#and it gets slippery when wet for any reason

[allurasgrace]

Me: I love Thundercats 2011! I think the designs are neat!

Also me: can I just say how dumb x design is, it makes no sense

[shotmrmiller]

simon isn't a man you take home. he's for the literal streets. dresses like he's homeless because all that matters is that his throwing knives and handguns are pristine. the only reason his home is spotless is because he doesn't live in it, it's all for show. his pantry has only salt and mouse traps, his fridge a long expired bottle of ketchup and something that if anyone ate, they'd gain superpowers.

he's got a crazy look in his eye, and who can blame him after all that shit he's been through? gut-wrenching betrayal, unimaginable torture, then buried alive shoulder to shoulder with his ol rotting buddy, ol decaying pal? he joined the military a butcher's apprentice, and now he's an echo of what simon riley used to be, a fading silhouette that wanders the corridors in base. a ghost.

he has to play music whenever he's not at work just to keep the screaming voices in his head at bay, and it has to be loud enough to drown out the incessant high-pitched ringing in his ears. a cacophony of noise that wears his thin string of patience into in-existence.

he's a killer, he's a man who's donned his skull mask for so long that he's forgotten the face underneath.

you don't bring a man like him home. and when you eventually did, even your parents had agreed.

he looks one clown short of a circus.

he hovers over you like a ghost. (ha)

possessive, obsessive, paranoid.

he'll kill you if you try to leave him.

simon heard everything, not like they had tried to keep their voice down. it hadn't really mattered to him, empty words pelting knotted flesh only a sharpened knife could cut through. but you hadn't taken any of it.

his little hero, coming to his defense. it'd been the first time- in a long time- that his icy cold, tiny heart skipped a beat.

simon's always been his own savior. he saved himself from the shit life he had with his family by joining the army. he'd clawed his way out of his own grave, freshly turned soil stuck under his fingernails for weeks. he'd gone after the head of roba, in the name of vengeance. even now, he's a part of the justice league, the task force 141.

unsung heroes.

and here you were, standing in your parent's kitchen, all bared teeth and scalding temper- over him.

simon's so aroused that when he rises from where he's seated, he sways on his feet. there's no stopping him from briskly walking over to you and hoisting you up and over his shoulder, heading for the door.

there's no stopping him from throwing you into the backseat, and climbing in after.

you weakly try to stop him with stammered words, just wanting to know what the fuck he's doing but when simon starts to impatiently undo the button of your jeans, his confined manhood pushing up underneath you, it clicks.

you don't want him to stop when the calloused pad of his thumb rubs your slippery clit with expertise, thick fingers curling inside your swollen cunt.

you definitely don't want him to stop when his cock slides through your slick folds, his hand wrapped around his thick base. his tip pushes inside, mild discomfort already flaring. gravity then does the work, slowly sinking you onto him until his thighs are flush against your arse. the sweet, decadent burn of him splitting you in half sparking your nerve endings alight, from the waist to your knees.

you beg him not to stop when he fucks you in earnest; desire, sticky and wet, dampening the coarse trimmed hair of his cock. the air inside the truck muggy, heavy and thick with sex. he places his hand under your navel, right when he knows he is, and grunts when he gently presses down. the noises coming from you and your sodden pussy are obscene, lewd, downright vulgar and he wonders if you'd let him record it- to replace the banal music he usually listens to.

your breath hitches beautifully, and simon makes sure to watch how you let go of his shoulder to weave that hand downward to take yourself over the edge.

"impatient little pet, can't even wait f'me to get ya there, eh?" the low chuckle he lets out is cut short at the feeling of your slick walls fluttering around him, making him groan. he keeps his sharp gaze on you when your body tenses, back arching as you jerk fast, little circles over your pearl. he plants his feet and begins to thrust upward, your weight nothing to his strength and-

how beautiful you look in the pleasure he brings you.

it's cliche, truly, that he comes when you do, but he couldn't care less in this instance. your cunt squeezes him like a silken fist, a tight vice that milks his cock almost painfully so. his grip around your waist is bruising, but it only adds to the sensation- the delightful bite of pain prolonging your pleasure.

the base of his spine tingles from his climax, and his breathing is ragged. alive. your hands skim the wide breadth of his chest, as if brushing off the dirt he'd once been buried under.

his little hero.

you took him home, so now he takes you to his.

(...don't look in the kitchen, pet.)

[jsooly]

taken in by the sullys (2) / x human!daughter!reader (neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, tuk x sister!reader)

synopsis, after jake convinced neytiri to take you in (part 1), you help prepare jake and neytiri for the baby they're so close to having... ++ some fluffy moments

+ takes place between avatar 2009 and atwow

(1) / (2 - ur here! ☆) / (3) / (4*)

+ chapters with an * beside it means that it’s following atwow plot line as opposed to disconnected scenarios

jake:

the most protective father ever

you were barely 2 years old when he met you and now that you're living among na'vi, you were even smaller and at risk of being trampled at any given moment

he lets you wander wherever you want as long as he's two steps behind

"careful," he called behind you as he watched you toddle your way onto a large branch. "it's slippery."

whether you heard him or not, you rushed on, speeding along the mossy surface of the branch.

"hey! y/n, i said be��"

your feet slipped on the wet greenery, falling on your back and rolling off the branch. jake's arm snapped out to grab you, his firm grip pressing into your arm. letting out a sigh of relief, he straddled the branch as he pulled you up by one arm, giving you a knowing look. he set you down and held your shoulders to steady you.

"what'd i tell you, hm?" jake muttered, lowering his head to catch your eye.

"'s slippery."

"that's right." he tapped your feet, gently pressing in into the lush surface of the branch. "dig your feet deeper, walk slowly. crouch to balance."

you were as agile as the na'vi in no time

jake had to be so creative to keep you away from his technology and guns

you could worm your way out of any barricade or corner he put you in

long story short he could not catch a break with you and your hot feet

"what are you doing?" neytiri narrowed her eyes as she noticed jake skulking around the branches and trees.

"nothing, nothing," jake answered hurriedly, waving off her suspicion.

"you are looking for something," neytiri stated, and he couldn't even deny that, because he was looking for something—rather, someone.

he tried to deny it anyways. "no, i'm not."

"you have lost her—"

"i did not!"

"—again. if you cannot keep track of this little human, what hope do we have for our own children?"

a soft giggle made both of their heads snap to the left. jake gave neytiri a knowing look and slowly crept to the source of the noise.

"not gonna get away from me this time, kid." jake whispered to himself, snickering. neytiri watched on, her arms folded.

"aha!" jake pulled back the leaves covering a hollow nook in the tree, his grin falling when you were nowhere to be seen.

"you were saying, ma'jake?" neytiri laughed lightly, shaking her head and turning back to the bowl she was mixing.

"where the—" jake stepped backwards, sighing. "okay, i give up! you in the mood to give daddy a break?" he begged.

he heard the rustle of leaves above him. he looked up just as you fell down from the canopy onto his shoulders, using his hair to stop yourself from slipping clean off his back.

"ack—that's a grip." jake groaned in pain, supporting you with his hand before coaxing your fingers out of his hair.

"surprise!" you squealed, hugging his face. "you surprised?"

jake laughed and tugged you off his shoulders, throwing you up into the air. he caught you in his arms and pinched your cheeks. "yeah, i'm surprised. got me real good. i'll need to tie a balloon or somethin' to keep track of you, huh?"

you slipped out of his arms before he even finished his threat and ran to the other side of neytiri. using her as a shield you stuck you tongue out at him.

all jake could do was shake his head and smile.

the softest father ever :(

the one that would allow you to get into a bit of trouble if it'd teach you a lesson, then comfort you as you cry about it later

the one who comforts you regardless of the reason, actually

"what happened?" jake sat down beside you.

you turned away from him, almost embarrassed that you were crying over something so silly. you fell and scraped your knee pretty bad. normally, you could walk these kinds of things off, but in front of the other na'vi kids?

"hey. c'mon," jake's gentle hand rested on your shoulder, turning you gently towards him. he gave you a sympathetic smile. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

you couldn't articulate exactly how you felt so you offered up your leg, the torn skin leaking blood. jake hissed as he assessed your injury, turning your leg side to side.

"ooh, got scraped up pretty bad. took a bad fall?" he chuckled. "don't worry, we'll put some salve on it and wrap it up, yeah?"

you pursed your lips. he smiled and kissed your forehead, scooping you up in his arms to bandage your wound.

neytiri:

as we've established in the last part, she was wary of you and how you'd fit in the family she envisioned for herself

but a month after meeting you, there were so many instances where she sensed the same wonder and strength in you that she first saw in jake

neytiri grabbed your arm and slung you over her back as she scaled trees and leaped from branch to branch. she slowed when she approached some game for her hunt, gently crouching down and letting you slide off her.

you mirrored her sneaky movements, staying low to the ground and keeping a trained eye on the target.

neytiri inhaled sharply as she drew her bow, letting the arrow fly. she raced down the tree and put the animal out of its misery, whispering prayers of thanks and comfort.

her ears perked up as she heard a thud. she shot up and raced to the sound. "y/n?"

she glanced up the tree and saw nothing. did a whole 360 and saw nothing. her heart squeezed with panic. "y/n!" she yelled.

she pushed through some vines, emerging into a clearing. she was about to lurch forward when the scene before her piqued her curiosity.

you sat in the middle of the clearing, a bunch of cuts and bruises from your fall. but one of the sprites of eywa bobbed in the air, resting on your head. you held out your hand and it migrated to your palm.

a soft smile graced her face as she observed you, yet again her expectations subverted. seeing you sitting in peace with the sprites floating all around you... you looked like any other na'vi kid experiencing the forest for the first time.

overly eager to teach you, especially how to wield a bow and arrow

she was almost due for neteyam when she first took you out into the open for some real experience — you had just turned 4

jake expressed his concerns about making you learn so young, but she didn't know any other way to teach you

if there was one thing with neytiri, it was that she put a lot of pressure on you

she was adamant that you learn the na'vi way of life and be up to speed, if not better, than the other kids your age

she figured if you were going to be a part of her future, you should be able to hold your own against your younger siblings when they come along

and that meant throwing you headfirst into the field.... after all the best way to learn is by doing, right?

"come," she beckoned you to the branch she was standing on. you jumped over to her, rushing across the wood and leaning against the center of the tree. she knelt behind you. "look, there. that fish in that pond. send an arrow through it."

you gave her a nervous glance. she just gave you a reassuring nod and guided your arms into position.

"what if i miss?" you asked.

she pursed her lips. "the fish will get startled and swim away." she rested a hand on your shoulder. "but that is fine. we will find others." she smiled softly and motioned to the target.

the small whine in your throat escaped, but you drew your bow taut nonetheless. you breathed in deeply, focusing as much as you could before letting your arrow fly.

the arrowhead pierced the fish's head cleanly, and the animal spasmed before going still.

neytiri yipped in approval. "very good." she hummed, patting your shoulder before dropping onto the ground to approach your kill. "very good."

you followed close behind.

neytiri was surprised. when she took you out she never imagined you'd actually do well. she just wanted you to observe targets at different angles, heights, and distances instead of the rigid target board they have at their home. but your grip and pull were strong, strong enough to fly true.

she glanced at you, observing you as you watched the stream pass over your fallen fish.

"well," she rested her hand on your head, stroking your hair. "it seems you have gotten us our dinner, y/n."

you beamed up at her proudly, and she felt a maternal pride blossom inside her heart as well.

then it was time for the baby.

jake made you stay outside of the birthing area, but you flinched whenever you heard neytiri's pained cries

and as soon as it started.... it was over.

jake hovered by neytiri's side, both entranced by the beautiful baby boy they created with their love.

"neteyam." neytiri whispered dreamily, holding her child close and nuzzling into his head. jake let out a chuckle in disbelief—never in a million years did he think he'd find a wife, much less start a family.

jake kissed neytiri's cheek as he handed her water and berries to replenish her strength before the clan's celebrations would begin.

a lengthy moment of silence passed over them as they basked in the excitement and bliss of becoming new parents.

something was missing, but neither wanted to bring it up in fear of ruining the moment. finally, neytiri couldn't take it anymore.

