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lust444men · 4 months

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sorry but I feel like when Hobie is in one of those moods, he'd be the biggest dickhead in bed. You want it slower? He'll go faster. You want it faster? he'll go slower. Don't stop? He's stopped. Coming? He pulled out and ruined your orgasm.

warnings: slightly dom!Hob? x fem!reader, rough, overstim, mocking, teasing, slight dumbification?? idk. ruined orgasm. unprotected sex, use protection, don't be stupid!! oral (f rec). hes abit of a cocky bastard. fink that's it.

(all consensual, hush up!!!)

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Hobie roughly pounds into you, his hands leaving a bruising grip on your hips, his eyes connected to his dick slipping in and out of you with ease. He hears your whimpers and whines fill the air, the sound making him impossibly harder. He slows his pace, letting you catch your breath.

"Ay, c'mon, doll. We jus' started. Don' tell me you're givin' up a'ready?" He cooed gently, his hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "I-I'm o-oka-" Your words were cut short when he suddenly slammed back into you, hitting that sweet spot and making you splutter a whimper.

"Yeh? Then take i'." He mumbled roughly, his hand coming back down to your hip, his head now finding itself buried in your neck, placing soft kisses to harsh bites, marking you up. He leaned back up, a smirk gracing his pierced lip as he watches your fucked out expression.

"Wha's wrong, baby?" He asked with faux sympathy.

"S-slower! S'too much!" You mumbled, your hands fumbling to push at his hips. He chuckles lowly, grabbing both your hands in one of his, pushing it above your head.

"Slower, ay? Okay, baby." He whispered, kissing your forehead before smirking and picking up the pace, enjoying the way you writhe and moan beneath him.

"M'gonna come! Fuck- oh fuck. Bee, please." You begged, wriggling your wrists in his hold.

"S'okay, luv. You can come. Come f'me." He cooed, but the second he saw your body tense up and he heard your signature mewl, he pulled out, leaving you empty and ruining your orgasm. You whined, your legs shaking from the aftermath of a sad orgasm, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Why did you do that?! let me come." You complained, hating the way his face lit up and he smirked at you.

"Awh, m'sorry, luv. Le' me make i' up ta ya, yeah?" He whispered gently, kissing your temple before going down your body, hooking your legs over his shoulder, kissing his way down your thigh and towards your cunt, enjoying your little breaths and mumbled pleas. He gripped your thighs, the cold metal from his rings a sharp contrast to your skin that feels like it's on fire with every touch he gives you. Finally giving you what you wanted, he swiped his tongue through your folds, switching between soft licks and rough licks to your clit.

"Ohh god. Oh god." You whimpered, your hand tangling in his messy wicks as you tugged, pulling him closer.

"No god, baby. Me." He mumbled against your cunt, before delving back in, one hand sliding off your thigh to join in, two fingers slipping inside you with ease, moving in the same rhythm as his tongue did, immediately bringing you closer.

"Hobie! m'gonna come. m'so close." You said, your eyes meeting his that were already staring at you, a devilish glint in them. The sight alone made you crash head first into your intense orgasm, your head falling back as your hips rocked against Hobie's face. He happily lapped up every last bit of you, not even changing the pace of his fingers or tongue. You came down from your high, mewling softly, the feeling of overstimulation burning into your skin.

"Hob- too much." You said, attempting to roll your hips away from him, only to be yanked back.

"Nah, luv. You said you wan'ed to come, so you're gon' come f'me, yeah?"

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I love how I disappear for months, come back for 3 days, write smut about hobie, n dip again. at least its good smut. (I hope it is)

ps. check out my 400 celebration post >> here

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yourlocalfreak666 · 10 months

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i just think they are neat

#casino cups #mugman #cuphead #cuphead au #pls dont bully me #i love these dorks #mugman x gabriel

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alice-the-brave · 1 year

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“I don’t know,” she hums, licking at a stray drop of melted ice cream running down her hand, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it seems like you want to see Steve.”

He pauses, bottle halfway to his lips, still staring down the road. He turns slowly, stares at the side of her head where she’s intent on her ice cream, innocent and unbothered. Pretending she didn’t say something that even just a few months ago would have turned this all ugly. Still might.

“Good thing you do know better,” he says, voice low and warning.

She frowns at her ice cream, glances up at him, something defiant and stubborn in her eyes.

“You’re allowed to be friends with him, you know.”

He flinches at the weight of her gaze, at the knowing look in her eyes.

It had been her fault they’d moved. Because Dad hadn’t liked her dad being so close. Hadn’t liked another man having any kind of claim on his wife, or his daughter. But also because Max had always been too smart. Had always seen Billy a little too clearly. She had looked at him, and the people he hung around, the company he kept and had asked questions. Had asked Susan. Susan, who as always, had asked his Dad.

Neil Hargrove hadn’t ever made a habit of asking Billy anything.

“I don’t need you to tell me what I’m allowed,” He spits, slamming the bottle down on the roof of the car hard enough that she jumps, eyes wide and surprised, as if she’d forgotten what he was like, “You need to learn to mind your fucking business or I swear to God, Max, you’re going to regret it.”

“You think I don’t?”

That draws him up short.

“What?”

“You think I don’t know that half the reason your dad moved us out here was because of what I said?” She aska, crunching the ice cream in her hand into sad, wet crumbs on the gravel. “I didn’t think – I mean. I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know he’d – that he’d do that. Any of it.”

She doesn’t look at him as she says it, turns to frown at the gravel below them, like the dirt can hide the way she looks afraid.

It had been the first time Max had really seen how bad his Dad could be. She’d seen him scold Billy before, seen him threaten things, seen him slap him upside the head or push him around. But until then he’d been careful to never really let her see how bad it could get.

But that night, Max had seen it all. That night, Neil had been so incensed by the very idea of what she had inadvertently implied about his son, that he’d forgotten to pretend to be a decent fucking person.

