so-gently press the head inside along his two cocks that had popped out while you were fingering him. There's a gasp as he feels it stretch him out inside and he's panting while trying to get used to the new feeling.

But once he's adjusted and you've picked up the pace? He's letting out the prettiest choked out moans while you fold his legs up to his chest and fuck him hard, your hips slapping against his ass with every forward stroke. And he's likely whimper if you lean forward to mouth at those cute nipples of his. They look so lonely and nibble-able, you know? :((

(I am of the belief that EVERYONE deserves to have their nipples sucked. <333)

The way his tail twitches and spasms and even thrashes around from not being able to control it while he's getting fucked like a good, perfect slut- And then the way it wraps around your waist like he's trying to ground himself- Or maybe he's pulling you closer? Trying to get you deeper? God- Please tug on his tail, too. I'm not sure how well fucking his sheath from behind would work because of possible positioning of said sheath, but if you do? Please yank this man's tail to pull him back into your thrusts while you pin him down with a hand on the back of his head to shove him into the pillows. Better yet- Grip his hair, too, while you're at it. Or his horns/one of his horns. Use his horns to pull him into your hips as you make heavy thrusts into him.

And oh lord- When he cums? His knots and cocks swell which makes everything tighter and he's crying and writhing beneath you while calling out your name and pushing at your stomach because it's just too much- There's cum all over your belly and his and he looks so fucked out and his legs are shaking and his hips are jumping in little aborted thrusts to grind your cock inside him just a little more while he rides out his orgasm.

For my cock havers and my strap users (specifically those straps that you can use a pump with to pump stuff into your partner-):

I hope you can see my vision when I say he looks so pretty with cum squirting out of not only his dicks, but out of his shealth. The way his belly has a little bulge left over from how much you fucked into him- The way it squelches out from his slit, between his flagging cocks as they retreat into his internal pouch and more cum gushes out- And how he whimpers and whines and tears leak from his pretty eyes and he squirms while you push on his belly to force the cum out of his stuffed sheath.

It's just so pretty. :((

He's just so pretty. :((

Once again: I prefer top character and bottom reader stuff, but... Sometimes.... Ahaha- (If I were in that JingRenHeng poly relationship that I mentioned I was thinking of when I imagined this up, I'd love to watch those two do this to him... [screams])

I might have missed something/a few things because my mind was going wayyyyy faster than I can type (though I can type pretty fast...). So if I did and I remember later, I will put in an edit and post something to let people know it was added to.

I shall now go fucking die myself because who knew I'd be writing this and putting it where people can see it ahahahahfiosejg-

OH OH OH P.S. PLEASE TALK DIRTY TO HIM AND NIBBLE THOSE CUTE EARS OF HIS HE'LL GET SO RED THIS IS CANON TO ME.

[starandcloud]

Cuddling you

Dagur x reader Fluff

TW: Not really a trigger warning but this just how my disability affects me, not everyone has the same experiences

How To Train Your Dragon Mainlist

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The ship swayed slightly as you sat in bed and read. Today had been Hel on your knees if it wasn’t for Heartwreck, your dragon, you may not have made it back. The crew had made you warm tea and every few hours they brought you a warmed blanket, you were so lucky to have them; you never once took them for granted.

“Sweetheart..?”

A voice broke you from your train of thought, you smiled softly at the familiar face.

“Are you, alright? The crew told me that your kne-”

Dagur was cut off by Heartwreck’s growl as he stepped closer to you. The defensive growl made Dagur back up, the dragon next to you had her teeth bared and ready to attack. Your hand gently rested on her head, soothing her. The great dragon quieted down, her scaly body flumped against the floor, signaling that she was at rest. Dagur took a tentative step forward and slowly sat on the bed. The mattress sank under his weight and you could feel his hand slowly rubbing your legs through the blanket.

“Are you alright..?”

He asked again, his voice soft as his eyes flooded with worry, watched you.

“I’m alright,” you reassured, “just a bad leg day.”

You promised as you carefully took his hand. Little white scars covered his hands and you made sure to carefully swipe your thumb over each one.

“Are you alright?”

You asked, your eyes soft and kind as you watched him slowly relax.

“Yeah I just… was so worried. All anyone told me was that your legs gave out during a training thing and that you were in here and… fuck…”

He cursed, slowly growing closer to your lips. You felt his breath dance over your face when he cursed. His lips met yours in such a gentle way you almost would’ve thought you were dreaming if it wasn’t for the fact you felt his hand gently take yours and his fingers with your smaller ones. The kiss was soft and sweet, his other hand traveled up your body and gently held your face. His eyes poured into yours, they held such love and affection it made his stomach hurt with how much love he had for you.

“Do you want to lay with me..?”

You asked as you softly squeezed his hand.

“Of course but… won’t that hurt you..?” Dagur asked, worry etched into his features as you gently laughed.

“Not if we’re careful.”

You said, and thus started the game of comfortability. Dagur was so worried he’d hurt you that you had to bully him into anything. Eventually you ended up laying on your back with Dagur between your legs, his face buried in your stomach as you ran your fingers through his sunset hair. And that’s how you two stayed, even when day turned to dusk, you stay in each other's arms. Happily wasting the day away

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 10

Part 9 | part 11

↝a/n: it's officially been over a year since I started this series. That is just insane to me. Sorry it's taking me so long! Much love 🩷

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝Warning: possible spoilers, cannon events, throwing up, the 'demo'bats from the show, Steve getting hurt, cursing, blood, slightly proofread, pinning,

↝⎙ 6.13.24

You flopped on the ground, soaking wet and panting. Particles that resembled that of dead embers swirling up from a fire flew around, making you blink.

Nancy got to her feet, running towards Steve, who was struggling to breathe.

Two bat-like creatures were biting at his sides, another having its tail wrapped around his neck. He tried grabbing at them and at anything that could possibly help. You followed suit, seemingly having telepathic powers with how you two moved to do the same thing. Nancy picked up an oar right as you heard two thunks behind you.

Eddie cursed, moving to stand. He leaned against a boat, grabbing the other oar. He yelled your name, the wooden tool flying through the air, landing at your feet. You yanked it up, swinging at anything that let out a squeak.

Nancy wacked one of the squeaking creatures with the oar, causing it to fly away with a whine. “Hey, there.” She leaned over Steve's body, and he registered that there were other people. That you all jumped in after him.

Nancy's arms moved automatically, swinging every which way, at anything that was coming toward her.

Robin ran to stand on the tail that was choking Steve.

Eddie stood, not knowing what to do. It was all so overwhelming. All the weight of the last few days sat on his chest like an elephant. A whisper of his name had his eyes focusing on you, blinking quickly as you ran towards him. He didn't have time to register you swinging at his head until he was pushed back, a wail ringing on his ear as one of Satan's spawns flopped at his feet.

He straightened his head, turning towards the other group. “Nancy! Behind you! Watch out!” At Eddie's exclamation, you turned, seeing one attach itself into the back of her neck. She yelled, dropping her oar. Yours fell out of your hand, and you were right at her side, yelling and pulling at the slimy yet scaly body.

“Oh my god, Nancy!" Robin tried helping you, pulling and prying.

“Get it off of me!” Nancy shrieked.

Eddie picked up the oar you dropped, hitting anything that was flying.

Steve ripped the tail from his neck, moving to sit up.

Nancy fell forward on her knees as her neck was finally freed. Your grip loosened, letting Robin have full control as she slammed the thing into the ground over and over.

Eddie used the broken part to stab, yelling as he impaled one in the air.

