#bob swish side to side

[notherpuppet]

Can we all agree that alastor has the most fuck up hair cut,what did my man do to get such hair style?

Will I be shot if I say I like alastor’s bob 🥴

It’s so fab fab fabulous

EDIT: I LIKE THE UNDERCUT PART TOO OKAY

That’s why I gave him the peaky blinders ass cut in the human depiction LOL

The undercut with the bob allows for maximum swishing

He is a diva!!! 🗣️

[whiskeyghoul]

She blinded me with science || [Spencer Reid X Goth!reader]

A/N: self indulgent little fic here. I have been in a writing slump for a few weeks and needed to do something just a little self indulgent. So we have this which has been on my mind for ever. I love Abby Sciuto from NCIS and thought how fun it would be to see our little nerd fall in love with the alternative lab rat of the FBI. This is not proof read or anything so it might not be the absolute best but I just wanted to put something out here again.

WC: 1737

Tags: fluff, crush, first meeting, love at first sight possibly, multiple parts, opposites attract, self indulgent fic, reader is described as female, reader is alternative

Warnings: Mention of human remains.

Read part 2 here, read part 3 here

The music coming from the lab was muffled. Even through the closed door Spencer could hear the barely legible lyrics as he got closer and closer. As he reached the door and knocked there seemed to be no answer. Certain his knocking wouldn’t be heard over the noise that he now recognized as Siouxsie and the banshees. He opened the door. As soon as the barrier between him and the music was lifted it sounded so clear. It was turned up to 11 and he wondered how anyone could even focus with music that loud.

That was until he saw you, swaying along to the music, the white coat exaggerated the movements. Swishing from side to side as you reach for a pasteur pipette while bobbing your head along to the music. You seemed absorbed in the music, focussed on your work leaning over the bench and carefully dripping a clear substance on a piece of paper while still perfectly on beat with the music. Spencer cleared his throat loudly, hoping to make himself known before he interrupted you in whatever you seemed to be doing. Though it didn’t quite reach the decibel level to alert you. “L/N” he called out your last name but once again no response. So he took a few steps closer. Once Spencer was close enough he reached out and softly tapped your shoulder. You jumped in response, whirling around in shock with the pipette in your hands raised like a weapon. Like somehow you would be able to defend yourself with the lab instrument. A yelp falling from your lips. 

“Oh my god! Can’t you knock!” You accused, eyes wide as you placed your free hand on the top of your chest, taking a deep breath. “I did. I also tried to clear my throat to not scare you.” Spencer retorted, his voice raised a little louder so you could hear him over the music. You twirled around, placing the pipette in the holder. “I’m Doctor Reid, from the BAU.” He continued loudly. You turned, holding your left hand up to shush him. Your right fishing the remote from your coat pocket. It gave Spencer some time to look you over. 

Your lab coat was about the only light thing you wore. The outfit underneath was black on black on black. A band tee with illegible writing that peeked over a corset, layered with a ripped fishnet top underneath. The abundance of necklaces of all different lengths, cascading down your neck like silver waterfalls. Ripped jeans he wasn’t quite sure were safe for the lab environment, but the skin of your thigh caught his attention. Something inside of him stirring. He fidgeted with his hands in front of his body.

“So… you were saying?” You spoke. Spencer’s eyes snapped back to your face. You looked up at him with big eyes, a small smile accompanying them. The music was turned down now giving him room to think. Though your eyes still made it difficult to really focus. “Oh, I am Doctor Reid, from the BAU.”  He answered after swallowing for a moment. “Ah! You are here for the clothing analysis, right? Penelope mentioned one of the team would come pick it up. Normally it's her or Derek, though I think Derek has complained about hearing loss.” You whirled around while rambling on, pony tail waving behind as you turned, bounding over to a table with scattered papers. Spencer followed close behind, not focussing on the words rather just the tone of your voice, a slight intrigue towards you. He didn’t even know your first name, yet somehow your mannerisms, your unconventional style, it made him want to know more. “Right.” He said, realizing he hadn’t technically answered your questions. 

Spencer looked over your shoulder as you picked up a stack of papers neatly stapled together. He thought he might be a bit too close as he could smell the subtle perfume wafting off of you. Though he also strangely enjoyed it. It was sweet but not overly so. A hint of cherry that was fitting in his eyes. The color of the fruit matching that of your lipstick. As you looked over the paper and began to talk again, “So, the substance that was on the clothes seems to be turpentine. Commonly used in oil painting. The vapors can already cause irritation to the eyes, skin, and airways if exposed to them for longer periods of time.” you rambled off the words as you read them. “There were some other things found on the clothes that coincide with the oil painting. Different pigments and paint residue.” You turned, eyes still on the paper nearly bumping into Spencer as he had been standing so close. When you looked up at him surprised he could feel a tightening in his chest. “Oops, sorry.” You apologized, a small smile on your lips.

You apologized to him while he was the one in your way. “Oh it was my fault. Shouldn’t have stood so close. Sorry.” He muttered. The words falling from his lips unceremoniously. He felt like half of his intelligence had up and left his brain as he talked to you. Not really knowing what to say at that moment. His hands fidgeted at his sides again. His left hand playing with the hem of his cardigan sleeve. He cursed himself internally for being reduced to a stumbling mess in front of you. You kept standing there though. Clearly you had turned around to go somewhere and Spencer had been in your way. Yet he was nailed in place and so, it seemed to him, were you. “Did you know they used to make oil paints with human remains?” You spoke excitedly. Like you had been waiting to tell someone, anyone, that little fact. He knew that. He knew that for a long time yet seeing you, tell him a fact with such delight, made him want to lie. “Now I do.” He answered, his smile matching yours.

“It was called mummy brown. They ground up mummies, both human and animal, and put it in the paint.” You continued. Your voice trailing off slightly after the word animal. You held up the stack of papers to him. “Everything you need is in there. If you need me to clarify something just give me a call. Or stop by whenever you want.” Spencer nods after your sentence. Taking the papers from you his hand touched yours ever so slightly. His brain short circuited for a moment before the neurons started firing accordingly again. “I eh- I don’t have your number.” he stumbled over the words.

As if you realized that in that moment you took a step aside and walked past him. Walking over to a desk and rummaging through a drawer. Spencer walked a bit closer to your desk. No longer being nailed in place by some unspeakable force. You pulled out a thin sharpie, and Spencer raised a brow ever so slightly at that. You walked back over, holding out your hand to grasp his. Spencer placed his hand in yours. His mouth felt incredibly dry for a moment. His tongue was uncomfortable in his mouth. His heartbeat raced faster. Nothing like he had ever really felt before. You could have done it on the papers, or maybe even a sticky note. Yet you decided that his hand would be the perfect place to write down your number. He thought about it for a moment, your hand was soft and warm. You twisted his hand, writing down your phone number along with your name. Once you finished you let go off his hand. Spencer looked at the black numbers, committing them to memory, and your name. God your name would be bouncing around his head for days. “Y/N.” He said, testing the name. It felt right.

“That’s me, you better put that in your phone. These markers are not nearly as permanent on skin. It’s the oils.” You went on, capping the marker as you spoke. “I will. Thank you.” Spencer said and smiled. He stayed standing in place for another moment. Trying to commit you to memory just in case his eidetic memory failed him. He realized he was staring a little and cleared his throat. “I eh… I have to go.” pointing his thumb to the door. You giggled a little, a sound that made Spencer’s cheek heat up a little. “Right, pretty boy, head on out. I need to get back to work too.” You smiled casually. Spencer’s face was only heating up more. He swallowed. The nickname the others used for him sounded so much better when it came from you. He turned around to hide his ever heating face from your sight, walking over to the door quickly. Once in the opening he quickly looked back, giving an awkward wave that you returned with a smile. 

When Spencer entered the bullpen his face had calmed down a little. Not feeling nearly as hot as before. He was able to think clearly again, but when he looked at your number and name on his hand he felt giddy inside. Reaching his desk he sat down, placing the analysis file on his desk. “That took you long enough, pretty boy.” Derek called out from his desk, humor in his voice. The nickname had no effect when he said it. “Sorry, the lab tech… she was explaining some things to me.” Spencer quickly lied. “Alright, can I get the file?” Derek had his hand already out. Spencer gave him the file and Derek’s brows raised at the number scribbled on his hand. “You got her number?” He smirked. Spencer pulled his hand back covering the numbers and your name with his other hand. “If something needed more clearing up.” He retorted. Derek merely chuckled at his awkwardness, “She’s friends with Garcia, you wouldn’t have needed her phone number.” He added with a smirk. Spencer felt his face heat up a little again, embarrassed. He knew that. He knew that he had known that. But in that moment he couldn’t think.

He looked back at his hand. Your name on his skin. A little flutter in his chest kicked up when he did. Derek cleared his throat, making Spencer look up again. Derek pointed at him with his pen, before opening his mouth. “You better call her soon.”

[prettynpinkputhy]

Cat and mouse

Warning: MDNI⚠️, Language, penetrative sex, raw sex, sexual themes, praise, breeding etc

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: Sylus wants to switch things up

Sylus likes pain. Biting, scratching , choking the list goes on and on. You’ve explored the more vanilla side of things. Letting him take control and submitting yourself completely. tonight was different. he wanted a change of pace. You lay sprawled over the satin sheets of his California king bed, legs spread and face flushed. Sylus stepped away for a moment, leaving you needy and curious. Your hips wiggle with anticipation.

What was he doing? You could never predict the onychinus leader's next moves. After What feels like an eternity, he comes back. You admire his bare chiseled chest and low ride of his boxer briefs, that delicious V line is deep and prominent. A thick vein roots from his navel to the ungodly places you craved to explore. He stalks toward you, unraveling something you can’t make out in the dark.

you whimper helplessly. “Mmm such sweet purrs from my kitten.” He rumbles.

“On your feet.” He caresses your chin with the tip of his finger, tilting your low eyes to meet his. Your body moves on its own, dragging your weight up and over the edge of the bed. He takes your place, crawling up to the rumbled spot you’d been laying in.

You can see it now. A single wine colored tie, a lighter and a candle you’d recently bought together on a couples shopping trip. Your brow arches.

“We’re going to play a game of cat and mouse.” He smirks.

”take that there and bind my wrist.” Regardless of how out of place this dynamic feels, you obey. His body is huge in comparison to yours meaning you had to quite literally climb the length of him till you were face to face with his intense red stare.

You do a simple knot, mindful of his wrist.

”Tighter, sweetie.”

you swallow nervously at the familiar nickname. It still makes your pussy throb every time you hear it. With a nod you tug firmly, securing it so tight it might bruise. A deep rumbling moan vibrates through his chest.

”That's it. Don’t be afraid. You could never hurt me and even if you could I would enjoy every second.” This ignites something in you.

your hands are steady as you reach for the candle and light. You flick it, touching flame to wick. It flickers and the wax starts to liquify, filling the air with a sweet woody scent. Sylus picked the fragrance himself.

In no time a pool of hot wax forms on the surface. You swish it around unsure what comes next.

”Don’t be shy kitten. You know what to do.” You dip your finger in and hiss—it's hot. Very hot.

”I'll let it cool a bit.” You say.

”no. I want it now.”

”-but…”

”now.” He rasps desperately. His abs flex as you raise the candle above his torso.

He sucks in air as the first drop falls down the line of chest, it slides down his stomach before solidifying just above his belly button. His eyes are squeezed shut, his lower lip latched between his teeth. Something stirs inside you. A sense of power. Your movements are confident now as you pour a steady drip all over his upper body. His cock jumps in his boxers, twitching with every drop of hot wax.

“Ah, mmm, it seems my dove has transformed into a ravenous raven.” He pants, the veins in his arms pulsing under the confines of the silk tie.

”Do you want it?” You whisper close to his ear. He takes advantage of the proximity to turn his head and nip your neck.

”Show me all your tricks, Ms.hunter” your resolve snaps like a twig. You don’t bother with taking off your panties, you simply hook two fingers in the crotch and yank them to the side. Your fingers work his boxers down at a blurring pace. His rock solid pulsing length bobs free, slapping his lower stomach upon exit. The tip is beaded with sticky pre, a testament to his overwhelming arousal. You can feel him, the heady undeniable carnal lust brewing inside him. His cheeks are feverish, his lips parted as he holds your gaze hostage.

His brows scrunch. “Don’t make me beg.” He nods down to his throbbing engorged cock. The bulbous head leaks clear fluid on his stomach, your clit throbs in sync with your racing pulse. Your own slickness seeps from within, coating your thighs. As much as you wanted to take his swollen sensitive tip into your mouth you couldn’t wait. He had to be inside of you now. You straddle his waist, his hands fight his bonds frivolously as you hover above his needy manhood.

“Please.” His hips buck upward, seeking even just an inch of your warmth. Your chest heaves as you grasp his shaft, angling him at your slipper slit. It’s pure ecstasy as he breaches your tight channel. His cock head pulses in time with his beating heart. You can’t hold back, anymore. Those crimson fluttering eyes cast a spell on you. Your hips slam down in one fluid motion, taking him all in one go. It’s compact, the stretch leaving no room inside you.

Your head falls back as you howl in pleasure, he’s touching the very back of your cunt—the spot that leaves you breathless.

“Fuck. You’re being greedy, kitten.” He growls, pumping his hips up to grind into your G Spot. You back arches like a cat on top of him as you try to acclimate to his ridiculous size. You get your rhythm and soon find yourself bouncing up and down with ease. His nails dig into the fabric of the tie as you roll your waist, swirling his hardness deep inside your heat.

