MATADOR Emperor Geta X Reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Arranged Marriage

“I just wanted love, but you wanted gore.”

written by donttrustsage.

COMING SOON

DINNER AT BRASSERIE ZÉDEL to be decided.

“when are you gonna make me your baby? you know i belong in your arms.”

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HE’S MY MAN Dabi (Toya Todoroki) x Reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“He’s my man, he’s gone quite mad. No, nobody has to understand, me and my man.”

written by donttrustsage.

VICIOUS DELICIOUS to be decided.

“You’re so cruel and you’re so viscous, but my goodness you’re so delicious.”

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LOVE & MONEY Sam Stardew Valley x Reader⊹ ࣪ ˖

Color Soulmate AU

“let’s make love and lots of money, baby.”

written by lunamothlibrary.

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SPIDER Lee Heesung x Reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Cheater!Heeseung x Idol!Reader

“He’s hungry for something sweet, shame you didn’t see the webs that he would weave.”

written by donttrustsage.

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EMMA DILEMMA to be decided.

“she’s in hot, hot water, just how she likes it. this show is all hers, but you’re all invited.”

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LAURIE to be decided.

“said he’s no good at love, but i’ll know he’s wrong because i’ll watch him.”

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BLUSHING to be decided.

“but in this cruel and cunnin’ world, i’m just lipstick and pearls, i’m just a blushin’ girl.”

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BAD BOOKS to be decided.

“i won’t be sad, honey look, it’s a much better read, i’ll always be in the bad books.”

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Next to you, Steve tensed immediately shooting back with a, “What the hell is wrong with you?” Like, their secret had been let out. Except everybody knew they had a thing going on.

Everybody except you…

You’d spent two years slowly collecting up evidence that this thing you were feeling with her wasn’t just in your imagination. Since Spring of ‘86 when you and your best friend Eddie had gotten dragged into this Upside Down mess.

In a matter of days, you found out earth-shattering realizations about the shitty town you called home. Monsters, superpowers, alternate dimensions. The whole time, Robin had been making little comments. “Yeah! I know.” “I still don’t have a grasp on it.” “You think this is bad? I found out when I was high and beat up by Russians.” While everyone else was staring at her with wide eyes and shocked looks, you giggled. It was small, more breaths really, but a laugh nonetheless. Pretty much straight away, you gained an understanding of Robin Buckley and her severe lack of social cues, and filters, and you fell for it. The awkward charm, the sideways smile, those pretty blue eyes, it was all so…mesmerizing.

You, despite being Eddie Munson’s best friend, had never quite figured out how to be like that — loud, bright, unashamedly yourself. You were always quieter, more of an observer than anything else. But that spring tested you in ways you never thought. You fought monsters, ran from police, travelled to other worlds. And you lost the one person that really knew you.

You still remembered the night Eddie died

Steve, Nancy and Robin had to pry you off his body, basically carrying you through the gate. Even though you’d take down Vecna, and saved Hawkins, your world had felt like it ended. But Robin, who didn’t know how to be quiet in the most inappropriate of scenarios, didn’t crack a joke or begin on one of her nervous rambles. She just sat next to you and quietly held your hand as you cried. The whole night.

After everything, she’d recognized what it was like for you — not really close to anyone in the group but tethered there by the knowledge of an imminent doomsday (and a lack of other friends). So she slowly brought you in to her little corner. Started taking you to volunteer with her at the high school. And each day you sat side by side — elbows knocking while you spread peanut butter on loaves of bread, tripping over each other as you moved boxes around — the ache in your heart started to transform into a feeling of overwhelming purpose.

When the quarantine started, most of the places you used to hangout closed. You thought it was fine, since you had no one to go out with anyways. You’d made peace with it. But Robin started inviting you over to Steve’s far too big house for game nights or summer pool parties. She never had to make you feel included, but she always, always did.