Steve threw his against the grind, until he put his foot on its upper body, ripping its tail from its body. He panted, throwing the tail somewhere, before spitting out blood. You looked Nancy over, your eyes moving to Robin, frantically searching her for any injury, doing it quickly so she- or anyone- wouldn't see you. She caught your eye, heaving.

“Fuck!”

“Steve!” Nancy frantically made her way to Steve, “oh, my god.”

“ Jesus H. Christ!” Eddie's oar clattered to the ground as he began pacing around.

“ Are you okay?” Nancy gawked at Steve's body, noticing every injury. She gasped, as he moved his hand from his side.

“Well, they took about a pound of flesh, but other than that, yeah, never better.”

You stepped closer to Robin, inspecting the bat in front of her.

“ Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?”

“What?”

It's just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should probably get you to a doctor really soon because once the symptoms set in, it's too late. You're already, like, dead." Robin's breathing became shallow.

You quickly stood, grabbing her face. Maybe it was to comfort her, or yourself-as your hands were shaking against her cheeks. “Robin. Robin, he doesn't have rabies.” Your voice was soft, yet stern. She stared into your eyes, switching between them with her own doe eyes. The other three watched, until a loud squawking echoed in the distance behind you. You dropped her face, turning toward the sound.

More bats flew toward you, stopping around where you fell through the glowing gate.

“Aright, there’s not that many.” The bats began this awful screeching, ringing in your head like a headache.

“We can take ‘em. Right?”

More screeching came from the distance, where the bats had flown from. “You were saying?” Robin glanced at you. You didn’t dare look in her direction.

Nancy frantically looked around, “The wood. Come on.” She began running, Steve and Eddie in tow.

Robin sighed, “Great. More running.”

“I should’ve stayed with the kids.” you said quietly, only loud enough for Robin to hear, before running toward the wood. If Nance had heard you, she would never let it go. Even if you did help save her from bats. It wouldn’t matter in the end.

After running like your life depended on it- probably because it did-, Nancy noticed a rock, quickly realizing it was Skull Rock. She halted, pointing at the rock for Steve and Eddie to go ahead and get under. When Robin caught up, Nancy searched behind her, “Y/n, c’mon!” You didn’t hear her. Your focus was on the ground and making your feet move.

You all huddled under the rock, trying to catch your breath, but it didn’t do any good. Your hands squeezed at the flesh of your thighs in your crouched position. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let your head fall against the rock behind you. You gave no min to the tingling it caused.

You could hear the bats stop- or at least move far enough away. Robin stood, moving from under the rock, exhaling, “Oh, okay. That was close.”

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice broke, “too close.”

Rapidly blinking, you lifted yourself up, catching Steve losing his balance and leaning against one of the rock walls out of the corner of your eye. “Oh, sh-shit.”

Nancy turned, “Steve? Jesus…” She leapt forward, looking at his wounds.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” he whispered, not wanting to worry anyone.

“No, no. No, you’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit. Alright?”

Steve grunted, but obliged, his body dropping against the hard round. Nancy squatted in front of him. He moved his hand that was covering his side. Blood coated his hands, and trailed from his wound to under his waistband. Robin gasped, Steve grunted, and Nancy internally panicked.

You, on the other hand, felt sick. Your eyes were glued to where the blood was gushing out, your empty stomach feeling like it would come up as a whole any second.

Nancy ripped the bottom of her shirt, as Robin kneeled at Steve’s side. “Okay, so the good news is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies, but if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms, or you start feeling aggressive-like you wanna punch me or something-you should totally let me know.”

“Robin?”

“Yeah?” She looked at him, worry clear in her eyes.

“I kinda wanna punch you.”

Robin laughed, “Sense of humor still intact. That’s a good sign.”

You silently made your way out of the opposite end of the rock, walking away from the others. Sinking to your knees, you began heaving. You tried to be as quiet as possible, as to not alert anyone.

“Where’s Y/n?” Nancy looked around, not seeing you. She locked eyes with Robin, silently asking her to find you. As Nancy stood and began walking around the rock, Nancy glanced up at Steve, before she wrapped the torn shirt around his waist.

“Y/n?” Robin knew you couldn’t have gone too far. Coming around the corner, she saw you hunched over. You were dry heaving, leaning against a much smaller rock. She quickened her pace, dropped beside you. “Oh, y/n.” She whispered, grabbing the hair that was falling in your face, pulling it into a make-shift ponytail.

When you were done, you wiped your mouth, although nothing had actually come out. You fell back, sitting on your knees, as Robin undid the loose ponytail you had thrown your hair in, trying not to pull at the knots the water had created. She threw your hair in a messy ponytail, just to get it out of your face. It wasn’t at all flattering, but you really couldn’t care less. You both sat in silence for a minute. You sighed, wiping sweat off your forehead.

“God-sorry.” the embarrassment hit you as you motioned to where you had been hunched over.

Robin only shook her head. “It’s no problem. One of us was bound to throw up soon. I mean, did you see Steve? Gross. I’m just glad it wasn’t me.” She offered a little humor behind her words. You could only offer a small, amused smile in return, before your attention was brought to Eddie, who had made his way onto a rock, looking into the eerie sky.

“So, uh…this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much.” Nancy answered Eddie, helping Steve walk. Eddie pursed his lips, starting to step down. “Wait! Watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.”

Eddie froze, “It’s all a what?”

Robin offered her hand for you when she had stood up, but something inside you made you shake your head, offering a thankful smile. You got to your feet, stepping away from her.

Steve answered Eddie, “All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They’re, like, one or something. You step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

“Shit.” Eddie tried walking down the rock, avoiding the vines.

Robin walked forward, away from the awkward air you had created. “But everything from our world is still her, right? Except people, obviously?”

Nancy nodded, “As far as I understand it, yeah.”

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate?”

Steve glanced at the girl, “yeah, I highly doubt the Hawkins PD had grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.”

Eddie jumped off the rock, landing with a thud. “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns - plural- in your bedroom?”

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin grinned, thankful for the woman at the moment. You felt the same sick feeling in your stomach, but for a different reason than before.

Nancy ignored her, “A Russian Makarov and a revolver.”

Steve stepped forward, right by Nancy to whisper in her ear, “Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.”

Nancy turned to him, a playful tint in her eyes, “You nearly deserved it.”

Eddie chunked his vest at Steve’s bare chest, ruining whatever tension that was building in Steve and Nancy’s little bubble.

“For your modesty, dude.”

A sudden rumbling of the ground had everyone stop talking. You tripped over your feet, moving to the left to avoid landing on a vine, but ended up landing on somebody else, causing a domino effect. Robin caught her breath from under you, her hot breath fanning against your ear. A mean growl sounded from the distance.

“It sounded like a dinosaur.”

“Don’t…even.” Eddie glared at you from under Robin, moving his legs, that half of your body landing on, to kick you, no bite behind it. Truly, he wouldn’t doubt there was some kind of dinosaur creature lurking. He didn't appreciate the teasing. “Guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.”

“Yeah, me too.” Robin puffed.

You stood, offering your hand to Robin this time. She stared at it, seemingly understanding that this was your silent attempt at apologizing for earlier. She took your hand, taking your apology in the process.

Eddie wiped the sweat from the palms, before taking your outstretched hand.

“So, what are we waiting for?” Steve threw the vest on, grabbing his flashlight, and began leading the way.