Billy remembers, vaguely, hearing her crying, hearing her yelling something, and Susan dragging her away. He remembers her face in the waiting room of the hospital, the pale, wide-eyed look she’d given him. The way she flinched away from not only Neil but Susan too.

“I didn’t think mom would say anything to him about it,” she says, fists clenching in her pasty freckled lap, “I didn’t think she’d let him do it.”

He stares at her for a moment. Tries to think past the rushing of his blood, the immediate anger in his gut.

“Which part?” He asks, and she turns to him quickly, brow furrowed. “You didn’t think she’d let him do which part?”

“I didn’t think-” she stalls out, looks away, clenches her sticky hands on her thighs. “I didn’t think she’d let him hurt you like that.”

He stares at her, baffled.

It had never occurred to him that Susan might try to stop him.

She tried to diffuse things, sure, tried to head off arguments before they got past stern words and threats, but Billy had always thought she just wanted to avoid the ordeal of it all. Thought that she was scared of breaking her façade of peace.

He had never expected her to really step in. He’d only ever wondered at her staunch witness to it all. Her refusal to walk away, even as she stood in the corner like a pale-faced wraith, unmoving unless it was to get Maxine out of the room.

He'd never expected her to step between Billy and his Dad, never expected her to speak against a single thing that he decided to do.

Neil Hargrove got what he wanted, always.

But for the first time it occurs to him what that must have looked like to Max.

Billy’s Mom was the only good thing he’d ever had in this life. She’d tried to defend him from his Dad, tried to stand against him. She’d bit and spit and screamed and hadn’t let him get away with it, not without a fight.

She’d been his only defense. Right up until the day she left.

Max had Susan, who had been her confidant, her safe place. He remembers the way Max used to hide behind her when Neil came around, remembers the way she would tug at her hand and whisper.

He doesn’t remember when she stopped.

Can’t pinpoint the day she realized her mother wasn’t safe. That she wouldn’t protect her from Neil, wouldn’t keep her secrets, wouldn’t fight for her. Susan never bit back, she never screamed in defiance. She never shielded Max with her own body, never told a soul what happened behind closed doors. She had thrown away both of their lives and torn Max away from the only people who could have saved her from the prison they all lived in.

Which is worse, he wonders, staring at her glassy blue eyes, tears all dried up. Which is worse, really, being abandoned and left to the wolves, or being abandoned and having her stick around to watch you die?

He at least could pretend that his Mom might come back for him, that she was bidding her time, that she hurt as much as he did. When he was small and angry and terrified he could pretend that she had made a mistake, that she hadn’t meant it.

Max had to stare Susan in the face every day and reckon with her betrayal. She didn’t get to pretend.

“You never think,” he says, turning away, staring up at the cliffs again.

The birds are loud here, the forest alive in a way that belies the ominous air it exudes at night. Here, in the sun and the chirping of birds, the rustling trees and animals seem serene. It’s enough to make the midnight gloom of it seem like a dream. Enough to make the memory of Harrington standing in the shadows holding a bat caked in dried blood seem false, imagined. Enough to make the memory of Maxine, trembling and fierce and drowned in the blood of his Father seem like a hallucination. Like the strange, dark dreams he has on fever nights, when the sickness and the broken bones stir dark things in his sleeping mind. Impossible things. Things that make him shake and shiver with fear, with horror. It doesn’t seem possible. Seems like a nightmare. She’s getting sunburnt, sitting there on his car, hair up in a scrunchy, wearing his sunglasses. Her hands are sticky with ice cream. Little girl hands. Like they ought to be.

“Sorry.” She clenches her hands in her lap, fiddles with the hem of her shorts.

He stares at her for another moment. Breathes. Thinks. Doesn’t let himself spit and snarl, though the urge to is choking him.

How many times are they going to do this? Wander in circles, biting and snapping and begging for forgiveness, back and forth, forever. He thinks it might drive him crazy. That they can’t just get past it all, that even though his Dad is gone – even though they aren’t going to have to step on each other just to breathe the clean air anymore – there’s still so much rot between them. He wonders why she bothers. Thinks, maybe, that she won’t leave, no matter how vicious he is, just because she’s just as bad. Just because she’s never known when to drop it. Never thought anything through.

Mad Max, the daredevil, fearless and headstrong and going nowhere fast.

“Put on your sunscreen,” he says, instead of any of that, reaching into the passenger seat through the open window and tossing the bottle at her.

She catches it clumsily and tosses back the bitchiest look a fourteen-year-old can muster.

“You sound like Steve,” she sneers, not as harsh as she usually might.

Like she’s still testing the waters.

He snorts and snatches his sunglasses off her face, slipping them on and leaning back against the car as if he’d never gone tense in the first place.

“Fine, get burnt for all I care, just don’t bitch at me about it later.”

She huffs and rolls her eyes, but she opens the tube without a word and he can see the edge of a smile on her face even though he isn’t looking.

#max mayfield #billy hargrove #stranger things #ficlet #in my ideal world neil dies bloody #in this one i made up max did it #neil hargrove is his own warning #billy hargrove redemption #my writing #stranger things fic #hargrove mayfield siblings #max and billy #harringrove #if you squint #pls dont bully me

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ging-pegger · 2 years

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ONE NIGHT STAND - ging freecss x reader

warnings: smut, afab reader, unprotected sex word count: 2,419

dead silence. the tension between you and one of the world's most powerful hunters was immense, the air around you was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

you had been out trying to find historical ruins for the past month, but to no avail. despite the seemingly natural talent ging had for finding dig sites and other archeological gems, the two of you had yet to find a single thing.

you had been out in the elements for so long, away from the comforts of home, and your body craved the theatrical crashing of bodies. you ached for it, for someone, anyone to satisfy your craving.

