#their hair is not quite right but i'm gonna say its because of salt water and fix it if i ever draw them

[jellyfishvibes]

opens wallet

Look at my child, I'm so proud of them

(Some screenies from the khml beta v)

[avintagekiss24]

—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent��� heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

[lovee-infected]

Yandere!Floyd Leech x reader

Note :These are two separate oneshots , requested by the lovely @minteasketches from the character prompt list ♥

♦♥♠♣

♦ : Why are you running from me , shrimpy~?

left , right , forward , backward

Floyd was always following you

No matter how many times you tried to make him either lose you or give up on following you , he never did . The more you wished to avoid him the more eager he got and the fewer privacy you had . Trying to talk him out of it was not only useless , but also made it worse : "I've got my legs to follow whoever I want , and eyes to watch whatever I wish ; so mind your own business little one ," he giggled as he said these words , but it transferred not the smallest sight of humor to you...

RIIINNNGGG

The bell rings and pulls you out of your thoughts ; you have to hurry . Class 2-D are still in the alchemy lab which means that you could make it without Floyd following you if you hurry . You quickly pick up your books and rush to the door . " Oi-(y/n) ! What's with all thi- ," your friends call but you don't get to answer . You can't , it just isn't the time .

The sound of your steps echoes through the cold , empty hallways as you run as fast as you could , not even wasting a second to look back .

You fastly turn between the corridors and suddenly hit someone , making you both fall and drop your books .

"(y/n) ! Wht the hell's with all he hurry-" Ace painfully nags rubbing his head . You want to apologize but you apparently lose the ability to talk as your words turned into meaningless rambles : "I-Ah.Um.aha-" you don't have time for that so you just pick up your books and leave Ace on the ground . You pant heavily as your chest ached in your fast run. Your body wasn't capable of running this long non-stop but you didn't care .

When Ramshackle dorm finally appears in your sight you unconsciously put on a smile , speeding up your steps to get to your roon as fast as possible.

You are finally in , you look back to make sure that no one was following you ; none was there . You let out a tired sigh still panting from your heavy run as you make your way upstairs to your own room . "Grim , I'm home ! " you call for Grim. 'strange , he said that he was feeling dizzy so he won't show up in classes today...Could it be that he's still asleep ?' You continue your way thinking that he had to be asleep . Slightly you wonder if the halls are colder than usual ?

You arive at your door , hold the doorknob and push to open it , but the sight at your room makes you drop your books : "Welcome back , (y/n) ~"

Seeing him sitting on your bed Immediately sends a strong shiver down your spine , making you take a step back .

Floyd notices your terrified gaze and doesn't seem to like it : "Oh what is it ? Aren't you happy to see me ? I was quite disappointed when you didn't wait for me after the class so I thought to come here on my own"

The light in his golden pupil shines brighter than usual , lighting up the shadows in his dropped head : " My my... Why are you running from me , shrimpy~? " he stares at you, still with his head dropped ; now looking like a hunter ready to jump on his prey at any second

"Floyd I-" , a wave of storm hits you from behind and pushes you into the room , making you fall to the floor . The door of your room suddenly gets shut . Floyd stands up and emotionlessly glares at your figure laying on the ground : " Seems like you aren't gonna behave easily..." he steps closer , bringing his hand up to his shirt and slowly unbuttoning it : " So let me teach you in a better way..."

♠ : I'm curious to see , how will one drown into these waters ?

Wild waves crash the rocks loud and mercilessly ; ready to swallow anything they were given . You strengthen your steps trying not to fall at the slippery and damp ground . " Seems like you've got no way back now , my dear..." Floyd's usually playful tone is now just as cold as the ocean seems to be and his words ; the waves were rather calm compared to them

"Don't even come one step closer..." You threaten Floyd , stepping back and almost reaching the edge of the cliff . "Or..?" Floyd steps closer to you , not seemingly affected by your words : " ... what are you doing , (y/n)?"

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-Floyd- ...

For some reason , he always brought the ocean to your mind . You used to resemble his golden eye to the sunshine and his green strand of hair to the seaweed . You wondered if the corals were as sharp as his teeth or waves were as wild as he was ; silly , you thought.

The way he stared at you during always made you giggle and lock eyes with him in return ; none of you broke the eye contact until the teachrs told you to . You small crush on Floyd wasn't something you expected him to return ; perhaps just a cloudy fantasy . But to think that Floyd was having the same thing for you , you couldn't help yourself . Floyd was your ocean and you didn't mind exploring over and over

But you didn't see what was coming

You didn't realize how sensitive you were to touches until Floyd showed up . You were fine with having him close , but the way he was...it didn't seem quite fine. Whenever you two were on a walk with others he walked -too- close to you , making your bodies touch . You pulled back and tried to observe the distance rights indirectly , but he always noticed : " Oi , you can just say it if you wanna avoid me," You always said that you weren't , just to make him stick himself closer . You couldn't argue .

Holding hands and unexpected hugs didn't seem quite bad , until they brought along unwanted kisses . Lips were way too simple for him , he preferred rare spots ; Specially those were hard to cover . Tip of your fingers , upside your neck and even your cheeks . No need to mention that he loved to bite and leave marks behind.