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Kinktober Day 24: Monster Fucking(Shout At The Devil)

warnings/kinks: smuttiness, slight dub-con, monster fucking, devil trigger fucking, mentions of breeding pairings: DT!Vergil x Fem!Reader word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

It all started when you first saw that side of him while he was fighting devils with his brother. You couldn’t help but be even more intrigued by Vergil than previously. The man was already such an enigma to you, but it never stopped you from wanting to learn more about him and to love him even more. But to see him like this, it was an entirely different experience. You found yourself admiring him a little longer, and you tried to get a good idea of what this new form meant. You were sure he’s had this form for a while, but this was something so new for you.

And when you mentioned it, Vergil put an end to your fantasies. He wouldn’t show you that form. He would only use it to protect you and that would be the only time you saw him in that way. It’s not that he is ashamed, he just doesn’t know if he could handle triggering in front of you and trying his best not to breed you. The thought of having a lover while he is in that form, it drives him so insane.

It wasn’t long when you finally chipped away at him. Eventually, Vergil agreed to give you a closer look. You were to sit on the bed and he would devil trigger in front of you. You could look, but you were strictly not allowed to touch at all. You struggled with keeping your hands to yourself, but you couldn’t deny the arousal you felt as you watched him turn into this monster. 

“You’re beautiful,”

Vergil steps back, “That’s irrelevant. Are you pleased with your research now?” He was clearly annoyed with what was going on. He didn’t want you to get too comfortable with this side of him. It was a side meant to protect you, after all.

You couldn’t believe the sound of his voice. It caused you to shudder, and you knew you had to have him in an intimate way. You crawl over to him on the bed, and he backs up once more. He doesn’t want you to get too close. He’s seconds away from losing his composure and pressing you onto that mattress to breed you. In this form, you smell even more divine. He can hear your heart pounding in your little chest.

“That’s enough,”

In a flash of energy, he reverts to his human form once more. You are a little disappointed, but you know you’ll have to be patient with him. Clearly there is something going on here that he isn’t explaining to you, and you were determined to find out. So you set out to test his patience with you every time he triggered in front of you.

In the long run, you were very successful with your attempts. Vergil became accustomed to letting you touch him while he was in that form. It didn’t help his building need to breed you, but he soon figured out he liked it when your little hands caressed his scaly skin. His tail often carefully wrapped around you and pulled you closer. It felt like he could really protect you, though he was starting to get a little too close to losing his resolve.

And one night, he snaps. You just smell so good, and Vergil knows you are ovulating. He figures this would be the perfect time to breed you. Though the thought of having another child frightens him, his want to breed was ever consuming. It started as this little ball inside of him, but now it took over every part of his body and his mind. He wanted–no he needed you. It would consume him even more if he didn’t have his fill of your sweet little human body.

“Get on the bed,” he commands. You climb onto the bed and soon, you’re being shoved onto your hands and knees.

Vergil takes no time to trigger in front of you. You swallow hard at the creature in front of you. It was the love of your life, but he was so different like this. Vergil is quick to get onto the bed with you, the whole frame cracking beneath you. You squeal as the bed shifts more, and then the whole thing just collapses. Vergil scoffs at this, but it is soon forgotten. The smell of your arousal fills the air.

And it is just invading all his senses. As much as he knows he needs to ease you into this, he won’t have much logic left. It’ll all be replaced by lust, and he will be pounding you into this mattress. Oh, the thought of it alone is just too much for him to handle.

You shudder as you feel his claws scraping against your skin. The danger of it all is really what has you thrilled, though the size of his girth was something else. It left you both wanting but also terrified of how it would even manage to fit. Vergil softly moans something under his breath, and you feel him parting your ass cheeks. 

“So slick, so wet. I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time.”

You squirm under his touch, only making him that much more excited to feel you from the inside. And it feels so good when the head of his enormous cock prods your tiny little hole. He takes a few minutes to really tease you, making sure you’re sufficiently wet. Though he believes you might not truly ever be ready for this.

A strangled sound comes from him as he begins pushing into you, and you can feel every inch stretching you out. You’re panting and whining as the pleasure builds so immensely, and your walls begin clenching all around him even before he is halfway through. Your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm washes over you. Vergil chuckles as he feels you cumming from him thrusting into you alone.

“Well well,” he says, “I guess you can take me.”

[tiredmamaissy]

Forgive Me

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Part II

Characters: jake sully x na’vi reader x neteyam sully

Warnings: pure filth, dark/mean dom jake, hurt/soft dom nete, public sex, rough sex, profanity, squirting

Word Count: 3k [i swore to myself that i was gonna make this short smh]

Author's Note: this is fucked up but writing this had my heart racing, so it is what it is. i love you nete, i'm sorry.

Tags: @b-ritney , you better stop what you're doing because it's out loool (ty for the reblog btw) @jakexneytiri baby hope you enjoy plus everyone who wanted it to be a lil longer

based on this and this

"Take me here." you blurt out, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help it.

"What?" Neteyam breathes, wide eyes watching you back up against the tree.

"Just take me right here. I - I can’t wait any longer" you huff quietly, eagerly untying the knot on your loincloth.

Neteyam looks around, scanning the forest to see if anyone is nearby to witness you stripping. He catches sight of his father, far in the distance sharpening his hunting knife.

"Are you fucking crazy?" he whispers harshly, grabbing your hand that’s so desperately trying to rip your soaked loincloth off you. “My father is right there!”

"So? I need you now." you pant, pulling him in by the arm.

"So? So? So I can’t fuck you here” he leans in to rasp the words, pulling you away from the tree into his chest.

"Fuck. Neteyam. Maybe I should go and ask your father to fuck me since you’re so concerned about him." you hiss, peering up into his eyes.

Neteyam grabs your other wrist, binding them both together in one hand, hard enough to bruise your silken skin. He pushes you back against the scaly tree, pinning your hands above your head. He’s inches away from your face, panting hot air into your face.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he mutters, shoving his knee in between your legs, applying pressure to your needy little cunt.

You can’t help but giggle, pleased with yourself that you know exactly how to get what you want, when you want.

"Haah... I said" you pant, "I said, maybe I should get your dad to fuc-"

Neteyam yanks you towards him once more, spinning you around to shove your face against the tree. He tugs down his loincloth just enough for his painfully rock hard cock to slap right between your wet pussy lips.

"This is what you want?" he thrusts between your folds a few times before lining his cockhead up with your dripping entrance. "Hm? Then take it." he pants into the shell of your ear, slamming his cock inside you. "Take every fucking inch of it." he groans lowly, staying deep inside your cunt - jabbing his swollen cockhead into your cervix.

"F-fuck!" You cry out, walls of your heat clamping around him, trying so desperately to stretch out enough for his fat cock.

A hand flies up to cup your mouth. "Shush, you desperate little thing. Wanting me to fuck you in broad daylight, right in front of my fucking father. Yeah?" he grunts quietly, setting a merciless pace right off the bat.

Your muffled, filthy cries and whimpers only rile him up more, making him pound into your slippery, tight cunt.

Fuck, does it feel good.

"Mmmph! Mmm!" You moan, thrashing your head to get out of his grip.

"Fuck. Don't fight me, baby. I thought you wanted this?" he growls lowly, digging his fingers into your cheeks, "Hush up and take it."

You're so fucking close, you just need him to go a little deeper... a little harder. You arch your back, trying to angle his cockhead to jam right into your sweet spot, all on your own. But all he's doing is teasing you, brushing against it ever so slightly.

It's driving you crazy.

"Look at you squirming around, trying to make yourself cum." he thrusts right into your sweet spot. "Yeah, I know exactly where it is. But, oh sweetheart. You'll have to fucking earn it, won't you?" he pants, plunging two fingers into your mouth.