Not just included, she made you feel noticed. She’d always bring ingredients to make an ice cream bar because you mentioned you never made it to Scoops before the mall fire. And there was that day you told her you were dreading work. The next morning, you put on the radio (as you always did now that she worked there), and she’d said in that lightly raspy voice, “This one’s for anyone who thinks work’s gonna suck today. It is, but keep this station on for some good company.” The she played your favorite song Just Like Heaven by The Cure. You only told her that once.

You weren’t stupid. Her and Steve moved around like they were glued to each other. They spent every day together, and had been for years now. Of course, they would’ve become something in that time.

But some, little, hopeful part of you had been clinging on for so long. You felt something when her hands brushed yours. And yesterday, when you talked about ‘Dick’ and the tunnels, you could’ve sworn you heard her almost admit those words you’d been waiting to hear. Something like “I actually don’t even like…” But she didn’t finish her sentence.

So you must’ve been deluded.

This was Hawkins, Indiana. At the end of the world. What did you expect? A big, confession about the years of simmering tension between you two? Some parade where she’d say “I like girls,” and take you in her arms and dip you like one of those soldiers off to war? You didn’t even want any of that. You just wanted to be able to do what everyone else could so easily. A simple kiss on the cheek to say goodbye before a battle. Just in case you’d never see her again.

But no. Apparently, she got that with Steve.

You really should’ve known. Their natural rhythm, their inside jokes, the constant hushed whispering when you were nearby. It was just another place you didn’t belong.

A hand on your shoulder ripped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, you okay?” Steve asked you with a soft voice.

Steve.

You liked him a lot. He was always nice to you, checked in after Eddie’s death. Even though in high school, you used to basically spit at the mention of his name, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington had become a weird sort of ally in this mess. There was only one problem. Recently, every time you talked to him, all he could do was bring up Robin. “Robin was so funny yesterday,” “Robin and I went to the pizza parlor,” “Robin said we should all watch Fast Times together”. Robin, Robin, Robin.

And it hurt.

Because you wanted that.

To be able to brag so openly about the girl you liked. You couldn’t even tell her everything you admired about her. And that was far more than Steve’s ignorant “Don’t you think Robin’s pretty?” Of course she was pretty. But she was so much more than that. She was a secret genius, and so determined, and she physically could not be anybody other than her loud, rambling self. She’d made you feel more comfortable in your own skin.

“Are you okay?” Steve repeated, shaking you this time. The yelling that surrounded you as everyone fussed over the best plan to take down Vecna suddenly rushed into your ears. Right. This wasn’t the time.

You nodded, moving your hand to cover Steve’s on your shoulder. “Yeah, I’m all good.” You could worry about your unrequited love for Robin later.

Little did you know that across the room, Robin was looking at you holding Steve’s hand with the same pangs of jealousy blooming in her chest.

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It was hysterical that Dani traded today, of all days, with you. Seriously, she decided to cash in a favor you owed her back during your interning years at the research facility, so you took her spot out at the lagoon. She’d rather hang back and sort through the slew of disorganized files that’d toppled over in the file room–courtesy of a werewolf’s heat making him fuck the semen extrator so hard, it shook the wall and the cabinets on the other side of it. Knocked them over into a jumbled mess that was going to be how you spent your eight-hour shift. But…nope. Dani claimed it.

So, instead, you were playing volunteer perfume tester for the merfolk out at the lagoon that never let anyone catch more than a glimpse of them. It wasn’t going to work; in the years you’d been working there, they’d never perfected the pheromone for drawing out merfolk. They were too smart. It wasn’t like blood to a thirsty vampire or mixing up a special pheromone for a werewolf in heat. The way of the merfolk was still mostly a mystery.

All you had to do was play by the experiment’s strict rules, and you were basically getting a paid vacation day to lounge in a nice, warm lagoon. See, the interest of getting anything substantial from the mermaids was high on the priority list, so every single precaution that could be taken was taken. Two hidden cameras were set up–one amongst the rocks at the water’s edge and one underneath the water. They’re turned on remotely after the team departs, and you’re settled in, and that’s it. It’s just the single person out there to complete the test.