"bring her." neytiri whispered. jake looked back, assessing his wife's expression and attempting to read between the lines.

"are you sure? you just—"

"do as i say," she hissed.

"yes ma'am." he raised his hands in surrender, running off to find you.

he caught you in his weapons trunk again, struggling to hold open the lid while also grabbing the guns. he shook his head with a roll of his eyes, sneaking up on you and snatching you from the ground. with a hearty laugh he threw you into the air, catching you and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"the baby is here?!" you asked, propping yourself up with your hands on his back.

"yes, yes, neteyam is here." jake confirmed. "now, he's about as big as you but that doesn't mean you can't be careful. you gotta be gentle with him. he's just a baby."

you nodded along, taking your new role to heart.

jake entered the family space again and you scurried off his body to neytiri's side. cautiously, you crept closer, observing the new addition to the family unit. you glanced at neytiri to make sure you were doing okay.

she seemed to notice your apprehension. "come closer, y/n... it is alright. this is neteyam."

you climbed up on the stool beside her, peering down into her arms at the resting newborn. jake was right—the baby was just as big as you, but then again, his parents were almost 9 feet tall.

you poked his shoulder softly. he bristled and turned in neytiri's arm, his little hand open. you rested your finger there and watched neteyam's hand slowly, tightly, curl around your finger.

and that's when you made a promise. no matter how big they get—neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, and tuk—you'll always be there to protect them. in any way you could.

(whether you will be a strength to the family or its weakness is up to fate and time.)

IMPORTANT !! okay guys at this point in the series we're at a crossroads—do we go down the angsty route of unbelonging? or the kinder route of fluff and love? there's sm more potential for angst but if we wanna keep it peace and love, i'd enjoy writing that to. let me know which direction you wanna go ! <3

© jsooly ‘25

@davalos-04 you wanted to be tagged <3 ! thanks for reading

[pumpkinbxtch]

HEYY!! I was wondering if you could do a Leo Valdez x fem Poseidon reader blurb with some smut but fluff in it. It’s the two on the beach and fem reader is just playing in the water and stumbles across a baby sea turtle and just has a conversation but after it’s just her and Leo hanging out together and going back to the Poseidon cabin(Percy isn’t home yet) and they have a quickie and makeout but Percy just walks in on them making out in her bed.. and after a few days Leo would rub it in Percy’s face as a joke.

“𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞! ”

— leo valdez x f!daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings; recommended for +18, smut and nsfw things happening.

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

tags; fingering, language, unprotected sex, fluff, some cringy things, sex jokes. a/n; I think I did better on this one! thanks for your request.

— Really? Oh no, but she was your friend!

The more the conversation went on, the less Leo understood what you were talking about with that turtle. In fact, he didn't even know you could talk to turtles, but the way your breasts looked in that swimsuit when you bent over was enough reason to keep watching while pretending to be interested.

You stood up slightly, and the sand stuck to your legs made him want to brush it off himself, grain by grain, just to be closer to you, or even inside you. Leo cleared his throat and tried to distract himself to avoid those thoughts, not necessarily because he felt bad having them, but because, what was worse than imagining it and not being able to have it right then? Because you kept talking to the damn turtle.

Ten minutes that felt like an hour passed, and he was getting more and more impatient to get you inside until he finally saw the oviparous creature head back to the sea. With a smile that looked more like a grimace of discomfort, Leo stood up and took you by the waist with a familiar expression on his face.

— How about we go inside? — he offered, his hands sliding down your back covered by the still slightly wet swimsuit. Your eyes curiously searched his, and seeing the way he looked at you and the warmth radiating from his body, you raised an eyebrow slightly.

— For something special, Valdez? — you teased, and he smirked sarcastically while intertwining his fingers with yours as he began to drag you to cabin three. — But, what about Percy? Uh– he could show up any moment — you stammered, and Leo turned around to carry you bridal style to avoid you stepping on anything dangerous with your bare feet.

— It'll be... quick — he murmured in your ear, and you squeezed your thighs at the hungry tone of his voice.

Quick as lightning, he pulled down the curtains, locked the door, and lifted you onto the dresser, not stopping kissing your salty skin. Anywhere your skin was exposed, he tried to leave a kiss or a bite.

He pulled you close to his body, and you moaned feeling his hardness against the lower part of your stomach, the thought of doing it this way had you too turned on. The adrenaline had you captive, and Leo was gripped by it. His hands roamed your body, and with a slap to your pussy, your breath hitched. He hummed and struggled with the elastic fabric that covered you to touch you. When he finally managed, he smiled while kissing the curve between your jaw and neck.

— It's always wet in the ocean, isn't it, babe? — his deep voice drew an unthinking whimper from you, followed by more as Leo played with your folds, making wet, slippery sounds that made you lift your hips involuntarily.

— Uh, Leo... — you moaned as he slid a finger into your pussy without warning, still kissing your neck. You impatiently wrapped your hands around him, holding on as he thrust into you, your legs trying to close until he had to place a leg between yours to keep them open.

Your juices ran down his hand, and as he felt you getting closer, he had to stop, drawing a whine from you. He gave you sweet kisses on your cheeks.

— Sorry, mi amor, but I need to feel you inside. Do you want that? — the last part came out as more of a plea, and you understood, seeing the sun setting. Dinner would be soon, and they'd wonder where you were, not to mention some of your stuff was still on the beach. With the same need he seemed to have, you nodded frantically. He roughly pulled you off the wooden dresser, turning you around to face the mirror on the bureau.

In the reflection, you saw Leo with darker-than-usual eyes and a cocky grin, noticing the blush on your cheeks at the sight of you both, hot and bothered. That tightened your walls, and you felt his long hands pushing you to lean on your forearms while nibbling your ear.

— Babe... — he purred in your ear, not taking his eyes off your figure.

One hand started pulling down a strap of your swimsuit while the other massaged your clit over the increasingly annoying fabric. Leo kissed your shoulder, quickly pulling down the other part of your swimsuit to free your breasts. He growled at the sight of your erect nipples and the remaining grains of sand on your body. If he had more time, he would have brushed them off one by one with you lying on the bed, but you were on a fast track.

— That's better — he said, pinching one of your nipples, making you lift your ass towards him, rubbing against his aching dick, already melting to be inside you.

— Damn, this damn swimsuit works wonders for your body — he mumbled, dragging the words as he pumped his dick, barely touching your ass, making you more impatient. His fingers pulled the blue fabric aside again, rubbing your entrance with his pre-cum covered tip.

— Damn, Leo, didn't you say you were in a hurry? — you complained as your hips sought deeper contact. Leo loved to tease and take his time, but you were right, time was short. He buried his length inside you, pounding his hips against yours with no delicacy.

Your velvety walls took him so well he thought he might come right then, but he tried to hold on a bit longer, watching his dick disappear inside you and the way your tits bounced with each thrust. He was on the edge.

— Uh, damn. You squeeze me so good — he growled, leaning more onto your back to get deeper. You stifled a moan, sobbing with your mouth open and eyes glassy, focused on your boyfriend, only making you want him deeper. You were close, babbling nonsense that only encouraged Leo to increase his thrusts.

— Oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck me.

— That's what I'm doing, babydoll.

Even in the middle of the moment, he always found a way to be funny. But when you lifted your hips higher, your pussy tightening around him, he was about to see heaven. Your release started dripping down your thighs and his shaft. With that, he painted your insides with his cum, pressing your body tightly against his, as if he wanted you to be one.

The horn signaling it was almost time for dinner sounded, and with breathless lungs, Leo found a bit of air to sigh with a tight smile against your back. Before slipping out of you, he kissed you.

You stifled a small whimper at the emptiness, and your boyfriend smiled tenderly, hugging and turning you to face him again.

— You're so damn hot — he said, kissing you and slowly covering you back with your swimsuit while gently kissing your cheeks and nose. You giggled, and he led you to your bed to sit on his lap.

— We don't have much time but — he kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, making it easier for him to hold your hips. — I adore you.

You smiled, and he kissed you again until the door burst open, making you jump.

It was Percy, his expression changing from a frown to shock and then anger.

— LEO!

— Bro, at least you came when I already had my shorts on.

A yell echoed through the entire camp, and everyone knew Percy Jackson had arrived.

— Want some honey on those pancakes? — Leo asked the son of Poseidon genuinely while holding the jar with a raised eyebrow.

— I don't want anything from you — Percy said sourly, with a twisted smile. Leo grinned, seeing what this was about.

— Maybe a nephew, then.

— YOU!

[sp0o0kylights]

Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4

Part Three: link

First Chapter (parts 1-3 on tumblr) on A03: Link

The kid was madder than a wet hen.

Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset. 

Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it. 

He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud. 

The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.

Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.  

Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.

They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.

Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.

Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.

Unfortunately, so did Eds. 

Still.

 Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best

Gave space.

Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.

Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink. 

One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations. 

Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say. 

‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’ 

Nope. 

‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’ 

Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure. 

‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’

That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake. 

Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them. 

Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through. 

They did not.

He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing. 

Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.  

The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.

Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse. 

Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something. 

(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here. 

They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may. 

Steve too.)

“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?” 

Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.

An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house. 

“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.  

Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him. 

“Figured you might have other things to say, though.” 

Likely a lot of things. 

It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it. 

“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”

 ‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give. 

“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.” 

Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice. 

Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked. 

And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle. 

“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat. 

“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth. 

Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.

(Particularly not the kind who were going ‘round killing kids.) 

“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?” 

Wayne nodded once, slow-like. 

Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again. 

“He did.”

“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?” 

“I did.” 

He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say. 

Wayne took advantage. 

“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”

Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.” 

“‘Bout trust.” 

Eddie blinked at that. 

“Trust.” He echoed flatly. 

“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--” 

“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”

Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.” 

Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him. 

“One of them was me, wasn’t it.” 

Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway. 

He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with. 

“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.” 

Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like. 

Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns. 

“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.” 

After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.

“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.” 

That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had. 

“How long is he staying here?”

Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.” 

Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.” 

“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.” 

Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through. 

Wayne sat with him as he processed. 

Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did. 

Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked; 

“What if he finds out?”  

This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home. 

It took Wayne  a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret. 

The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over. 

This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly.  It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself. 

Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved. 

Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.

‘Shit.’ 

“He won’t.” Wayne said. 

Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.” 

Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side. 

“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other. 

Hoped that in the future, it would be.

Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.

(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.

Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)

xXx

Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.

He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.

A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.

He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest. 

Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.

The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.

(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)

Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.

The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose. 

Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine. 

Hurt, absolutely, but alive. 

Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.

‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.

Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body. 

He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol. 

Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door. 

Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.

Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch. 

Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.

Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.

The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.  

Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.

It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible. 

The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup. 

Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.

Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him. 

Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.

Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely. 

At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior. 

(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.) 

That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.

Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.

‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!” 

It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it. 

Wayne rolled his eyes. 

“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door. 

Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries. 

“I think I promised you a game, son.”  Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall. 

It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.

[swordsandholly]

Fancy: The Rewrite

Chapter One: Here's Your One Chance

MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | next | masterlist | Ao3

A/N: This fic has been haunting me since I stopped working on it. I just wrote myself into a corner and sped through the story far too quickly. Plus, I have some new concepts that I think really fill out the unfortunate issues with the original. Chapter one is the most similar to the original. I'm leaving the original up on tumblr for the hell of it, but I hope you enjoy the re-write as much as I am.

A permanent darkness rests over the city; dense and unbidden. Cold, too. Despite living here your whole life you’ve never quite adjusted to the artificial nature of it - to the shadow hanging above the miles and miles of city. The chill on your skin never lifts. It leaves a shivering underneath, nearly an ache these days. Something ingrained into your very nature by your surroundings.