This how he likes to play. He'll act all sweet, and considerate, and the moment you do something - say something to piss him off he's quick to put you in your fucking place. Then he'll tease, and tease you, taking joy in watching you squirm around as you try to make him fuck you out right. Making you beg him to fuck you faster - harder, all so you can cover his cock with your cum.

Fuck. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me harder!" you squeal, biting down onto his fingers.

"Sst!" he yanks his fingers out your mouth, "Shut it. You're so fucking needy. So fucking noisy." he growls deeply, manhandling your hips to drill his cock deep inside you.

"That’s no way to talk to a lady. Thought I taught ya better than that, son" Jake interrupts, arms crossed over his chest, leg propped up on a large tree stump.

"Shit. I - I" Neteyam stutters, frozen - cock still buried deep inside you.

You hide your flushed face into your arms, mortified that the Olo'eyktan has caught you two in the act - in public at that.

"Oh, sweetheart. Is my boy not treating ya right?" he clicks his tongue, trying to have a good luck at your face.

"Sir, I - I can explain." Neteyam starts pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly.

"No - no. Go ahead, son. Let's see if you've learned anything that I've been tryna drill into that goddamn head of yours." Jake snaps, taking a seat on the tree stump, gesturing for him to continue.

Was his father really telling him to fuck you? In front of him? The thought of the Olo'eyktan watching you get fucked out only made the blood pump in your veins harder, making you even more flushed... even more aroused. You'd never admit it, but you'd always had a thing for his father. Who wouldn't? A warrior with that much power and strength. Your thighs rubbed together at the mere thought, just as Neteyam slides back inside of you.

Fuck, are we really doing it? You look behind you, shock plastered on your face.

"'m sorry, love." Neteyam whispers in your ear as he pumps his cock in and out of you. He couldn't disobey his fathers orders - he would never dare.

He thrusts into you languidly, keeping his hands frozen on your hips, gaze locked onto anything but the spectator - the judge. You're afraid to make a peep, covering your own mouth as he gently grazes past the swell of your g-spot. Perhaps it was the audience, but Neteyam seemed to have stage fright. He went from pinning you against the tree, plunging two fingers in your mouth and pounding sweet squelching noises out your pussy to - well, this.

"Go on boy. Fuck her like you were before. No need to hold back 'cause of your old man." Jake chuckles, eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts.

Neteyam's hips pick up speed, rutting into you a little faster - a little harder. Little moans make their way up your throat and you try your best to hold them in, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your bottom lip.

Thrust. Right into your sweet spot.

"Oh f-fuck!" your eyes pop open, looking the Olo'eyktan directly in the face as you let loose a strained moan. Neteyam's covers your mouth once more, not wanting anyone else but him to hear your pathetic, filthy, little noises. You can't help but rub your thighs together, arching your back so that he can tickle that sensitive spot deep in your cunt again - all while you stare into his father's eyes.

Jake props his elbows on his knees, face resting in his hand as he holds eye contact with you. It's as if he were asking you for permission to fuck you properly - to fuck you how a real warrior should. You stare at Jake, teardrops crashing onto Neteyam's hand that cups your mouth, silently telling him 'please' as you squirm around trying to make yourself cum. Your eyes fall to the bulge between his legs, earning you a little sly smirk from his father.

Shit. What am I doing? Your eyes flutter before tearing away from the sight of his clothed, growing cock.

"Hands off her mouth, boy. What the hell are you thinking? You tryna suffocate the poor girl?" Jake waves his hand at his son as he gets up, an expression of dissatisfaction smothered on his face.

"Sorry, sir." Neteyam breathes, hand falling back to your hip.

He walks slowly over to you and leans into your face, inches away from your lips. "Are you feeling good, babygirl?" he asks huskily, his predatory eyes boring into yours.

"I - I, uh. Y-yes" you squeak, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't seem that way, sweetheart. You've been squirming around tryna make yourself cum." he whispers, inching his mouth closer and closer to your ear. "I can help you with that." he whispers before pulling back to look into your eyes once more.

Your eyes frantically search his, brows pinched together and mouth slightly parted - an expression of desperation. You wanted to cum so badly. You wanted him to make you cum so badly. But you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it, not with Neteyam here - with Neteyam still inside you like this. You bat your eyes a few times, breath becoming raggedy. Jake smiles, taking this as your way of saying 'fuck me, please'.

"Alright." Jake stands, huffing out a sigh as if he were about to do some charity work. "Looks like I'm gonna have to show ya. Move out the way." he orders.

Neteyam grinds his teeth, hard enough he may actually chip one. He looks at his father, then down to you with defeat in his eyes. He knew he didn't have a choice here, but that didn't take away the feelings pulsing through his veins, the green flame of envy in his chest - the blood bubbling in his heart. Reluctantly, he pulls out of you and steps back, eyes locked onto his feet.

"N-nete?" you whine quietly, eyes bulging from the sight of his father taking his position behind you.

"Sorry, love." he mutters, retreating to the tree stump.

You watch as Jake quickly shifts his loincloth to the side, unsheathing his massive cock. If your eyes could pop out of your head anymore, they would. You stare at his hung cock in awe, covered in blue prominent stripes with a thick mushroomy head. He's easily a few inches bigger than Neteyam. You gulp down a wad of spit, quickly turning to face the tree once again, squeezing your eyes as you prepare yourself to be ripped into two.

"Easy. I'll take my time with you, sweet thing." he whispers low in your ear.

He clears his throat. "First." he projects his voice, "you need to get her into a comfortable position. If you wanna pin her against a tree, you gotta have her facing ya." he spins you around, bringing you face to face with him.

"Then, you gotta put her leg around ya. Like this." he huffs, hoisting one leg around his hip. "Feel okay, sweetheart?"

"Mm-mhm." you mumble, feeling something thick press between the folds of your pussy.

"Good. See, boy?" Jake raises his brows, "then, you enter her. Slowly. You can't just ram it in."

You look over at Neteyam, elbows on his knees as he hangs his head low, peering up at you through his brows. He's visibly fighting the urge to lash out at his father, or was it... the urge to cry? It's hard to tell. But the more his eyes water, is the more difficult it becomes to keep looking Neteyam in the eye.

But you can't look away.

You feel Jake's bottom lip brush against your ear. "Ready?" he whispers, rubbing his tip against your entrance - lubricating it with your thick slick. You nod slightly, still staring at Neteyam, who watches as your eyes widen, brows pinch and jaw drops when his father slowly slides himself inside of you.

Your hand flies to your open mouth, hoping to muffle your tiny, strained whimpers as his cock stretches you out.

"No need to be quiet with me, babygirl." Jake whispers, rubbing your thigh that's holding tightly onto his hip. "Lemme know if you need a minute, okay?"

Allowing your hand to fall from your mouth, you pant "o-okay. I need... a minute."

"Alright. You're okay." he hums, waiting patiently for you to adjust to his sheer size. "See, son? Their comfort comes first."

Neteyam lets out a silent sigh, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. The sight crushed his heart.

Jake feels your walls relax around his cock - your body's way of telling you it's ready to be fucked once more. All he does is quirk his brows, silently asking you if you're ready for him to fuck you good - fuck you right. Another hasty nod grants him permission.

"Now watch, boy." he commands, angling his hips from the get-go, prodding his mushroomy head right against your sweet spot. "It's about the angle of your hips. Got it? So when you... thrust ...fuck 'em... thrust ... they can't help but moan your-"

"Ugh fuck, Jake! Sorry, I - I mean... sir." you whimper.

"...name." he smiles, "It's alright sweetie, you can call me Jake."