the sound of a car horn brought you out of your imagination, and back into your current reality as your cab driver had made a risky move pulling out into the city traffic, the two of you probably appeared homeless, and you knew you definitely didn't smell good, but for your own mental health, you had decided to make your way back into the city for a few nights to regroup and decide your next move on the expedition.

you heard your male counterpart grumble something under his breath, you could tell he wasn't impressed by the driver's skill on the road, but remained quiet, the two of you were close enough to the hotel that you decided not to risk upsetting the driver before even getting to your destination.

as the car pulled up to the front of the dimly lit hotel front , you gathered your things, handing the driver some jenny before exiting the car. you waited for ging to make his way out of the vehicle as well. he grumbled as he struggled to get out of the back seat, slinging a threadbare knapsack over his shoulder. "let's get this show on the road, im exhausted."

you nodded in agreement, pushing open the hotel doors getting blasted with bright lighting and a gust of cool air, it was nice in contrast to the dark and humid outdoors, but took a few moments to adjust to. you approached the receptionist, who appeared to be hesitant to assist you given the rough nature of your appearance.

"hi... we were hoping we could book a room for a few nights? it doesn't have to be anything too fancy. just enough room for two people..."

the receptionist raised a brow. "right..." there was a sarcastic tone to their voice. there was a few clicks of a computer mouse before the receptionist spoke again. "so just to confirm you didn't have this room booked ahead of time right?"

anyone could tell this receptionist had a predetermined idea of what the two of you were like, they likely thought you were nomads, looking for a place to squat for a week or two, and ging wasn't very impressed. he was tired, and irritable, his face deadpanned as the snarky employee asked obvious questions.

"no, didn't you hear them? they were asking if we could book a room now." Ging hissed, he was getting more impatient by the moment.

"riight... I'm going to need an up front payment and some sort of identification, just company policy." They looked ""apologetically"" at ging, who then nonchalantly produced his hunter's license.

"I think that should cover all bases."

the employee took a look at the license, and swallowed hard. "sir i apologize-"

"save your breath and just get us a room please, we're on important hunter's business." He may have over exaggerated the last bit, but he was willing to say anything at this point to get the two of you into a room with running water and real beds.

"Of course sir..." the receptionist handed ging his license back, and with a few more questions and clicks of the mouse, managed to have you booked within a matter of minutes. "Here are your room keys and room number. it's on the fourth floor."

before you could even reach for the keys, ging had snatched them off the counter and began heading to the elevator, groaning. "pick up the pace ... you need a shower-" he teased, knowing out of the two of you he was definitely more overdue for a bath than you.

"pfft- says you..." you follow him into the elevator, an uncomfortable silence like the one that filled the cab became present again. it was unusual, you and ging typically didn't have awkward moments like these, perhaps it was just because the two of you were so tired.

with a ding, the elevator doors opened to the fourth floor, not a single soul was to be found. the hotel had an odd smell to it, but you couldn't quite place your finger on it. ging walked ahead of you, looking into the small cardboard folder that held the keys, "413... 413..." he mumbled to himself, looking at the plastic display next to each door that showed which room number you were at. "FOUND IT!!" he hollered from down the hall.

"SHHHHHH!!" you put your finger to your mouth, it was quiet hours in the hotel, the last thing you needed was a noise complaint.

"fouuund itttt" he "whispered" when you approached him, sliding the key card into the slot, and opening the door.

when you stepped inside the door, you came to the horrid realization that the receptionist had given the two of you a room with only one bed.

"ummmm...." you wondered out loud. "what the hell...?"

"that asshole must have thought we were together." Ging groaned, tossing his bag haphazardly onto the table in the kitchenette.

"should we go down and ask them to fix it?" You asked, already making your way into the bathroom with your toothbrush and starting the shower, in response to which ging turned around, not wanting to see anything he wasn't supposed to.

"Not tonight, I just want to relax. we can get cleaned up and figure out sleeping situations... we can fix it tomorrow." he replied, fishing around in his bag for his toiletries.

"oh, okay..." you closed the bathroom door, and stripped, stepping inside the shower. it wasn't the reaction you were expecting from the man, but you shrugged it off. all of your thoughts melted away as the warm water encompassed your figure, using the hotel bath products you took your sweet time in the shower, steam covering the mirror and filling the room to the point where your vision became hazy as a result.

when you finally decided you would let ging have a turn in what you could only describe as heaven on earth, you stepped out onto the white bath mat and dried yourself with a fluffy white towel. you wrapped yourself up within the cloth, and grabbed your toothbrush. you used the spearmint paste provided by the hotel, brushing your teeth. it felt heavenly, and your mouth had a sensation of cleanness for the first time in what felt like ages.

you stepped out of the room, water running from your hair down your face and the rest of your body, eventually falling to the floor leaving small water droplets on the ground as you walked.

"i was wondering when you were going to let me in there..." he grumbled, grabbing his own toothbrush and shutting himself away inside the room.

you rummaged through your bag, hurrying to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top before ging re-emerged from the bathroom. taking almost as much time as your self, perhaps more, he entered the main part of the room. he appeared to have cleaned up quite a bit, had he shaved??

he was much more put together than you had ever seen him, even though he was just in a towel and sopping wet. you found yourself seeing him in a whole new light, something inside you stirred, your urges from earlier reemerging. you wanted ging.

no. you needed him.

"what?" his raspy voice spoke up, you realized you had been staring.

"oh, nothing... you just. you look really nice."

"wh.." he furrowed his brows, "thanks, i guess?"

you noticed his face gain a little color as he grabbed a pair of lounge pants and walked back into the bathroom to put them on.

you were embarassed, embarassed you had been staring, embarassed he had caught you. you looked up as you heard, the sound of the door opening, he had walked back out.

"so... how do you want to do this?"

"pardon?" You asked, caught off guard.

"the sleeping situation?" he asked, gesturing as if it had been obvious.

"oh right, well ... we can just sleep together-" you caught what you had said, "no i dont mean like- i mean we can share the bed not that we would... be having sex." you could feel all of the blood rush to your face , causing a sensation of heat.