“No no wait, not like that. Fuck I’ll cum to fucking quick if you-“ he hisses, trying to break free. You take that as your que to move harder, faster. Your ass slaps against his pelvis with every stroke, the pressure in your pussy an intoxicating ache. Every drop of your hips forced him into your weak spot. Sweat mixes with the smell of the candle making your head spin. You bend over to bite the smooth skin of his chest as you fuck down onto him harder.

“Fuck fuck fuck no I’m close fuck slow down y/n…” he groans, his silver head falling back into the pillows. The words barely leave his lips before you feel him spasm inside your clenching soaked pussy. A hot flood fills your womb as your own release washes over you. You fall into his neck, panting and exhausted.

“Untie me. We aren’t finished.” His cock is iron stiff inside of you.

[solbaby7]

Forbidden Fruit

pairing: cassian x rhysand’s sister!reader

warnings: sneaking around, suggestive language, swearing, possible sexual content either way minors DNI, mutual pining, a simping Cass and a meddling Az

summary: The General Commander of the Night Court finds himself falling for the High Lords precious little sister.

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Cassian knew better.

He was smarter than this—had better self-control and discipline than hundreds of thousands of men combined but all of that crumbles to ash the second you come prancing past in those tight pants. The same ones that sat low on your hips paired with the skin tight sleeveless top that showed off the wink of your navel and the dangling piercing that resided there. “Your brother know about that?”

“Oh, Commander,” His jaw clenched at the title, the sing-song lilt of your voice and the bedroom eyes that raked down the giant length of his form. Never in his life had he ever felt so anxious under a woman’s gaze and he fights the urge to shift his weight from foot to foot. “You’d be positively baffled by the things my brother doesn’t know about.”

It was a taunt; perfectly manicured nails plucking at a string that was already seconds away from snapping. Even then, Cassian can’t seem to help himself and like a small animal with little sense of self-preservation—he’s caught in your trap. “Like what?” He clears his throat, the words coming out too soft, too desperate and yet he can’t find it in him to be embarrassed when you’re looking at him like that.

Dark lashes frame pretty eyes that trail down the length of his body, a feline smile on full lips. “I really wish I could say, General,” Never had his body reacted to his title in such a way; skin burning like a flame when it came from you, dark hair hanging over your shoulders and he wills his knees not to buckle when you stalk closer. A manicured finger just barely grazes the length of his bicep and he’s already fighting the growing erection beneath his breeches. “But, I just can’t be sure you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

“I won’t say anything.”

You raise a brow, head quirking to the side and you’re unabashedly aware of the fact that this wing of the house was utterly bare save for you and Cass. “I’m throwing a little party tomorrow,” His surprise is evident; as witty and seductive as you may be, it was common knowledge how responsible you were. The pressures of perfection always weighed heavier on a woman and you handled it well. “Come if you’d like but only you.”

“Where?”

There’s a mischievous glint in your eye, fingers toying with the hilt of the sword hung at his hip. “Can’t say—you’ll just have to find me.”

He’s stuck in place when you saunter off, hips swishing from side to side until you disappeared behind closed doors at the end of the hall. Cassian huffed out a shaky breath, a hand raking through slightly overgrown strands as he willed his heart to return to its normal rhythm but he was already a goner. Mind utterly consumed in all things you from the shimmering pin tucked in your hair or the shiny sheen glossing over pouty lips.

For twenty-four hours he’d obsessed over the smell of your soap until his focus was shifted to the breathy little grunts you offer when sparring in the ring the following morning. “You’re getting sloppy.”

“Because,” You huff, breathing labored, sweat dripping down your back and you’d long since tied your hair in a knot at the top of your head. “I’m tired and can’t stop thinking about food.” You get in a few good jabs but the exhaustion sets in much quicker for you than it did the Illyrian soldier.

The idea that sets into his mind is disgraceful; pupils dilating at the very thought and he nearly moans out loud when you bend over to grab your canteen. Stretchy shorts hug tight around the curve of your ass and Cass is already diving head first into filthy fantasies of you bent over just like that with his face shoved between your thighs. It feels so real his mouth actually waters, throat bobbing with a gulp and his hands clench into tight fists.

It's wrong.

He couldn't—shouldn't—be thinking such thoughts but it's like you're doing it on purpose. Body elongated and spine dipping when tugging off the sweat-soaked training top. Only left in a sports bra and the holsters that wrap along your wrist and forearm, holding two swords so sharp you could probably slice his head from his shoulders with the right amount of intent. Yet, for some reason it doesn't deter him; the lethality of you that was always kept contained like some secret weapon just waiting for their moment.

The shirt hits the floor with a wet shlop and before Cassian can form words, Azriel is brushing past him with a knowing glance. "We'll feed you after you fight me," Cassian hates the way his nose scrunches in jealousy, lip twitching to curve into a snarl at the easy banter that arises between the two of you. Azriel stalks you like prey, sharp eyes raking up the length of skin you have bared—even if he does do it significantly more subtle than Cass.

You offer a breathy laugh, throat moving over the large gulps of water before falling into stance. Its casual, body loose from the thorough warm-up and Cass feels his blood rush at the mischievous smirk growing in the corner of your mouth, eyes darting to the shadows beginning to circle you. "Shouldn't take too long," Confidence dripped off your tongue like hot honey. "If you play fair, that is."

Az slowly tilts his head to the side, acutely aware of the rage radiating off his brother from the edge of the ring. It doesn't deter him in the slightest, shoulders rolling and wings tucking in preparation as a breeze shifted through his hair. "What's the fun in that?"

It's annoyingly fluid and Cassian just can't quell the frustration; lips scowled in a sneer the closer you and Azriel got. It should've been him with his hands touching your skin; should be him making you grunt and snap out snarky remarks whenever you'd lost the upper hand. The General's jaw clenches, teeth gritting when Az slams you down on the mat, holding down your arms as you struggle beneath such weight. "That's fine," Azriel jokes, sun beating down on golden skin, shining across amber irises and the brilliance is nearly overwhelming—nearly. "I like 'em squirmy."

It happens so fast that even the shadows don't have time to react when a whip of endless darkness wraps around the spymasters neck and snatches him back. The element of surprise works in your favor, offering enough time to get back on your feet and gain some distance despite the fact that he recovers unnervingly quick, gaze darkening under the challenge. "What? I thought we were having fun, Azzy?" A innocent little pout completely contridicts the growing throb of power that hums off your frame. "Playing around."

The sharp sting of metal unsheathing and the blades attached to your forearms are unfastened, the hilt twisting with practiced ease as you adjusted your grip.

You play the clueless female well—too well.

Maybe that’s why Azriel underestimates the true extent of your focus; too trained on the rapid rising and falling of your chest, the way your left leg trembles slightly with exhaustion and he’s completely blindsided by the way you adjust your magic to him. The deep abyss of darkness that usually comes when calling your power shifts, the shade adapting to that of Azriel’s shadows until there was no way to tell where he started and you ended.

You take the opening, mentally patting yourself on the back for the look of genuine shock that smears its way across Azriel’s face and he’s on the ground in seconds. Your knees dig into the juncture of flesh in his biceps, applying pressure to vital nerves as you hover over his chest. “Alright, alright,” He taps at the mat twice, sweat lacing his brow and fingers going numb. “You win.”

With a deep exhale, you flop to the side and sprawl flat out on the mat, limbs boneless as your head lazily turns to face a brooding Cassian. “Feed me. The Heiress of your Court demands it.” Maybe it was the linger aftershocks of jealousy that leads Cass to saunter over and hoist you over his shoulder. It’s effortless and the surprised yelp that strangled free is slightly more embarrassing that being manhandled. “Cassian,” You grunt, bunching your hands in the durable material of his leathers to brace yourself. “Put me down, right now!”

His amusement rumbles against your belly, one large hand splayed high on the back of your thigh. “I’m only doing as my Heiress asks.”

A flush warms your cheeks, no longer able to blame it on the sun when the cool air of the house shifts over your skin. “Seriously, put me down. You stink.”

“You don’t smell much better but I was practicing self-control and keeping it an inside thought.”

Your hand smacks on his back in retaliation, huffy swears echoing throughout the halls but Cassian continues as if you hadn’t done anything at all. Instead, he plops you into a seat at the dining table and instantly the house predicts your needs, providing a spread of food that has your mouth watering and stomach growling.

Before you can even reach for a plate, Cassian’s already washed his hands and come back to pile a plate full of your favorites, swiftly avoiding foods you didn’t enjoy as much as if it were second nature. A brow quirks playfully, form sinking into your seat comfortably. “You gonna help me shower too?”

“Only if my Heiress demands it.” His lips shift into a smirk so sinful you shift in place, fingers just barely recovering from losing your grip on your silverware.

A scoff hides your inability to form words, fork scraping against the fine china as you fill your mouth with much needed sustenance. Immediately, your shitty mood dissipates, hips wiggling in complete bliss while you indulge in garlicy breadsticks dipped in creamy pasta sauce.

“You’ve been training your powers.” Cassian mentions more so to distract himself from the little moans you let you with each bite. “I’ve never seen you manipulate them like that. Blending into Az’s shadows?”

“A girls gotta do something to fill her time.”

Golden eyes narrow in your direction, scanning the curve of your cheeks and slope of your nose. He lingers entirely too long on your mouth, pasta sauce gathering in the corner and his fingers twitch to reach over and wipe it off. “What else are you hiding under your sleeve?”

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Something about the way you look at him has Cassian’s skin going hot, the pale violet of your iris turning into nothing but a thin ring as your pupils eat up the free space. “And, I’d hate to have to get rid of my favorite boy.”

“I’m your favorite?”

You’re outright teasing; taunting the brick wall of a man with nothing more than polished silver and the insinuating drag of your tongue against your fork. “You think I give invitations to secret parties to any ol’ body? Please, I have better taste than that.”

It’s instinctual. Driven by nothing more than pure Illyrian pride, his chest subconsciously puffing up with pride under the kiss of your compliment. He’s not brave enough to elaborate on it—too afraid to jumble his words and make a godsdamned fool of himself. “Where is this party anyway?”

Silverware clangs against fine china, a signal that you’ve finished your meal and the house is quick when cleaning up for you, fondly topping up your wine and providing fresh linen to dab around your mouth.

You don’t take it.

Instead, you offer up a crimson red ribbon just barely long enough to fully wrap around Cassian’s wrist. It’s smooth like silk in his grasp, the material coated in your scent and it takes every scrap of decency he has left not to shove it up against his nose. “Follow those. Once you’ve collected the last one, you’ll find me.”

“And then what?”

A sultry smirk curves at your mouth as you rise from your chair. “Then, you can have me.” His mouth goes dry, fists closing over the strip of fabric clutched between his fingers. “Have fun hunting, General.”

[naffeclipse]

To Survive Pt. 2

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

I'm back with more cuteness requested by dear @crazedauthor with an orca!reader and orca!Eclipse. Now, the two of you have children, and things are so peaceful after so much grief. A little scare happens when you wake alone, but Eclipse arrives quickly to make it better. Family shenanigans occur.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and blood, and a reader with children.

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On a crisp, pale morning, you open your eyes to a gentle new dawn. Awareness rushes you like a tide, but it does not drown you. The memory of the night before swishes against you, as soft as sea form, and you smile in your sleepy hazy.

You went to rest upon an ice shelf, carved into the side of a great wall towering pale blue over the Arctic sea, with your mate and children. In the arms of your love and cradling your two babies, one new, one a little grown, you drift into sweet, milky dreams. 

After agonies of loss and isolation, you have found your pod again.

This very home was hollowed out by Eclipse’s hands. Tirelessly, he worked when you both learned you were expecting a child. You’ve never seen him in such excitement. His eyes shone like shards of ice in sunlight and he never slowed a moment until you begged him to come hold you and sleep a while.

Your eyelids flutter, crusted with sleep. Lounging in the bliss of the quiet, you appreciate the stillness for so rarely is all so peaceful. Once the baby came, there were tiny cries little hands grasping, and tiny flukes flipping. Eclipse held the babe in his clawed hands with a tenderness that stirred you with emotions. You fed your little one and whispered promises. Your little pod is safe. Your little pod is whole.

Then the second child came, and now an eager toddler was swimming quickly away around a bend of ice only to be snatched by Eclipse and cooed at in rumbling tones. The baby stayed in your arms when Eclipse wasn’t trying to hold both. Their wriggling bodies combatted his strength and gentleness, and you would laugh.

Sighing gently, you turn over, mindful of your dorsal fin against the frozen floor. 

It’s quiet… Your mind returns to bloody seas and wicked nets tossed by human hands, then silence.

Your palms slide over the emptiness beside you. Bolting upright, your tail slaps against the floor in your alarm with a cool sting. You swivel your head. The dome blue of your home holds no refractions except for the barest light off of your body alone.

Your mate. Your babies. The youngest should be in your arms, mewling for milk. The eldest should have fussed long before the sun rose over the horizon for a playmate. Somewhere between, Eclipse should have kissed your shoulder and asked a question: what fish would you like for your morning meal?

You slept too long. Exhaustion should crawl at your edges and your patience should wear thin as your babies require ever-present attention. Horror crashes upon you. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as you thrust yourself off the ice shelf and into the icy waters below. Blubber and thick skin keep you safe from shock, but your heart swings against your rib cage and pounds against your sternum. Breathlessly, you intake air. You swim under the entrance and out into the vast expanse of the ocean.

Your pod. Where is your pod?

You cry out over the waves. A rawness invades your throat as Eclipse’s and your babies’ names drag at the vulnerable softness within you. Stinging arises at the corner of your eyes. Opening your arms, you dart back and forth over the entrance to your home. Do you set out to find them quickly or do you stay home should they return by themselves? 