Neteyam can no longer look, not even at you. He hated seeing your face screw with pleasure, all from his own father's thrusts. He hangs his head low, listening to your broken whimpers and whines that you tried so desperately to keep to a minimum. You couldn't help it though, your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his cock it made it hard to deny how good he's making you feel.

"And when you feel 'em clenching around you? that's when you fuck right..." he shifts his pelvis once more, angling his cockhead right into your sweet spot, "...here."

"Holyy shit!" you let loose a high pitched, lengthy whimper.

He chuckles breathily. "and that's when you pick up your speed, boy." Jake begins pounding into you, fucking the air right out of your lungs.

It's like a fire had been set in your lower back, pooling towards your pelvis to set your nerves on fire with it. You try your hardest not to cum, doing everything in you not to succumb to his insistent, relentless thrusts. But you couldn't help it - oh fuck, it was the best pounding you've gotten in your entire existence. Your pussy walls can't help but clamp around him, just as you feel his hand slide down to your clit.

"Oh, and son? Don't forget to give some love to this little nub here." he gives your clit one, quick swipe with his fingers, sending you over the edge.

"Fuck! Cumming!" you cry out suddenly, head slumping into Jake's chest as your cunt flutters helplessly around his cock.

"There we go. You're alright, sweetie." Jake holds onto you closely, waiting for you to come down from your high. "See that, boy?" Jake raises his voice, looking over at Neteyam. He's got his head buried in his hands now, ears flattened and shoulders slumped. Jake scoffs at the sight. "Not looking, I see. That's why nothing gets through that thick head of yours." he huffs, growing more and more pissed off.

"This boy ever make you squirt, sweetheart?" he hums, carrying you over to the large tree stump.

You're too fucked out to answer. Cock still buried deep inside you, every step he takes feels like a jolt of electricity surging though your spine. Little mewls part your lips, as you try your best to cling on to him for dear life.

"Ah. You're not gonna answer me either?" he clicks his tongue in disappointment, suddenly pulling out of you. "I'll take that as a no. Such a shame." he shakes his head, plopping you down on the ground right at Neteyam's feet. He yanks you up on all fours, hung cock pressing firmly between your folds once more.

"Watch me this time, Neteyam. I won't repeat myself again, boy." Jake scolds him, lining up his tip with your entrance.

You look up, to be met with watery, rage filled eyes, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. "Oh, Nete. D-don't cry." you hiccup, climbing up on his knees, face inches away from his. "I - I'm sorry, my love." you apologize, but not for being so loud and getting yourself into this position, [lol] but for how good a cock that isn't his is making you feel.

His eyes flutter in response, blinking out a few tears that were blurring his vision of you. He feels you grip onto his knees, digging your nails into them as Jake sinks his cock slowly inside of you once more. You grit your teeth, much like he is his, and struggle to hide in your expressions just how good his father is making you feel.

"I - I love you nete." it slips out just as jakes mushroomy head kisses your poor, bruised cervix. "'m s-so sorry"

Jake's only getting more pissed off with the two of you. "Yeah? You're gonna be sayin' you love me by the time 'm done with ya, sweet little thing." Jake groans in your ear, slamming into you so hard he winds you.

"Ahh haah, ngh f-fuck, Nete!” you stare into his teary eyes as you reach out for him, “Please f-forgive me” you pant, stars blurring your vision. Neteyam's dead silent, closing his eyes once more, feeling your little dainty fingers grip him tightly.

"Quiet." Jake spits, getting upset that you're moaning his son's name instead of his.

It was quite silly, really. Jake had Neytiri, and you were his son's mate yet he had the strongest urge to make you his little bitch. To fuck you so hard he'd ruin you for any other man - even if it's his son. Once again, he feels the quick, brief flutter of your pussy walls around him, right before they clench around his cock.

"Look. Look at her, son. Look at how her body responds to me when I fuck into her like this." Jake growls, slamming into you so hard that you’re swollen lips brush against Neteyam's. "This is how a real warrior is supposed to fuck, got it?"

"I love you. I do. I-I really do love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so- oh fuck!" you let loose a high-pitched squeal, clawing at his hand.

Neteyam's eyes pop open. He can’t bring himself to answer because he’s too busy watching your face screw into that same filthy face you make right before you cum. And oh boy, did that make his heart throb.

Jake gives you one hard thrust, right into that fucked out little sweet spot of yours, making you shake uncontrollably as you gush all over your legs, making a pool of your own cum at Neteyam's feet.

"Got it, boy?!" Jake shouts, thrusting into you a final time, slumping you over into Neteyam's lap before pulling out of you roughly.

"Yes sir…" he grimaces, watching your lifeless body collapse into his lap.

"Good. See to this mess." Jake spits as he quickly fixes his loincloth, leaving you behind for Neteyam to clean up.

-

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[meloarto-me]

i'm just going to put this here as a reminder for the pt.2 of my request hehe...

(don't mind me :)) )

I remember just having to think about how to write it.

Part. 2 Fishmen live action x Human Reader

(Sorry for any mistakes, I'm still accepting orders, the inbox is open.)

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

Arlong🦈💜

He didn't count how long it's been since you disappeared, a month? a year? he didn't know (two months had passed). He had even forgotten a little about you.

He went with Kuroobi and Chuu to one of the ships near Cocoyasi Island to take money from them.

That was Arlong's main plan, but once he boarded the ship. He froze in place. There you were, on board! Shocked, he stood on the deck of the sailor ship and looked at you.

He saw you but wasn't sure if it was really you, you had the same skin tone, your hair the same although longer than he remembered. And those eyes that he would recognise anywhere.

Kuroobi and Chuu took care of the rest of the sailors and left you to Arlong alone. The mighty purple fisherman walked towards you confidently. you were not afraid, it impressed him now.

He came up and stood in front of you, grabbed your neck and growled.

-You stupid man! Where have you been!-he shouted in your face.

He continued to aggressively squeeze your neck, the wet hand squeezing your neck gave a strange contrast to the choking. You had to admit that this was new and even enjoyable.

-I'll show you an escape!!!- he shouts and squeezes your neck harder.

You are overcome by darkness and lose consciousness.

You wake up after some time, in a strange dark room. You sit down on the bed, strange you were on a ship and now in some room on a bed.

You quickly look under the covers and are glad to see that you are fully dressed. A gentle smile adorns your face.

-What are you smiling about,‖ a sharp voice asks you from across the room.

You lift your gaze and see the door open and in it a powerful figure. you retreat further back into the wall on the bed.

-Now are you afraid of me (Reader)?- asks the voice and the figure enters closing the door behind him.

You look more closely at the figure who walks towards the bed you are on.

-Arlong?- you ask shocked, you didn't think he wanted to kidnap you.

-Yes silly man it is me- He replies sitting down on the bed.

His heaviness causes the bed to collapse into him.

You look at him in shock, tilting your head to the side. Not knowing why he kidnapped you.

-Come here stupid man.- he orders you aggressively.

You see that he is holding something in his hand, you swallow your saliva nervously, slowly on your knees you approach him. You notice that the bed is very comfortable.

Arlong grabs you by the hair and pulls you closer to him.

-You are so stupid… Did you run away from me? You are just like the rest. But…-

He stops and moves his scaly thumb across your lips.

-I have a little weakness for you, and I'll take advantage of the fact that I've always wanted a pet-

He says and squeezes your face in his free hand.

-You are fit to be my pet. - He laughs letting go of your face.

Not knowing what he means you look at him with curious eyes. He opens the hand in which he was holding something earlier and you see the collar. He laughs at you.

-It's temporary, you'll have with my name later,- he says and puts the collar aggressively around your neck.

He smiles at this.

-Lays nicely- he says pulling on the collar.