Today, that was you. Lounging back to enjoy the warm sun, floating in the soothing water. A one-piece bathing suit a glittering pink underneath the yellow rays of the sun. The rules you had to follow were easy enough; you couldn’t move too much until it was time to depart, so within a break in the rocks, a hook was screwed into the earth. Attached to it were waterproof, relatively comfortable cuffs. It kept your hands back and from moving too much, and it kept you from being swept out to sea by any riptides. The water levels were always monitored, so there was no risk of drowning by any sudden high tides, and the waves were so calm, they only ever splashed up to your chest. And, controversially, since you couldn’t make any noise to risk scaring anyone off, they had waterproof tape slapped over your mouth. 

Once you were cuffed and sufficiently gagged, the lead scientist brought Merfolk Concoction #157 over to spritz onto your neck, wrists, and chest. He didn’t exactly look like he had high hopes, but they couldn’t go without testing it. So he gave you a few extra spritzes to really make sure they tried their damndest. Then, with a pat on your shoulder, he was gone. 

And while Dani was stuck sorting through files, you listened to the birds chirping, the light waves crashing against you and the rocks, and you just…lounged. Enjoyed the lagoon and the paid mini-vacation. They’d come and fetch you in about two hours to eat, use the bathroom, and reapply sunscreen and the concoction. Then you’d be back in. Rinse and repeat until you returned to the lab.

It was nice out. Really nice out. A good book or some music would’ve been preferred, but the lagoon was downright gorgeous. A rich, clear blue that let you see down your legs as if the water wasn’t there. Out beyond your feet, there was a darkness that led to the depths where any mini submarine drone sent out was quickly destroyed and spat back out. That’s where the merfolk presumably lived, if not simply used as a means to reach the surface. And try as you might, as you squinted to see through the dark abyss at the edges there, there was nothing to see. No merfolk coming up. 

The cameras were hidden well enough. You hadn’t been able to spot them when they mentioned they were there. You just knew one was looking over your area to spot anything from above and down below, where the other was somewhere right behind your bottom. It might’ve felt skeevy if you hadn’t known the man leading every experiment in the lab. His fascination with the supernatural and otherworldly was obsessive. He’d give anything to learn and understand. Including sending his own employees out to bathe in the sun and soak in the crystal waters. 

But as you knew, the concoctions never worked. 

You hummed up at the sky; it was getting close to the snack break, and your stomach was starting to rumble. Not much longer, if your internal clock was to be that trusted. Plus, the ways were starting to come in a little harder and larger, so if a high tide was unexpectedly coming in, it was better to be out before then. No matter. It was only a short ways away, and the highest the waves were reaching were your collarbones. 

You’d have an apple and guzzle down some water; the sun was making your mouth dry, and more sunscreen was needed as there was a total lack of clouds that day. Pretty, until you had nothing to find shapes in to distract your wondering mind. Maybe some fish were daring to come near you? 

Looking back down in the crystal water, you peered to try and see the fishes that so easily blended into the sand and shells on the lagoon floor. The brackish water came up in more waves and, alas, there were no fish. Just pretty, opalescent shells beckoning you to pluck them up. Fully intact and absolutely beautiful, you skimmed for you, watching the sand move over them with each wave. From right, over your midsection, to left. There were so many. It was a surprise your colleagues hadn’t plucked them out of the water for their own benefit or just trying to research their origins. They were far from looking entirely of the human realm of the sea. Were there more hidden? You shifted just a little–not enough to screw with the results–like there’d ever be any–to peek underneath where you floated.

They were all gathered there where the waves kept throwing them toward the shoreline. Out of that abyss, it seemed. So, you shifted just that little bit, curling your legs, and peeked down.

The waves stilled.

Opalescent was beneath you, but they were not shells you looked upon in their face. A face. A face looked at you with wide, beautiful eyes and skin that seemed to blend in with both the water and sand. Had she not blinked at you, you weren’t sure you would’ve entirely noticed her. But she was there, with long sand-colored hair floating around you, her eyes flitting over you. So close that, if you were out of water, you would’ve felt her breath against your thigh. But the waves, the water…. She tilted her head and raised a hand up. 

