Dbf Jake for sure but oml stepdad!Jake has me weak in the knees
Warnings: smut, stepcest, strong language. Minors dni🔞
No cause the way he’d be desperate to fuck you, but have to keep himself together, so he finds relief in his own hands wrapped around his cock, pumping himself aggressively with thoughts of your little cunt milking him. He’s weak in the knees at the thought of you, of your body and your scent, of the way you move as you dance at the village gatherings.
He knows it’s wrong, and hates himself for feeling such twisted urges, with the little girl he’s taken in after your parents died and pretty much raised the same way as his kids, but recently, these thoughts haunted him, images of you bent over in front of him as he fucked you dumb plagued his every subconscious thought. But he waited and waited, hoping they would pass, until one night, woken from yet another dream of you, cock throbbing in need to fill you up, he knew he couldn’t help it anymore. Not when you were so enticing, sleeping peacefully on your mat, legs spread and top barely covering your plump, perky tits.
Your little moans pushing past your plump lips spur him on, as he gets on top of you, careful not to make a sound. His fingers trace your face and your cheeks as he wakes you gently.
“D-daddy?”
“Yes, kid, it’s me. Daddy needs to fuck you now, baby.”
His cock twitches in his loincloth at your widened eyes, so innocent and so, so beautiful, and shudders as your slightly agape mouth closes in a sleepy smile.
“D’you mean it, daddy?”
Jake’s head tilts and he smirks. Such a good girl.
“Yes, kid. Daddy’s gon’ fuck you real nice and good. D’you want that, baby?”
You moan softly, arching your back and shutting your eyes tightly.
“Yes, daddy. P-please. I need it.”
“Yeah? You need daddy’s cock in you?”
Your little enthusiastic nod is all Jake needs to remove both your loincloths and position himself at your sopping entrance.
“Damn, baby, you’re fucking dripping. Y’wanted me that badly, kid, huh?”
“Don’t worry, daddy’s here now. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you. But you gotta keep quiet, kid, we don’t want to wake your siblings up.”
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i think one of the biggest threats between people pairing solaris and the fabricator has to be the way that they conduct themselves- as far as we're aware from an external perspective. canonically, though the two of them work together frequently- resulting in horrifically lethal machines- they're about as different as they can be.
if you ask me, though, i don't think it's an issue at all. if anything, i think someone like solaris is exactly what the fabricator needs.
for never really getting a moment to herself in the spotlight, we know a surprising amount about the fabricator, and we can safely infer a whole lot more.
from the power that zor lends to her, she seems to be a very critical component of zoraxis. it's a sentiment the agency also parrots, regarding her as zor's runner up in regards to her own lethality. it does, however, come at the consequence of losing the majority of her free time. she's a diligent engineer to a fault, to the point where she'll sacrifice her own time and sleep in order to complete projects she's been assigned to. as highly as she regards herself, she puts zor before her- which, considering her conduct, seems to be quite a big deal for someone like herself.
and even beyond her work with zoraxis, we have to consider what she does with the rest of her 'spare time'. she's the head of a front facing fashion business that seems publicly unaffiliated with the megacorp, meaning even post 3, she still has just as much work on her hands as she did before zoraxis' exposure. people are still buying her products, and she's still rolling out new ones. as a renowned designer- someone who assuredly has the majority of her free time eaten up by the formalities and outings mandatory of socialites.
you can make a pretty solid argument that- as self important as she appears on the surface- she is running herself into the ground for everyone other than herself. her needs canonically come after zor's, and considering what little time she must have to spare after working on their projects, it seems her needs come after her clients' as well.
and then there's solaris. relatively new to zoraxis, so it seems, and without the same dedication to the company that her coworkers seem to share. she's dedicated to her work first, herself seemingly second, and the company third. it's the perfect blend of being a diligent worker and a horribly insubordinate employee.
do i think fabby would hate her conduct at first? oh, absolutely. being forced to work alongside someone who couldn't care less about the boss she so diligently devotes herself to? someone so unlike herself? so blunt and unrefined?
… i do think, though, after long enough, solaris is the perfect individual to turn into an unwitting lifeline.
solaris is the fabricator's only window into a world beyond the little pen she's caged herself in. a world where zor's every wish isn't her command. a world where her every decision and action isn't scrutinized- by her boss, by her clients, by the media, by whoever else she dares to keep close to her. a world where she doesn't need to perform for those around her to tolerate her.
solaris is far from polite society. and yes, that means she's inelegant and hard to parse. but that also means she doesn't bother to judge the fabricator on any of the standards she's been forcing herself to uphold.
solaris is a blank slate. a brief respite. an intellectual equal who doesn't layer expectations on her already broken back.
i do think it's something fabby wouldn't know to truly appreciate until she leaves zoraxis. until she realizes how suffocating life is when she's back to performing for everyone she knows. when she doesn't have anyone to affirm the invisible thought that zor's working her too hard… you don't notice what you have until its gone. john's gay ass isn't the only one masking is all i'm saying
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Perhaps tmi but too bad… my pap smear results came back as unable to make any conclusions because the swab had an insufficient amount of cells so now I have to GO BACK and DO IT AGAIN as if it didn’t take me a full year to book the damn thing the first time good god
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Tide Pool Adventures
“You cannot eat a raw jellyfish.” Evie says firmly. “We share one bathroom, and I am not skipping my skincare routine just because you decided to eat the ocean and gave yourself food poisoning.”
“Maybe the jellyfish should be your new skincare routine,” Mal says thoughtfully. “It looks soft and slimy enough.”
“Gross. I don’t want to put things you pulled out of the ocean on my face.”
“Or in your mouth, apparently.” Mal teases. She’s in an unexpectedly good mood. The beach, which she’d expected to be bright and sunny and full of cheery tourists, is instead slightly overcast and full of interesting things that have washed up right by the edge of the water. There’s an intriguing amount of slime in a series of pools that’ve formed under the wooden dock, and she’s got a plastic bucket that was definitely intended for children and a vague plan to gather a bunch of slime to dump on the boys later.
“I don’t want to put anything you haven’t cleaned with soap in my mouth.” Evie says, wrinkling her nose at the thought. “And that includes you, M. We really need to stay somewhere with a shower soon.”
“Aww, you don’t love my natural scent?” Mal says brightly. She’s still got the dead jellyfish in one hand. It’s really fun to touch. Maybe if she can put some sort of preservation spell on it, they’ll be able to fit it somewhere in the truck.
Evie takes a subtle step away from Mal’s jellyfish hand. “I love so many things about you, and the fact that you sweat more than most grown men I know is not one of them.”
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