The ringing in your ears peaks and then stops under a familiar echo of your name. Twisting in the waters, far out beyond the wall of ice, is your mate. He bobs above the surface. Brilliant red frills frame his face as his eyes land upon you. In his arms, he cradles your children.

Almost collapsing under the surface, you inhale a tight breath. You force another one through, and another, deepening each inhale and exhale until the constriction around your chest eases. 

The sight of your mate and babies keeps you afloat. 

Eclipse carefully swims and closes the distance between you. The moment he nears, you open your arms for the youngest one. Maffei. Your darling daughter. Her face is round and plump, and what tiny frills adorn her are deep with deep red and orange hues. Her arms are thick with fat rolls. Her tiny fists unfurl, and a squall leaves her in demand for your arms around her.

The eldest, Fornax, excitedly calls for his parent. You answer with reassurance. You are here. You gaze over your child, your lovely son, the firstborn of your pod. He pushes away from his father quickly, showing off the cool tones of his flukes and fin-tips. Eclipse told you he looks so much like, but you see his strength in Fornax’s smile, in the way he swims after a fish though he’s too slow now to catch one.

Eclipse suggested the names you so dearly treasure now. He’s imagined for many years children, and the names he had prepared are perfect for the bundles now wriggling in your arm and swimming around you like a tiny whirlpool. 

Now you both have a family.

“Maffei, Fornax,” you breathe and then hold Eclipse’s gaze. “Where were you?”

“I didn’t mean to frighten you, love.” He draws himself closer, resting an arm around your waist. You shift until your back rests against his chest. The familiar weight of his chin pressing lightly into your shoulder cools the rising panic within you. “I believed you would sleep longer. Don’t be afraid.”

For several moments, you collect yourself as Eclipse gathers you in his arms. He presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. Looking down at Maffei, she fits perfectly in your arms. She babbles lightly. Little coos rising and falling in musical notes lay a gentle hand over your heart.

Fornax splashes. The cool wave of water hits you gently, causing Maffei to squirm and pout her pink lips.

“Fornax,” Eclipse says in a firm but gentle voice, “Don’t splash your sister.”

“Sorry, papa.” Your son’s tail flicks. A slight sheepishness overtakes him as he drifts up to you and looks down at his little sister in your arms. “Sorry, Maffei.”

“Good boy,” you murmur and bow to press a kiss to his forehead.

He smiles with small, nubby teeth lining his gums before darting away with another ripple. The water crashes against each other. You keep Maffei shielded this time. 

Eclipse rumbles a pleased sound. Looking back down at you, he presses his cheek against your head.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a low rasp.

“Yes.” You crook your finger and softly brush Maffei’s cheek. “I am now.”

“You looked so weary,” Eclipse continues softly. The vibrations in his chest touch your spine. “Last night, you were up so late with Maffei. I meant to return before you awoke. The little ones were so eager to spend energy. It is my duty as your mate and their father to take care of you all.”

He brushes the hair from your forehead softly. You lean deeper into his touch while watching Fornax explore a side of the ice shelf, touching and digging at loose bits of the frigid wall.  

“They are very rambunctious,” you tease and turn back to grin at Eclipse. “Just like you.”

He laughs, deep and hearty. Maffei gives a small cry of complaint. You can smell the faint scent of milk on her. Eclipse coos sweetly.

“Little love, don’t fuss. We’re both here. It’s alright.” Eclipse tenderly strokes Maffei’s head. Seemingly content with the attention, she leans against your chest and settles. Her tiny tail is not yet developed enough for swimming on her own. She requires constant arms to hold her above the surface as her ability to hold her breath grows stronger and stronger.

You turn slowly back to Eclipse. Your heart has grown softer and fonder of your mate since watching him as a father. He is attentive and constant in his efforts to provide for their every need. 

Gently, you press a kiss to Eclipse’s mouth. His eyes, twin flames of burning yellow and red, widen before he returns the gesture with equal fervor. He pushes gently and cradles your mouth with his before releasing you.

“You are a wonderful father,” you speak softly. “You are the most loving mate. And this,” you look at your children, “feels like home.”

Eclipse’s tail flicks underneath you as his body seems to tremble with emotion before he gently presses his forehead to yours.

“How so, my love? Tell me all,” he demands in a rumble.

You take a moment and fall back to days when you were in the shelter of your mother’s arms, and your aunts would sing lullabies to your younger cousins. 

“Babies were held close, and everyone offered a hand,” you recount gently the memories of your childhood, “No one went without.”

You gently tickle Maffei’s chin, and she grabs your finger with her fat little hand. She gives you a searing look. A soft laugh escapes from you. You apologize to her before she returns to settle against your bosom.

“My mother would have loved to hold our babies,” you whisper softly.

“Yes,” Eclipse rumbles low, “My mother would have been pleased to see our children, and she would approve of my mate.”

You flush softly at such a thought, then grow somber within it. Despite all the pain, you are both still here. Your family is beautiful and worth every moment of agony.

Fornax returns but stops short of splashing Maffei. He instead treads slightly to swim around Eclipse, and tug at his arm, begging for a playmate.

A wicked grin spread across Eclipse’s maw.

“My father would play with me often,” he begins, and you eye him suspiciously as he takes Fornax under the arms. “Like this.”

He lifts Fornax above the surface. His body is small and slipstream, and his tail drips heavily back to the sea as he giggles at a high-pitched sound. To your dismay, Eclipse tosses the child over the surface and back into the water with a heavy splash.

“Eclipse!” you shout, aghast. 

Flicking up small waves, Eclipse darts for Fornax and scoops up your not-so-little baby, and he’s laughing. The boy demands relentlessly that Eclipse toss him once more. Thundering in joy, Eclipse obliges. Fornax sails through the air and back into the water with a furious splash. 

“Eclipse,” your voice climbs shrilly. “Stop tossing my son around like a baby seal!”

“I would never allow harm to befall him,” Eclipse promises in a mischievous roll of his tongue. 

“Again! Do it again, papa!” Fornax slaps the water with his hands and his tail cuts through the salty brine.

Then Maffei turns in your arms. Her little eyes fall on her brother and father playing roughly along the surface, and she chortles in a way that reminds you of Eclipse. Her tiny face ignites with delight.

Slowly, with all forces against you, you relax. Fornax beams brightly when he emerges from another tossing. Constantly, Eclipse is calculating, carefully adjusting the throwing of his son and watching him closely to ensure there is no harm done.

Perhaps he might feel your radiating judgment, for Eclipse turns back. He tucks Fornax underneath his arm and drags him back to you despite your son's protests and needing to be thrown once more over the waves. 

He nears, a great grin splitting his maw. You are helpless in returning the gesture in the radiating heat of his joy. His arms surround you, and Fornax is caught in the embrace as well as Maffei. 

Looking down softly over his pod, Eclipse surveys you quietly. Fornax wraps his arms around you in kind. He blows raspberries at his sister who giggles quietly. Their tiny tails squirm against your side, and you feel at peace.

“I will always protect our pod,” he declares, his eyes searing with his intent and truth.

Your heart swells in your chest. Pushing close, you kiss Eclipse sweetly, until the baby fusses and Fornax asks when he can be tossed again.

You will never lose your pod again.

[specsthesecond]

Witch Troubles #3

It's a fairly common practice among witches to form pacts with demons.

It's not necessary but it's an age old practice meant to strengthen ones connection to magic. The witch gains a stronger connection to magic and in exchange the demon gains easier access to the mortal realm.

You've debated this decision for awhile and you finally think you're ready to forge your own pact. Worst case scenario is the demon refuses your offer, which would be embarrassing but not the end of the world.

You shut the door of your room, close the black out curtains and light a few candles. Squinting at the diagram of the summoning circle in your grimoir you try to replicate it perfectly on the old wooden floorboards in white chalk. When it's done you dust off your hands and place the candles in the right places around the circle along with a good amount of enchanted salt around the circumference for your protection. You stand up and take a breath before reciting the ancient words in your book while channeling all your energy into the circle.

The flames burn higher, so hot you have to shrink back a little. It takes all your effort and concentration to keep the chant going without misspeaking or burning the house down. A giant fire now billows in the centre of the circle, something large rises from the middle. You finish the spell and the flames gradually flicker away to reveal exactly the entity you were trying to summon. The little candles around the circle are the only source of light now, barely illuminating your guest. Smoke smoulders off its skin as it rises to full height and stares right at you with it's flaming eyes.

The demon, male it seems, stands in the middle of the summoning circle as tall as your book shelf and just about as wide. True to the drawings and diagrams in your texts he stands on two thick furry goat-like legs. The soft looking tuft at the end of his long thin tail swishes against the old floorboards as they creak under his weight. The rest of his body is charcoal black but otherwise fairly human save for the large goat-like skull that is his head. Beautiful horns, much too majestic for a demon, sprout from the white bone and curl into a thick loop on either side of his skull.

In short; he's the definition of tall, dark and handsome.

Two flaming pits behind the eye holes in the skull serve as eyes, they burn red and hot like the flames of hell as he glares down at you. You assume it's a glare, it's hard to tell.

You clap your grimoir shut, unable to look away from the demon yet. He seems the same, quietly observing you.

"Good evening, I'm sure you know why I've summoned you."

You say as calmly as possible. The demon looks you up and down and hums lowly, sceptical.

He grunts and crosses his arms over his chest. You have to use all your self control not to look down at the incredibly distracting package he's carrying between his legs as it bobs with the movement. Obviously you were prepared for him to be naked, demons don't wear clothes but actually having to practice that self-control is another thing entirely.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the demon speaks, low and gravely like you expected.

"Witches used to dance for us around fires, bathe in the blood of sacrifices, throw orgies. This is all I get for my pact proposal?"

That's not what you expected. You were expecting some doubt sure but he sounds... offended? He's complaining?

"I don't need to do any of that to show you my worth. You can already sense my magic capabilities, I can show you- ."

He growls again. When he speaks his jaw bone doesn't move, the voice sounds like it reverberates around the skull on its way out.

"Its about devotion, witch. You show me your devotion and I'll give mine in return. No one cares for presentation anymore."

Who needs presentation? Sure, devotion is important in a pact but he's being ridiculous. You look around the room for a moment before saying flatly,

"My apologies but I will not be sacrificing anything or throwing any orgies and I cannot dance."

The demon scoffs and adjusts his crossed arms, thick biceps flexing as he does.

"All witches dance. Your ancestors where very good at it."

You scoff, telling him about your magic capabilities definitely isn't going to work. Why'd you have to get a difficult demon? Why couldn't you get a normal power-hungry one?

"Are you truly that compelled by naked dancing women?"

You attempt to needle him in hopes of avoiding what you know is inevitable. He doesn't respond, just stands there expectantly.

Some demons may agree to pacts based only on the power of the witch but others don't care for power and value the devotion of the act much more. You were very much hoping for the former but you're going to have to deal with what you got.

After a few moments of staring at eachother you finally crack and bend down to make quick work of your shoes and socks. You dropped your skirt around your ankles, take a deep breath and slide your panties down your legs. You see the demon shift his weight in your peripheral but you don't look at him as you unbutton your blouse and unclip your bra. You leave your black pointy hat on your head, assuming that's part of the appeal.

You only look back at him when you're completely naked, standing Infront of him and crossing your arms over your tits, mirroring his own stance.

He seems amused at that, You can see the little flames in his skull move up and down in a way that indicates he's soaking in your nude body.

"Unfortunately, dancing naked around a fire was not passed down to me like the magic was."

"A pity."

You scowl and the demon huffs smoke through the holes in his skull, chuckling.

"You're a witch, magic exists in your very veins. Use it. Caress your body. Sway your hips. Feel the power in your body and worship it as you would a god."

He says it like it's incredibly obvious and you actually feel inclined to listen to him. You close your eyes and try to "feel the power" whatever that means. You uncross your arms and place them on your thighs, slowly moving them up your waist and back down again.

Your skin feels especially sensitive being completely bare in front of such a powerful being, who is also naked. Just the light touch of your hand makes your skin prickle as you move your fingers slowly across yourself.

You start to arch and sway, hands moving up your thighs, across your stomach, along your neck. You free yourself, offering your body to this demon. The demon growls lowly and says in a deeper tone than before,

"The point of the pact is the connection. You summoned me, This is your pact to forge so show me your devotion."

His fiery eyes follow your every move, every sway of your hips and bounce of your tits.

You carefully run your hands from your waist up to your tits, briefly feeling the soft fat before moving up your shoulders. You stretch your arms high, now putting your tits on full display for your demon guest, the attention and cool air makes your nipples harden.

You turn around, your back facing the demon and he huffs irritably at being denied the sight of your perfect tits. His grievances are smothered when you bend down and run your hands up the back of your legs all the way to your ass, gripping the fat just enough to make it jiggle for him.

You can feel the room getting hotter, you can see his cock getting harder and you can feel the wetness In-between your legs as you dance.

You give one last tantalising hip sway before slowly dropping to your knees in front of him, on the edge of the salt circle. You look up at him while sliding your hands up your thighs, from here you have a perfect view of his half hard cock, looking so thick and heavy the sight has you nearly panting like a dog.

You rest your hands behind you, now presenting your entire body to him, tits perked and pussy drooling, devilishly tempting.

"Does that satisfy."

You say gazing up at him sultry gaze flicking down to his cock, you swear you saw it twitch.

"You know exactly what would satisfy me."

His voice is deeper than before, more gutteral and it makes you squirm. You might have been embarrassed about being so open about his effect on you if it wasn't for his obvious arousal for you. You're honestly just glad this is going well so far.

You lean forward, shuffle closer to the salt barrier and stick your tongue out, mouth open and waiting, silently begging for him.