She wore nothing on her top, her upper half entirely human-looking. Her chest moved as if she was breathing air, her bare chest uncovered. Down across her stomach, however, scales came in pink and purple glints. Down to a thin fish-like tail that pointed toward the abyss.

Your heart skipped.

She came closer to your feet and brushed a finger over an ankle. You almost twitched, but all within you told you not to move–you’d scare her off. They were watching through the cameras, too, surely shouting in excitement and screaming at you not to screw this up for them. One was there. You breathed through your nose too hard and too quick, but that was a fucking mermaid.

She touched you again, the water stifling the touch just a little, but a single brush of her finger turned into a full touch. Her hand on your ankle, her wide eyes going wider, and they remained as such. She was touching you. She was…curious? You did not dare to move in that unsettlingly still lagoon. You merely watched as she slid her hand up along the side of your leg, swimming up closer. Oh, holy–

She looked over you like you were as big of a fascination to her as she was to you. This was a breakthrough for their research, and that enough was big. But you had to see how long this was going to last, how much you could get from it. Any and everything–holy shit. Had the concoction worked? What the hell did they put in it? She was there! But was it a fluke or the concoction?

Her hand slid over your upper thigh, and her light brows pinched at the touch of the elastic at your hip. She blinked at it and at you, sliding her fingers under and pulling at it. You closed your thighs instinctively from where her hand was close to your groin, but you barely did so. She frowned at the material, and moved, swimming out of sight underneath you, her hand skimming over your bottom before the suit was pulled at over your back, higher at your side, and then there was a splash of water.

Opal eyes looked at you directly. They flitted over your face rapidly, wet hair coming to brush against your arm and shoulder. Her mouth pursed into a small o of a pout, some gills on her neck seeming…seeming to adjust. And her next breath came out of water, her chest brushing against you on her breath. 

Water dripped off her hand. It came hovering over your stomach as the tide seemed to pull back. From your mid-stomach down, you were in the water. But up, you were drying off in the sun by the second. She gently touched the wet material, following it up over your chest–making you inadvertently twitch as she brushed over a nipple–until she got to the neckline. She frowned at it, looking down at herself–uncovered–and then at you. Hooking her fingers around the top of it, and tugging out, stretching the material.

Whoa, okay….

She breathed again, going still. Then again. A quick sniff. Another. She released the material with a wet slap back to you. Sniffing again. Then again. Getting closer, and closer, her hand pressing over the underside of one breast when she leaned in. Went hair in your face, her nose against your chest. Wait–

She sniffed again.

Her tail flicked against your legs.

Could she smell the concoction? Had…had it been…successful?

So badly you wanted to ask, but your mouth– Wet. Something wet and warm dragged over your collarbone, and you went totally still. Did she just…lick you? Yes. The answer was a shiver-inducing yes when she did it again, licking along the tops of your breasts, a soft moan passing from her lips. What the fuck? You squirmed. What the fuck was in the concoction? What the fuck was going on? And you threw a look toward the hidden camera’s general direction, squirming against her and her flicking tail. 

She licked over you again, faster, burying her face in your cleavage. You tried to say something through the tape, but it was stuck on you good. Kicking did nothing as she swam over you, pushing your legs down into the water further and sucking on the skin on your chest. She rubbed up against you, her hands sliding over your chest in a swift, smooth eagerness. You tried again to say something. Where was the team? Where were they? But as her fingers curled around the top of your suit, you knew this was too fantastic, too incredible, too revolutionary of a find to cut short. You knew they weren’t going to interrupt it, no matter what. So when she looked up at you with wide, full pupils that glimmered even in the dark abyss, licking her lips, nobody was coming. It was just you and her.

And she hooked her fingers down, and pulled at the stretchy, wet material covering your chest. You pressed your head back and closed your eyes. The sun beating down over your bared breasts. Wet hair came to you again, as did her tongue. This was going to be on camera. They were all watching this. Watching you. You tried not to think about all the eyes watching, all the hard drives this was going to be saved on for merfolk evidence, all the crowds this would be shown to once more information was gathered as proof. They’re real! Look! And it’s a mermaid's tongue fiercely lapping at your breasts as she pressed them up more than the suit trapped under them already was. 