"I didn't think that's what you meant anyways..."

"right..." you said, as he plopped himself down beside you. you glanced over at him, unsure what was coming over you.

the feeling of needing him grew bigger and bigger, you felt the want down to your core. he glanced over to you, and before either of you could process what was happening your lips had met, his lips were chapped, but gentle.

he was kissing you with care, but there was passion. the kiss tasted of spearmint toothpaste, just when you thought you would part, he would find a way to draw you back in.

his hand snaked down your lower back, supporting you as his tongue flicked against your lower lip, begging for entrance. you parted your lips slightly and his tongue slipped inside. you fell back, his body crashing against yours as you found a safe haven on the cool mattress.

he pulled away, his hand brushing your hair away from your face. "you look really nice too..." he laughed, kissing your forehead. what was he doing? he was never like this? maybe he too was filled with some sort of instinctive urge to have sex, maybe he too wanted this as badly as you did.

you grabbed the sides of his face, bringing him closer giving him soft pecks a few times as you thought about how to pose the question that plagued your mind.

"you want to fuck don't you?" he mumbled lazily, kissing back when your lips prompted his.

"yes... do you?" you asked, looking into his chestnut eyes.

"yes." he answered bluntly without hesitation, bringing you into another long kiss, his lips swollen from locking with yours.

you ran your hands up his abdomen, resting them on his chest as he pressed kisses against your jawline, trailing them down your neck. he slid his hands under your tank, beginning to pull it up. "but i don't have condoms." he stated.

"i don't care. i want you." you hastily replied

taking advantage of the fact there was no bra to remove, he began to play with your nipples, experimentally taking one of your breasts into his mouth, suckling on it.

the feeling of his mouth around your nipple sent a tingly sensation throughout your entire body, you moaned softly, wrapping your fingers into his messy hair, that was still damp. you closed your eyes, only wanting him more and more now. "ging..."

with a pop, he stopped sucking on your breast, and grinned, "hmmm?" he kissed at your neck playfully, sucking softly on the skin, leaving a few small marks that he knew would turn to hickeys later.

"i want you..." you toyed at the waistline of his pants, sliding your hand inside to feel his cock, it was already erect, and twitched at the touch of your hand. you removed your hand and spit on it, reaching back in and began to jerk him off, earning a few grunts and groans. it was adorable really, to see him begin to squirm under your touch.

"you're being a tease.." he whined, leaning down to kiss you.

"then what does that make you?"

"hmph.." he hurriedly began stripping you down as you stopped jerking him only long enough to pull his garments off, then resumed, your hand gripping his dick once again.

"stop... i don't want to cum before i get to experience what its like to be inside you..." he whispered, gripping your wrist.

the two of you switched locations on the bed, he was now sitting propped against the bedframe, and you now hovered above him, gripping his thick cock. you lowered yourself down on him slowly, going inch by inch, your breath already shaky.

you used your other hand to grip his shoulder as you felt him begin to fill you, his hands steadying your hips. "you alright?" he questioned, suckling at the soft skin of your neck.

"yeah... i just need a moment..." you could feel him stretching you out, it was a sharp pain, but soon pain became pleasure, or at the very least, a pleasureable pain. a feeling of fullness, and you began to ride him.

"mmh.." he groaned, gripping your ass as you rocked back and fourth on his manhood. your lips meshed with his once more, and a vulgar squelching sound filled the room as the two of you made passionate love.

experimentally, you tightened yourself around him, watching him squirm from pleasure, and feeling his cock twitch inside you, you began tightening yourself as you moved up, and releasing as you moved down, his breath becoming more and more uneven as he impatiently gripped your hips, and began to fuck into you.

"fuck... im gonna cum..." he managed to get out between heavy breath and moans.

"i want you to cum inside me... fill me... please-" you asked, hardly able to get a word out at all, you were feeling pleasure from head to toe, that sweet release you had been craving for so very long just barely out of your reach, until finally your legs began to shake, and you arched your back, your pelvic muscles contracting in the most pleasurable way, the tingly sensation from earlier returning as you felt a hot mass of ging's cum fill you.

out of breath, you lifted yourself from him, his length leaving your body, his cum dripping out from you.

"never... tell anyone... about this." he said between heavy breaths, wrapping his toned arms around your bare body.

#hxh #hxh 2011 #hunter x hunter #ging hxh #ging freecss #ging #hxh smut #ging smut #ging freecss smut #ging x reader #ging freecss x reader #smut #ging hunter x hunter #afab reader #i didn't proofread this #pls dont bully me

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m00nl1ght-sun25 · 1 year

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The burning Fate

Post Seabound/season 15

Warning - Attempted suicide, cursing, past overdosing/drowning (attempt), self harm, implied eating disorder, self gaslighting

Heads up -

- i hc lloyd as Genderfluid, in this their pronouns will be they/them

- Lloyd and brad are dating (brad is two years older then lloyd- so it’s not illegal or smth and like also lloyd is 17) also Brad is this kid who was in like season 1 and he went to darklys with Lloyd :)

- i hc Lloyd and autistic, i kinda hint to it in one part (also im not autistic- but i have autistic friends, and if i do smth wrong ever, pls tell me)

- also im not saying if you have any mental disorder or smth your stupid- just ppl think that, when your rlly not-

- also i have no idea how to comfort- and idk how to write i either- so yea-

Lloyd has been up on top of this building for about an hour. An hour numbly looking down below into the busy street as the darkness surrounds them. Some lights flash into their faces from time to time. But it doesn’t matter to Lloyd, this will be their last few minutes.

Ever since Nya left Lloyd's life has gone back to hell. First of all, Kai and Jay will always be yelling at each other, no matter how loud Lloyd made the music, they could still hear their older brothers yelling at each other. Most of the time it'd just get to the point where it was too much for Lloyd and they just couldn’t hold it anymore and cry, they couldn’t help but get overwhelmed by it all. It’s all their fault though. It’s their fault. They're a horrible leader. Nobody wants a stupid, disabled kid to be their savior.