The demon's hand goes to hold his cock immediately and he steps towards the barrier holding his cock out, but before he can place the tip on your hot tongue, you pull back slightly with a sick grin on your face.

The demon tries to grab your face but you retreat further, past the salt circle and therefore out of reach. You look up at his collosal frame with a smug smirk as he growls in irritation and the candle flames flicker violently.

"Don't forget, this is a mutual pact, demon. You don't call the shots... I want to be on top."

"What makes you thin-“

"I'm on top or you can go back home."

He grumbles something unintelligible, shaking his head in disbelief. One hand goes back to his cock idly stroking the thick member as he nods his head, accepting the terms.

You stand and steel yourself before wiping away a portion of the salt line with your foot, breaking the circle. You reach out for his hand and he accepts it with the hand not stroking his dick, stepping out of the circle and into your bedroom. His hands are immediately on your skin, thick fingers running along your waist and down to your hip. His skin is so warm, like the blood running through his veins is boiling hot giving the surface skin a pleasant warmth.

He stares down at you in suspense waiting for your go ahead.

You bring your hands up his chest and around his broad shoulders, and pull him down to your height only to push him down your body until his skull face is right Infront of your pussy. You let him get a good sniff of your smell before pushing him down to the ground with your foot, standing above him looking very tryumphant.

He doesn't have much time to marvel at your figure above him because before he knows it you're sitting on his dick, pussy pressing right against his cock, he bucks on instinct, the wet warmth of your pussy against the heat of his cock makes him let out a gutteral moan.

You slowly rock your hips back and forth the length of his cock, an impressive length but one you could manage. Neither of you can stand the foreplay any longer, his hands grip your waist at the same time you finally slide his cock into your waiting cunt.

You both groan at the feeling as you pop the mushroom head into your cunt and you slide your pussy down to the hilt, feeling every vein of his hot cock against your walls. You're so slick and needy the fat cock slides in with surprisingly little resistance. That makes him chuckle, which you cut off with a deliberate thrust of your hips.

Your screams are muffled and gargled but the sound of your wet pussy slapping and squelching around his cock as you cum echos throughout the room. He growls and snarls into your mouth when he gets close, tilting his head back in absolute bliss.

You plant your feet on either side of his waist, moving all the way up back to the tip and then plunging back down again taking him as deep as he'll go. You bounce and hump on this demons fat cock, tits bouncing in tandem, pretty face in the throws of pleasure. It's a sight to see and he loves every minute of it, clutching your hips but letting you control the pace.

The fur covering his legs is soft and warm against your ass as you ride your new pact mate. Your hands rest on his strong chest as you lose yourself even more in the intense pleasure. Panting and groaning, as you approach your high, your thrusts get more frantic as if you're trying to get him even deeper into your cunt. Your eyes are locked onto the way his pretty cock disappears Into to your cunt, the fur at the hilt becoming wet with your slick.

"Ah~ cum inside, cum inside, cum inside me!"

Your frantic pleas are heard when he wraps one arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest, his other hand firmly on your ass pushing into you as deep as possible. You finally cum around the throbbing cock clenching your walls deliciously, pressed into his chest. He cums seconds after you, shooting abnormally hot cum deep inside you. Your body stills as you cum down, his strong arms move you body against him in shallow thrusts as he bucks up into you, riding out his high.

You limply lie on his massive chest catching your breath as you come down, ignoring the drool you left on his pec. You realise he's eerily quiet and look up only to find he's staring at your face in a manner you think is expecant? Only then do you actually realise that his dick hasn't gone down at all. You can't help but laugh, pussy involuntarily clenching making the demon clutch your hips tighter.

"Is this all for me or is it just a demon thing?"

He huffs out camp fire smelling smoke from his skull and leans up into a seated position. The change in position makes his cock adjust and you moan softly at the feeling while grasping his large biceps.

"You've got jokes."

He looks down at you, you try to read his expression but it's really hard when his hands are massaging your hips so nicely and his cock is touching new spots inside you making your head all fuzzy. He smoothly lifts your thighs and flips you both over so that you're laying on your back and he's hovering above you.

It's such a glorious sight. This massive sexy otherworldly creature staring down at you with such lust. You can't stop yourself from pulling him in closer by the back of his neck and mumbling,

"Do demons kiss?"

The demon huffs again and opens his jaw showing his razor sharp teeth, from the darkness behind the skull comes three appendages, long and wet. Those are his tongues, and you moan a little when you realise that. He leans closer and the prehensile tongues worm their way to your mouth where you greet them, mouth ready and open. All three appendages slip into your mouth to explore and rub against your tongue, it's so messy and gross it makes you clench around his cock.

He grunts and thrusts into you, thrusting his tongues deeper into your mouth making you gag. You stick your head in his open maw, pulling him in closer by his thick horns. You take the tongues with vigor and suck on them like you would a cock. He seems to like this quite a bit as he grabs both your legs and pulls your knees up to your ears, bending you in half and presenting your dripping pussy to him. He starts thrusting his cock much deeper in your pussy than before while thrusting his tongues down your throat simultaneously.

The pleasure is so intense as he gradually speeds up, working up to a brutal pace. He fucks you into the floor, so deep, so good. It's so animalistic it makes you go feral. He tongue fucks your throat with fever, his dangerous maw wide open. Knowing that he could tear your flesh easily if he just closed his jaws around your head turns you on an unthinkable amount as you take his tongues deeper down your already full throat.

You want him deeper in your throat even as you choke and gag. You want him deeper in your pussy even as he pounds you raw and hard, reaching so deep he kisses your cervix. Your brain is mush and your thighs burn, you scratch and claw his back for some kind of grounding as you quickly reach your peak again.

He wraps his arms under your thighs and around your back to lift you up and squeeze you against his hot body. He pounds you even harder now with gravity on his side, forcing you down on his cock as he thrusts up in time.

Suddenly your body gets hot, he gets hot. His hold is like a hot vice and you struggle against it on instinct but he just holds you tighter. You almost scream when you feel a red hot flash in every artery and vein in your body. The heat is gone just as quickly as it came and you sigh in relief before looking up at him in shock when you suddenly realise what he just did.

His tongues leaves your mouth suddenly as he cums hard, groaning loudly as he fucks his seed deeper into your already soaked cunt. With your mouth free you groan like an snimal, tongue out, tears streaking down your face, spit running down your neck. You soak up the feeling of being folded in half and filled to the fucking brim by this demonic beast.

Your moans mix in the hot air between you. His cum is so thick and hot inside you, filling you up once again. You're so full you can't contain it all as it pours out of you and onto the floor. He gives a few slow, deep thrusts, milking his cock with your tight pussy as you lay limply in his hold.

You sit on the floor for a few minutes holding each other close and catching your breath. He nuzzles his head into your sweaty neck and moves your body into a more relaxed position so that he's hugging around your waist and your legs rest around his torso. You feel each other for a moment, his cock still plugging up your messy cunt. Hes quiet, like he's thinking about something. You're not sure you can even speak but if you could you don't really know what you would say.

He leans back to look at your face, you realise you probably look an absolute mess, tear streaked face with spit all over your mouth and chin. He looks into your eyes like he's looking for something specific and you look back into his two small flames. He slightly nods and then holds you close to his chest once more, enveloping you with his body.

He accepted the pact proposal.

You let out a breathless laugh and lean up to place wet kisses all over his skull head.

He growls low and irritable like a cat.

"That's not necessary."

He grumbles like he's annoyed but doesn't move away from you as you give a few more kisses along his jaw. His tail swishes idly behind him.

"Well neither was fucking me. Twice."

You tease him while reaching for your discarded hat and plopping it back on your head. You shakily stand up on wobbly legs, he holds his hands out to your hips to stabilise you. Cum drips out of your cunt and his gaze is drawn to where it oozes down your thighs.

"Not that I'm complaining."

You balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders and clear your throat, trying to seem a little put together as he stares up at you. You very casually lift your leg to rest it on his shoulder, presenting your puffy, dripping cunt to him.

"Are you the fuck and leave type or do you stay for the cleanup? "

The demon chuckles and opens his maw again, wet tongues slipping out and reaching for you, licking up your cum covered thighs and up to the source of the mess.

You're both going to make very good use of this pact.

[sweatyracoon]

Savior with Fins

Notes: credit for the beautiful dividers by @cafekitsune <3

I know this isn't my best but I just really loved the idea

Warnings: language, mentions of drowning, passing out, sharks, angst

You often went fishing on your own. It was one of your favorite pass times, seeing as you grew up on an island.

It was a small but loving community, and you found solace in it's silence.

You never killed something on purpose, always throwing your catches back into the water.

There was a group of guys swarming around the rent a boat business you came to once a week, and you found yourself scoffing when you were placed on a larger rent a boat with the group.

"Sorry, y/n. Your boat is in the shop. A hole was found in the bottom. But this way, it's a lot cheaper for you,"

John said, awkwardly scratching at his nape.

You rolled your eyes, getting on the boat. The guys mostly kept their distance, too busy playing around with their rods, getting the hook stuck in one of their hoods.

They were immature, and extremely loud and lewd.

Ad the boat drifted into deeper territory, they all started shoving one another, making the vessel shake. Your balance faltered, and you nearly dropped your rod into the water.

"Hey! Do you mind? You scared off my catch, you pricks," you yelled at them, pacing towards the blonde haired boy.

"What are you gonna do about it, princess? If you didn't want to have fun, you should have gotten on a different boat,"

You scoffed.

"Fishing is me having fun, asshole. Your the ones preventing me from doing so," you turned, about to stride towards your side of the vessel when suddenly you felt your shoulders caged.

"If you wanna catch fish so bad, go fetch," you heard the voice say behind you.

Suddenly, the strong grip led you towards the edge, a strong shove sending you overboard.

You yelled as you felt the cold water nip at your skin, the tide engulfing you as you thrashed.

Your head bobbed above water, and you heard the sickening laughs of the teens above you.

The boat drifted off, leaving you stranded in the depths of the sea.

It was miles from the island, you wouldn't make it if you attempted swimming.

Still, despicable knowing that, your survival instincts made you swim, struggle with the push of the waves.

You pushed yourself for what felt like hours, your vision blurring as you inhaled salt water, the burn keeping you alert. Your limbs felt as if they were on fire despite the freezing water surrounding you.

You felt your eyes closing against your will, your body stilling as you floated, exhausted. Black was all you saw as you felt your brain turning to mush, a large crash of the sea slamming itself onto your body, pushing you below the surface.

You woke up, startled, coughing aggressively. You felt the water swishing in your lungs. You lunged forward, feeling it creep up your esophagus, spitting it out. The salt made it burn.

After you were done hacking up bits of the sea, your eyes adjusted to your unfamiliar surroundings.

It was almost like a nook, the ones you would see in the movies behind a waterfall. The rocks were moist and glistening, and a soft sound of water hitting water filled your ears. There was also a pit filled with water a few feet from you.

Your clothes were damp, and your back ached from laying on stone. You weren't sure for how long.

Wait. How did you end up here?

You looked around again, noticing no other life than you and a few bugs.

Splash!

You whipped your head back to the body of water, noticing a large fin smacking back down, the stray water hitting your exposed legs.

You got up to sit on your knees, glancing into the water.

What you saw frightened you.

Despite the large tail you just saw, when you peered at the figure, you saw a human-like form.

It was blurry from the waves, but you saw a pale skinned boy with light blonde hair, his figure shaking with the tide. His pale body seemed to end near his waist, the color darkening immediately to a dark gray.

But that wasn't what scared you.

It was his eyes. They glowed yellow underneath the water.

You jolted back when he appeared to be rising to the surface, your breath quickening.

You scuffed your knee against the jagged rocks that made up the ground you sat on. You winced, eyes drifting immediately to your fresh wound.

Your mind was still fuzzy from the pressure of the water and new found pain on your leg that you didn't notice the creature coming out of the water.

"Hey! Careful, you could really do some damage," you heard the voice say.

His voice was deep. And had a thick accent to it, compared to the people in town.

You were so surprised. Surely, his top half looked human, but you didn't expect him to be able to communicate.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked again.

When you finally looked at him, you saw he was plopped at the edge of the rock where it met the water.

There was no shallow parts there, just a straight dive into the deep.

"What?" You were still confused about the whole situation, suddenly wondering if you were dreaming.

"Are you alright? Do you know your name?" His gaze turned into concern, looking around for what? You didn't know.

"I'm fine, I think...I'm y/n," you stutter, suddenly feeling cold.

"Ah. A pretty name. I'm Felix. You look hungry," he observed, bringing his finger out to poke your knee.

You flinched, pulling back.

"Sorry...I've just never seen a person so up close," he muttered, pushing his body back into the water, his head still above the surface.

"You eat fish?" He asked.

"Yes, I do,"

Without another word, he left.

You were stuck in this dome like cave with very little lighting, since the sun was going down. You took it upon yourself to look around, and was surprised to find some dead plants.

You brought it all to one corner, grabbing some jagged rocks. You scraped them together aggressively, and eventually, you had a small fire.

You hoped it would last.

When he came back, there was a torn net holding at least twelve fish, and you chuckled as he hurled himself up the ledge, sighing dramatically.

"Wasn't sure how much people eat so I got extra!" He grinned.

You noticed his sharp, jagged teeth, but for some reason, it didn't bother you as much as it should have.

"What are you?"

It came out before you could stop yourself. It was weighing on your mind for a while, giving you time to ponder while he was gone.

His smile faltered before he hid it quickly.

"I'm a shark," he said simply with a grin, opening the net of fish.