He forces you to sit on his lap, with the other hand that was not holding your collar, he places on your buttocks. You squeal and he laughs louder.

-So I will tell you the extent of your duties. Surely you don't run away, because if you do I will find you I will break your lousy human legs and fuck you. So that your stupid mind that it will not be able to think of anything else, Than my powerful fish cock.-.

He strokes your head.

-Returning to your duties, you will do everything at my beck and call. Eating, sleeping, reading, bathing and above all pleasing me,- he adds, licking your neck.

You tremble at this in shock and fear. You were supposed to help Nami, not be a pet.

-As for pleasing me… we will start now.- He says biting your neck.

You scream and Arlong pulls you tighter by your collar.

(You make up the rest)

Kuroobi🐟🤍

He counted every day since you were gone, a month and a half had passed according to him.

The saddest month of his life, a month of mourning in his heart. He even thought he didn't deserve love.

Evening came and another party in Arlong Park, he sat and drank alcohol from a bottle. Shouting praises to the crew every now and then.

He didn't know if he was so drunk or already daydreaming. But he saw you, walking to Arlong holding some kind of bag, he blinked at it thinking if it was true.

He got up and walked over to where you were talking to Arlong, he saw you hand him the bag and his captain looking at it and smiling.

He says something to you and you nod and enter the main building. He follows you and sees you looking around the middle of the place. Like you're thinking where to go.

-you there what are you doing!- he shouts at you, still not sure if it was you.

You turned to him and your gazes crossed, his heart beat again, harder this time.

-O hello Kuroobi- You say cheerfully to him.

He gasps a little, and walks towards you.

-What are you doing here- he shouts drunkenly.

You smile at him.

-I'm back, to Nami- you reply honestly.

His facial expression turns a little dreamy, maybe he feels jealousy too. That you didn't come back for him.

-Fine.- he replies and walks past you going to his quarters.

You follow him, wondering if he is angry with you. He ignores you and walks into his quarters, you slide in behind him.

-Are you angry,- you ask approaching him.

-I'm not,-he says sarcastically. - I'm not, am I supposed to be angry that you left me overnight? Maybe that you didn't even shower me?"- he babbles drunkenly

-I'm back, it matters… and I'll admit it may be for you. - You say look into the ground.

looks at you in shock. He didn't expect that answer.

-You really do.- he asks coming up to you.

You nod your head like yes, Kuroobi's drunken state forces him to kiss you. He does it, and you're stunned, staring at him with your eyes wide open, and after a while you kiss him, you have to stand on your toes to kiss him.

He pulls you back into the bed, he sits on it, he pulls you on it. She's lying on it with you on the bed.

-I fucking love you- confesses in your mouth, kisses you again with passion.

The only reason he's brave is because of the alcohol in his mouth. He's massaging your hips, and you're breathing into his mouth.

-Kuroobi stop, I'm going the wrong way. - You whisper into his mouth.

You're afraid of a little bit of Arlong's anger for seducing his lieutenant.

-Fuck me now. - I admit it more passionately by kissing you.

(Imagine the rest)

Chuu/Chew🐟💙

He was sitting at the gate, still waiting for you. Come on, he thought you were dead, he'd rather make sure by waiting every night for 15 minutes outside the gate.

He stood and looked at the big villages, westerly. You had been gone for a month.

And you were gone, no one knows anything. He was annoyed by the fact.

He stomped his leg upset, he was angry today. He kicked the rock and turned around to go back to Arlong Park.

-Au- He hears a voice from the woods and turns that way ready to be exterminated.

-Come on the whore!- he screams putting his hands in his pocket

Shocked to see you coming out of the woods massaging your head.

-Is this how you greet me?- you ask, blowing your hand away from a sore head.

Chew looks at you in shock.

-Are you alive?!- he keeps looking at you with his mouth wide open, but keeps his hands in his pockets.

- as you can see, you admit when you get close to him.

You're standing in front of him, smiling. And he's still staring in shock with his mouth open. You put your index finger under his chin, closing his mouth.

He blushes a little on it and grabs your hand, looks at you with a serious look.

-Where the fuck have you been this month! - he screams to your face.

You get a little shocked by it and you move away from him a little bit. But you don't take your hand out of his embrace. You're smiling at him a little bit, and he's biting his lip.

He lets go of your hand and hugs you all of a sudden, he didn't even know why he just felt he had to do it.

-Don't leave me like this anymore. - I order you to bury your head between your scabbard and your shoulder

You blush a little, and you hug him.

-I promise I won't do it again- You promise to squeeze him a little harder.

He pushes you a little into the woods, nodding a little backwards, doing his bidding.

-I'll see to it myself. - He growls a little at your neck.

You're shaking at it, not knowing what he's up to. He's leaning your body against a tree in the middle of the woods.

-Hey Chew what are you doing?- you ask shocked and surprised by his behavior, you thought he hates you but I guess he doesn't.

-Something I should have done a long time ago. - I'm kissing your cheek aggressively pushing your body into a tree.

kisses you so aggressively for moments, shoves his tongue into your mouth. You moan at it in amazement, I grab your thighs and lift it, and you wrap your legs around his body.

He pushes you to the tree and moves away from the kiss. There's a shard of saliva between your lips that's bursting.

-Now stay calm- I'll kiss you again.

𓆝 𓆛 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟  ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆛 𓆟

(The rest is for your imagination.)

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

[mrshipsmcgee]

I crave some of the classic “random villain kidnaps Peters girl and tortures her in order to get info on him” add in some “Peter shows up at the last minute and goes feral” to make me happy

Yes ma’am. Anything for you my darling 😏

WARNINGS: blood, booboos, owies, hurt

Peter steps into the open window of his shared apartment with his best friends, Miles and Mary Jane. Peter thumbs the switch of the floor lamp beside him before discarding his mask, pausing as his brows lace together - scanning his surroundings realizing his normally warm and inviting home was dark and empty.

No Miles.

No MJ.

They should be up still.. the house should smell like fresh popcorn and the fireplace should be filled with orange flames as Miles and Mary Jane played through their newest video game together.

They always stayed up together for whoever was on patrol.. but tonight something was wrong.

Hair stands up straight on the back of Peter’s neck as he steps deeper into the home, the old wood floors creaking under the weight of each step he took.

He hears a small whimper - MJ’s whimper.

His stomach drops as he crosses the into Miles’ room.

“Shit,” Peter whispers, hot tears forming in his eyes as they fall upon Miles. Peter is frozen, chest rising as he approaches where Miles sat on the ground propped against his bed, crimson blood flowing from his abdomen as he stares up at Peter.

Peter drops to his knees, immediately inspecting the stab wounds on Miles’ stomach. Peter cries, cupping Miles’ face - his normally warm eyes now panicked as he stares at his wounded friend.

“I- I’m okay, Pete,” Miles tries to point to the door. “He has her. Go.”

Peter’s palm drops from Miles as he stands, gritting his teeth, “Where are they?”

Miles shakes his head, “I don’t know Pete. She… she stopped crying a few minutes ago,” he begins to cry. “He came through the window. We- we thought it was you, Pete. I swear. I promise I tried. My powers failed me.. I’m so sorry, Peter. I should have known-.”

“-No, Miles,” Peter interjects, dropping to his knees again and taking his friend’s face in his hands before planting a loving kiss to his forehead. His eyes meet Miles’, “There’s no need to apologize. You’re still learning.. it’s okay.”

Tears run down Miles’ cheeks as he nods at Peter, “I love you, man.”

“I love you, too,” Peter whispers.

“Please, go find her.. He’s going to kill her,” Miles sobs. “She can’t die. I can’t handle another death.”