After nya left the ninja, Lloyd also started to relapse… just like after the sons of garmadon and harumi. They locked themself in their room all the time, never coming out. Not eating, and they would get the extra razor that they have to… hurt themself. They have the scars all over them, not just their wrists. Their thighs, shoulders. Just really anywhere that they can hide it. Where they can hide how hard everything really was for them. They had to hide, they couldn’t be seen as weak. They’re the green ninja, they’re the one who has to protect everyone.

This isn’t the first time they tried to kill themself.. Lloyd thought as they looked over the edge of the tall building. A month after Nya left them to merge with the ocean, they tried to drown themselves, but Kai tried to find them and stopped them before it was too late. They were forced to stay in the mental hospital for a few weeks, it wasn’t because the ninja thought that they were psycho or anything. Just they tried to kill themselves. When they got to be sent back home, they snuck out one night. No word or anything. And just ran away. So they’ve been living with Brad, Gene, and Sally for about 7 months.

The other time Lloyd tried to end it all was after they moved in with brad. They got a lot of pills and just chugged them all down, it worked. But Sally found them passed out on the floor, and called the ambulance before Lloyd actually died. After they were sent home, Brad kept a close eye on his lover.

Lloyds honestly is kinda embarrassed and disappointed in themselves for failing twice to kill themselves. Well… is it them..? because really, they could’ve done it, but then people keep finding them. They should really try to do it when no one is around or anything. But hey… no one is around right now… just five more simple steps.. and all the pain will be over, they’ll no longer feel the stinging sensation in their arms or thighs after this. Because they’ll be gone. Just like everyone always wanted. For the blonde brat , that was Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, to be dead.

Funny thing is right now they're not even fully blonde. They dyed their pink with red tips. It makes them think of valentines though, not going to lie. But does it matter? no. Nothing matters. Everything is all useless. All that matters is that in a few seconds, they’ll be free. Free from being the green ninja, free from being the leader and the reason your team fell apart. Free from destiny. Maybe that’s why they’re still alive. Because destiny needs a puppet to pick sticks at, to try to entertain itself. Fuck destiny, man. Fuck it.

Lloyd lets their mind wander as they take one step closer to the edge, one step closer to death.

They think about when they went to The Wailing Alsps, with Clancee. This snake pirate, who was very familiar and lloyd feels like they’ve seen before. And it wasn’t just because of when the whole thing with chen was going on.. some other time… A time Lloyd can’t put their finger on. But anyways When Lloyd and Clancee went to the wailing alsps and almost died, they thought of kai. How Kai was always there for them, and was like the brother and father Lloyd never had. Lloyd is the one who’s leaving, just like last time. But… this is what Kai wanted… The night Lloyd ran away they and Kai got into a fight… Not Jay and kai. But Lloyd and Kai. It was in the heat of the moment when Kai yelled that he wished he never saved Lloyd from that volcano. Which right after Kai realized what he said to lloyd. But it was too late. The damage was done.

Four more steps…

Three more steps…

Fuck it all. Lloyd thought. Fuck. Destiny can go find some other blonde bitch to do its bidding. In Lloyd's last few seconds they just felt rage. The closer they got to the edge the more they got angry.

The last few years their anger has gotten worse. But it gives Lloyd something to think about. It lets Lloyd actually feel something. Sometimes it’s like they're not angry at all, but the next they’re fuming. Like right now.

Like how right now just the thought of Garmadon makes them want to go smash their “fathers” face into a fucking wall. Or Harumi. Definitely Harumi. She messes everything up and then just goes and dies just like that. At least she’s out of their life. even if they can never stop thinking about her… Or the version of Harumi in The Prime Empire game Lloyd and the other ninjas were trapped in.

Lloyd took a deep breath in through the noise and out the mouth.

Taking another step closer.

Two more steps…

One more step…

Lloyd looks all the way down. Heh… So this is it.. The end of the line. Maybe i’ll get to see my real father.

Just as Lloyd took the last step they swore they heard the door slam open to the top of the building… and some yelling..? But all Lloyd could feel now was the air in their face, the wind messing with their hair. And… It stopped…? did they fall that fast to the ground..?

No…no… No! why.. NononoNO!

They feel a hand gripping tightly on the wrist. A familiar voice yelling for them to stay. A sound that is almost like someone sobbing..?

Lloyd hazily looks up to the person who’s stopping them. Only to see Brad, His eyes red and bloodshot, Tears running down his face as he finally manages to pull Lloyd up. Brad falls to the ground and wraps his arms around his partner. Sobbing and hugging them tightly. Lloyd gets some anger inside of them because Brad stopped them. But they can’t help but just stare blankly as Brad sobs that he almost lost lloyd.

“I-I…”

Lloyd tries to get anything out to brad. But they can’t. They just feel numb again, as Brad holds them.

After a few moments Brad gets it under control and wipes at his eyes. He then stands up and tightly holds Lloyd's hand, it doesn’t hurt. But it doesn’t matter. Brad waits for lloyd to stand up before they say

“I… I love you… I’m sorry.. I’m sorry Lloyd.”

Brad doesn’t seem to know what to say at this moment. I mean… What can you say after you find your partner almost killing themselves…? ‘Why?’ ‘What about me?’ ‘Don’t leave?’ ‘People are going to miss you’ ‘I will miss you’ No… None of it seems right… Brad just stays quiet and looks down at Lloyd, love in his eyes.

He hugs Lloyd again tightly and then lets go. Tightly holding Lloyd's hand.

The door to the top was still open from when Brad came running up here to get to Lloyd before it was too late.

Brad closed the door and walked down the stairs with lloyd.

Lloyd just blocked everything out and thought… They were almost free.. Free from it all. But they couldn’t have it. They can’t die apparently. Damn. Destiny really doesn't want Lloyd to die.