He grabbed a stick next to him before spearing the aquatic animal onto it.

"Are you sure? Sharks don't really...talk?" You took the stick from him, holding it over your small fire.

"I don't know? Me and my friends are all like this. I mean- they aren't sharks, but we can all talk? My dad called us hybrids,"

"Hybrids? So your half human?"

"I think? I mean I kinda look like you, but then the other half doesn't-"

He proceeded to keep handing you fish to cook, and you continued to while speaking with him.

"So your friends? You said they aren't sharks?"

His eyes sparkled at the mentions of his friends, his posture straightening.

"Nope! We're all different. I mean, one is a dolphin, the other is a squid, another a sea horse. We all couldn't be more different."

You nodded.

"So they aren't scared of you? Your a predator hybrid," you say, curious.

His eyes widened.

"Oh god, no! I have never hurt them or anyone. Honestly we're fearful of Minho, but I'm a playful way. He's the dolphin,"

You smile.

"I hear dolphins are the most dangerous animal out there,"

You both laughed.

"You might be right,"

It became silent suddenly, but it was a comfortable silence. The fish we're all cooked, so now you both ate.

"Do you remember how you got here?" Felix asked after cleaning the mess up.

You stilled, forgetting completely that you don't belong here. But he made you so comfortable, it feels like you had known him for years.

"Uhh, I fell off a boat? I was fishing I think." Your brain once again turned into mush.

"Two boys pushed you off the boat, y/n. I was lucky I got to you in time. The currents were harsh."

His eyes filled with sadness, his arm reaching up to rest on your calf.

You looked back at him, gauging his words. You remember yelling at the boys, but not being pushed off.

"I forgot," was all you could say.

"Listen, maybe you need some rest. It was a stressful day, after all. I can take you back to the island in the morning?" He tilted his head, his sharp teeth flicking through his lips.

"Oh, yeah. Sure. What about you?"

"I don't sleep much. I can keep the fire going, and go to find something for you to use on the water. If I don't, you'd probably get hypothermia," he grinned, his fin flicking against the water.

You smiled.

"The fire won't hurt you, will it?"

"No. As long as I get back to the water afterwards," he shrugged, scooting over to tend to the fire. "See?"

"Thank you Felix," you laughed, suddenly feeling insanely tired.

The last thing you saw was a heartwarming smile from him before it went dark.

You woke up to the sound of splashing, and fought the sun to open your eyes.

"Y/n? You ready to go?"

Your eyes Open to a cute, wet Felix. Behind him was a floating piece of wood, one that would be able to carry your weight.

"Yeah,"

He led you onto the platform, gently caressing your waist.

"Comfortable?" He asked, his hands hooked onto the sides.

"Yes, Felix I'm okay," you pat his head, watching his face contort into many emotions.

Confusion, denial, acceptance, enjoyment, happinesses.

He liked it.

"Alright, I'll be under the water this entire time, pulling from a rope okay?"

He almost looked like he didn't want to leave you out of his sight. It was endearing.

Wat you didn't know, however, was that he watched you sleep for hours. Not in a creepy way, but he knew it was cold, and didn't want you getting sick or anything. He admired you and your form. He would kill to have legs, and everything else that you do. Life underwater was harsh, even for him. It didn't matter if he was a shark hybrid or not. His caring and empathetic nature wouldn't let him be the predator he should be.

After making sure you were settled, he led you back home.

It took around thirty five minutes before you saw the big piece of floating land, but when you did, you felt your speed slowing down.

"Felix?" You asked, since he didn't come out of the water yet.

The water here compared to the cave was a lot darker. Why? You didn't know. But you were worried the rope cut loose and he didn't know.

It wasn't until you heard water from behind you that you started to worry.

"Felix. What's wrong? Did the rope snap?" You asked, bring your hand up to his wet hair.

He almost looked as if he were going to cry.

"Are you gonna forget about me, y/n?" He choked.

Your heart nearly broke.

"Of course not, Felix. Why would you think that?" You continued petting his head, watching his eyes roll back.

"You'll never see me again,"

"Woah woah woah. Says who? I can still see you, can't I?" You stop him, cursing yourself.

You hadn't even thought that far ahead.

"How would you? We are two different worlds, y/n,"

His eyes were large and shiny with emotion, making you swoon.

"I fish once a week. When I'm on the boat, you come find me, yeah?"

His eyes lit up suddenly, his demeanor changing.

"Really? You'd let me see you?"

"Of course, Felix. You saved my life!" You both laughed.

His light chuckle filled the air, despite being in the middle of the ocean.

"Alright, let's get you home,"

[bitterbutblue]

jane doe toxic? <3

bam yang gang ☆ jane doe x fem!reader

~ As you were leaving, you said to me "You always want far too much If even for a moment, I look away from you It’s like my mind ignites into flames." I hold back the tears about to flow Struggling to suppress the words I longed to share With just a single "Yes, I’m sorry" I closed the chapter on the days we spent together - bibi, bam yang gang ~

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She grips tightly at the door, bag in hand and your sobs by her side.

"Don't make this harder than it should be."

Her voice is cold enough for you to cease your sobs for just a second because how is she so cruel about all this? Was your love just a fucking joke to her? Was your pain just a simple toy she finds herself able to throw around for fun? Something she can toss aside when she's sick of it?

"Why?"

"You know I can't do this."

"Why the fuck not?"

"God- FUCK!"

Her sudden outburst had you flinching slightly. Her cheeks reddened from anger as her tail swishes, irritated, from this whole dispute. She had always appeared so loving and caring, always looking out for you and always putting you before herself so why this? Why now? Why now with the ring stored away in your bottom drawer in your bedside table does she suddenly want to pack and leave?

"You're too much. You're so much, all the fucking time."

"Oh bullshit!" You cry, throwing the nearest thing, which just so happened to be a box of tissues, at her. She just lets it hit her chest defeatedly, watching you pick up random items like couch cushions or plastic figures from the shelves and hurling it at her and she lets each item hit her. She lets you take our your frustrations on her until you've run out of items and you just sink into the ground. You let yourself melt into the ground, becoming like a statue frozen in time- a memory forever engrained into Jane's memory. You stay in that state, perhaps not physically, but for a long time after.

"I've never fucking asked you for anything, Jane." You say through gritted teeth, your anger now growing. It's like a starving beast, willing to take anything as a excuse to fuel itself. Eating up even crumbs or specks of words to fuel this hatred to block out the searing pain, to block out the way she carves your heart out. Not even methodically- just messily. She does it with a rusted dagger, blunt.

"You ask me all the time-"

"I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME."

Silence rings throughout the apartment again as Jane's eyes darken, yous see the way her throat bobbed as she takes a deep breath in. She looks away.

The fucking coward looks away.

"Well I can't give you that."

"Why the hell not?"

"You- you ask-"

"Don't you fucking say I ask too much of you." You're seething now "Tell me, when have I ever asked you to love me more? I love the way you love me, I never complain about you not loving me in love or not- not loving in the conventional way."

Jane is silent as she stares at you. You've stood up now, knees shaky and you feel like you'll fall over any second but you still stand. You still push yourself up to look at her in the eyes.

"Tell me, Jane."

She loves you.

She really does.

But she can't.

They'll find you.

"You always ask me for too much." Is all she says, before she turns. You scream at her, you want to throw yourself at her but you want to punch her at the same time. You yell curses at her, how you wished you had never given her the chance. How you just want her to love you, how you don't even ask for much and she's just being so selfish but she's gone. The door had already closed before you could even tell her a proper goodbye.

Is this the end of your story? This the chapter you close now, the story of you two coming to an end on a Friday night in your apartment with you sobbing on the kitchen floor for the rest of the knight as your favourite melody to share with her becomes a reminder of a cruel ending.

"As you were leaving you turned around and said to me "You always want far too much" No what I’ve always wanted was one thing Just one thing sweet chestnut red bean jelly"

[ghcstao3]

another mermay post 🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️🧜‍♂️ hehehehehe

short part two of siren!ghost x sailor!soap

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In the darkness of the cave, with nothing but the bioluminescent something speckling the damp walls to illuminate the space, Soap isn’t sure how much time has passed since Ghost’s departure.

All Soap knows is that he’s cold, wet, and hungry, and has no idea how long he’s been left in this cave—and if there’s any way out.

He doesn’t venture far, not with what little visibility he has, but he feels along the slimy, algae-coated walls for any hidden crevice, any opening, any alcove. When he’s unsuccessful in that regard, a dares to inch toward the water, peering into its dark, murky depths, and wondering just how deep it goes. How deep underwater he is, in this little pocket of air that will most certainly run out.

And if it’s so deep that he couldn’t make it back up to the surface on his own.

Soap is curled up against one side of the cave when Ghost reappears, hauling fish, oysters, and tattered, sodden clothing of which Soap could very well guess the origins.

Ghost nudges everything as far up the stone floor as he can without having to push himself out of the water, but Soap never moves to accept. Fear still encases every one of his senses, even if his life had been spared. Even if Ghost said he wouldn’t kill him.

“You can’t keep me here, you know. Not forever,” Soap declares shakily, wincing at the echo of his words. Ghost just stares at him, bobbing gently in the abyss of water, those amber eyes now two pitch black holes boring into Soap.

“I can’t even… how would I even cook and eat the fish? I’ll starve if I don’t first run out of air,” Soap continues.

Ghost watches Soap for another long, silent moment. There isn’t enough light for Soap to place his expression, but his lack of reply is worrying enough.

“I won’t let that happen,” Ghost eventually says. There’s decisiveness to his answer, but in the echoey confines of the cavern, Soap swears there’s a slight waver in confidence. Like Ghost hadn’t thought this completely through, despite the cocksure way he had acted up until this moment.

“I’ll need sunlight,” Soap argues weakly. “And to be dry.”

Ghost outwardly falters. Soap can imagine a plethora of thoughts and emotions crossing the siren’s face, all obscured in the dim lighting. Soap waits and waits as silence only stretches again for what are only minutes, but feel like hours.

“Then I’ll find somewhere new,” states Ghost, before sinking back into the water with that same air of mystery as he had the first time.

Soap sighs, careful to fill his lungs minimally, lest he suffocate.

Well, he supposes—maybe wringing out the old clothes and laying them out could at least make for a somewhat more comfortable place to die, and the oysters might be enough to tie him over as to not make his death nearly as miserable.

Maybe he shouldn’t have argued with Ghost in the rowboat. Maybe he should have pretended to be lured in by the female sirens’ song and be put to death far quicker than whatever torture this is, that Ghost has planned.

Dejectedly, Soap squeezes out what excess water he can from the fabric, bunches it up in a pile and lays down on the makeshift pillow. The constant drip, drip, drip makes it impossible to sleep, so instead he just shuts his eyes and listens to the sounds of water lapping the stone floor, waiting for the swish and ripple of a disturbance to mark Ghost’s return—if there ever would be one in time.

[pretzel-box]

You can choose to ignore this or take as long as you want but if it's ok to get a Sebastian x gyaru reader ??

When they meet the other expendables, they get made fun of if their make up and how they dres so Sebastian defends them

Tags: Bullying, comfort

Words: 1k

Sebastian Solace was an enigma to everyone in the facility. His appearance alone made people wary of him, and his aloof demeanor kept them at a distance, if it wasn't for one of the usual business deals. But that suited Sebastian just fine. He wasn’t there to make friends, he was here to escape and get some of the sweet revenge he thirsted at.

Similar to him, you were hard to miss in this, even in this grim place. With your flashy gyaru style, bright hair, and the constant click of your heeled boots against the facility’s cold, metal floors, you stood out like a burst of color in a black-and-white world. Your makeup was always meticulously done—long lashes, glittering eyeshadow, and a shiny lip gloss that seemed to defy the harsh environment of the facility. To Sebastian, you were a light in this godforsaken place. But not everyone saw it that way.

The first time Sebastian saw you, you were huddled in a corner, your usual confident demeanor shattered as a group of your so-called teammates stood around, jeering at you. They mocked your style, your voice, your makeup—everything that made you uniquely you. He could see the pain in your eyes, even through the layers of mascara and eyeliner.

He had watched from the shadows then, his tail flicking back and forth with barely contained fury. He didn’t intervene that time, telling himself that he couldn’t fight all your battles for you. But every time he saw you, his resolve weakened. Especially when you smiled at him in the hallway, as if you hadn’t been reduced to tears just moments before. That was when he decided enough was enough.

Today, Sebastian found himself watching you again, only this time, he was ready to step in. The facility was unusually quiet, the low hum of machinery the only sound echoing through the halls. But as he turned a corner, he heard it—the familiar sound of laughter. Not your laughter, which was bright and infectious, but the cruel, taunting laughter of your teammates.

“You think those heels make you look tough?” one of them sneered, a tall man with a shaved head and a smirk that made Sebastian’s skin crawl. “You look like a clown.”

“Yeah, a freakin’ clown!” echoed another, a woman with a sharp bob and an even sharper tongue.

You stood in the middle of them, clutching your arm and staring at the ground, your usual confident expression replaced with one of quiet defeat as you silently cursed those people in your mind.

Sebastian’s tail flicked behind him, his three blue eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. That was it. He had seen enough.

“Hey,” he called out, his voice echoing through the hallway like a low growl.

The bullies turned, their smirks faltering as they saw him. Sebastian was an intimidating figure, with his tall, muscular frame and his third arm hanging loosely at his side. His three eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, all of them focused on the group of bullies.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” he continued, stepping closer. His tail swished behind him like a whip, ready to strike.

The tall man with the shaved head sneered. “This ain’t your business, Solace. Why don’t you crawl back into whatever hole you came out of?”