Oh, god. She licked lower, moaning softly onto you and nuzzling your chest. What the hell was in that goddamn concoction? Something that did that to a mermaid. That brought her out and to you. That had you squeezing your chest and making your eyes stay firmly shut as she–oh, god. She rubbed a finger over a nipple, and you pressed your head back against your arms. Just light nudging, water dripping down over it in the process. And the other, too, she touched you softly, experimentally, it seemed. Brushed her thumbs over them, then poked them again. Nudged, brushed, and….

And you heard the water slosh.

She swam up closer. A daring look showed her over you just before it happened. A mere glimpse of wet skin, and then she had her chest on yours. Her tail forced your legs apart, the thick muscles beneath those scales coming in to rest against you, twitching as she occasionally moved her tail. It pressed right between your legs, and it was hard not to think about that when she rubbed her chest against yours. She buried her face against your cheek and licked up toward your temple. 

Cooing. She cooed. Moaning softly and planting her hands back on the rocks behind you, her whole body rocking. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. You twitched as something brushed against the bottom of your feet. Both feet. And you jerked, throwing your head to the side to look through the crystal water around the mermaid atop you.

Your stomach dropped.

Two more looked back at you from the depths. Hands skimming up your legs as they swam higher. Closer. One with dark brown skin, the other a light tan that seemed to glimmer higher over her stomach. Mermaids, still. And they swam up beside you, looking at you at the one moving down to lick at your neck once had.

Wait.

Their eyes were wide upon you. Wait, wait. One breached the surface of the water and came to you, cupping your cheeks and making you look at her. The one on top of you slid lower, closing a mouth around one nipple and sucking softly. Wait!

Underneath the water, the other was as exploratory as the first was. Her hands skimming along your inner thigh where you were still parted around the tail of the first. She pulled at the elastic on your suit, too. Pulled and pulled, frowning at it. But it was hard to keep up with everything. A mouth on your nipple, nibbling at the tender skin and sucking it into her mouth. Another coming down to lick at your chest just as the first had. And then under the water–oh, fuck, wait. Hold on. You shouted behind the tape, but it was to no avail.

Two fingers hooked around the crotch of your bathing suit and pulled. The mermaid made some special sound at the sight of your cunt, and you trashed, but the mermaid lapping at your chest dove under the water. You couldn’t see with the mermaid atop you, licking over to your other nipple. But you felt it. The pull of the elastic as far as it’d go, keeping nothing covered between your legs. Multiple hands held it away from you, and another…. Fingers brushed over your cunt, and you kicked. What the fuck–?

They spread you. Without warning, they ran their fingers over your cunt and swam closer, underneath you, hands grabbing at you as tails flicked up over the top of the water. Fingers brushed over your folds, up to your clit where it was idly nudged and you twitched, and one touch became two. You threw your head back. Wait. Wait, the research team. The underwater camera. You could only imagine the view they had beneath you of the fingers coming up and rubbing over your cunt. Your clit. Another nudge, then another, until the nudges were just light, continuous brushes. 

No, no, no.

Tears pricked at your eyes, but they were the wrong kind of tears. The mermaid atop you sucked hard on a nipple as the fingers on your clit started to work you faster. Harder. Another finger found you. Your entrance. Rubbing over it first, the only warning before suddenly there were two fingers pushing into your cunt. 

You tried to pull out of the cuffs, but nothing. You shouted for the team behind the tape, but as the fingers curled inside of you and the others rubbed at your clit, the sounds started to morph. Collectively, they made a chittering sound much like laughter or…or something similar right when you moaned. Involuntarily, but they were…it was….

The fingers on your clit moved.

Water rippled.

What could only be a mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Their tongue pressed over it, lapping at your clit soft yet quick. And those welled tears….

The sun blurred.

The fingers worked into you expertly. 