Really, you aren’t meant to be here. This place isn’t built for humans despite the mass that live within the confines of the city’s dome. It’s purpose made for creatures - beings of the night that stalk and rule. The air has become rotten in the lower neighborhoods over a century of pollution and overpopulation. The constant cover of the dome cannot be broken to filter it - not even for a moment can the eternal night hanging overhead end. Your lungs will turn black before the age of five without proper protection. It’s worse it summer - at least the artificially created facsimile of summer - when the air warms and wets and coats your insides. When the pollutants find their way into the water supply. As if there is any point to the heat with so sunlight in return. Your nails always have a layer of dirt crusted underneath during those months.

The lower city is nothing but old buildings on top of even older structures; all moderately crumbling in some capacity. Apartment buildings are crowded and decent living conditions are hard to come by. Many have a waitlist longer than the human lifespan. Most operate on a dorm system - at least one person per room. Randomly assigned of course, based entirely on who can pay the rent. You’ve lucked out enough to earn a shitty studio to yourself. It’s cracked and crumbling but the locks are tight and it has a window - even if the view is just a building across the alleyway. Even if the smog has turned the tempered glass a semi-opaque grey.

The slippery polyester of your black dress smooths over your skin, just as artificial as everything else in this place. You tie your hair up to show off the double string of pearls on your neck. They’re the nicest thing you own. The most authentic, at least, and the only thing that makes you seem worthy of the upper city. The only thing that can project the image needed to get proper tips - to get what you need to survive. Red lipstick as a final touch, always. It’s corny, and leaves you cringing every time you glance at the damn thing but the vampire clients are always suckers for it. Pun intended.

This job is important. There can’t be a hair out of place; can’t be a single reason to cast doubt that you are inhumanly perfect while never losing that very humanity they crave so desperately. This is your chance. Your one chance to make enough money to get out of the slums and at least make it to the middle city. Once you ruin your reputation at a place like this… well, you might as well call it permanently. You can practically hear the grime on the sidewalk as you make your way toward the metro station. Dirt and debris so caked into the very air down here that you have to wear a respirator as you go. It’ll leave marks when you first take it off, but they usually disappear by the time you’ve made it from the depot to the club.

You don’t bother with sitting on the train. Hell will freeze over before you chance catching whatever new disease has grown in that Petri dish. Instead you join the rest of the patrons in awkwardly standing in the center of the cart, damn near falling over when the train lurches to begin its journey from the slums to the upper city. There are actual names for the two areas, but nobody uses them anymore. They died two generations ago.

The respirator makes a hissing sound as you remove it after stepping out of the train. The cool, clean air of the upper city fills your lungs. It’s satisfying in a way its sticky, filtered sister could never be. The faux fur of your cropped coat tickles at your neck as you walk, blown by that strange breeze that never seems to stop up here. The one that sends all the grime and smog downhill, leaving a fog so thick you can’t even see the building lights properly.

The club sits square in central downtown - bult into the underground level of a historical hotel. It’s an elegant building. Red with curled metal accents over the windows and doors. Modeled after the ancient art nouveau movement. At least that’s what the plaque in the lobby says. You had just long enough to change a glance at it while heading up with a client once. The fixtures sparkle underneath the artificial LEDs of the city - all signs and glowing windows. You can always tell where the humans are, catching glimpses of that unmistakable glow only a UV light gives off.

You duck down the alley behind the hotel. Grimy and dark, the complete opposite of the front entrance. Your heels clack on the concrete loudly - echoing off the hard walls of the building surrounding you. If it weren’t for the small glowing sign that marks the “Back Stage” you might never know it’s there.

It’s easy enough to slip into the routine of your job. Going back and forth to the bartender, carrying various drinks and placating the egos of cowardly men and the vampires they lie to themselves about being equal to. You can see the pity in the ancient creatures’ eyes when they look at their human cohorts posturing to appease them. You can see the hunger, in equal measure, when you tilt your head, exposing more of your neck to the light; when your wrists just pass their noses as you set down their glasses. It’s all purposeful, of course, maintaining the dance of remaining just out of their grasp, but close enough that if they really wanted to take you, they could.

It’s hard work, the dance. Long hours and more days of the week than you would like, but it pays enough for you to afford your little apartment and save some for your theoretical future.

“Hey! You!” The owner barks at you as you gently set your tray back into the stack to be washed.

You whirl on your heel. Shit, did you fuck up? Your mind runs through every interaction over the course of the night - every comment, every stilted moment. Every outcome of whatever mistake you made. Being thrown out into the city before you can even gather your respirator or coat. Choking on the air as you make your way home and praying you survive the symptoms after. Though, there wouldn’t be much point to surviving them without work.

“Y-yes, sir?”

“Need you as a Companion.” He stands in front of you, the pinstripes of his suit warping over his massive, crossed arms. The wrinkle in his nose makes his mustache twitch.

“C-companion!” You squeak. “I’m not-“

“We had a mix up. Need you to take the private booth in the back.”

Your eyes are saucers - heart beating so hard you almost can’t hear him. You don’t know what to make of this. His words are nonchalant and cut right though you, but the prospect they hold… so much opportunity and disaster…

“You paying attention?” He grunts.

Your voice shakes. “Just… why me?”

“You match their preference.” Its blunt. Uncaring. Not that you would ever expect much sympathy from the owner of a place like this - feeding girls to vampires and their kin.

Generally, you’re not the type to be preferred - too big and soft for most. It’s what kept you as a server exclusively, you’re sure. Companion is such a major step up, too. You haven’t had any training. You never thought you’d get there - only a few girls make it from Server to Companion. To have it by happenstance…

With a deep breath you remind yourself that this is temporary. Just for tonight. You are acting as a replacement, nothing more. If you pull this off maybe you’ll get enough extra cash to finally replace the air filtration in your apartment. Maybe you can even get an overhead UV light. Oh, wouldn’t that be lovely!

Another tray is shoved into your hands. Is this… actual gold? You turn it over in your hands briefly. Ornate designs line the outer rim - all weaving in and out of each other inlaid with iridescent mother of pearl. It’s cold on your skin and so shiny you catch your reflection in it before the bartender sets a bottle of wine and four glasses on it. You’re fairly certain between the wine and the tray you are holding upwards of ten thousand dollars a in your hands. It takes everything to keep your hands from trembling.

You slowly head for the back booth under the scrutinizing eye of the owner - just beyond the main floor of the bar. It’s far quieter here; the music from the floor muffled by the distance. There are only a few private booths and they are only ever occupied by the city’s elite. The top of the top. You pause at the heavy, velvet burgundy curtain separating you and your clients for tonight.

You just hope they aren’t the type to get rough.

Balancing the tray on one hand, you use the other the push the heavy curtain to the side - entire body alert and tense as your eyes land on the four men sitting at the rounded booth. Their eyes meet yours, and you freeze. A shiver runs down your spine.

They’re beautiful in that way only vampires can be. Untouchable. Marble-esque. Eyes clear and bright even in the low light of the booth - that sheen of night vision apparent. Lions staring down their prey and you, who walked into the den willingly. Their stares tear through you, seemingly pulling you apart at the seams. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think that hypervigilance leaned toward fear.

“Good evening.” It takes everything to keep your voice steady. To slip back into that comfortable service headspace you’ve curated. “I’ll be your Companion tonight.”

“What happened t’ Cherry?” The man on the outer right side of the booth asks, words slow and hushed. His arm is slung carelessly over the back of the booth, body too tense and words too stilted to sell whatever casual air he is trying for.

“She was unfortunately unable to come in tonight.” You say softly, carefully sliding the tray onto the table. “If I’m not to your standards-“

“Well, now, none of us said that.” A man with an imperial beard smiles. It softens his face - makes him look less like stone. “What’s your name, dove?”

“Fancy.” You murmur. It’s your chosen work name - based on a song your mother used to play from a century ago. All the workers names are single words. Easy to remember. Easy to request for returning quests.

“Fittin’.” The man to your left grins, bright blue eyes sparkling. His fangs catch the light - your hands tremble for a brief moment.

“Do you know who we are?” The masked man beside him asks. His voice rumbles through your nerves, all the way into your bones. You can hardly look at him - the skull covering the top half of his face makes your gut churn.

Should you know them? Oh, fuck, you probably should. Vampires live forever - their names and legacies travel across centuries. Millenia. It’s going to give you away. You’re just a low class human from the slums. You don’t know Vampires from the uppers.

The illusion of luxury only goes so far.

“It’s not a trick question.” The man to your right smiles gently, tilting his head to the side.

“No, sir.”

“Well,” The one with the beard sits a little straighter. “I’m John Price and these are my�� confidants. Cohorts. Kyle Garrick, Johnny MacTavish and Simon Riley.” He gestures to each as he goes.

John Price… John Price… Nothing comes to mind. Nothing about any of them, for that matter.

“Lovely to meet you.” You smile pleasantly, slipping back into the script. Swallowing roughly and steadying yourself, you reach for the bottle and slowly pouring a tester amount into the four glasses. “Tonight we have a vintage red for you from 2089.”

John hums, swirling the glass before taking a sip. His eyes don’t leave you and you try not to shrink from them. “You remember the 80’s, Simon?”

“Which one?” The makes you pause. How many 80’s could there be?

John laughs, whole and hearty. Little crows feet appear in the corners of his eyes. “Which d’you think?”

“I remember the blood.” The masked man mutters. He doesn’t look at John either - dark eyes locked on you. You keep up the well trained smile. Neutral, comfortable.

“Och, ye would.” Johnny scoffs, taking his own glass after John gives you a nod to fill the four properly. “Cannae ever remember the good.”

“Well what’s your finest memory then Johnny?”

“There’s was this lass… think her name was Cassandra. Had the biggest tits and-“

“Enough of that. There’s a lady present.” John waves his hand. To your surprise, Johnny actually listens despite looking muffed about it. You can’t help but snort. Lady. As if.

How old are they, anyway? They look young - especially Johnny and Kyle. Definitely below thirty when they were turned. John obviously leads but that doesn’t necessarily mean he turned the rest of them. They could have just come together over the years. Vampire covens vary heavily as to why they came together. Sometimes friendship, sometimes relation, sometimes just convenience.

Simon is still staring you down, hooking a thumb under his mask to raise it just over the end of his nose. Scarred lips sip from his glass.

“Come sit, luv.” Kyle pats the booth beside him, voice hushed.

You snap out of your thoughts at the prompt - moving to sit in the empty spot beside Kyle. The next thing you know hands are on your hips, passing you over until you’re sat square in the middle as if you weigh nothing. You know vampires are strong - you’ve gotten thrown around by your fair share in the slums, whether a mugging or fucking - but it still startles you. They could crush you with barely a flick of the wrist.

Fingers brush over your shoulders, tracing the shape of them and leaving goosebumps in their wake before lowering to rest between your exposed shoulder blades.

“Tell us about yourself, hm?” John prompts.

“Oh, not much to tell.” You shrug and smile. “I’m from the city. Started here about a year ago-“

“How have we never seen ye then?” Johnny interrupts, eyes locked on your chest. You’d think he was staring at the mole just below your collarbone, but that’s probably too presumptuous. “A bonnie thing like ye…”

“Well…” You raise your hand to your mouth like you would when whispering a secret. “I’m not supposed to tell but I’m actually a server, normally.”

“Oh, really?” Kyle leans his chin on his palm. “In a dress like that?”

“What’s wrong with my dress?” You huff, letting the pliant facade slip just enough to make yourself seem real. Just a little less doll like before you return to the script.

“Absolutely nothin’.” Simon hums beside you, eyes near black under the shadow of his mask.

Your face heats. Client compliments never get to you and you’re not sure what about his feels so different. All of their attention is so intense. It dives under your skin and burrows deep in your marrow.

“So, seeing as you implied I should know who you are-“ You tilt your head and meeting John’s eye, “who are you?”

John chuckles, leaning close. “Oh, no one important. Contractors. Independently employed.”

“Ah, so, criminals.” You laugh.

“If you say so.”

“I can’t exactly judge.” You lean in as well, shoulder pressing against his broad chest. The material of his suit is soft and thick. High quality. “I mean, look where I am, hm?”