Sebastian didn’t reply. Instead, he moved with lightning speed, his tail snapping out and wrapping around the man’s ankle. With a quick yank, he pulled the man off his feet, sending him crashing to the floor.

The other bullies backed away, eyes wide with fear.

“You… you freak!” the woman with the sharp bob stammered, taking a step back.

Sebastian’s third arm flexed, his other two hands balling into fists. “Say that again,” he dared, his voice low and threatening.

They didn’t. Instead, they turned and ran, the sound of their footsteps echoing down the hallway.

As they fled, Sebastian turned his attention to you. You were still standing there, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. He softened his expression, the anger in his eyes fading away.

“Hey,” he said gently, his tail retracting and wrapping loosely around his waist. “You okay?”

You nodded, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to salvage your makeup. “Yeah… thanks,” you muttered, your voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t have to do that.”

Sebastian shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Maybe not, but I wanted to.”

You blinked up at him, your bright eyes searching his face. “Why?”

He hesitated for a moment before answering. “Because… I don’t like seeing people get hurt. Especially not you.”

A small, genuine smile broke across your face, and for a moment, the pain and sadness seemed to lift. “You’re not so scary after all, are you?” you teased, your usual sass returning.

Sebastian chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “I guess not. But don’t tell anyone, okay? I have a reputation to maintain.”

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. “Your secret’s safe with me,” you promised, stepping closer to him.

He reached out with his third arm and gently wiped away a tear that had smeared your eyeliner. “They don’t know what they’re talking about,” he said softly. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you looked away, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “Thanks, Sebastian.”

He nodded, his three eyes softening as they looked at you. “Anytime. And if they bother you again…”

“They won’t,” you interrupted, your voice firm. “Not with you around.”

He smiled at that, his tail flicking behind him in quiet contentment. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with gratitude and something else—something warmer, something that made your cheeks flush and your stomach do little flips.

“Neither am I,” you replied softly.

And for the first time in a long time, in the middle of this dark and dangerous facility, you felt safe. You felt like you had a friend—maybe even something more. And as you walked down the hallway together, side by side, you knew that whatever came next, you wouldn’t have to face it alone.

[neteyamssyulang]

Innocence

Day 2

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem tawtute reader

Summary: After dating the olo’eyktans son for awhile you decided to take things up a notch in your relationship.

Warnings: Dom reader, Sub Neteyam, Innocent Neteyam, Oral (M receiving), Mommy kink, P in V, Belly bulge.

Word count: 823

Translation(s): Sayrìp -> Handsome, Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved, Oe rä'ä kame -> I do not know, Sna’lo rutxe rä'ä ftang -> Just please don’t stop.

A/N: Bit short but was fun to write, im sorry this came out late I kept debating on if it was good or not🥲

Taglist: @hey-hey-26 @narwhal-swimmingintheocean @bessos4him @ntymavtr @puddle-nerd @zafrinaxyz @neteyamswillow @ikeyniofthetayrangi @bubblebaththoughts @skywonder @km-ffluv

Dating the olo'eyktans son wasn't as bad as anyone thought, even if you were human and he was na'vi.

He chose you, out of all the girls in his clan who'd throw themselves at his feet he wanted you as his mate.

You sighed turning around in your chair to face your boyfriend who was sprawled across your bed laying on his back, Norm had been gracious giving you a giant bed so Neteyam was comfortable if he ever came over.

Standing up you walked over to the na'vi climbing ontop of him to straddle his waist "Teyammm" you pouted.

"Yes syulang?" He spoke softly looking up at you "What is wrong?" His huge hands moved to your thighs rubbing soothing motions on them.

Leaning down you pressed a soft kiss against his lips "I want you" , the tips of his ears along with his cheeks turned a light shade of pink "I..I don't know what you mean.." his voice quiet as his looked away.

Placing your hand on his cheek you turned his face to look at you “Do you trust me sayrìp?” , the omaticaya gulped softly before nodding his head.

Your eyes narrowed slightly “Words baby” , “Yes mommy, I trust you.” Smiling you leaned in kissing him softly “Good boy~”

Neteyams tail swished happy at your praise, he watched as you leaned back to reach for the ties in his loincloth. Once you untied his loincloth pulling it off his hands went to cover himself.

“What’s wrong baby?” You asked tilting your head slightly , Neteyam’s eyes looked anywhere but at you “I am just nervous..”

“It’s ok paskalin, you’ll enjoy it I promise” finally turning his gaze to you he nodded slowly hesitantly removing his hands placing them by his sides instead.

Your mouth watered once you saw the size of him, long and very girthy with beautiful patterns of tanhì littering his cock.

Slowly you leaned down licking from the base to his tip, a sharp gasp left your boyfriends lips as you took his cock in your mouth.

Neteyam’s eyes rolled back as you began bobbing your head taking more of him, his hips started bucking up shoving more of his cock down your throat.

Tears pricked your eyes but you weren’t about to quit now, while you tried focusing on bringing your beautiful boy closer to the edge one of your hands reached down to gently massage his balls.

Your boyfriend hissed as he pulled you off his cock, thick spurts of bioluminescent cum shot out covering your clothed chest and thighs.

Panting Neteyam’s eyes widened “I’m sorry..i’m so sorry..” you only chuckled softly looking down at the mess he made “Don’t be sorry yawne it’s fine.”

The na’vi just shook his head “But I m-” he’s cut off as you grabbed him by the chin “Paskalin, do you think I’d do something like this if I wasn’t prepared to get a little messy?”

Neteyam was quiet for a bit after that but still unsure about the whole thing “What if I can not pleasure you that well?..”

“My darling boy.. I will still love you either way, besides I’m sure you’ll feel amazing inside of me~” with that you slowly began to undress throwing your clothes off the side of the bed.

Your boyfriend couldn’t help but blush as he watched you, his eyes roamed down your body now actually seeing it for the first time.

Straddling him you lined his tip with your soaked entrance before slowly sliding down onto him, whimpering Neteyam squeezed his eyes feeling your gummy walls sucking his cock inside.

Fuck he was huge.. by the time you took him to the hilt there was a small bulge in your stomach, cupping his face you leaned in kissing his nose “Open your eyes darling.”

Neteyam’s eyes gradually opened , “Good boy” you praised, slowly you began lifting yourself up only to drop back down onto him coaxing out the most beautiful sounds from your boyfriend.

As you picked up your pace he became a whimpering mess underneath you, his tail curled around your thigh while he leaned his head back against the headboard.

Seeing the opportunity you leaned in leaving sloppy kisses and hickies along his beautiful azure skin, “M-mo-mmy rutxe..” he gasped bucking his hips up.

“Please what, darling?” Grinning you leaned back looking at him, his ears are pinned back against his head, eyes rolled back with his mouth slightly agape.

You knew what he wanted, you just needed to hear him try and say it.

“Oe” he panted “Oe rä'ä kame” tears rolled down his face as he got closer to the edge again, your own orgasm was approaching fast.

Wiping his tears away you spoke softly “Well if you don’t know, how is mommy supposed to give you what you want?”

Sniffling he looked at you through his still teary eyes “Sna’lo rutxe rä'ä ftang..”

[iliketangerines]

hole in one

a/n: i wish i couldn't included more, but i didn't want to seem repetitive rip

pairing: recoms x gn!recom!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI) glory hole, humiliation (kind of?), degradation kink, blow jobs, deepthroating, aftercare (sort of if you squint)

it’s a thin veil, not really secret of who’s behind the other side of the wall in the bathrooms designated for the recoms, but still, you needed deniability against fraternizing

you kneel down on the floors, hands braced up on the wall as you lick up the cock from base to tip, relishing in the small moan that he lets out

it’s Lyle today, his fist banging against the thin bathroom door as you suckle around the tip, dipping your tongue into the slit of the fat head of his cock before bobbing your head up and down the length

he groans, hips slightly thrusting in time with your mouth, and you hum, tail swishing behind you excitedly at the taste of his pre-cum covering your tongue

“fuck,” Lyle hisses in between his teeth as your lips reach the base of his cock, met with the hard plastic of the hole in the wall and Lyle’s warm skin pressing against your lips

you groan, wishing you could grab onto his hips for some semblance of something to grab onto to so that you could ground yourself

“who knew--hah ugh--such a mouthy bitch would--urrgh mmh--have such a whore mouth?” even behind the wall, you can hear his smirk, and you almost want to scrape your fangs against his cock

if you did, he would definitely give you an extra few sets to rep out outside of the stall, so you decide against it, deciding to simply pull your mouth back and tease the tip with your tongue

circling your tongue around the head of his cock, he groans, hips trying to buck forward through the plastic, “god, i wish i could just--fuck keep, aghh--could just grab your hair and fuck your throat”

you whine at the thought, his thick fingers curling into the shreds of your hair, your sensitive kuru and forcing your head down on his cock until he shot spurts of his warm cum down your throat

Lyle groans as you bring your hand down from the wall and pump at his cock, sucking at the tip and pressing your tongue into the slit once more

his hips stutter, and you close your eyes, tasting the warm cum flooding your mouth and your throat

you let the warmth settle in your stomach and then pull your mouth off of Lyle’s cock, watching it soften in front of you and then disappear through the hole in the wall as he cleans himself up

your knees hurt slightly from the cold tile of the bathroom, so you stand up and take a quick piss before exiting the restroom, washing your hands with soap and then swishing some water in your mouth

Lyle is outside the bathroom when you exit and bumps you in the shoulder, handing you his water bottle before complaining about his day as you two walk to dinner

the next day, you’re back in the bathroom on your knees once more, cock down your throat as your eyes water, the girth of it making your eyes water

but the stretch was so nice, and you could tell Mansk was enjoying it too with the way he grunts and groans, never one for talking, but you were fine with that

he lets out little pants, hips rocking back and forth slightly as you let him move himself, doing all the work for himself

you breathe in the scent of his musk, melting into the familiar headiness of him, the warmth and the salt and the slight edge just at the end

his groan is low and deep, almost reverberating through the bathroom, and his fist bangs against the cheap plastic of the bathroom stall as he whimpers slightly, his cum flooding your mouth

not quite as much as Lyle but still plenty more than some of the others, and you greedily lap it all up, cleaning his cock of his own cum and humming around it

there’s a slight whine as you start edging into overstimulation, but you pull away, and you can hear him panting as he puts away his softening cock

whenever you find him at breakfast the next day, he always makes sure to save you an extra portion of food from the dining hall

you slightly gag, trying to keep your tears from dripping down onto the bathroom floor s you struggle to take Quaritch’s length down your throat

he’s not quite so fat like Mansk, a little longer than Lyle, and it almost never failed to make you gag and have you struggling to breathe

but still, the struggle, the gagging, it only made you more desperate for him, and you could always hear him purring behind the cell door at how you struggle

“fuck, you’re such a slut, swallowing my cock like some desperate whore, huh?” he always kept his cool, voice never trembling once even as you drool on his cock, lips unable to reach down all the way and meet the cool jagged plastic

with his dick down you throat, you can’t really answer, but you whine either way, tail swishing behind you lazily as your hands brace against the wall

“wish we could could promote to a barracks bunny, would be better if i could just shove my cock into you,” he chuckles, breath a little heavy, the only sign he was even the slightest bit affected, “i bet you would like that, being a little cocksleeve for the rest of us?”

the fantasy filters into your thoughts, and you can’t help but moan at the thoughts, cum dripping out of you, used like some common whore

“yeah? you’d be such a pretty little barracks bunny, on your knees waitin’ for us, waiting to be fucked,” Quaritch practically growls it out, the end of his sentence taking on a certain raspiness, and you close your eyes and groan

it’s a silly fantasy, to be used and whored out, have all your needs satisfied, fucked and filled with cum, treated like some cheap lay

but still, you know you would be taken care of with warm hands and gentle voices, they took care of you and you took care of them

Quaritch’s dick twitches in your mouth, and you take in a breath through your nose as best as you can and then feel his cum shoot down your throat and into your stomach

your colonel finally lets out a moan, biting his tongue when your name almost slips out of your mouth, and he finally takes his dick out of your mouth and back into his pants

you watch and listen to him leave and wash his hands, taking a second to collect yourself before you stand up and clean yourself up and exit

outside there stands Quaritch with a smile, and he places his hand at the small of your back before guiding you to lunch, his thumb rubbing against your back

he piles on food to your plate and guides you to your seat at the lunch table next to him, and the other recoms greet you warmly, eyes bright and sparkling

smiling at them, you laugh at their eagerness and sit down, eating lunch with them

for as much as they talked dirty, you knew that they would always take care of you

[binniebakery]

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Non Idol AU Academic Rival!Beomgyu x Gn!Reader Enemies to lovers(?) fluff

Summary♡: Your number one enemy, Choi Beomgyu, always managed to ruin everything for you. So of course the one time you decide to let yourself relax on the school rooftop– you’re stuck with him–  just like you’ve always been since you both met.

Warnings♡: mentions of jumping off a roof as a joke, banter, slight cursing, little bit of angst sprinkled in but it gets resolved lol A/N♡: just in time for beomgyu's birthday... this was inspired by the song 'a lovely night' from lala land! to all my bamtoris: enjoy!

The sky began to be decorated with hues of gold and pink, not even the perfect strokes of an artist’s brush could replicate the way the sun’s rays peaked over the multitude of buildings and clouds.

You inhaled as the cool breeze washed over you, the temperature for the day slowly dwindling as the sun lay to rest, the moon soon to take over.

The Mathletes club had just finished its meeting and you were relieved of your duties for the day as president. Student organizations were allowed to stay after school hours, as long as they responsibly cleaned after their club activities. They were free to go home as teachers stuck around to grade papers and janitors monitored the buildings to ensure things were in order.