The mermaid on your chest sucked at your nipple and pinched the other, smiling against you.

Oh. No.

No, no, no. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes–there. Your thighs tried to close and your eyes rolled back. You couldn’t fight it. Couldn’t shove it away. Couldn’t hold it back. It was there. It was there hard and fast. So abruptly. Their fingers and tongue working it out of you. Ripples of pleasure echoing through you as it built without consideration for you. You tried to forget about the camera watching you writhe above and below the water. The angles they had on your bottom and cunt and up where your nipples were endlessly teased. Tried not to think about all the conferences this was going to be shown at as evidence of success. Tried so fucking hard not to think about anything when your cunt fluttered. And squeezed. And clenched so tight around her fingers.

You kicked out at nothing that time. They group made the sound again when you moaned and moaned and moaned again behind that tape. There was no doing it silently or subtly. They weren’t going to let you. You mewled and arched, breathing heavily through your nose as a rough, unforgiving lightning bolt of pleasure shot through you. Electric through your nerves, searing through to your toes and making your hips lift up to the tongue lapping at your clit and the fingers fucking into you from beneath you.

The water sloshed around the four of you. 

They all hummed a sweet, dangerous melody as you came, violently writhing in their grasps.

A soft ringing entered your head. You’d never…you’d never cum like that before. That was…. Your vision blurred up at the sky whilst you blinked, and blinked again to steady it, but it stayed blurry. Mouths still suckled at your nipples, and down under the water, as your cunt pulsed, the fingers released. They went lower. The mouth on your clit moved lower.

A finger pressed against your asshole first. The mermaid on top of you slid off. The sun dried her wet kisses. The water sloshed, still, and one finger pushed into your asshole so, so gingerly. But hands held your legs open. The ringing got louder in your ears with a hypnotic melody amongst it. A song playing through the silence, invisible yet there. Dark and low, humming underneath the water and vibrating it down to your bones. A second finger pushed into your asshole with a welcomed stretch, and then there was the brush of hair against your inner thighs. A stretch that found itself there, too, as hand pressed into the meat of your legs. 

They kissed you.

Taking long, wet turns, lapping at your cunt. 

The ringing faded into just the music.

They sucked on your clit, fingers pumping into your ass, and tongues diving into your pulsing cunt. Over and over. The sun’s warmth fading behind a new, blurry cloud. Tonguing your cunt until tears welled over, and you couldn’t handle it. Pleasure stealing your breath as you came hard, shaking underneath the water where they held you in place. The cuffs dug into your wrists, but you weren’t pulling on them any more.

Again.

The humming got louder. You screamed as you came again, trying to close your thighs as they continued to lap at your swollen clit, but they kept them open.

Again.

Your throat was raw from every stifled shriek that got out of you.

The humming encompassed everything. The waves, the water, your moans and screams. 

Again.

You seized up in pleasure, blackspots in your vision taking over. Three fingers fucked into your ass roughly when you came around their tongues. The sun faded away. The sky went black. And you felt that rip of pleasure terrorize you.

Ours.

The music hummed inside your head with overlapped voices. Giggling and humming. 

Ours! Ours! Ours! 

A sharp, piercing pinch erupted in your thigh, a splatter of various colors behind your eyes. And then everything went away. No music. No voices. No touches. There was nothing except…you. 

When you opened your eyes, the sun was lower in the sky. Movement above you caught your blurry vision–the head of the research team as he climbed into the water next to you, eyes wide and eager. He gave you a once over, your suit left askew everywhere, and he nodded, whispering a half-apology before lifting a camera to snap pictures. Your chest, neck, cunt, inner thigh, and then a full-body shot. Humiliation burned, but it was hard to feel it fully. Not when the abyss was beyond him.

The dark waters right there. Catching your eye. 

He fixed your suit and uncuffed your wrists. Started to peel the tape off your mouth.

A low humming echoed inside your head. He and three others helped you out of the water, forcing your eyes away from the lagoon. 