Fuck.

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I'll get lots of hate and possible backlash but.

KIARA AND RAFE in outer Banks season 3....

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 2 years

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Reiji and a mermaid AU for the ask game please

temptations

nsfw - reiji sakamaki

literally, feel free to send feedback this is like my first time writing NSFW and I am shaking, but like read at your own discretion. I have very clearly tagged it.

tw: light gore? mentions of bloody feeding, misuse of aphrodisiacs, slight dub con, deepthroating.

There it was again.

The icy chill shot down his spine, it was a feeling he was well-versed in but never in the position of prey; a sick glee spread into his gut.

Most people assumed his aloofness would translate into how he hunted his prey but that would be too easy.

Too easy for him.

He subdued obstacles in his path with clinical precision, washing hands as a boy due to the bloody mess smeared across his petite torso. He had never acted like a degenerate like the other double-dwelling nobles, like his bastard brothers.

But the exhilaration had consumed him.

oh, it started in the pit of his gut sending tingles and goosebumps, he couldn’t stop smiling, he had never smiled his wide- this long before - it made his cheeks ache and his hands shook but one thing he could say for certain is that it was not from the slightest hint of displeasure.

That and he had to re-create it again.

He had learned his favourite form of feeding came from driving his prey sick with paranoia, and playing fairy prince till they stumbled into his clutches like he was a venus fly trap.

However, there was just something about the women he chased to recreate that glee.

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He still remembers her, I suppose it could be a first love if he hadn’t been so wickedly perverse. She had been some human aid of one of his tutors, and the first thing he noticed about her was her height, she was tall. She had these dark eyes, big, almost scary if it wasn’t for how much she smiled whether genuine or in those teasing lilts that made something in him stir.

Whilst his brothers spent their teenage years exchanging leering glances with the women of the palace bar and the company of their right hand. He spent it seduced by this quiet sly girl with a strong voice and warm arms. He would keep his touches light, brushing away her stray strands of hair, or implanting the imprint of the outside of her hand as he accepted that day’s lesson material into his mind. Taking these innocent moments and revelling in the perverse act of using that strong scent of jasmine that wafted after she left, imaging those warm human hands with her firm grip on other places he desired, her voice in his ears as he threw his head back whilst stroking out the remaining of what he could through the afterglow.

She had denied him, and at first, he thought she was being meek, she probably couldn’t understand the honour of him choosing her as the epitome of what he had envisioned for a mistress, he would even give her children, breeding her to his heart's desire and god he desired. If the position of king wasn't his top priority he would've happily been only hers, if he had wanted, all the things she could’ve wanted till her stupid mortal life would came to its end.

Even then he would’ve taken care of their children, and cherished her dead spirit, he even knew that their eldest daughter would’ve been the pride of his entire life.

she threw it away, in mumbled whispers, deceiving eyes, about how she couldn’t, and he would’ve accepted it too if it wasn’t for how he saw that slut let the stable boy take her, right then on the open field. It should’ve been him, even then in the sick dread spreading across his constricting chest, he felt his trousers get tighter, she just dared to look like that under the moon, head thrown back, spit-slicked puffed lips, it drove him furious.

He would just confront her, that’s what he had told himself, but the scent of wildflowers had replaced the jasmine, and that stupid limp could not be more obvious, not to mention how she spoke in a gentler voice than usual not to placate him.

no, not for him. but it was obvious the hoarseness would seep into her usual accented words.

He wondered all the things her mouth could do to sound like that.

He had slammed her head right into the table, the impact effectively rendering her unconscious, his strength incomparable even then but balanced for his purpose, and then he drank from her, he knew even with all the ropes and silks he tied her with and the knife he dragged against her supple skin, he wouldn’t be able to sleep with her.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t touch her whilst drinking his deserved fill, I mean he deserved this, the swell of her breast fit so perfectly against his hands, warm. It was so enticing he couldn’t help but bite into the top of one. as the blood spurted out he used his hand to roll the bud of the other one.

His semi- with just that much - exposed a lot more vulnerability than he would’ve liked to have shown, but he had to enjoy this. He had craved this for so long slipping a hand under her loose nightgown, gripping those thighs knowing it would leave a mark, digging his nails in. He wanted to own every part of her, rolling his thumb into the curve of her hip bone, he kissed her. It fulfilled him in ways he didn’t know anything ever could.

His ministrations upon her only lasted a while after that, as he came all over her face twice, and once over those tits, he had grown quite fond of them.

He cleaned up and waited till she was conscious he wanted her to be somewhat aware of what would happen next. trying his different creations on her seeing which aphrodisiac drove her to squeeze those thighs tightly together, have her panting in want like a bitch in heat, eyes crossed humping against the edge of her chair, leaving her in want like how she had left him.

Not that he wasn’t getting his fun, his expression was discernible to her, but it made it all a little bit more satisfying that night, shoving himself against the door connecting his room and his study, hand shoved into his trousers in sync with her lewd whines, knowing she wanted him just as badly.

After completely unravelling her senses he finally fucked her, it was raw, and cathartic and so fulfilling like something had clicked into place looking at her rosy face and sweat-soaked skin, bouncing up down, moving like a dumb fleshlight by the tight grip on her waist, his hands squeezing into soft flesh, leaving bruises and bites as he drove them to release.

Once he was finally tired of her, her betrayal only left her one choice and that was death. He refused to be served someone's sloppy seconds without repentance. The only thing that remained of her was her heart still stored in a vault within the scope of his childhood home.

But it had become tiring over the years, humans were weak, and lacking qualities that would inspire passion. It was the passion that had made her so delectable, it was the deep constricting feeling that left him gasping for air and grinning - the one he didn't dare name - that had made her so precious. They didn't have girls like that anymore, or maybe he had changed too. No longer that boy with pleading eyes, now a more jagged man who knew how to cover his selfish desires far better.