You leaned against the metal rails of the rooftop with closed eyes. This was the most peaceful you had felt since the school year had started. Finals were over and you could finally take a breath of fresh air– literally. You had been locked up in your room studying for weeks, in hopes of achieving that perfect grade.

You never gave yourself time to go out and have fun anyway. As vice president of the student council, you had a job to do: paperwork, maintaining the council image by appearing at all school events, helping solve issues of your fellow students— etcetera, etcetera. So finals were no exception to your busy schedule.

Friends were rare to come by. You had been deemed “nice, but secluded” by your classmates so hardly anyone had the confidence to approach you.

If only people got to know you better, sure they knew you were nice but if only they knew you loved karaoke, you watched a ton of anime, you loved music– just like them. There was so much more to you than studies but no one seemed to look past that stern persona you portrayed.

You sighed thinking about the loneliness you felt. It’s always been this way, but at least right now you had peace. It’s just you and the cicadas that began to hum and buzz as the sun went down.

At least it was peaceful.

The door behind you swings open and loud footsteps interrupt your moment of tranquility. You hear the soft sound of music carrying through the wind and you turn to spot class president Choi Beomgyu.

Of course. You just couldn’t have one thing.

Beomgyu’s dark hair swishes side to side as he bobs his head to the tunes playing from his headphones, eyes closed and mouth shaped into an ‘o’ as he sways further outside, oblivious to your presence. 

You cross your arms and stare as he continues his little performance, whistling to the sound of the notes playing from his headset. How could he even stand playing music so loudly? ‘He’s gonna lose his hearing by the time we graduate if he doesn’t fix that habit’ you think with a scowl.

“Ahem. Excuse me, earth to Choi.”

Beomgyu opens his eyes and looks at you with a face that resembles a cute puppy.

“Oh! Hey y/n. Whatcha doin’ here hanging at my spot?” He grins and you quirk an eyebrow at his question. His spot?

“I didn’t know you hung around here.”

“Yeah, every day after school. I come here to unwind from my presidential activities.” His tone changes into a silly accent at the end of his sentence and it almost feels to you that he was emphasizing how much he didn’t take his job seriously.

You still couldn’t believe this fool got chosen as student council president over you.

“Well, I’m also here to relax if you don’t mind.” You reply, tapping your foot impatiently.

“I mean I can leave if you want. I don’t wanna interrupt your sulking– or whatever you do for fun.” Beomgyu places a hand on his hip as if mocking you, and you scoff.

“I’m not that miserable, Choi.”

“Uhuh.. and can you please call me Beomgyu for once? Come on we’re classmates, not working at an office.”

“Alright fine! Beomgyu, jeez.”

“Nice job, you finally do something right!” His tone is so fake the words practically fall from the air from how much plastic they were made of.

“Can I say something? I’d honestly rather die than be stuck up here with you,” you mumble as you rest your head on the railing.

“You should just jump then,” he chuckles.

Your eyes couldn’t have rolled any farther to the back of your head. God he was so fucking stupid.

“You first Choi, be my guest!” You snap back, nothing pissed you off more than Beomgyu’s cocky tone.

“Call me Choi one more time and I’m gonna start calling you noona from how old you sound.”

“Well, I’m sorry I try to remain professional unlike you! Ugh, I’m fucking leaving!” You begin to walk back to the doors of the building until Beomgyu decides he wants to have the last laugh.

“Alright well, at least I can still have fun and be president!  I have fucking friends– unlike you.”

Ouch. Beomgyu: 1 You: 0

You’re not sure if you’re more angry or hurt but regardless tears threaten to form as you bite your lip unable to respond. Because he’s right.

You really don’t have any friends.

Beomgyu is popular, he makes everyone laugh, he's easygoing, he’s kind when he wants to be, and most of all he’s handsome. 

You internally kick yourself for thinking of that last part. Though as much as you hated to admit it, you did find him very attractive just like the rest of your school did.

Both of you were incredibly smart and since the day he transferred to your school, you were no longer alone at the top of your class.

You constantly tied with Beomgyu when it came to grades, and when you couldn’t it was always back and forth over who had the better score. You two were just too evenly matched.

You both always bickered about it. Finding yourself despising that Beomgyu was a person you weren’t. In a way, it felt like he was better. You wanted to be someone like him. Though you’d never tell him that.

And thus you hated him for it.

You inhale sharply and raise your sleeve to wipe your eyes. Beomgyu’s eyes widen as he watches you attempt to go back inside.

You pull.

You pull again.

It’s locked.

“Are you kidding me..” you mumble. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life. Your rival makes you cry and now he’s forced to watch you suffer as you’re locked up on the roof with him. “Y/n.. I- um.”

“Save it Beomgyu. Please just leave me alone” You whisper, eyes closed shut as your last attempt to stop your tears from falling. You plop yourself down at the railing that overlooks the streets and buildings of your small city.

Beomgyu knew he fucked up, he was used to teasing you but he realized he took it way too far this time. His eyes stay soft as he watches you curl up onto the ground, head leaning against the rails.

He walks over to you and sits next to you, unsure of how to respond to your weak sniffles. He had never seen you this vulnerable before. He never knew you were this vulnerable.

So he does the one thing he knows, he pulls an earbud out and places it into your ear.

You look over to him with wet eyes, and he lets out a weak smile.

“Such a shame, the sunset’s really pretty right now. Someone else would have probably enjoyed this view instead of us huh?”

Beomgyu interrupts the silence with a sigh. It was like he was attempting to lighten the mood after what he said. This was the first time he had actually shown that he (somewhat?) cared about you

“Hey. I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry y/n…” he begins as he scratches his neck, averting your gaze.

“If anything I’m kind of jealous. I don’t really know what to do with the fact that you’re so much more organized and better at things than me that I just let out my inner frustrations onto you. You don’t.. you don’t really deserve that though.”

His voice was calm and warm, and so quiet as if there was someone around that could hear his confession. The cicadas grew louder and the music playing in your ear felt like it was engraving itself into your brain, as if it was attempting to connect Beomgyu's mind to yours.

You look over at him and see that his face holds a tender gaze. Nothing like the loud and obnoxious class president you were used to.

“I can be serious too you know? Everyone seems to go to you for their problems because they see you as more responsible, but trust me when I say I’m just as sincere.” He begins to fidget with the wires of his earbuds.

“I study a lot, I never have time to go out to the arcade with my friends. All because I want to be just like you. So at school, I let myself loose and act carefree.”

You stare at him bewildered.

Had he really felt like this all along?

Beomgyu sends a text to one of your teachers and mumbles ‘they should be here soon’ as he lightly traces small circles on your arm.

You’re too shocked to speak, too attached to the warmth of his fingers tracing your skin.

So you two sit there just like that, allowing the playlist of songs to speak for yourselves. You and Beomgyu were never that close but in that moment, for the first time, it felt like you two had connected.

Beomgyu can’t help but stare at the way you close your eyes, silently mouthing the words to the lyrics of his favorite songs. The way the sunset’s hues outline your hair flowing in the wind, the way your nose and eyes have a soft reddish blush to them from crying. You looked so breathtaking in that moment.

As you finally regain your bearings, you look up to Beomgyu and he immediately curses at himself for letting you catch him staring.

“You know.. I always felt the same towards you. I wanted to be like you as well. I guess..” you bite your lip as you contemplate what to say next.

“I guess we’re more alike than we thought. Maybe we should’ve just made the effort to actually get to know each other, but instead we ended up here.” You softly chuckle and Beomgyu makes a mental note that he wants to hear you laugh more.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re right.” He replies and you burst into laughter.

“Beomgyu you’re actually funnier than I’d like to admit,” you smile and lightly smack his shoulder.

“There you go, like hearing my name coming from you.”

Your face flushes with a rosy hue and you see Beomgyu’s ears are turning the same color as he plays with his shoelaces.

You’d never seen him this soft.  Usually, he was sure of himself and confident.

Was he flirting with you?

Moments of silence pass by at Beomgyu clears his throat.

“Crazy how this view.. Is so pretty..”

“Huh?” You tilt your head.

What was this sudden change of conversation topic?

“I mean, it’s kind of romantic, isn’t it?.. A shame that you uh- have feelings for me and I clearly don’t feel the same way towards you.”

Your jaw practically drops at his words. Beomgyu’s tone is playful but the way he hides into his hoodie, ears turning redder than before shows that he’s trying to indicate something else.

You smile and decide to play along.

“You know what. I’m frankly feeling nothing.”

“Is that so?"

“As a matter of fact Beomgyu, less than that.”

“Good to know we finally agree on something.”

“Yeah.” You both look over at each other.

And of course, neither of you could help but burst into a fit of giggles.

The crisp air entices you to scoot closer to him. Only because you were cold and not because you just needed to feel his body next to yours.

Totally not the latter.

The distant skyline is painted in shades of amber and rose, silhouetted against the fading light. You feel yourself relax again, and Beomgyu gently places your head on his shoulder. If you were any more receptive you could feel the way his heart beat louder than the bass of the music blasting through his headset.

Maybe this wasn’t such a total waste of a beautiful sunset.

[dadsbongos]

Daan x fem!reader smut pleaseee?

not super proofread :3  697 words  i think this takes place in an au where instead of elise, daan meets you :P and no termina lol

warnings - p in v, unprotected, femdom aura (fem reader btw), PATHETIC man as he should be, hints of daan being an unstable wench

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“You’re precious this way,” you twirl a finger in the doctor’s short hair.

“Miserable?” he squeezes your hips tighter despite the huff.

“Flustered,” you coo, working your hand down the smooth slope of his throat. Your fingers bob at his groan of protest. 

“I have to be up early tomorrow, you know that…” his face is quickly growing red. However, the way his eyes are darting from your lips to your breasts to the apex of your thighs pressing snugly onto him tells you he doesn’t actually care that he has to be up early tomorrow.

But you do love to tease, “Oh?” you pout, shifting onto your knees and off Daan’s lap, “So, I should move then? Best to let you rest, right?”

“Well…” he whines, almost pathetically, and rolls his eyes while pulling at the tight collar of his shirt with one hand, “I never said that.”

“Aw,” you wring both hands around the back of his neck and angle his face to press your lips on his, “Do you want me, darling?”

“I live to want you, my love.”

You kiss him again, “Right answer.”

Daan can’t even weasel his way back to your shared bedroom before you’ve worked off his ugly plaid trousers. And he has no room to so much as slide off the couch before you’ve fished his cock free. Flushed red and soft and curving into your warm palm.

Puckering your lips, spit foams and dribbles onto the head of Daan’s erection, it twitches at the cooling agent. Brief, wet respite before you charitably slot him into the crease of your thigh -- only long enough tug your panties to the side and yank up your skirt, but even that feels comparable to eternity of suffering. 

“Hurry,” he snips, bucking up into the sweltering plump of your thigh, only to quickly soften his tone, “<i>please</i>...”

“As I said,” you coo, kissing up Daan’s neck, “You’re precious this way.”

He whines into your mouth, lips slippery with want and legs tight with desperation, once you finally concede and sink your pelvis to his. His cock basks in the velvety scorch, and Daan makes his appreciation known with even thrusts up into you. Intentional to not only meet your rocking, but initiate contact as deep as he can carve.

Daan latches onto the hem of your shirt and rips it up and over your head, teasing his thumbs against where the fat of your tits spills over your bra. His teeth dig into the plush as he croons and whines about your pussy. <i>So good, tight-- fucking warm. Gonna ruin you for anyone else. You’re mine, right? You’re mine.</i>

It’d be strange to hear if he weren’t whispering it into your soft breasts like he’s afraid to be negated. 

“All yours,” you confirm, curling both arms around his head and pushing him closer. Your thighs suction to his sides -- desperate bouncing cooling into pathetic grinds. 

Daan, however, forces you to keep moving up and down on his cock. His hands strong as he manhandles your movements for his own pleasure, but he is a gentleman so he reaches between the sweltering core of your conjoined bodies and circles your clit. 

“I want to feel you cum on me,” he professes, thrusts speeding up -- rapid jerks to fuck your juices out of you. Reveling in the downright degenerate sound of your wet cunt spilling and sucking with his every drive inside you, “You’re so wet, darling. Is that for me? It is, right? You’re so wet for me?”

Needy hands pull and squeeze at your pliant flesh, his cock twitching as he leaks broken moans. Soon he’s sputtering hot cum inside you, forcing your hips to still right against him. And continuing his gentlemanly pattern, Daan uses his grip on you to force you to swish back and forth. Your clit brushing the hairs at his pelvis. Even as he softens, Daan kisses and licks and begs for your own orgasm.

“Please,” he pants, “Need to feel you cum, darling. Let me feel you.”

Daan truly is the best for you when he’s like this: flustered and red and begging.

[naffeclipse]

To Survive

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

Commission Info

The lovely @crazedauthor requested some good ol' hurt/comfort with a orca!reader with orca!Eclipse. You lost your entire pod but ever since Eclipse found you, you haven't been alone. Your grief, however, comes in waves, but Eclipse will hold you through them.

Content Warnings: Mentions of death and blood.

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The white-blue ice of the continental shelf juts out into the dark gray waters with jagged edges like the upper teeth of a great maw. You bob slowly along the surface, swishing your tail, treading water idly. 

You are not unlike an orca in pattern, strong black and white markings painting you as an apex predator, but you are little without your pod. As unassuming as a lone seal caught in waters far from shore. The colors tipping your fins and flukes are soft and cool against the otherwise bleak waterscape but those too seem to have dulled as you drift without purpose.