They fed you. Hydrated you. Helped you back into the van and gave you a quick once-over to make you sure you weren’t anything more than dazed. You only bled on your inner thigh. The watered-down blood trickling down your leg like a watercolor painting. And you watched it go as they cleaned the wound. A bite mark from thick, sharp fangs. 

The humming continued. It was far away, yet no matter how far the lagoon got when you were driven away, the volume remained the same. The humming ever present. 

You sat wrapped in a towel in the office of the lab owner that evening. Wound bandaged, still dressed in your suit, Dani trying to ask what happened but getting pushed out so they could present the evidence. You blinked up at the dual screens. The pictures the lead researcher had taken were already printed out and spread out on the desk. As naked in them as you were on the screens.

You, shivering, shuddering, screaming in and out of the water. Not a moment of evident missed or covered by poor camera placement. Naked. Fingered. Licked. Kissed. Sucked. 

Climaxing.

And climaxing.

And climaxing again and again and again until the blonde mermaid reeled back and bit into your thigh.

The head of the entire operations there at the lab grinned. He restarted the video once it reached the end, and watched it all the way through. He restarted it again, beaming. He turned to you with that wide grin, excitement glittering in his eyes. You watched his mouth move, his words far away as the humming grew louder.

“You have to go back to the lagoon tomorrow and test the concoction again. Soak yourself in it. Okay?”

You blinked at him. The humming kissed your temples.

“Okay,” you answered.

Ours was a gentle, beckoning echo in your head.

And just like that, you nodded.

Eddie wanders into the house looking for you, and there you are on the couch. Attention eaten up by whatever game you’ve chosen for the night. His dark eyes drink in your sleepy appearance. Your pretty legs in those little shorts he loves so much.

He takes a slow step forward and the board under his boot creaks, and he watches as your weary gaze darts into the shadowed nook of the front door.

Eddie chuckles lowly. “Pardon my manners. Couldn't help myself from visiting a pretty little thing like you." The metal in his hand glints in the lamplight.

You gasp, standing from the couch. “T-take anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

“How about we play a game? Hm, bunny?” Eddie proposes.

Your head bobs in a frantic nod.

“Let’s say you get a… ten second head start. The keys are in my car. If you can get away I won’t touch you. Oh but if I find you…”

A whimper escapes your parted lips.

“Your ass is mine."

He starts the chainsaw and revs it once.

Then you’re out the back door, controller abandoned on the rug.

Following behind you at a steady pace, Eddie keeps a firm hold on his chainsaw. Dark eyes carefully scanning the yard for you. Listening for the crunching of leaves to give you away. He’ll let you have your fun.

His bunny will get tired eventually.

And she does.

You stop for just a few seconds to calm your racing heart. The saw's engine revs in warning just a few yards away.

You take off through the grass in a final attempt to make it down the driveway. Bare feet pounding against the chilled dirt.

Then you're pinned to the cold, damp forest floor.

Eddie's warm body keeps you held prone in the dirt. "That look in your eyes is so pretty, baby. Tell me how scared you are. Beg for me to let you go."

You whimper, out of fear or lust, you're not entirely sure. "Please let me go I don't wanna die. You can take anything you want."

Eddie is silent for a moment just staring. "That's it? You tried so hard to get away and that's all you have to say?" He stands and grips your hair, pulling you to your hands and knees.

"This okay?" He asks gently. The maniacal tone gone from his voice.

Your head nods in his loosened grip. "I'll tell you if it's not."

"Good girl." Eddie's grip tightens in the fistful of your hair. "You're gonna keep being a good pet and follow me, kapeesh? I don't wanna hurt you and I won't as long as you're behaving.”

You push up onto your knees to stand for just a second before a rough boot pushes you down by the center of your back.

"Ah, ah" Eddie tuts. "Crawl."

Your cheeks warm in embarrassment. "You're not really gonna make m-" A sharp tug on your hair makes you yelp.

"I said crawl." Eddie grits through his teeth. He pulls you by your hair to the side of the shed where he had dropped the chainsaw before you took off for the driveway. He releases you and you slump against the paneling, staring up at Eddie with wide eyes.