His nostalgia was broken by something cutting through the dark waters, well if it wasn't his little stalker. He had noticed it for a while now, using one of his family's coastal villas for research. At first, his things started going missing and he had never been careless enough to misplace his belongings, his favourite pen, a glove of his, even a vial of his seaweed tester. All lost after he placed them too close to the edge of the jagged rocks where he liked working.

Against popular opinion he wasn't a complete recluse, he just refused to mingle with his brothers longer than necessary, perhaps why he was growing so fond of this place. He knew he had spent much time outside, which gave the perpetrator plenty of time to read him and his actions.

Walking across the shores was a dangerous game to play, knowing his little stalker loved any attention he paid them, the attention made him heady. Someone craving his presence this much fulfilled some complex he chose to ignore.

After his realisation that rather than his belongings being swept away with the unsteady tide, it was being swiped, he decided to play a little game.

He would observe the ocean from the tower opposite his villa, making sure to use his abilities to mask any sign of his existence. At first, the ocean seemed more restless than usual - as if the thief had control over such things - then it was eerie still. This is when he first caught sight of that quicksilver tail, assuming it was a creature he let it go. But once again catching a glimpse of a larger shadow than of seaside fish, piqued his curiosity.

He watched the large shadow, once he figured out its pattern, going from the deepest point of the water near the underground catacombs next to the cliffs to swimming alongside the shore his house overlooked, it always lingered there. It made him feel giddy. Nothing had truly roused his interest in so long.

Then came the gifts, normally he would have assumed they were washed up onto the beach, if not for their abnormal quantity. The first was scallop shells, enough that he could load his arms full and there would still be more, they were unceremoniously dumped upon his usual rock where he preferred to sit when describing his theories.

He chose to see what would happen if he ignored these gifts. Next came enough sea glass that he would cover his entry's villa’s floor with it. No, that was a feat he had to admit. It forced him out of his shelter in the tower to try to ascertain how on earth the creature had carried this much. With no signs of the creature he swiftly turned away, apparently that caused quite a riot as he saw how the creature streamlined towards his position. Choosing to draw out their game a little longer, he manipulated the night’s shadows to cover himself

It seemed to rile his pursuer far more than anything, stopping suddenly confused as to where the land dweller it stalked had disappeared.

The day after that no presents appeared as if it was trying to give him the cold shoulder, so he decided to up the stakes.

Dressing himself up for the first time in a couple of months, with a nice dark blue dress shirt that clung to his arms, and his oxford loafers polished he headed down to the down bar. The picture-perfect image of a city boy tourist with no clue of where he was meant to be, he saw how the women there had eyed him, but he had to be careful about his prey if he wanted to execute this perfectly.

He needed this to solidify his belief, the intentions of the creature were based only around him, that by simply existing he had caught the intention of another being. No manipulation is needed for such reckless provoked behaviour all just for him.

The girl he picked up from the bar was a local. He saw how she greeted the bare minimum of her dinner party and only took a glance at the drinks section on the menu. As this was the only decent establishment around there was no need for her to try to change her usual order.

She couldn't be an outcast but also not an extrovert; she had to be one of the quiet ones, who have very little circles, who has nothing to hold her down in this tiny town. Someone who people cared about but not special enough to be remembered if she ever took off without warning.

It was easy enough to convince her he was the most charming non-chauvinistic man that she'd ever met in her life. He made sure to walk with her by the coast so that whatever it was watching him could get a good look at who would capture his attention this evening, going as far as to kiss her then and there on the beach.

It was a different matter once they entered the villa, he had accomplished what he had wanted. It was clear enough from the choppy waves and the strange animalistic sounds that almost sounded like whales or dolphins.

He snapped the human girl's neck and made a quick meal for himself, her blood wasn't the finest but it served nutrition.

Cleaning up he chose to watch the storm with a glass of wine, truly marvelling at how someone would throw a tantrum of this height without ever holding a conversation. He was tempted to let this game continue and not ruin their relationship with his dampening personality as his brothers put it, but his curiosity would soon get the best of him.

It seemed he had pulled his little stalker’s leg too far, the silence was endearing at first but it had been well over a couple of weeks by now and he was becoming restless.

Till he finally came up with a present he knew would appease the creature, it was a risk on his part but he had some faith in his strength. He spent the morning carefully cleaning the shells he was given a while ago, luckily he had the foresight to keep them cool and prepare a marinade. Once he knew the dish was perfect he played it up with a cloche the steam would do the rest for him whilst he got his stalker’s main present prepared. I mean for all his unique quirks he knew how to be a gentleman to a lady.

Arriving at the shore it didn’t take him long to put out the bait, himself rolling up his trousers, he knew he looked odd. A lanky man with a chive-stained shirt, a giant cloche in one hand and a rotting corpse in the other as he stumbles into the icy waters, attempting to not let the rocks dig into his feet. But some things were worth the effort, he waited a while placing the cloche on the rock and the girl’s body in the water, watching as it bobbed uncertainty in the water.

He knew he had waited long enough when he observed the shallow waters get darker; his time was up, teleporting right onto the shores as the clawed figure just reached him. And then he saw it - her.

/pretty. Pretty pretty pretty./

It was a mermaid? Of course, it was a mermaid.

It was a lithe thing with strong muscles, that dipped into a slim v of quicksilver and shades of lime, the glistening scales reached around her back, where a large dorsal fin was nestled - webbed and torn- a large contrast to her more human features. Her face resembles a human enough the palest shade of ivory blue with tingles of green and lilac, long fingers connected by dark green web and long sharp nails. Her face with its pouty lips and doe black eyes framed by a short cropped bob just touching her shoulders. Guessing from the expression she was attempting to make he'd say she was glowering. Guess that meant his time was up.

Teleporting back to his villa, his mind is overrun by the green mermaid.