These waters have never been so empty. Without Eclipse, you sink back into a cold, numb shell-like rime coating the ground. 

The hollowness within you yawns. You have no energy to escape the whirlpool-like drawl of the abyssal grief within you, and so, you are sucked down into the churning depths. 

You weren’t always alone. There were your sisters, your mother, your aunts. They swam and weaved along the surface, breaching with loud bursts of laughter. They combed your hair with their fingers. You look down at your empty palms. Water slicks your skin and empties your hands of the sisters you once doted on. Your sides lie empty, unflanked by your mother and aunt as they guide you towards your next meal. No prey escaped your fine claws. 

A morning fell upon you, and you awoke to your pod becoming prey. Your eyes opened, and there were nets and harpoons, and scarlet swirled in the water as your aunt thrashed and your sisters cried out.

The songs were sharpened with piercing magic. Harsh and demanding, your sisters sang and drew men into the surface until they could drag them down by their ankles. The frigid water claimed the humans without qualms. You’ve killed prey before but the men struggled and fought until you felt sick. 

They never saw the sunlight again.

But humans are relentless. You have learned how tirelessly they follow, lying in wait for a few of your pod members to drift into uneasy sleep before throwing the wicked blade through the surface and into your mother’s side. You held onto her, bleeding panic. You tried to sever the cord with your teeth before they dragged her into their smaller, swifter vessel and left you behind.

A taste of copper, ghostly and faint, spreads over your mouth. You stare, eyes wide, but you see not the shelf of ice nor the dark waters softly rippling with your bobbing frame.

Sirens do not drown—not without reason. Not without a weight tied around their bodies, trapping their arms down and exhausting their tails until they can no longer push toward the surface. Wounds bleed freely in the salty brine. Cries and screeches of pain overlap until there is no more music.

You haven’t sung since you darted away, lost in the chaos. So cowardly, you took only the vision of your mother’s pained expression, and it pressed itself to the back of your eyelids like the burning glare of sunlight at dawn. 

You are the last survivor of your pod. You double over the carved-out space within you, like a carcass eaten from the inside out, and gulp down air.

Water splashes from a sharp flick of a tail. You jerk, your heart climbing into your throat as you whirl around to find a burning set of frills breaking through the surface. Looming over you, the orca siren displays a sharp grin of teeth perfect for stripping flesh from bones. 

“Happy day,” his voice rumbles in an abysmal chord. “You’re being so good, little love, staying right where I can find you.”

You place a hand over your chest and take a moment to recover from the fright, your heart pounding against your sternum. Being pried so swiftly from your thoughts leaves you reeling, but the orca siren’s strong, sleek form and his pronounced, red and orange colors along the edges of his person anchor you back into this moment. The memories are left to storm far away like distant black clouds.

“Eclipse,” you breathe. The emptiness within you shrinks by a slight margin. Lowering your hand, your eyes roam over him, searching every inch of his sleek body for a fresh wound or a patch of netting. “Are you alright?”

He tilts his head, his eyes upturning in equal parts delight and curiosity.

“Of course. I am more than alright now that I have you within reach.” He flicks his tail. Slipping closer, he begins to circle you like a shark catching the scent of blood. 

You float in place and follow Eclipse with your eyes. He preens under your gaze, arching his back and flaring his fins to allow you to admire him fully. The sunlight is bright upon his black and white flesh. His lithe body is corded with sinew and sleekness, speaking to his strength and speed in rough, cold waters. 

Eclipse slips behind you. You try to turn to keep up but a shiver erupts down your spine when his black-bone claws touch the small of your back. His touch falls lower to trace the curve of your dorsal fin to the very tip. A flutter erupts within your middle. 

“I have a gift for you,” he whispers, his hot, metallic breath dusting the nape of your neck. 

The air you so carefully stored in your lungs when you dive deep below is loosened by his touch as if he brought you back to the surface to breathe again. 

“You do?” Your heart becomes a floundering thing within your rib cage. “What is it?”

You turn, your flukes brushing his longer, bigger tail. You eye his other fist, clutched below the water. Another courting gesture, as he has been pursuing for the past few weeks. Since he found you drifting alone, almost inconsolable in your wretched mourning, he has not left your side to save for brief hunts of gifts or food. Heat pools in your chest, hotter than any sunshine dusting the surface of the sea. 

“Yes,” he whispers. “Give me your hands, little love.”

You obey. A soft flick of your flukes gives away your excitement. Lifting your palms and opening them, you stare into his burning gaze, like twin flames of yellow and red. He doesn’t look away. The intensity of his gaze claims you, capturing you within his grasp without lifting a finger. 

He slowly unfurls his claws and presses a smooth, cool bone into your palms. The flickering burns of his attention remain on you, earnest, and if you dare venture a guess, fearful. 

The beautiful bone is pale and clean, though it seems too fresh to have been found leftover in the frozen land. Strangely, it’s been carved. The smooth grooves along it indicate a sharp tool—claws perhaps—have shaped the gift from merely a bone to a finely curved arch. A token of time and affection.

Your pod would have adored Eclipse. Your mother would have fawned over him, pleased by his skill and strength, and the many, many gifts he’s since bestowed upon you. Orca sirens do not have a strict season of courting ships unlike other sirens, like the whales. From the moment he found you, he has made his intentions clear. 

You were uncertain, so afraid to have encountered one away from a pod—but you were no better. He did not leave your side the first night. He kept you warm in his arms as you grieved silently, unable to speak through the emotion trapping every breath in your throat. He did not ask you to speak. He sang softly, gently.

Your mother would have approved of him.

Your lips part. A smoky breath leaves your mouth but no words follow. Softly, you clutch the bone closer to your chest and lift your gaze to meet Eclipse’s. His brow is hard, caught between fear and impatience. 

“Little love?” he asks. “Do you not accept it?”

You shake your head.

“No,” you finally speak, and it is with great difficulty to keep a sob from slipping out of your chest and into the air. “I accept it. It’s beautiful.”

His eyes narrow in the slightest before he reaches for you. Weakly, you hold no resistance as he pulls you against him, engulfing you in his embrace.

“Tell me what is upsetting you.” He leans back, his tail cradling your own as you rest sideways against him. “I will rip apart whatever has done this to you.”

“No!” you gasp. “No, please. I accept your gift.”

His claws loosen from around you, no longer tense with the desire to sink into flesh. He cannot kill what afflicts you.

“Tell me,” he commands in a low voice. “I can’t bear to see you in anguish. Share your burden with me.”

You hold the bone tight to your heart. The smooth and defined arc of the bone reveals the thoughtful nature of what was done to it. This was not rushed nor effortless. This is Eclipse’s true desire for your approval. 

You lower your head and lay your cheek against his chest. He tucks you underneath his chin.

“I miss them.” The words scratch out of your throat and break your voice into a thousand shards. “I want them here. I want them to meet you and love you as I do. I want my mother to see my mate.”

It gushes from you like a melt of spring, streaming down your edges as you clutch his courtship gesture tighter to you as if it were your last anchor. Eclipse falls still. His arms encircle you, and he rumbles a smooth melody deep within his chest, and it fills you to the brim.

“I know, little love,” he rasps gently. His wide mouth finds your cheek. He nuzzles against you. You hiccup and sob, squeezing your eyes shut as his affection eases the sting of sorrow. “I barely remember my mother’s song. I can hardly recall my father’s face. I was small when they were taken from me. Then I was alone.”

You tilt your gaze up, tears shoving past your eyes. Eclipse bows over you. His eyes have dimmed almost into nothing. He traces a claw up and down your arm in a rhythmic touch. 

“Oh, Eclipse,” you whisper. You didn’t know. Not when, not how—not like this. 

“But I am not alone now.” He lifts his head, proud and unyielding. Your lips part in gentle awe. “And neither are you, my mate.”

“How did you…?” You have to swallow the thickness down. “How did you survive this grief? It feels hopeless.”

He gently noses your cheek. You close your eyes.

“I survived one day at a time, and then I found you.” He kisses your temple. He clutches you closer, holding you flush against his chest. You press one palm to his heart. The other locks his gift in your grasp.

“We are mates,” he declares, soft and low, whispering the truth to you delicately. “We can grow our own family.”

A flood of red overwhelms your face. You have to duck as he laughs softly, the lethal tips of his claws gently carding through your hair. You curl your fingers underneath the corner of his jaw.

It is not so horrible to think of a future where you are happy again. Where you and Eclipse have little ones of your own. Your heart pounds. Your eyes flutter, and you bleed pink. Your flukes flicker as Eclipse cradles you closer. 

“I swear,” he breathes against you, soft as sea smoke, “you are not alone. You are mine. And I am yours.”

You press his face closer to you. With tears in your eyes, less salty, washed anew with his promise, you nod your head.

You lean in and you do not have to wait for his answering kiss. His mouth captures yours. Softly, he tastes you, gently pushing and pulling like the waves surrounding you. His arms hold you against him. Ripples are carried out from the embrace of mates.

There is a future where you do not wallow in your grief, where you carry the last of your pod in your blood and give it to your children. Eclipse will guide you through it.

The emptiness within you is not so alive anymore.

[dreadsuitsamus]

can't lie this was inspired by that mommy kink choso post and also i kinda maybe 100% like the idea of a milf fucking her son's friend. age gap, mommy kink. all characters are 18+, minors dni! it's filthy and i'm only kind of sorry

"eeeeeeeasy, boy." the silky purr leaves your luscious lips as your fingers tug the teen's dark brown hair, the sun showing off each and every little shade and highlight. his pretty teeth fight to keep his mouth around your pert nipple as you pull him away, his groan whiny and childish. "choso!" you chide, pressing your finger and thumb to his jaw and forcing him to unlatch.

"jeez, kid, you act like you've never had a tit in your mouth before." you tease him, the water swishing in the pool that's just a few feet away from you.

blood rushes to his pale cheeks, and your following laugh forces it to spread to his ears and chest. "oh, no way. a cute nineteen year old boy like you doesn't get ass?"

"not 'cause girls don't try." choso mumbles shyly, his cock throbbing in his shorts. when he came over to clean your pool and earn a bit of money, he hadn't even the slightest idea his greatest fantasy would come to life.

he's a terrible friend, but he'd ruin his friendship with your son a thousand times over to experience just this, again and again.

his large, inexperienced hands come to touch and pull at your exposed breasts, your bikini top floating in the chilly pool water. his eyes are big and pretty and young, and it's delicious. dragging just the tip of your nail over his bobbing adam's apple and to his chin, you push his gaze upwards.

"oh? you like milfs?" becoming a single mother at seventeen wasn't a bad idea after all. it's led to this endearing, innocent boy throbbing for you, aching to fuck you with everything he's got. how many nights does choso lie in bed, in his parent's home, fisting his cock to orgasm after orgasm all while thinking of you?

"uh, w-well..."

leaning forward, your breath ghosts over his skin that's beading with sweat. "or is just me you think about?"

"just you!" choso promises. "j-just you, uh, for a-a while... a while."

"mmmm, tell me more." your hands work his shorts down and his cock bobs right up against his tummy. you caress and squeeze his shaft, his cock fitting just perfectly in your palm as you rub him. precum already dribbles out of his purple-ish tip and the flow thickens and steadies as he fumbles out those sexy thoughts you pull from him with each tug of his cock.

"mmm, you mean like this?" the tip of his cock is quickly suckled between your lips, your wet tongue swirling around and flicking at his hole.

"y-yes! just like that!" choso screams into the wide open air. "god, please, please m-more!"

"oooooh, you're so polite." your gentle croon is murmured right into his balls as you press kisses to the sensitive skin, nipping at his inner thighs after. "tell mommy what you want."

choso's eyes cross and he's moving without thinking, manhandling you to lay back in the lounge chair and spreading your legs open wide enough for him to slot himself between. it's amazing you can tug aside the bikini bottom before he's shoving himself fully inside your pussy and railing into you.

"oh, choso!" your eyes roll back at how full you are, how he's stretching your cunt and taking all he wants. "ohhhhh, fuck, baby, that's it! fuck mommy harder!"

choso buries his face into your tits, drooling on your heated skin as the sun beats down on his back. his hands savor you, squeezing your tummy and thighs and sides indiscriminately as every rock of his hips pushes the chair. "m-mommy..." he mumbles with blazing red cheeks. "i-i can't..."

"it's okay, honey, it's okay." you coo, digging your nails into his back and dragging downwards. "you already wanna cum, don't you?"

"it's so good, mommy, i-i can't- fuck i can't, 's so good, i never thought i could do this before..." choso's tongue swirls around your nipple, his mouth addicted to your breasts.

"go on, baby." you coo into his ear, brushing some of that dark hair behind it and licking his lobe. "cum inside of mommy. it's your first time, you deserve something special."

choso grunts and pants and damn near rocks the chair into the pool right before he cums, exploding deep into your womb and painting your cervix white. you moan at the feeling of being filled, the warm fluid dripping out even with the teen still fully seated inside of your cunt, the cum slipping between your ass cheeks.

choso is boneless in your arms, his heart thumping and pounding and rattling his ribcage. your limber legs wrap around that trim waist and the air cools as a flurry of clouds cover the sun. your phone rings after a while, a pretty grin overtaking your lips as you hold it to your ear.

"hi, honey! how's my precious boy doing all by himself at college?" you coo into the receiver.

choso pulls back and out, shame flooding him. he's just railed his best friend's mother!!! how could he be such a tool??

his cum pumps out from your pretty pussy, your eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint as you force out more. the shame leaves choso's body again as he forces it back inside your slick cunt, slowly pumping his fingers in and out.

your eyes zero in on the life returning to that boy's dick, and you bite your lip through a grin. oh, how you like them young.