Peter stands, already stalking towards the door as he cracks his knuckles, “You won’t have to.”

Rage courses through Peter as he nears the cracked door of his bedroom, kicking it open and stepping through the threshold.

“I was wondering if you’d get home before or after I’ve killed them,” a familiar voice comes from the corner of the room. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long now. I had hoped you’d be here to watch them die. I’m so happy things are working out as planned. You know, Peter - it’s been an awful long time since you’ve watched a loved one die. Hasn’t it?”

“Show yourself, Harry,” Peter growls. “I’m the one you want anyway, right?”

“Peter Parker… such a bright mind, but still can’t figure out the purpose of this all,” Harry let’s out a gravely laugh. “I’m simply doing what I have done before. I’m killing your hope. I don’t want you dead, I want you miserable. I want you to wish for death.”

“Where is she?” Peter asks, fists clenched as his chest rises and falls, “Where is Mary Jane?”

“Oh, the pretty one?” Harry’s voice is playful. “Pete, do you remember what I like to do with pretty women?”

Peter gulps, eyes flickering between rage and sorrow.

“I like to do whatever the fuck I want with pretty women, Peter,” Harry finally steps out of the shadows. “And god damn did I do whatever the fuck I wanted with her.”

Peter charges Harry, hands wrapping around his scaly neck as he begins to choke him, “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Do you know who she cried for the entire time?” Harry laughs as he chokes. “You. And - and you - you weren’t there. You - you never are.”

Peter throws Harry against the wall before slamming him onto the ground, holding him by the collar as he screams, “Where is she?!” Peter’s fist meets Harry cheek, then his jaw, then his left eye, then his throat. Harry gasps for air as Peter pulls away, his face beet-red as he screams “Tell me!”

“Go to the bedroom,” Harry smiles. “I’ll just say that she couldn’t move whenever I was done with her.”

Peter immediately runs to Mary Jane’s bedroom.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he sees MJ laying naked on her toddler bed, “Mary Jane.” He rushes to her side, a scream escaping from his throat as he sees the markings all over her beautiful body. Her body already bruising from Harry’s abuse.

His fingers ghost over her bloodied gut, carved perfectly was

H A R R Y

Peter lets out an anguished cry as his hands hover over Mary Jane, to afraid to take her into his arms.

She wakes, eyes lazily opening as she looks to Peter, “Peter.”

“You’re here,” a small smile spreads across her face, her busted lip ripping more due to her drying lips. She hisses.

Peter cries, “MJ.. MJ, I- I- I’m so sorry. Mary Jane… I wasn’t here to protect you. Or- or Miles…”

“But you’re here now,” she blinks before passing back about due to pain.

He sobs, taking MJ by the hand and planting a tender kiss to the top of her limp hand. “I’m going to take care of this, and then I’m going to take care of you and Miles.”

Peter’s face drops, wiping the tears from his warm cheeks as he steps into his bedroom and grabs Harry by the collar.

Peter’s face is expressionless as he starts to pummel his ex-friend - beating him to the point of being unrecognizable. His fists finally stop as he hears Harry’s skull crunch under his final blow.

The hero stands, staring at his work - the bloodied piece of shit lying dead on his bedroom floor. “No one fucks with my family.”

[chainsawbettyloo]

Sidlink primal instinct (smell of blood/adrenaline. The real sharky stuff)

tw: blood, biting

we do love a good primal sidon in this house

send me spicy sidlink, m!dimileth, endeku, or zhongli/any guy writing prompts if you wanna. i'll get to them when i get to them

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A slow bead of scarlet rolled down Link's chin, blooming from the fresh slice through his bottom lip. He blinked rapidly a couple times then laughed quietly, raising a hand to carelessly wipe the blood away. Ah fuck, what a mood dampener. Not for him, of course - he couldn't care less if those sharp teeth ripped him to shreds but Sidon was always so particular about not nicking him. He didn't want to add any more scars to his already mangled body. A sweet sentiment, one that always made Link feel fuzzy but the reality was: sharp, pointy teeth mixed with easily breakable flesh was going to end up with some mishaps. It was going to happen eventually...he just hoped he could talk Sidon into seeing it that way too.

"It's alright!" Link quickly reassured the silent Prince, lifting his head to smile up at him - fully aware that his bloodied teeth and lips were probably not doing much to comfort Sidon. Damn, there was too much blood in his mouth. He didn't want to swallow this mess but spitting it out with Sidon watching him so intently didn't seem like that good of an idea either. "It's just a little-."

Large, powerful hands clamped down onto the sides of his head. Brilliant golden eyes, blazing with a near deranged hunger, filled up his vision as Sidon lurched down, smashing his lips against Link's battered ones. A startled squeak jumped up his throat and was quickly muffled by Sidon's large tongue shoving its way into his mouth. Within moments, all the sticky coating was washed away as Sidon's tongue swiped, rolled and rubbed across his palate and the insides of his cheeks before plunging down into his throat to gather up every last drop of blood.

"Urgk! Mmmgh...!" Link gagged against Sidon's invading tongue. He weakly clasped at the Zora Prince's shoulders, unsure of whether he was trying to push him away or drag him in closer. Wha...what was this...? So...so rough! Link's eyes squeezed tightly closed. His cock, already vehemently hard before Sidon started tongue-fucking his throat, strained impudently against the front of his pants. Harsh pangs of heat rolled through his belly and thighs. Just as he was moving to give his penis some much need relief, one of Sidon's hands dropped. He shoved his broad hand between Link's trembling thighs, firmly squeezing his cock through his soaked trousers.

"Mmph!!" Link cried out into Sidon's mouth, his hips bucking to grind needily against the Zora Prince's burning hot palm. A blazing wave of pleasure coursed out from his crotch. He clutched onto Sidon's broad shoulders, his blunt fingernails digging into his smooth, scaly skin. What was going on? Sidon was never usually this intense. He could easily get over-excited and even a little pushy sometimes but never like this...It..it felt so good...

"Link..." Sidon gasped sharply. "Link! Link, Link...Link!"

He abruptly jerked away. Before Link had time to react or protest, he was shoved onto onto his back. Sidon seized Link's knees with trembling fingers, wrenching his legs up and open. He wedged his large form between them. Sidon's two massive cocks rubbed insistently against Link's crotch, smearing thick precum everywhere. Link's breath caught at the sight of them. His own penis thrummed in response, twitching needily inside his soaked underwear. A powerful hand grabbed hold of the seat of his trousers, wrenching backwards to tear the thin fabric to shreds. Link yelped in surprise. A cool breeze brushed against his now exposed backside. He could feel a trickle of the lube he used earlier to get ready dripping onto the bed.

"Link...!" Sidon panted harshly. He leaned down, sliding his long, thick tongue to drag it across Link's lips. More blood had seeped out during the short time that Sidon had stopped kissing him but with one sweep of his tongue, it was quickly lapped up. Sidon swallowed nosily, his hazy gaze intensely staring at Link's swollen red lips. A blossom of azure stained his normally white cheeks, clashing vibrantly with his blazing golden eyes. His broad chest heaved with labored breaths. Link could feel the scalding heat of his two throbbing penises through the material of his trousers. It soaked into him, seeming almost to permeate into his muscles and bones.

Another trickle of blood slithered down Link's chin. The blood...wait, the blood! Was that it...? Was that what was making Sidon act like this? Now that he thought of it, he was sure that he'd never been around Sidon while injured before. Was this why Sidon was always careful not to draw blood?

"Link...Link!" Sidon moaned against his lips.