“Are ye a criminal, lassie?” Johnny grins at you, tilting his head. How he makes a mo-hawk cute is beyond you.

“Shh.” You press a finger to your lips.

“That how you got these?” You startle as John slips his fingers beneath the string of pearls, tugging ever so slightly. You meet his eye, only briefly, only long enough to see something hard behind them that wasn’t there before. He rolls the golden clasp between his fingers absently.

“I… I’ve always had them…” You frown, suddenly wracking your mind as to their origin. You’d never thought about it. They were your mother’s… you’re sure… but somehow that doesn’t feel right. The harder you think, the further the answer seems to be.

Either way, John seems placated by that. He retracts his hand, falling back into the simple banter from before. You allow you shoulders to relax, deciding to take his return to form at face value. Not that you have another option, really. It’s easy enough to look sultry, to play the part, to mindlessly flirt. Easy enough to fall into the simple back and forth. Scripted. Basic. Nothing out of the ordinary. They’re just clients at the end of the day, even if they have more money and power than your usual crowd.

You carefully refill each of their glasses as needed - mostly Johnny’s. His face would probably be red from the alcohol were he alive. You can feel their eyes on you - boring through your very being. It takes more concentration than you’d like to keep your breath from hitching when John’s finger traces the exposed upper curve of your spine above the dress. You lean forward, pushing each glass back to their respective owners.

Johnny takes your hand before you can retract it, placing gentle kisses from your palm to your wrist. He sighs shakily, teeth catching your skin ever so slightly.

“Johnny.” The masked man rumbles in warning.

“Not gonnae bite, LT… she just...” Johnny murmurs against your wrist.

“Have you ever been bitten, dove?” John asks, eyes half lidded as he stares you down.

Prey. You’re just prey.

“N-no…” You shake your head, voice smaller than you’d like. You’re not supposed to. Clients aren’t allowed to bite the girls here - it’s not one of those clubs - but in reality you’re at their mercy. To book one of these rooms they surely have the money to pay whoever necessary to do whatever they might want with you. It’s not like you’re one of those girls anyone would miss.

“Donnae look so afraid.” Johnny chuckles.

“We’re not goin’ t’bite.” Kyle leans forward. “Just curious.”

“Oh…” You whisper. Johnny drops your wrist and you pray that they don’t notice how quickly you retract it. As you settle back into the booth, you allow yourself to sink comfortably into the soft cushions. A jolt shoots down your spine as a cool finger tucks a section of hair behind your ear. Your eyes meet John’s - some undiscernible pain swirls in those grey-blues. It looks wrong, that much emotion on such a statuesque face. He glances past you, toward Simon, you think.

The next thing you know you’re blinking blearily, sitting in John’s lap with your legs across Kyle’s. The younger man’s hand rests on your leg, thumb gently stroking your ankle as you come back to sentience.

It’s like coming up from the undertow and getting your first gasp of air.

“There she is.” Johnny murmurs, smiling softly.

You were compelled - you know that much. There isn’t any other explanation for your sudden, uninterrupted blackout. It’s disorienting. You rub the corner of your eye, purposefully evening your breath. At least your clothes are all still in place. You don’t feel… used. Not bitten either. A choked sigh escapes you against your will, hands trembling in your lap.

“You’re alright, dove.” John coos, cold breath puffing against your neck. A shiver runs down your spine. How much time has passed? When… what… “Can be hard t’come out of it, hm?”

“I’m okay...” You whisper.

“Have some water.” Kyle pushes a glass toward you. The concern on his face feels foreign.

A large, empty decanter of scotch sits in the center of the table accompanied by five empty glasses. That’s the closest hint you have to how long you’ve been here. You take the glass of water shakily and sip, leaving an imprint of red lipstick on the rim.

John continues to coo and soothe down your hair. His other hand travels down to rest on your hip, holding you in place against him. It’s strange… this feeling. You’ve been compelled before briefly but it wasn’t like this. John has to be strong. Old. He’s been around a while to have that kind of power - for it to be this difficult for you to come out of the haze. Assuming he is the one that compelled out, of course, though it isn’t exactly a stretch based on his behavior.

It’s taking more concentration to keep from crying than you’d like.

Stranger, though, is the way they watch you. The way John works you back to reality. Most vampires would have been inappropriate while you were gone, wouldn’t bother with the borderline aftercare needed when coming out from under their spell. Most would have left you slumped in the booth - drained of blood or pleasure or both - laughing as they went.

You clear your throat, sitting up a little straighter and gathering your wits. “Can I get you gentleman anything else?”

They share a look, one that you can’t quite interpret.

“You’re sure you’re alright?” John asks, voice low.

You look up at him with big eyes. Childlike, almost, staring up in wonder. It’s so strange how vampires aren’t quite white - they just lack the redness of life. The pink under the skin that signifies a beating heart and limited life span.

“I’m sure.”

John presses closer, breath caressing the shell of your ear. “Thank you for being so gracious f’us, tonight.

“Always…” There’s an honestly behind the word that startles you. A craving deep in your bones to prove yourself worthy of him and his men.

Strange.

“We best be on our way.” Simon rumbles, prompting Johnny to let him out of the booth.

John’s eyes flick between yours briefly before he moves you off of his lap with the gentle touch one might use when handling fine china. As much as you want to stay there, dazed and still coming down, you have work to do. So, you stand after them and begin slowly gathering the empty glasses on the tray. They sit heavier in your hand the normal - each movement feels as though you’re moving through molasses.

A cold touch runs up your back and you freeze. Fingers trace the curve of your spine. You straighten, turning slowly only to meet those soft blue eyes again. John takes your hand, eyes alight with something you don’t understand. “I’ll tell the owner he’s wasting you as a servin’ girl. You’re made for more.”

Before you can even possibly decide how to respond, he’s gone. Disappeared through the curtain and into the forever night. Something crinkles in your hand. When you look down, slowly opening your fingers, the contents make your heart jump into your throat.

Cash. A massive roll of neatly banded cash.

How much is this? A few thousand? More?

With frightened eyes and slippery hands you tuck the cash into the secret pocket of your coat. Having that much cash on your person is so out of your wheelhouse - out of the realm of possibility- you don’t know how to react.

You didn’t even get to say thank you.

Your mind whirls as you finish up your shift, eyes glazed over while slipping on your coat and gathering your things from your locker to make the long trek home before the train stops running. The other girls look off put. A few whisper and stare. The air is heavy with the implication that they know something you don’t. They must. You aren’t exactly in on the gossip.

What do they think you did?

Then again, you think as you brace yourself for the lurching and squealing of the metro, there isn’t any way to know what happened. Not unless one of the vampires tells you, and good luck prying any information out of one of them. Even if they tell you, they can just make you forget all over again.

How did you behave? Were you the same as always? Were you an entirely different person?

Some people forget themselves when under compulsion - every inhibition thrown to the wind carelessly. You need your inhibitions. They keep your job secure and yourself safe. You can’t afford carelessness.

The walk back home is tense. That small bulk in your pocket burns a hole though you as your mind runs with every possibility of what might have happened. What you might have done to earn such a massive tip. It can’t have been dignified, could it? There’s no way they just like you. That’s not how vampires are. Then again, at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter. They liked you enough to pay you. There isn’t any point in trying to dissect such a simple transaction beyond that.

It takes everything to motivate yourself to actually take off your clothing and jewelry before falling into bed. However long they had you, it drained you. Left you tired and shaky as you crawl under the thick bundle of quilts that make up for the lack of heating in your home.

Your eyes meet the wad of cash that barely fit in the inner pocket of your coat. It feels like a threat. Use me well or lose me forever! Make me count because you’ll never see me again!

For now, at least, you can bask in the simple victory of it.

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[dangerous-yam-fries]

Male Naga x GN!Reader - NSFW

Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, envenomation, hemipenes, cock-warming, terato, yandere behavior, MINORS LEAVE NOW

You had been hasty when you initiated sexual acts with what should be your research specimen. And now that you were coming down from a rather hazy high, you had time to collect your thoughts and set your mind straight.

Something had tried to kill you back in the pond, but you weren’t sure what. When you woke up you where entrapped within the fleshy, scaly bind of Hyacinths tail, and then you, and him, had sex. You had to get to the bottom of what happened at the pond before you passed out, but you didn’t have the heart to question Hyacinth. Not after you molested and coerced him into having sex with you… if anything, he was victim here! But… his dicks were still inside of you.

“Stressed? (Name)?” Hyacinth shifted behind you, his hemipenes wriggling against your walls as he readjusts himself.

“Uh… Hyacinth… I don’t remember much from before I passed out, but I did wake up with you…” He wrapped his arms around you slightly tighter, resting his head on your shoulder and looking at you. Your breath hitched at his eyes, they were probably the reason you weren’t angry or upset about your current situation. His eyes were so beautiful, it just made any negative feelings melt away, and you could feel yourself relaxing.

“Someone attacked you, I’m adept in water, and I saw no reason for you to die.” His eyelashes batted against his cheeks as he blinked, his lips moved so gracefully that you almost couldn’t focus on his words. “So I saved you, and took you back to my… humble abode.” His lips curled into a smile that he pressed to your cheek, his eyes gazing into yours.

“Thank you, Hyacinth. I… probably would’ve died without your help.” You turn your head and kiss his cheek, ghosting his lips with your own.

“You’re welcome then, pet.” His voice is quiet and he kisses you gently, his cocks moving inside of you, slippery and hot. He brings his mouth down to your shoulder and bites into it, releasing more of his venom into your bloodstream.

Hyacinths venom has various uses, one of which works as a sexual stimulant. But you were too high off it to realize. “Just relax, you’re safe here with me. No need to think about anything else~” His voice was quiet, his forked tongue grazing along your neck and chin, pulling you into another kiss.

“Mmm-hm.” You mumble and turn your body so that you’re facing him, a lusty fog settling over your brain, addling your body with heat. You shiver and shake as his dicks move inside of you, poking the parts that make your head throwback in eye rolling pleasure.

Your hole feels loose from cock warming and love making, but Hyacinth sighs at your warmth wrapping around him, your insides tightening as he deepens the kiss. His tongue is long and dexterous, wrapping around yours in a hot, wet, dance dripping with arousal. He moans into your mouth obscenely, making you whimper and shake around him.

“You feel so good, (Name). I really, really adore you, pet.” Hyacinth breaks away from the kiss and whispers, his opalescent eyes gazing into yours as he finishes inside of you with a few thrusts into your heat. “I love you, so much.” His face is flushed and sweaty, his scars looking pinker than usual, his hair is messy and sticking to his skin. And his eyes look scared, like he’s afraid of your verdict, your reaction, and you can see that he is hanging onto your very breath.

“I… adore you as well, Hyacinth.” Even high off his venom and sex, you’ve still only known him for a day, you couldn’t break out the L-Word just yet. Hyacinth knew he couldn’t ask too much of you, but your words were enough for now. He chuckled breathlessly, smiling and pressing his forehead to yours to look into your eyes from up close.

“Am I adorable? Do you find me cute?” His smile is so pure for such a dirty moment that it takes your breath away, making you giggle as well. You can feel Hyacinths dicks squirming inside of you, mildly stimulated from your laughter. He blushes and pulls out, you can feel something leaking from your hole, clenching around air as you respond.

“You’re so adorable, and I think you’re very cute, Hyacinth.” You wrap your arms around his neck and rub his back, reaching up to play with his chocolate-brown hair. “You’re beautiful, so beautiful…” You sigh, looking in his eyes is like staring down eternity. It’s so calming and peaceful, so enchanting.

“I think you’re adorable, and cute.” He kisses your lips. “And smart.” A kiss to your nose. “And handsome.” He kisses your cheek. “And far more beautiful than me, pet.” He stops to look you dead in the eyes, his eyes shine with contemplation. “I love you so much, (Name).”

His words are sobering, lifting your head from the clouds of horniness. What you were doing right now was dangerous and stupid, you should be bringing him back to camp and gathering samples. But you didn’t want him to catch on to your mental state. You knew that he injected you with his venom for a reason, and you didn’t want to be subjected to it again.