Sleeping or frankly speaking any action that wasn’t being completely enticed by his little stalker had long fled him, she was just so, I suppose demons just had their allure. Spending all these centuries with humans, he had forgotten the natural charm demonic women had, with their thinly veiled fury in their large eyes, with coy smiles that hide large sinister fangs.

It didn't take long for his mermaid to return with her response, it was his glove placed upon a skull he didn't have to put too much thought into who it could be, decorated with iridescent shells. He knew his curiosity always got the best of him, but now that he had seen her, he knew the stirring in gut would only grow stronger. It was better to strike the iron whilst it was still hot.

He anticipated a range of courses his actions could lead him, but he had already made up his mind. Wading into the water. Its iciness rose past his thighs as he decided he had to be bold about this, sinking underneath and swimming towards the rocks. He waded slowly towards the tendrils of seaweed floating above the water, making his way through it till his back was turned to the cliff. If he was going to play on his enchantress’ turf he would at least be aware in what direction he would be attacked.

That is what he expected at least, till a cold grip tightened around his waist dragging him under, from behind too! Now that was unfair!

He couldn’t complain much even as he felt his arms grazing against the rough edges of the rocks, as she pushed against him. Their torsos glued together, this wasn’t what he was used to at all. It wasn't all a bad thing.

If he had to say truthfully it was far more exciting than he thought, being pinned by the weight of that impressive tail, curled around his legs holding him down. Sharp nails dug into his forearms, pinning them into his sides as she reached up, softly tucking herself into his neck, nuzzling him whilst she softly crooned at him.

The pain of digging into his back and the stinging in his arms numbed by the cool water only for her soft curls to brush against his cheeks, as well as the phantom touch of her warm lips in the cool sea, started a heady reaction within him. His blood roared in his ears, screaming at him to pull up his defences, as the water took over his senses, slowly losing consciousness. His last vision was her floundering movements as her frosty fingers tried to shake him awake.

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Opening his eyes, he hacked up enough water to completely drench himself again. Whilst drowning wasn't a major concern for vampires due to the lack of oxygen having close to no effect, it still wasn’t ideal to be submerged in water that long. Although there were more important things at hand, looking around for his little mermaid he saw her. Meekly sinking into the water on the edge of the salt cave, he approached her car to grow apprehensive.

They took a moment to study each other, the heat stirring in the gut once again with the way she lingered on his skin through his soaked translucent shirt.

“Reiji.”

She cocked her head at him, he pointed to himself and repeated, if she was going to go along with his sinister ideas he would rather she be aware of whose name to scream. She in turn pointed to herself crooning a sound that sounded like a garbled sound of ‘Lia’.

“Thalia?”

The grin that spread across her face was truly worth all this long-played game, it would entertain him for a while. Peeling his shirt off himself he watched how her eyes widened, tracing his pale skin before pausing on the triangle of moles right above his hip bones.

He was a scientist at heart, after all, he should be allowed to examine such a fine specimen. Dipping his arms into the water, startling her, before bringing her into his lap. his arms flexed as she gripped him in shock, still staying close to the water in case she went under any strange side effects. Dumping her into his lap, he adjusted himself under the weight to not expose his intentions quite yet.

He watched her reactions keenly, the way her mouth fell open in a half gasp and she stroked down her tail, or how her lashes fluttered as he dipped her into the ground, digging his fingers into the place below her chest and his other hand gripped her neck bringing her up to join their lips tightly.

It was salty and wet and forceful, she stumbled across the motions whilst he cruelly sought what he wanted, his motions purposeful, forcing his tongue into her mouth and circling her fangs. His hands wrapped around her face bringing her closer to him, or as humanely close as they could be. The chill had caused his nipples to harden and the soft flesh of her tits rubbing against them made it all the bit more sensitive, blood travelling south.

Pulling away he studied her dazed face, a grin spreading across his face at the sight as he made himself comfortable kneeling above her waist, staring at her splayed figure. Trailing his hands up and down her sides, she squirmed impatiently, he abandoned his hands in favour of leaving a trail of kisses up her navel to her neck, lightly grazing her skin with fangs, licking the salty skin, leaving his own marks.

As she dug her own crescent-shaped marks into his shoulders, arching herself into him, pouting for more when something caught her attention. She propelled herself into motion using the weight of her tail to hold down his legs as her arms crossed behind his neck, pulling him straight up against her as she tried to imitate what he had done, her chilling lips raising goosebumps as she scratched his torso on her journey. stopping right above his bulge blowing air into it making him rock hard.

He did quick work on his zip, pulling his boxers down to release himself, he could practically see her eyes glisten as started. The cold air did nothing to hide its size, gripping her hair to bring her closer to his dick. She got the gist pretty quickly from there running her tongue across her palm before gripping him tightly. Delivering quick kitty licks to his tip that made him throw his head back trying to hold back groans. She obsessively stared at him with her big eyes stroking him faster her little webbed things providing lubricant that made it so so nicer, he hadn't realised how long her tongue was till she blew out her cheeks, sucking and swirling her tongue around his length, the wet warmth making his eyes roll back. Maybe it had been too long.

She was toying with him, from the teasing glances under those long lashes. He growled his eyebrows furrowed, twisting his hand already nestled in her hair making her whine.

"Come now darling, don't play with me… you asked for it remember?" His gaze became dark as he shoved his in between her plump lips making her deep-throat him. They both moaned at once, as soon as he regained some control he began thrusting into her tight little throat, arching back whilst holding her down by the neck like a pup.

It wasn't long before he came all wound with, skin a sweaty sheen his dark hair matted against his forehead making him look younger and his glasses askew on his blushing face. She was a sight to see too, with her heavy pants still nuzzling his inner thighs as her lashes fluttered shut, lips red and spit slicked with the smallest amount of cum trailing out from what she hadn't managed to swallow. He would continue to see where this would lead, but for now, it was best they rest if they wanted to try out all the things he had envisioned.

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