He pulled his hips back, leading the tip of one massive cock to Link's soaked entrance. Precum smeared across his hole. Tingling heat spread across his skin. His insides pulsed and tensed, eagerly welcoming the thick length grinding against him. Sidon curled his large hands around Link's waist, holding him firmly in place. Not that he needed to bother. There was no way that Link was going to try to escape this. Grinning lopsidedly, he purposefully dug into the cut with the tip of his incisor, drawing a fresh well of blood. If this was what he wanted, then he could have all of it...every last drop.

A gleam of lust burst into a raging fire in Sidon's golden eyes. His sharp teeth gnashed together. A low, rumbling growl came from deep within his broad chest. His hands clamped down tighter onto Link's hips, sharp nails digging into his sweaty, flushed skin. He insistently pressed the sloppy tip of his twitching cock to Link's hole and roughly slammed forward to bury his entire length inside. Lunging down, stretching his mouth open wide, Sidon chomped down hard onto his shoulder. The sharp tips of his teeth pierced through his skin. Blood bloomed to the surface, splashing into Sidon's mouth.

"AANGHH!!" Link wailed, his eyes stretching open wide. Intense heat pierced through his belly. His mind went completely blank, soaked with a dizzying ecstasy. All the breath was shoved out of his lungs by that one brutal thrust. The incredible sensation of being stuffed full so suddenly was almost too much for him to take. He could barely even feel the pain of Sidon's bite over the scathing pleasure coursing through his overstimulated body. More...he wanted even more...He wanted Sidon to completely devour him!

"Link...!" Sidon gasped raggedly, releasing his shoulder. He hungrily dragged his tongue across the fresh wound, lapping up a mouthful of blood. Another guttural growl pushed up the Zora Prince's throat. He clung tightly to Link's trembling form as he began to roughly thrust into it. The pace of his hips was uneven and jagged, driven more by a primal lust than anything else. Link cried out loudly, his shaking hands grabbing hold of Sidon's pauldron fins just so he could have something to hold onto. With every thrust, Sidon's other length rubbed against Link's, creating a friction that threatened to drive him over the edge from the start.

"Aaahn!! Ahnn!! S-Sidon! Sidon-!" Link moaned into his broad shoulder. Damn, no...they-! They had just gotten started but he was already going to cum! It...all of this was too much for his body to take. He...he was being fucked so roughly by Sidon! His...His Sidon - always so cautious and gentle with him - was going completely crazy over him! A delirious smile spread wide across Link's brightly flushed face. Cum...cumming, cumming-! Link's hips strained up further, bucking rapidly in time with Sidon's beastly thrusts. It felt so good-! It felt so incredibly good-! Sidon's massive heat pummeling his insides-! His teeth digging into his skin-! He couldn't-! He couldn't-!

Sucking in a sharp, ragged breath, Link seized Sidon by the fins that framed the sides of his face. He yanked his head over, surging upwards to smash their lips together. Blood seeped into his mouth, settling across his tongue. Sidon shuddered violently, slamming his hips against Link's backside once more. They cried out together, their moans mingling and overlapping into one loud sound as they came simultaneously. Thick ropes of pinkish tinted semen burst from the tips of Sidon's cock, coating across Link's pulsing insides and his smooth belly. His own cum mixed in with the mess, becoming indistinguishable amongst it.

Collapsing back onto the bed, his breaths slow and labored, Link stared hazily at the ceiling. Sharp, stinging pain radiated out from his new shoulder bite. Sidon's weight pressed down onto him, a comforting sensation that he weakly snuggled closer to.

"I'm sorry..." Sidon panted softly from his shoulder. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Link. Oh Goddess, I don't know what-."

Settling a trembling hand on the top of Sidon's head, he gently stroked down the curve of his fin, murmuring, "Bite me again."

"Huh?" Sidon lifted his head to gawk at him, his golden eyes full of confusion.

"Bite me again." Link said again, "Bite me all over. Fuck me until I can feel the shape of your cock days after I leave here. Leave your marks all over me." Link clapped his hands onto Sidon's cheeks, pulling him down so that they were almost kissing, "What we just did, I wanna do it again. I wanna see all the sides of you: gentle, angry, hungry, demanding. Everything. I want it all. So," he tilted his head to the side, exposing his now injured shoulder, "bite me again."

Sidon stared at him quietly for a few moments, the conflict going on inside his head obvious in his gleaming eyes then laughed softly, "Perhaps next time. For now, I need to tend to that bite before I give you another."

"So, you will?"

Sidon paused then nodded, "Yes. Now that I've gotten a taste," he leaned down to lightly brush a kiss against Link's lips, "I don't know if I'll be able to hold myself back any more."

[devondeal]

So overall I do love the new Superman suit. A couple of things though. Then a whole analysis of what I liked lol.

I was never a fan of the high collar look though but it doesn’t ruin it for me. Im just glad it doesnt look as military as it does in the New 52 comic look. I always preferred the wider and open collar because it seems more relaxed and less like a uniform if that makes sense.

But yeah I’m not pissed about it either since it flows with the overall design at least and the cape attachment isn’t as clumsy as a design like this could make it. And I’m just relieved it’s not a crew neck like Routh and Hoechlin had. That’s the worst Superman neckline imo.

It is kinda bulky but I’m also glad it’s not a weird muscle suit. I hate the fake abs look with a passion so I’m glad it doesn’t have that. I do hope onscreen the bulk/bagginess isnt as visible.

Some of the suit lining like on the shoulders and knee pads add to the chunkiness. But again maybe thats not as obvious onscreen.

But the good of the suit does outweigh these things to me. It’s actually brightly colored, has trunks, even has the yellow symbol on the cape, and the design is mostly simple. I hate when they overcomplicate. Staying basic is best with superhero suits.

Like I will take a little bit of bulk any day over the Snyder suit’s weird scaly look. Like yes, it was more fitted which is a plus but the scaliness plus the fake abs, puffy chest, and dick cup thing just nope. Along with the muddy ass colors just nope.

I’m pro trunks cuz I’m sorry but lack of the red in between just makes throws off the look for me. Maybe its a color theory thing but the suit being all blue is just off putting. I have yet to see a belt that fixed that problem.

The only time I’ve seen a full blue suit work with the belt was the CW Supergirl show, her second suit which is saying a lot cuz CW suits arent great. Though I do think a woman’s physique does make a difference in how the full blue can look better. The waist to hip ratio difference helps add some dimension plus matching her belt color to her cape clasps. ie:

(I actually fucking hate the cape clasps like how Hoechlin’s first suit had but here they actually made it look ok because of the smaller size and matching them to the belt)

Anyway trunks also take care of hiding that dick. (Sidenote I love that Martha Kent in both MAWS and Lois&Clark: TNAOS are concerned about that 🤣)

I also like how the trunks and belt are connected and again how simple that design is.

The symbol is really nice too. I’m don’t know much about Kingdom Come but it’s ok design. I prefer the traditional but they made this one look really pretty with the yellow outline on the front side and the full yellow symbol on the cape so it’s a yes for me.

Also happy with the size of the symbol on the chest. It’s not oversized like Cain’s was, nor is it way too small like Routh’s. It’s right with Reeve and Cavill being perfectly proportionate to their bodies and suits. (I mainly mean Cavill’s first suit. The second wasnt bad either but they def shrinked it and I don’t get why since that was the one thing I was pleased with his suit about)

The red boots are perfect. Nuff said there.

With the cape length, I love the long look but anything at the knee or longer is good (Reeve’s was at the knee). Anything shorter than the knees look weird to me like a kid’s costume.

Not suit related but he has the curl which makes me happy too