“I think I… love you too, Hyacinth.” You need to play along to reach your objective, and while you don’t want to manipulate the one that saved you, it’s the only way.

He beamed at your words, his smile growing and his eyes lighting up. You would have to be careful of his eyes, they might just break your resolve. “That… You make me so happy, pet. I love you. It feels good to say.” He giggles and kisses you, you kiss back and quickly pull away. Your insides ached and your hole burned, your neck stinging from his bites, bleeding in places. “Pet?”

“Hyacinth… I was wondering if I could put my clothes back on, and maybe take you back to my camp so we could eat something. Together.” You ask timidly, looking over his shoulder to the mangled cloth that was your clothes.

“I have plenty of food here, no need to worry.” Your eyes watched his tail move across the room, picking up a plump looking fruit. He readjusts his posture so that your sitting on him, your back to his stomach, his hands rubbing your sides. “Only the best for you, pet.” He whispers into your ear and kisses your cheek, rubbing his cheek against yours.

“Thank you, Hyacinth. It looks delicious.” Well that plan failed. But the fruit did look good, a ripe yellow outside, with some slight enzymatic browning, but you could tell it was bursting with juice. He cracks it open with ease, and sure enough, juice came dripping from it, glistening on his sharp nails and veiny hands.

“Eat up, pet. It’s hydrating as well.” He brings the plump inside up to your mouth, and you sheepishly take a bite. You roll the flavorful fruit in your mouth, despite its pale color it’s plush with sweetness and endlessly refreshing after not eating for half a day.

“It’s good… what’s it called?” You ask, chewing on it. Cataloging different flora was a part of your job, so it counted as work. Barely.

He let out a serious of hisses and purrs, laughing at your reaction. “In your language, it means ‘sweet solid water’. We’re very literal in our speech.”

“Sweet solid water, huh? I’ve never seen a fruit like this. In fact, I’m here on a research mission, my team is working on finding things like this. Things that are new to our species. If I could take some of this back to camp with me-“

“Do you really have to leave so soon? You should rest with me, where you’re safe.” His voice emphasized ‘safe’, and you could feel his arms tighten around your stomach.

“You should come with me, I… specialize in the study of snakes, so it would mean a lot to me if you’d let me study you. We would spend a lot of time together…” You gulped and tried to relax your body, leaning into his touch.

“Not all humans are as kind as you, pet. We should stay here for now. Let’s not think to hard on this, alright?” It was less of a question and more of an order, one that made your blood run cold.

“Sounds like a plan. You think I could have some more of that fruit?” Something didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t just aches from sex or hunger. But Hyacinth was still a naga, the very creature you had been looking so hard for, and you weren’t going to let wriggle his way out of your grasp.

[barbies1shots]

can we do someone (your favorite) from AOT ? preferably with a size difference or height difference 🤭

ive been told that my fav (reiner) is someone we hate soo im going to do eren .

☆ - Size difference , slight public setting , cliche (?) , spoiled!reader , blackcoded!reader , cervix fucking , name calling(ma , pa , baby ) , unprotected sex (wrap it be4 you tap it.) , creampie (i cant help myself)

"how you like this one, eren?" you asked as you walked infront of him and gave him a little twirl. his green eyes following you with every movement, obviously caught on the way the lace flings to your hips like a second skin.

the both of you are currently in Victoria's Secret changing room, so you could try on a skimpy yet beautiful lace sets for whatever reason. you eren decided that its time to go shopping and so far, you spent at least hundreds in each store you had your eyes on. soending cash on shoes, clothes, bags and jewelry, food, and even bras and underwear.

"gimme another spin." he asked you, his tongue dipping out to damped his lips. he put all the shopping bags on the hot pink bench, "come closer," he gestured with his hand.

as you stood in between his long legs, his large hands came up and cupped your hips, pulling you closer.

"you like it, huh pa?" you giggled when you felt his breath on the vally of your breasts. your arms wrapped around his neck as he stood up, easily towering over your smaller form and backed you up into the dressing room. the curtain snapped closed with the magnetic clips on the sides.

"cmon, gimme another spin." he asked you again with a slight smirk. you grinned up at him with a bite of your lips and turned around. you made sure you brushed your ass against his crotch and made eye contact with him in the mirror.

his arms came around, and he made you feel safe. his bigger frame completely engulfing you as he reached down to play with the lace straps sitting on your hips, "y'know i like it." he said with a smirk before his lips landed on yours. the movement made you back up into the mirror, pinned in between him and the mirror.

your breathy moans filled the small space once one hand shoved itself into the underwear and the other around to speeze at the fat of your ass. his – now wet – skillful fingers made play with your little clit, pinching and pulling with precision. "d.. damn!" you bit your lip, trying to consume your own moans. he smirked into your neck as he felt you getting wetter, and pushed his fingers in, immediately pressing into the spongy spot.

your eyes widened and you went up on your tip toes, trying to run from the pleasure but his hand on your ass held you down, "baby its big- its s'so big-" you began before his other hand came crashing down on your mouth, shutting up any (and all) noise.

"you don't want people asking if we're alright, huh ma? you want to be that loud, go ahead- we'll just get kicked out of your favorite store." he laughed into your neck as he plunged his think fingers into your slippery cunt, pulling and pushing at your gummy walls.

his 2 fingers already felt like a dick once he pulled them out and heaved a thigh on his hip, making your back arch off the mirror. he smirked again, "be quiet, baby" he said before positioning himself at your entrance, he rubbed his leaky tip into your clit catching the bud before actually sinking in.

"you've taken it plently of times before, quit struggling." he grunted as he made you take his inches, all his inches. he held your thigh well above your head and straightened it to press against your chest.

the angle is life threatening.

"nono fuckfuck baby.. mm!" you whimpered as he gave you his inches, the tip pressing slightly against your cervix. he thrusted sharply and it knocked the breath out you. "eren, i'so big, feel you in my tummy.."

eren bit his lip as he felt your gummy walls contracting and milking him.

"fuckk me, ma" he groaned into your sweaty neck, his hips studded as he quickly came to an end. "cum with me, please. youre so beautiful, white is your color, ma" he whimpered as he came, coating your gummy walls with his semen.

the pressure from his orgasm made your walls constrict again, making eren whine and you creamed all over his dick, making it weep and drip as eren held your limp body up against the mirror.

"you jus' so good to me, baby," he groaned into your neck as he slowly pulled out and lowering your sore (now shaking) leg onto the ground. he took some cloth from the ground and wiped at your trembling thighs and kissed at your neck while you catched your breath–

"are we okay in there, ma'am? sir?" a polite women asked with a slight smile laying at her lips. she shifted her feet as she waited for an answer. a small gasp at the suddenness escaped your lips, and you quietly laughed as eren got down on his knees, cleaning you up. he looked up from under his lashes, his green eyes catching the light as he moved,

"get this set in all colors, i want 2 of each pair." he said, already knowing the woman knew which set you had on.

swear i pulled this right out my ass . if you want smth specific , ASK ! dont be afraid , ill try my best to give you that vision .

[skyeslittlecorner]

Horns Cleaning Manual | Andrealphus

I miss him. And I want to experiment with form. And I miss him.

~900 words

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Hello, [insert_your_name]! We wanted to extend our gratitude for your recent purchase of our polishing kit. Your support is invaluable to us. In addition, with the choice of a premium set, we send additional instructional materials to help you properly use the product. The set includes instructions along with a visual presentation prepared thanks to courtesy of Descendant of Solomon. If you have any questions or require further assistance, please feel free to contact us. We're here to help. Once again, thank you for choosing our product. We look forward to serving you again in the future. [This message was automatically generated with the promotional code used on our website. Please, do not reply.]

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You stare at the printed draft of generative commercial email, already regretting getting tricked into this. Bimet will pay you for it, and not in money.

You don't really know what to do, but okay, you'll figure it out as you go. You were supposed to choose a devil to work with. Preferably, one with big horns. There was only one reasonable option in your head.

🧡 Step one - preparations. A hard, strong chair that won't break. It can also be a bed or a sofa. You sit Andrealphus there and straddle his lap. Dress casually, preferably loosely. In your case, it's only underwear and Andrea's shirt.

🧡 He looks quite amused and places his hands on your hips. His thumbs rubs circles on your body, as he is tilting his head so you have full access to his horns.

🧡The box you have next to you doesn't have many devices. A pair of silk cloths, a polishing spray, anti-slip ointment, a finger-sized polisher with replaceable heads. But what you do first is push back his long hair and massage the base of those horns.

🧡He hums contentedly, and you feel him tilt his head even more towards you. When you grab one of the horns you feel that they are strong, thick and slightly rough to the touch. You pet him to get him ready. They must be handled gently.

🧡 It doesn't help that you feel your movements on the horns in your body… Be strong.

🧡 Well, Andrea doesn't even try to be strong. Being hard is another thing. With every stroke you make, you feel his breathing quicken. The hands that were previously on your waist moved to your back and ass.

🧡 You start applying anti-slip ointment. Don't know how it works, but apparently it retains milk. As you put it on, Andrea mews about how slippery and hot it is. You are not a monster. Don't apply it to the ends. You want to see him writhing in pleasure, all dirty.

🧡 He tries to be collected, but can't even see you. Only feel how your skin getting hotter and your smell changes. You squirm in his lap. And you expect him to stand still. Do you want to drive him crazy?

🧡 Screw this. He'll help you later, he has other things to do now. When you lift yourself up and down on his lap again to reach for polisher, he wraps his arms around your waist tightly and pulls you closer. You started polishing the rough edges of his horns, so you're kneeling higher than him, so he has perfect access to your chest. Why are you wearing a T-shirt? Take it off. It won't be needed.

🧡 He knows you want it too. He felt you deliberately sitting on his bulge. Your clothes are already wet. Off with them!

🧡 Andrea is way too stimulated to tease you. When you want to sit on his lap, he grabs you by the hips and impales you hard on him. Loud moan escape your lips.

🧡 He's so hard. You feel him inside, better than usually. Hot, throbbing veins, tight, slippery sensation. Your head is spinning. He keeps you from getting used to him and lifts you higher, only to lower you again. Strong. Very strong.

🧡 His arms are all over your body, his lips licking and nibbling your neck and chest. He is quiet, you are not. Especially when the strongest pleasure hits you.

🧡 You hold his horns like a handrail to keep him under control. One of them is warmer, slippery, but not wet. The second one has already sprayed milk on your face and his. The scent is sweet and earthy. His.

🧡 He comes deep inside you. Shivering in his arms, you lean on the muscular chest, hardly catching breath yourself.

🧡 He lies down and purrs, and that's the loudest sound you hear from him. Keeps stroking your body like he can't get enough of it. Runs his fingers over every scar and mole. He knows your body by heart, but he wants to remember it anyway.

🧡 You kiss him deeply. He did a great job, you praise him quietly and shower his face with kisses. With each word, his hands became more gentle. He only responds to you with one sentence. "I love you."

Last step. You stare at the video with a beet red face and then at the sample email Bimet showed you. Screw him. He won't get anything. It's only yours. If he wants, you can smile at the camera in the normal ad. Later. Now you're going to cuddle the handsome devil who's waiting for you in the bed.

[subskz]

RINNIE I’ve got an idea…

Punishing Lino or Hannie with numbing cream.

Like jerking them off with numbing cream, so it’ll feel so good at first since the cream will work as lube, and lubed handjobs are <33 But the cream slowly kicks in and the can’t feel a thing in their precious dicks anymore :(( Then you take your gloves off (bc you obviously don’t want the cream to numb your hands) and you put on a condom for them so the cream doesn’t transfer to you as you ride them. It would be so tortuous for them to see you bouncing on their cock but not being able to feel a single thing! Tease them and tell them how good it feels, and how much you’re clenching down on them, and watch them get frustrated that they can’t feel you. The only thing that’s keeping them hard despite not feeling a thing is the visual, because it’s just so, so hot.