Without even you noticing , soon all school knew about your relationship . They even started making rumors on you being the first to seduce Floyd , letting him mark you as he wished and be his doll because you liked it .

Your friends next begun to avoid you as they had a new perspective on you : A slave . They didn't feel safe to have you touch them even if it was of an accident .

Floyd on the other hand , didn't care . You went him to cry , telling him how everyone saw you as a whore because- because of him . Because of him playing with you .

Like he'd ever listen...

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Your tears keep falling from your eyes as Floyd's just a few steps away from you . Even as you are trying to end it all , he won't leave you .

You can't take it anymore . You wish you could return to your old days and undone anything you'd done with Floyd before . Holding hands , locking eyes , staying close...even having him in mind .

You'd fallen so deeply for his ocean that didn't notice how deadly its waters could be . You were expecting a soft , chill hug from them , but all you got was being stabbed and drowned into the darkest left of it , until there was no return .

Floyd is right , you've got no way back now . But why ? Why is he here ? Is he going to make you suffer even more but not letting you end this ? Do you want to throw yourself off the cliff right now so he'll never again reach you or do you want him to stop you ?

You don't know which you wanted more : Him grabbing you and throwing you into the ocean or giving you a hug and beggig you not to leave him alone

His eyes , his hair , his teeth , his voice ; his ocean . You still loved it all . But isn't that the reason you ended uo here ? Isn't that what got all from you..? You again make the same mistake and lock eyes with Floyd , wishing him to see the pain he brought you inside your eyes

" You're free to do whatever you want to , I won't mind ," he apathetically replies , taking his eyes off you and staring at the beneath of the cliff , the waters

" This cliff was long way known for its waters , just as much ad they helped fishermen to have more fishes sailed , it was feared by its deadly depth..." he kicks a small ruck with his shoes , watching it until it falls and gets swallowed by the waves :" I'm curious to see , how will one drown into these waters ?"

His words make your body mildly wheeze . Is he really about to push you...? Floyd gets to you and grabs you by shoulders . He pulls you closer to him and puts his lips on yours with desire , feeling your mouth with the taste of salt and ocean water .

He pushes himself closer to you , making you get to the edge of the clip . You tried to pull back as he was making you fall but it was no use : " I can't guarantee if you die or not , but I've always wanted to see how it feels to drown ," he whispers to your eyes before pushing you more and sucking your neck . You now knew what he was about to do . You close your eyes losing yourself between the sound of waves and warmth of Floyd's touch , drowning deeper and deeper in his ocean . He isn't even going to let you drown on your own , he would come along . You put on a bitter smile and give it a final push...

Floyd is all you see before your head goes under water

♦♥♠♣

[h2ojustaddmako]

Headcanon: How Mermaid Powers Work - from a Scientific Point of View

Sup homies. I’m back with a long-awaited post - the science being the entirety of the mermaid power set. Recently I’ve been more into molecular science and physics than I'd ever thought I’d like to, so I’ve gathered around some information that I, personally found pretty interesting.

So what forces could make water move around like that? Or change into ice? Or generate a spontaneous wave? The show provides a lot of information about the elemental powers and we get some of the most solid evidence for it. For instance, the show establishes early on that celestial forces have a huge impact on a mermaid's powers, especially since the moon pool itself is made of a moon rock, that arrived to Earth by a comet, and we learned that the girls' powers are strongest during a full moon. The mermaids draw their power from the moon, and seem to be stronger at night. Their powers were magnified during the seventh moon cycle at the beginning of season 2, and every full moon they seem to have stronger powers (for instance, Rikki could create fire in season 1, despite only being able to heat water during that time).  

We also learned that eclipses have the opposite effect on mermaids, as they completely lose their abilities when the moon is eclipsed. Just this information alone gives us key Intel about the underlying science behind mer-powers. A lunar eclipse is gonna block a mermaid's powers entirely. Now the moon doesn't emit any sort of solar radiation per se, but it does exert another major force on Earth – gravity. Gravity from the moon is in fact what makes all water on Earth bend in the first place - in the form of ocean tides and currents - all caused by water sloshing around on the face of the Earth. It's literally bent outward by the gravity of the Moon on one side and then sloshes back on the far side of the Earth, effectively creating these bulges on either side of the world where the high tides are, and the water in the middle is being sucked out, creating low tides. And the show absolutely knows that this connection exists and it does a really good job of reflecting it as a basic property of mermaid powers. From the earliest episodes of Mako Mermaids, the student mermaids are creating tides - it's literally the first power move that they are being taught. They're using the moon's tides to create waves and they use this basic skill a lot to move boats, for example - all starting with the fundamental idea that tides are controlled by the gravity of the Moon.

So, that's cool and all, but I hear you asking what about the more complex stuff, like Charlotte literally making water snakes?