Hannie would absolutely be the first to break down and cry out of the two. He’s pitifully bucking up into you as if that’s gonna help him feel something. He’s gonna be crying his little heart out, telling you that “you’re so mean!” for making him endure this torture. He’ll beg and beg for you to wash the numbing cream off so that he can feel you wrapped around him. But you don’t relent, because this is his punishment after all. He’ll even try to rub his nipples for stimulation or reach behind you to finger himself, but you’re always one step ahead since you already added numbing cream to those areas as well (since you knew he’ll start touching those parts), which makes him cry even harder. But it turns him on so, so much as well, since now he’s really just a dildo for you <33

Lino would be so, so stubborn. He’ll act as if this doesn’t bother him at all. But in just a few more minutes, he’ll start whining, which embarrasses the hell out of him, but at this point, he doesn’t care. Exaggerate your moans a bit so he really gets needy. Like Hannie, he’ll also try bucking up into you, but in the end, it’s futile. Make him watch you use his cock to bring yourself to several orgasms, then after that, you start cleaning up. Was it over already? But he didn’t even get to cum yet! He’ll start protesting and all that for you to come back and help him out, telling you that it was rather rude for you to leave him like this. But you just simply ignore him and go wash yourself up. You’ll probably come out of the bathroom to find the kitty trying to finger himself for some sort of relief, but he just can’t! It doesn’t nearly feel as good as when you do it for him :(

oh this is pure insanity 😵‍💫 what a perfect punishment both of their reactions would be priceless for different reasons. hannie being the easiest to break and lino being one of the hardest to break…but in the end they’re still both reduced to a helpless, whining mess hehe. jerking them off using the cream is so clever too, you let him feel just enough pleasure to bring him close to the edge as you spread the cream w lazy, slippery strokes, then suddenly the numbness begins to kick in and any build into his climax fizzles out. the fun’s over for him but just starting for you~

the sight of jisung working so hard to try and get himself to feel something, thrusting like an animal w the most adorable, frustrated, look on his face and watery eyes would be to die for 😽 the most agonizing part abt it is that the numbing cream doesn’t completely leave him senseless, but it’s just effective enough that he can’t get any real pleasure from it…there’s none of your wetness or softness that he aches for, all he can feel is the faint clench of your walls around his numb dick that tells him how good you’re feeling using him like a toy. and if that isn’t enough, the way you exaggerate your moans to taunt him makes him so crazy with need, he’d absolutely start crying ): esp after trying to get himself off w his nipples as a last resort, only for it to break him down further bc he just feels so pathetic and helpless doing everything he csn without gaining any relief. he babbles out apologies through all his sobbing, but at that point it’s too late! all he can do now is take his punishment like a good boy and watch at your mercy as you ride him w tears streaming down his face. and maybeee if he behaves enough, you’ll cup his wet cheeks and give him some kisses, murmuring to him that he should he thankful that he gets to make you feel so good <3

a punishment where lino feels nothing at all would be his absolute nightmare…no pain or pleasure, just being used like a pretty little plaything for your satisfaction~ he’s so stubborn but at the same time so impatient. at first he tries playing it off by mocking you bc how is fucking him a punishment? he watches w the cheekiest grin as you pump his dick, but he can only act smug for so long before it sets in that you’re 100% set on not letting this spoiled brat get off today <3 his whines would be so pretty…starting off kinda quiet and soft like “are you serious? this isn’t fair” w the hopes that’ll be enough to win you over, but his voice gets progressively needier the more you grind your hips down against him, rolling your body in a way that he knows would make his mind melt if only he could feel it. and degrading him on top of that bc unlike jisung, he refuses to apologize…taunting him for only being able to last this long when his dick is numb, saying he’s only useful as your fucktoy <3 he’d definitely get defiant and try thrusting up into you, but it just adds to the humiliation more when he doesn’t get an ounce of stimulation from it. catching him trying to finger himself afterwards would be so hot hehe poor kitty isn’t used to having to do it all himself…depending on how far gone he is you might just get to watch him push his fingers in an out of himself pitifully as he begs so sweetly for you to help him out

[slamminslamminmcgill]

Hear me out, Joel quite but rough fucking you while you’re hiding out in a new place (I keep thinking about him with a piss kink but I don’t think I can come up with a scenario where he’d have one, I think he might be an exception🥲)

i wrote a little bit about that first idea here. it’s short but just a couple thoughts abt it

and not to worry brother i got some ideas for joel piss >:3

warning: piss, degradation/humiliation, spit, face slapping, a little bit of intox (alcohol), squirting mention, daddy kink (i feel like that’s just synonymous with me posting joel at all tbh)

anatomical terms: pussy/cunt

there’s 2 main reasons he likes it

1.) messiness - he’s already a fan of sloppy sex, whether it be him spitting on you, blowing a few loads on/in you, or just your makeup running while you’re squirting your fucking brains out, he loves seeing how disheveled he can get you. covering you with piss is another way to do that

2.) degradation - having you so addicted to his cock that you’d do whatever he says no matter how humiliating. and you BET he’s gonna rub it in

“dirty fuckin’ whore. you’ll just let me do anything to you, won’t ya?” SMACK “bet i could piss all over this pretty face, and you’d like it. prolly beg me for more, even.”

he says that in jest, but when you’re receptive to it, he’s pleasantly surprised.

“oh shit, for real? goddamn. knew you were a freaky bitch.”

he is NOT properly hydrated sorry. his piss is yellow and strong welcome to flavortown. he likes making you drink it if you can. but if you can’t he’ll be nice and just give you a hot golden shower 💛 how sweet of him

orrrr he’ll just stick his cock down your throat and piss like that. you won’t have to taste it if it completely bypasses your tongue hehe

if you ARE able to handle the taste, he’ll give you a mouthful and hold your jaw open so he can spit into it. then he’ll say

“flush it down, slut.”

loves praising you after, but ofc it’s backhanded compliments. he knows you need positive reinforcement, but he can’t have you getting too full of yourself.

“good boy. such a good little pisspig for your daddy, aren’t’cha, boy? nasty little cunt, drinkin’ all his daddy’s piss like that. ‘m proud of ya.”

he wants to try going a full day where every time he has to piss, he does it in your mouth. daddy needs to keep his baby hydrated 🥰

OOOOO WHAT IF WHAT IF what if y’all are both shitfaced drunk and you’re fucking in the shower. he’s got you bent over, his cock buried to the hilt in your pussy, and he just. goes still.

you look back over your shoulder at him, “joel? what’re you-?”

“shhh,” he grabs you by the hair and smushes your face into the wet tile wall, “don’t fuckin’ move.”

he doesn’t say any more than that. you’re left wondering what the he’ll he means by that, until you feel heat swelling inside you, filling you up and putting pressure on your cunt from the inside out.

you gasp and shake when you realize what he’s doing, “a-ah! joel! joel, that’s-“

he just squeezes your hips tighter against him, “told you not to fuckin’ move.” he lets out a deep sigh as he empties his bladder inside you. “s’okay, babe. daddy’s almost done…”

by the time he finishes, you feel like you’re about to burst, you’re so full. then he slowly withdraws his hips, and all that heat comes rushing out of you. it’s such a sweet relief, it has you drooling down the shower wall. and it makes your cunt so slick and slippery when he fucks the rest out of you

ofc he’ll wash you off after. lots of hugs and kisses and REAL praise to thank you for indulging him 🥹

“good job, sweetheart. did so good for me. let’s get you cleaned up now, alright?”

[luvsymai]

FAKE BOYFRIEND ; Shoto Todoroki

Chapter 5. SEE YOU ON SATURDAY!

Genre: Romance, fluff

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“So… see you on Saturday, then?” Todoroki asked you, scratching the back of his head.

After he had asked you about going on a date, which he had referred to as ‘day’, you had corrected him shortly afterwards, you two had an agreement to go out on Saturday this week.

“Yep! But… are you not going back to the dorms with me..?” You asked.

“No. I’m visiting the hospital today.” He replied.

“Ah, okay…” You didn’t ask for any more explanation from him, as you considered the fact that it might be too personal to ask him, and you two aren’t that close to be asking about personal matters.

“Do you want me to accompany you to the dorms?” He suddenly asked, which took you back.

“N-No! You don’t have to!” You disagreed, waving your hands profusely as you rejected his offer. He nodded slowly at your answer.

“Well, I’ll have to go now, Todoroki. Stay safe on your way to the hospital!” You waved at him before turning around to go back to the dorms.

Before you could even walk another step, someone grabbed your wrist, which made you stop in your tracks as you looked at the person confusedly.

“What’s wrong, Todoroki?” You asked, confusion written all over your face.

He looked hesitant, as he replied to you.

“Can I get your number…?”

You felt your cheeks heat up at what he said, but before you could open your mouth to reply, he spoke first.

“Ah, it’s so i can contact you.. I don’t have you in my contacts yet,” He explained, which made you let out a small “oh” as you felt slightly disappointed.

You found it weird. He can just go knock at your room, or you could go to his room. But then again, it was also reasonable at the same time.

You’ll need his number too, anyway.

“Yeah, sure,” You exchanged numbers, with him typing out his number on your phone while you typed yours. You saved your contact name on his phone as (Last name), with him doing the same.

“Okay, goodbye.” He gave you back your phone, and you gave his back.

“Bye!” You waved at him with a smile. You felt your smile grow as you saw him waving back to you.

“Bye.”

Once you reached the dorms, you went to your room. It was already six in the evening, so you decided to have dinner, and do your skincare after taking a bath.

While you were doing your skincare, your phone had a notification, which you glanced over.

It was a notification from Todoroki.

Todoroki

Where do you want to go on Saturday?

Your eyes widened and you panicked as you quickly washed your slippery hands, drying your hands with your robe afterwards. You completely forgot that you agreed to on Saturday with him a few hours ago, so you were surprised when he texted you. You opened your phone and replied to him.

You

What about you?? Where do you wanna g o

go*

You cringed at the text you sent him. It sounded way too casual for your liking, but you couldn’t do anything about it as your screen was slippery because of your half-wet hands. You saw the chat bubbles, indicating that he was typing a message.

You quickly exited the iMessage app and closed your phone, placing it on the counter as you slapped your cheeks.

When you heard the little ding! notification, you quickly glanced at the reply out of nervousness.

Todoroki

I don’t mind, anywhere you want to go.

You felt your cheeks heat up reading his reply. You opened your phone and typed a message to him.

You

do you want to go on uh

a picnic perhaps??

Todoroki

Picnic perhaps? I’ve never heard of that place before.

You weren’t sure if he was way too innocent for his own good, or if it’s just because you didn’t put a comma after picnic.

It’s probably the latter.

You

ah, i mean do you want to go on a picnic, perhaps?

sorry lol i made you confused.

Todoroki

Oh, I was joking.

I understood you the first time, I apologise.

But yeah, we can go on a picnic.

You chuckled. He sounded formal even when texting.

You

okay! ^__^

Todoroki

^__^ ?

You

It’s an emoji!

cute, right?

Todoroki

I guess so?

You felt awkward at his reply, biting your lip as you thought of a reply to him.

You

also, about the picnic, i’ll just prepare the food :D

we can go during lunch time. is that okay with you?

Todoroki

Yeah, sure

You

i’ll go to your room at exactly 11:30 am

Todoroki

You don’t have to, I’ll just go to your room instead.

You can text me when you’re done.

You

well, okay!

so it’s an agreement then?

Todoroki

It’s an agreement. ^__^

You felt yourself laugh at his text, quite surprised at the emoji he used.

He’s cute, alright.

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[farter-imperator]

Thinking about how the four Papas react to being given a baby to hold.

Primo: He's actually the best out of the four when it comes to kids. After all, he basically raised Secondo and Terzo. Their own father was far too... Busy.

He'll gladly hold a baby. He likes holding them. If he sees a sibling of sin that's a new parent and they're struggling in the hallways of the Ministry while also holding their baby, he'll carefully pluck the baby out of their arms (with the parent's permission, of course), and hold them until the sibling is sorted out.

"Let me hold them for a second while you get sorted out, Suora. These baby carriages, they are so fiddly, hm? Hello, little one..."

Rocking slowly in place and humming to the baby. Making the baby wave at any other siblings who walk past.

Loves having Old Man Naps in his armchair with a baby rested on his chest. Grumbles that he was just resting his eyes whenever someone wakes him.

Secondo: Doesn't hate babies, but he won't go out of his way to hold one either.

He waits until someone places a baby in his arms instead of him volunteering to hold a baby.

For some reason, babies seem to love his nose and they will grab at it the second he's holding them.

Looks VERY grumpy while holding the baby. Gotta keep the tough guy exterior up. Smiles down at the baby and gently tickles their tummy when no one's watching.

Terzo: Nope. Do NOT hand him a baby. He will actively go "Nonononono-" while someone tries to put the baby in his arms.

To him, babies are gross and sticky and always weirdly moist. He holds babies at arm's length when he's given one to hold. If you ever want to see Terzo looking terrified, just place a crying baby in his arms and ask him to settle them for you.

He has to leave the room while a baby's diaper is being changed or he will gag completely unironically. He gets so grossed out by it.

He tries to leave Unholy Baptisms to his brothers. Holding a baby is uncomfortable enough for him, having to hold a baby while wearing his good robes, then dunking it in water, then having to hold a wet, slippery, crying baby is Terzo's worst nightmare.

He's a little better with kids once they exit the sticky, drooly stage.

Copia: He's... Interesting, when it comes to babies.

Like Secondo, he doesn't volunteer to hold babies. Like Terzo, he panics as soon as they're lifted into his arms, but... He has this weird skill where babies seem to settle as soon as they're placed in his arms.

You can give him a colicing baby to hold and he'll have them settled within two minutes flat. Just by holding them and talking to them.

He's very humble about it, too. And he doesn't know how he does it. Babies just like him.

Likes to walk around with babies and point stuff out to them. Gently places his biretta on their head, even though it's far too big for him. Definitely has a baby puke stain down the back of at least one of his cassocks that he can't seem to get out, no matter what he does.

[icarusredwings]

Beach day filler episode

Thinking about my au thing and if they went to the beach. Who's here:

Scott, Hank, Remi, Kurt, Kevin, Piotr, Wade, Logan, Forge, and Johnathan. The ACTUAL Wolverine.

Jean, Ororo, Rouge, Laura, Ellie, Yukio, Jubilee, Gabby, and Mary puppins. The dog.

As a treat, They all loaded up and went to the beach, infact they actually rented it for the day. Didn't know you could rent a beach, could you? Well, you can, actually. Esspecially when you're the fucking Xmen.

The very first thing that happened when they arrived was Scott playing daddy and forcing everyone to put on sunscreen. (But forgot himself)

Despite Wade pointing out that literally all of his skin is cancerous anyway, Logan slathered him with it, borderline wrestling him to put it on but turns out sunscreen is very slippery and when your opponet keeps getting wrestle-boners (as he called them) he too ended up with a lot of sunscreen on him too.

Hank then brought up the fact that he couldn't really put on sunscreen because.. well... he has fur. This was followed by Kurt arguing that he wasn't putting sunscreen in his fur either. "Uhm... well.. I suppose you have a point." So both the blue boys got away with not having any.

Here's some things that are happening:

Storm, Jean, and Mary puppins are relaxing while lying back on the beach, talking about how silly the younger ones are being and gossiping about their husbands.

Remi is hunting for seashells for Rouge.

Kurt caught a tadpole and held it in his hands for a bit to tease the girls with it. Wade, being the curious little thing that he is, looked at it too and waved it off when they let it go, frowning.

"Aww! Why'd you have to let him go? That was my friend!"

"Zometimes zhe best zhing you can do for a fwiend iz wet zhem go."

"....Im starting to notice a pattern of speech on this team."

"Vhat?"

"Exactly."

Hank asked, "Are you sure this water is sanitary?" In which he was laughed at but reassured it was "much cleaner than the swamp I grew up in" by Remi, who did end up finding some shells for his chere.

At some point during the day, Forge brought people drinks, coming to the girls first with a "Ladies. Godess." Towards Ororo, who couldn't help but roll her eyes fondly as Jubilee giggled. She loved a good romance story.

Yukio announced that she was building a sand castle and approximately 5 grown men joined her. Guess which ones. It was massive. Like- prize worthy good. They even all took a picture with it. Its going above the fire place at home.

Sometime between things, Logan started grilling, telling a whiney Wade, kevin and Kurt that No. He was NOT going swimming with them and they all know better then to ask.

You won't believe who's the one who actually got him to sit a foot in the water, near the shore.

Now, Colossus and Morph (who is using his powers to also be Colossus to match his height) is playing "Water chicken" with Jubilee and Rouge. Next, after that was Ororo and Jean and then a mix of everyone else who wanted to play.

Ellie and Laura talked about how cringy the adults were being. "Esspecially my father."

"Which one?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Both of them.... Wade is not my dad."

"That's valid."

Gabby challenged Kurt to a hand stand contest, and he lost on purose so she could win, parading her around on his shoulders to Logan, who high fived her and then told her to go attack Wade, who was starting to sit by himself and stare at the waves with a look in his eyes that he didn't like. "No, not like that! I meant - damn it, Gabby!! I meant jump on him or something not stab him in the eye!"

This is when Jean giggles and says. "Kids, am I right?" And Logan lets out a huge sigh. "Tell me about it."

For some reason, Johnanthan really is interested in Mary Puppins. "He's probably just trying to figure out if she's a rat a dog or some kind of secret third option."

"Oh well. Puppins is fixed, so im not worried about it- but I swear if you hurt her! You'll be a hat!"

For most of the day, despite everything, Scott (for once in his damn life) seemed relaxed. He was so relaxed that he got a massive sunburn after falling asleep with "LASIK" written on his lower back like a tramp stamp. The only thing that could be done by someone who purposly applied sunscreen to him in this way.

Still, 3 days later, no one will fess up or admit to it, but Logan has a certain smirk whenever he passes him in the hall.

You honestly would just label this "The Wolverine's family and the Summer's go to the beach" because that's bassically what happened. Other than all of this and all the blood left on the beach, They all had a blast. Except for Scott, of course. I'll give you one hint.

Don't fuck with redheads.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Frank Castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: broken bones, masturbation, slightly bratty pillow princess reader, oral, fingering, penetrative sex.

Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed, thanks 😁

W/c: ~3200

You wished you had a cool backstory, an epic tale that involved maybe saving a dog from being run over by a truck, protecting an old lady from a mugger, or helping stop a horde of ninjas taking over Hell’s Kitchen, but no… the reason that both your wrists and most of your hands were currently wrapped in rigid plaster casts was the result of just being a little bit too tipsy. It wasn’t even really your fault if you dug right into it, it was Karen who had invited you out to Josie’s while Frank was out running rooftops with Matt for the past week or so. You were bored and just wanted to relax and have a bit of fun. It wasn’t fair (or your fault) that you didn’t possess any super senses or were particularly competent in any useful skill other than downing the infamous ‘eel’ (or probably more like ‘worm’) contained in the disturbingly cloudy bottle of tequila in the aforementioned bar, and if the pavement had been uneven (again, not your fault) and you tripped over, flung out your arms to brace yourself and stop yourself from falling right on your face then…

Frank wasn’t impressed. Barely sympathetic when he heard your pained complaints as you sobered up late the next morning, making you wince and swear blind at him as he checked out both your swollen and bruised limbs to confirm, “Yep, you’ve broken em.” he said in a grouchy ‘it’s your own fault’ kinda way. Boo.

Unfortunately, this time your comfort method had backfired spectacularly. You woke up in the middle of the night hornier than you’d been for a long time. The wrong-sized sweatpants were bunched up between the apex of your thighs rubbing against your clit as you tossed and turned in your sleep, the crotch of them was almost drenched with how turned on you were and now you just wanted nothing more than to get off.

You huffed in frustration, you’d gone to bed last night like every other night for the past while, alone. With Frank away until the early morning you usually slung on one of his t-shirts and sometimes a pair of his sweatpants so you could snuggle down to sleep with his scent around you.

You reached down with one hand, slipping your few free fingers under the waistband of the soft fabric to slide them between your slippery folds as you let your knees fall open with a soft sigh. You squirm around as you teased yourself a little, Frank's shirt riding up and exposing your stomach and the undersides of your breasts. You try tweaking and pulling at your nipple while you rubbed your finger over your clit, but no matter which way you try to move, you couldn’t get your arm in the right position.

You reach the other hand down and gather up some of the slick wetness at your entrance before pushing your first two fingers inside. It feels good and you start to moan as you slide them in a little further and speed up the ones that are circling your clit. Or try to. With the knuckles of your fingers almost all covered by the cast you’re not nearly as dexterous, you can't flex your wrist or move them and play with yourself the way you usually do, or the way Frank does…

Shit. Nevermind, you could still fuck yourself, couldn’t you?

All your sex toys are battery powered and all the fucking batteries are dead and you keep forgetting to buy any more, because ‘Frank’s always gonna be there to make sure I’m satisfied, I’m never gonna need another toy again’. The drunken boast you made to Karen a few nights ago not sounding quite so true now…

You shift about trying to reach further with both hands, desperately trying to curl the fingers that are inside and stimulate that spongey spot that nearly always makes you soak Frank’s hand, try to make the tight, fast circles around your swollen clit that have your toes curling. But it’s no use, you can’t reach the angle, you can’t get the speed, you can’t push yourself over that edge that you so desperately wanna fall over.

You have an idea, grabbing Frank’s pillow from next to you, pushing it down between your thighs and squeezing them tightly together as you try to get yourself off by humping it. Again, you creep a bit closer but it's not enough, you can’t finish, you can’t make yourself come.

Thinking about his thick fingers and his talented tongue isn’t helping. Thinking about his perfect, cock ramming into you and splitting you open ISN’T HELPING.

“FUCK!” you almost scream, working your hips, trying to get leverage, probably looking like a dog in heat. You don’t care, you are a bitch in heat, you need to be fucked. Where the fuck was Frank, shouldn't he be back by now?

“God…DAMMIT!!!” you yell as you fling the pillow across the room and go back to trying with your fingers again. Tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, you just want to have a nice orgasm and go back to sleep and then maybe Frankie will slip into bed beside you and everything will be okay.

You could call him. He had always said ‘only if it’s an emergency.’ Well, this is a fucking emergency Frankie. You reach for your phone, awkwardly holding it in one stiff hand and jabbing the screen with the other. It rings out.

Wait…

You hear a vibrating buzz coming from the next room, He’s left his fucking phone at home.

Vibrating…buzz?

Maybe you could put it in a sock or something and-

No.

BLEEP-BLOOP.

Yes. Its a fucking emergency after all. You get up and retrieve the phone, quickly setting an alarm to go off in the next minute before slipping it inside a clean sock and clambering back into bed, holding it in your hand, pressing it into your clit.. You’re a genius, you think to yourself as the alarm silently goes off and our clit gets buzzed delightfully by the regular rhythmic vibrations. It’s not long until you’re nearing that precipice again, pleasure building and building. You wish you could change the settings to make it faster, make it extra vibratey but it’ll do, it’s fine, it’s good, oh it’s so good, fuck, you’re almost… almost-

You throw the phone and sock across the room to join the pillow in the realm of failed improvised sextoys, groaning as you squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve the persistent ache there.

It stops. You're panting, quickly pulling the phone out of the sock and pressing on the side button, Nothing. You try again… nothing. The battery has only gone and fucking died. You could cry.

Then, there’s the sound of keys in the door lock.

Holy hell your sinful prayers have been answered! He’s home!

You sit up on the bed on your knees, Frank’s ruined sweatpants long discarded on the floor, his shirt too long and draping over your spread thighs as you wait in anticipation for him to come in and take you hard.