Well as good of a start as gravity is, we know that things are gonna start to get a bit more complicated as we dip our toes into advanced mermaids powers. From the mid-air drinking to the good ol' water snakes, this level of precision makes my gravity explanation feel a bit laughable, so scientifically there has to be something else layered on here that's gonna allow mermaids to control water more directly. The good news is that it's theoretically possible to control water not with hand waving or various CGI shots but with the powers of electromagnetism.

Now most of us are generally aware that water is electrically conductive but not necessarily for the reasons that we expect. It's not the water itself that's electrically conductive, it's actually the salts that exist within the water. Regardless though, it's the reason that you don't go swimming in a lightning storm or do your hair in a bathtub. It's because the salts within the water are super conductive and lightning, or electricity flowing from your wall socket, loves to run through it, and as a result, will also run through you if you happen to be swimming in it. But electrically charging water isn't gonna do anything to make it move, it just makes it more dangerous.

That's why mermaids also requires the magnet part of electromagnetism. If someone were to ask you if water's magnetic, most of us would say no, right? It doesn't contain any sort of iron or metal, and doesn't really seem to do anything when I wave my magnet at it. That's not entirely correct; the truth is that water is actually diamagnetic, meaning that any magnetic field, whether positively or negatively charged, is actually gonna repel water. So if you put a magnet near some water you'll see the water is being very slightly bent by the magnet, pushed away from the magnetic field. This is quite literally hydrokinesis at a microscopic level, where the magnetic fields are pushing the atoms of the water away. So theoretically speaking a mermaid could do the exact same thing by creating electromagnetic fields that are strong enough they can actually push the water away from herself, creating all the cool awesome moves that they do in the show.

Now if you're a physicist this explanation is gonna be pretty simplistic, but for our purposes it actually explains a lot of things that we see play out in the series. Mermaids rarely touch the water as they're manipulating it, which makes sense because the water is always being repelled from them, and the intricate curves and shapes that you see them making are coming from the electrical field that's applied to the water. Water molecules generally have a small negative electric charge, so by creating small electrical fields that are also negative (because like charges repel each other) mermaids could theoretically redirect the flow of the water midstream, creating swirls, shapes, bubbles, whatever they wanted, which is exactly what we see them creating with more and more precision over the course of the show.

Cleo's earlier moves focus on establishing an electromagnetic field for simple shapes, but once she learned to control the fields with greater precision, it's only a matter of time before she's water-spearing it up with her best of snakes and what not. We also know that we're specifically dealing with electromagnetism and not simply magnetism because of Rikki. Just like Cleo, Rikki is also a master of manipulation of electricity and charged particles.

In season three, we see Rikki creating lighting on several occasions, and it's all based on the principle of generating an electrical current and directing it through the air. In theory, this same principle actually explains some of the weirder mermaid powers from Mako, including seaweed growing, or Zac's powers over Carly's vocal chords. All of which can be manipulated using electromagnetic fields. Create a strong enough field and you can bend a plant by bending all the water inside of it. By the same token you can bend a person if all the water in their organs and bloodstream are being pulled in one direction.

So electromagnetic manipulation explains a lot of mermaid powers, but it still leaves us with one big missing piece that I can't just make melt away: Emma and Bella's powers. These two's powers both involve significant phase shifting between water's states of matter, particularly liquid and solid. Ice or jello to water and vice versa. Emma's frost, the snow, even the rocks that Bella used to cross the stream - they are all valid techniques of mermaids not purely explained by electromagnetic fields. Or are they?

The techniques that we've covered involve manipulating the motion of large groups of water molecules – puddles, lakes, ocean waves - but what if we wanted to manipulate motion on a smaller scale? In chemistry and physics, you learn about thermodynamics, and you find out that on the molecular scale the idea of temperature is really a measure of motion. Molecules are moving fast? Well, we perceive that as hot. That bowl of soup you got there is no different chemically whether it's hot or cold - it's just that the molecules in your hot soup are moving a lot and in your cold soup they're just kind of sluggish. The same goes with ice and water. Liquid water molecules move and flow and wiggle and have a good ol' water molecule time, but ice molecules are locked together in a crystal lattice structure, just like you see in snowflakes. There's still a tiny bit of movement there, like, they can kinda wiggle around in their framework, but the motion is much less than in liquid or gas phase. We know that mermaids have the ability to turn water from liquid to ice, so what are they really doing in those instances?

Well, on a super small scale, they're manipulating water molecules to slow their individual movements, or, in physics terms, their kinetic energy. As they lose movement, they lose energy, becoming colder. If the mermaid is able to slow down the individual molecules enough they'll start to lock together into that crystal structure we call ice. The key is the use of those same electromagnetic fields to slow the movement of individual molecules to lock them in place. The same applies to viscosity. In everyday terms, viscosity is "thickness" or "internal friction" of a liquid. Thus, water is "thin", having a lower viscosity, while honey is "thick", having a higher viscosity. Put simply, the less viscous the fluid is, the greater its ease of movement (fluidity). By manipulating the water molecules and moving them closer, a mermaid like Bella could alter the viscosity of the water around her.

So basically, mermaids are just big ass magnets swimming the ocean. Which is a wonderful thing to think about in four in the morning instead of sleeping as I'm doing right now. Gn.