He almost stumbles over the pillow and clothes littering the floor. “Aww jesus christ babygirl,” he whispers under his breath, “why is all this shit-” He looks up, realising you’re awake and sitting there staring at him like he’s cake.

He’s quiet, probably not wanting to wake you up thinking you’re fast asleep, not dripping wet and desperately rabid. You listen to him piss, wash his hands, face, and brush his teeth before he makes his way into the bedroom.

“Hey, what’re you still doin’ up?” he asks, leaning across to switch on the bedside lamp.

It’s then he clocks the absolutely wild look in your eyes as you clasp around his arm as best you can.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too horny.” Your staccato response has him raising his brows as you’re still tugging at his arm and trying to get him into bed with you. “I need to come!”

Crinkles appear in his forehead as he tilts his head in confusion. “Why didn’t ya have a lil playtime sweetheart? You know I’m usually not back home till early. ‘Sides you’re usually out cold snorin’ next to me after a couple of orgasms.' he chuckles as your mouth turns downward in a frown.

“Oh yeah, wow, didn’t think of that!" You snark. "I can’t get myself off Frankie,” You hold up your forearms. “i've tried everything! Stupid casts won’t let me and your stupid phone that you left here ran out of battery or it woulda made a half decent vibrator!” you pout.

“Say what now?" Frank starts to laugh. "Oh damn. That’s some shitty karma right there ain’t it honey? Hah!”

You make a growling sound that sounds ridiculous even to your own ears as your pouty face becomes even more extreme. “It’s not funny! I’m actually dying, I need to come and you've gotta help me!”

Frank gently shakes free of your grasp. “Don’t think so sweetie, this is what’s called ‘payback’. A lil lesson in why not to get stinkin’ drunk on wormrot at that fucking dump of a bar.”

“Just ‘cos you don’t know how to have any fun! Big, grouchy, fucking ass! You know you want a piece of this.” you drawl as you turn around baring and shaking your naked ass and glistening pussy at him. “Huh? C’mon Frankie,” you whine, “Fuck me.”

"Now that… that's just rude, baby." Frank shakes his head distractedly as he shrugs off his canvas jacket and sits down on the bed, his back leaning against the wall. "Not gonna ask how it went tonight, if I'm alright? Coulda been injured or somethin'."

You turn your head and look him over. "Are you injured?"

"No." He grabs the scruff of the t-shirt you're wearing and pulls you back against him. “Jesus christ.” he grumbles as you almost fall into his lap. “S’that my shirt?”

"Is that so?" Frank barks out a laugh as he finally cups, kneads and squeezes one of your breasts in his hand making you moan. He grips one of your wrapped up wrists with his other hand. "Sweetheart, this is gonna be an extended lesson, so pay attention."

You nod, sighing as his big hands start to run up your sides, rucking up the fabric and just barely brushing over the sides of your breasts. “Mmn, I was wearing your gray pants too, but I kinda messed them up. In a way, it’s your fault I'm horny so you should really be helping me out.”

You tip your head back so you can see his face, your eyes wide and dark in the low light of the lamp. "Don't need a lesson Frankie, just need your dick, your mouth, your fingers, god- just anything!"

"Nah. You gotta ask nice baby, or you ain't gettin' shit." Frank growls and it sends a shiver through you as he stares you down. You love it when he takes control and gets a little mean and you encourage it. But, you still just want him to take care of you so you change your tactics.

"Okay I won't get stupidly drunk, fall over and break both wrists ever again if you do this for me now!" You grind your ass against the crotch of his jeans and he hmms and places a soft kiss on the side of your neck that only makes your blood run hotter.

"You're a little minx." He counters, unmoving.

"You can do better than that princess."

Your mouth drops open with a degree of mock offense. "I'm in a great deal of distress, you can't leave me like this, it's cruel!"

You huff and he smiles, still waiting patiently for you to break. Fine.

"Pleeeeease Frank," you begin to beg, wriggling in his arms. He lifts his gaze up to the ceiling as if in deep consideration. You're so extremely frustrated, wound so tight, you can't deal with his teasing mood right now.

"Frankiiiie, please, need you…" you keep begging, turning in his arms, pawing at him all pathetic and awkward with your cast wrists, your eyes wide and shining. "Only you can make me feel soooo good, just please, please..?" You pepper soft kisses all over his face and lips until he fixes you with those deep brown eyes. "I'll make it so good for you too," you purr, scratching your nails through the short fuzzy hair at the back of his neck that never fails to make him give in.

"Goddamn… shit. Has Red been givin' you negotiating tips on the sly? Alright sweetheart c'mon," he eases you up off his lap, laying you down on your back and you watch as he reaches behind grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off over his head in one movement. When he's kicking off his boots and starts unbuckling his belt you feel the butterflies awaken in your belly, coyly drawing your knees up towards your chest, suddenly so submissive as he strips fully naked and prowls to you. He wrenches your legs open, wasting no time in burying his face between your thighs, tongue dragging right up the very center of your cunt as his strong hands grip your flesh. Your body snaps up off the mattress as he sucks hard at your needy clit, you're trying not to smack your hands off the bed which would potentially cause you even more damage so you settle for clawing at the sheets instead as Frank groans along with you, the vibrations of it pushing deep into your throbbing core as he takes you so quickly all the way up to that sweet edge you've been chasing all night.

His eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Fuck yes, you've got him.

Your eyes shut tight, the back of your head digging into the pillow and your back arching up off the bed as he's utterly relentless in his mission to make you come apart on his tongue. It's not long till he succeeds, you've been ready for it for what feels like hours, giving yourself over as the pure pleasure of an orgasm finally hits you like a truck. You moan loud, likely waking the neighbours as the thick waves of long-awaited bliss judder through your body, whimpering incessantly as he doesn't stop there, kissing your clit as he eases two thick fingers inside your pussy. He curls them, rubbing the sweet spot you were unable to reach, fucking them in and out of you and relishing in your clipped gasping cries as you feel yourself coming all over again in a matter of minutes. It's quick and powerful and Frank palms his crotch as your pussy walls contract around his fingers.

"Fuck yes, god, please just- ahhh!" The sensation of him sliding in and slowly stretching you open, no matter how ready you think you are, always makes your eyes roll back in your skull. And when he's fully sheathed inside as close as you both can be, his forehead resting softly against yours, nothing can ever compare.

You feel him move over you before you open your eyes again, his hips shifting between your legs as they fall open, the head of his cock bumping against your inner thigh as he lifts one of your legs higher to give him access.

"Hey princess," the thick, dark honey of his tone seeps right down into your bones and raises your skin in goosebumps. "You still good, baby? You still want me, huh?" He checks in, holding his cock in his hand and wetting the fat head of it in your copious arousal.

He fills your senses, his solid strength around you, his familiar scent tinged with that of the streets he's been patrolling, mixed with a bit of stale sweat, and the tang of fresh blood from the tiniest split in his lower lip. You stick out your tongue to lick over it, smirking a little as he hisses at the brief sting. Then he presses back, his lips against your lips, his tongue slow, sure and sinful as he kisses you properly and you can't help but melt into it.

"Yeah, there you go," Frank coos as he snaps his hips fast and hard making you whimper. "You gonna give me one more, make it good f'me?"

When he eventually pulls back the look in his eyes is soft, but then he starts to move and it's not gentle. You asked him to fuck you and fuck you is exactly what he's gonna do.

You can only breathe his name as he quickly coaxes you to yet another soaring high. You can't hold onto him the way you're yearning to with your stupid casts in the way, but you try your best, your fingers clawing up his broad back while he ruts into you. He feels so fucking good, always so good, and whether he's tender or brutal with your body his immense love for you is always so clear. He'd do anything for you, even if you are a fucking idiot sometimes.

"Fuuuck, attagirl baby, that's it, y'gonna come f'me?" He has his left arm braced by your shoulder, the other hand with fingers splayed across your throat just where it drives you insane. You didn't think you could after the intensity of the first two orgasms but when you whimper and nod he slides his hand down between your hot bodies to focus his attention on your swollen clit. He knows just the speed and pressure you need along with the way he's fucking his cock in and out of you with long, deep strokes. He swears, low and sexy as you clench and come around him with a high breathy moan, his rhythm rapidly faltering as you bring him to his end too and he unloads inside of you with a gorgeous moan.

"Mmhn… Frankie!" You warn him that you're close as he pushes your thighs back towards your chest, almost folding you in half as he pounds you into the bed.

You stay in each other's arms for a time, until you feel too gross and sticky. Frank helps you have a quick shower without getting your casts wet, bundling you up in a fluffy towel while you sleepily enquire about his evening's exploits. You listen as best you can about the low level gang of assholes that had their asses handed to them by him and Red that night, tracing your fingers gently over his brow where you discover another little cut and bruise you'd hadn't noticed before now.

"Y'told me you weren't injured," you gently scold, your eyes heavy.

"It ain't nothin' big, not like this." He says, tapping your wrist before gently kissing the little scowl off your face with a sly chuckle.

"Yeah okay, thank you, I've learned my lesson, no need to rub it in mister…" you try to stifle your yawn and Frank reaches over to turn off the bedside lamp and cuddles you close to his chest.

"You feelin' better now sweetheart?"

He smiles to himself and kisses the top of your head as your soft snores come as a reply. "G'night princess."

[simonsrosebud]

if youre still open to it id love to see more of mermaid kevin

sorry im just starved of keremy content

YESSS i did sooo much world building on the mermaids i love them sm

-

“Can I take this off?” Jeremy asked. “Can you even understand me?” he mumbled, more to himself. Those pirate stories said mermaids talked to them, but did those pirates even speak English? Did they even really speak to the mermaids at all? He held his breath as he laid on his stomach over the edge.

“God, please don’t kill me,” he grunted. The mermaid was holding its tail out to him, but not quite close enough. He scooted a bit further out- as far as he could reach without the risk of falling. His fingertips grazed the fin, slick and slippery. As soon as he made contact the mermaid flinched away.

Jeremy grunted and sighed heavily. Work with me here. He tried not to think about the many ways that the mermaid could kill him in the span of five seconds if it wanted to. It hadn’t been nice to a single keeper or veterinarian that encountered it thus far. Jeremy had no reason to be any different.

He flexed his shaking fingers and his heart skipped a beat when the mermaid moved its tail into his grasp. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. He’d expected the mermaids fin to be slimy, perhaps. Not silky.

Once he got his hands on the catch pole it was easy to get off, and the second it started to release the mermaid started beating its tail to wriggle out of it. Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut, losing his grip on the pole and hesitating on reaching his arm fully into the water to try and snatch it before it fell too far down. His hesitation was enough to lose him this precious seconds, though.

Wonderful.

Jeremy started to move himself backwards back onto the diving platform, but paused and contemplated how exactly to do that. He may have leaned out a bit too far, and there wasn’t necessarily anything to push himself back with. He liked to think his upper body strength was good enough, but the angle was so off that his arms felt useless.

He really didn’t want to imagine what the mermaid would do to him if he fell in.

A splash tuned him back in enough to do a wide scan of the room. When he snapped his head back around to his left he nearly had a heard attack. He instinctively fought back against wet hands, pushing and grunting. Green eyes and sharp teeth flashed, and a sharp hiss shut Jeremy up and stilled him. He could feel himself trembling as the mermaid wrapped long fingers, sheenly webbed and clawed, around his forearms hard enough that he couldn’t move if he tried.

The mermaid pushed him back onto the platform. Its eyes were hard as steel but brilliantly green, they matched the tiny green scales that lined the gills on the sides of his neck, and the pointed fins that were supposed to be ears. Jeremy realized with startling realization that his face was a foot away from a mermaids- so close that he could see the freckles lining its face and the twitch in his jaw and the water droplets falling from his hair hanging over its forehead.

Jeremy planted his palms on the platform the second that the mermaid let go, pulled from the trance of shock that had ransacked his mushy brain.

But it’s already gone, splashing Jeramy with a flick of its tail- the one he just had his hands on, so fast that it was like Jeremy had burned it.

He needed some air.

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