He eyes you for a moment to check in again. When you give him a nod Eddie stoops down to pick up the saw. "Shirt off, now. Wanna see your pretty tits." The cool metal of the chainless saw drags up under the hem of your cotton sleep shirt.

Shaky hands lift the shirt over your head and discard it into the dry grass beside you. Your nipples pucker at the cool air meeting your dewy skin.

"Beautiful." Eddie breathes. He kicks your legs apart at the ankles and laughs at the dark patch between your legs. "You nasty little thing." His voice light with amusement. Eddie drags the buzzing metal down the soft skin of your belly to the apex of your thighs.

"I bet I could make you cum on this saw. Hm? Think it's enough for a slut like you gush for?"

You pout at the condescending tone. "I couldn't help it."

A mocking pout graces Eddie's pink lips. "I know baby, you think with this pussy instead of your brain. It's not your fault."

The saw meets the damp patch on your shirts where your clit throbs and you gasp sharply. "Eddie!"

"Eddie." He mocks you. "Hows that feel baby? Knowing that something that could maim you feels so good on your needy little clit?"

"So good." You moan.

Eddie gives a little more pressure to the saw, lazily rubbing the vibrating metal into your clit. "That's it, baby. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me. I wanna watch you cum on this saw."

"Oh god." You gasp, legs trembling. Heavy breaths escape your parted lips as you sloppily grind up into the saw's vibrations.

Eddie's teeth dig into his plush bottom lip as he stares down at your writhing form. "Come on baby. Be a good slut and make a mess for me."

You blink rapidly through your release. Your fingers dig into the dirt as you pant, keeping your eyes locked on Eddie's.

The man standing over you cackles "You're sick in the head, you know that? A little freak. Can't believe you actually did it." His free hand travels downward to readjust his pants over his bulge, your blurry vision fixates on the space his hand occupies. "Need something?" Eddie goads.

You nod, eyes not leaving his clothed cock. "I want your cock. Please. I need you so bad."

The chainsaw clicks off and is laid to rest in the grass. Eddie crouches down to your eye level and grabs your face in a callused hand.

"You need it?" Eddie repeats "Aww that's so cute. I wish you could see your face right now, sweetheart. Looks like you're gonna cry if we don't get your holes stuffed full."

Eddie squeezes your cheeks to make your lips pucker then pecks a few kisses onto them. "It's okay though. We'll get you taken care of." He gives you another kiss. "Gonna be a little selfish first."

A metallic jingle rings into the chilly air as Eddie removes his belt and rests it over his shoulder. "Saving this for later." He explains with a wink.

Eddie strips down and throws his clothes beside you in the dirt. Callused fingers grip your cheeks to forcefully pucker your lips. With his free hand Eddie grips his cock and taps it against your lips. "You gonna be good for me? Hmm, gonna let me use that throat?"

"Pwese." You speak through the hold on your face.

Eddie's grip moves from your face to take a fistful of hair. "Aww you're so sweet using your manners." He drags you closer by your hair. "Spit on it, get this dick sloppy for me." He commands.

You obey, laving your tongue over his sensative tip afterward.

Eddie's eyes harden. "Did I say lick it? No I didn't, I told you to spit." He uses his hold on your hair to shake your head no. "Open. I changed my mind. I'm not going easy on you."

Your lips part and Eddie shoves the head of his cock between them. He pulls you down to the base, your nose resting in the wiry hair at his base. "Yeah, that's it. Love this little throat." He groans, guiding you up and down his shaft.

Your fingers cling to Eddie's thighs as he begins fucking your throat at a brutal pace. Hot tears stream down your cheeks as you gag around him, spit frothing at the corners of your mouth. You peek up at the man above you, his eyes closed in extacy.

Eddie's eyes crack open to meet yours and he has to pull off that second before he cums. He uses a foot to nudge you over into an arch and gets on his knees behind you. A palm meets your ass and he smooths it over the warm skin before tracing it down your back.

He removes the belt from where it rests on his shoulder and loops it around your neck. "Hm, pretty." Eddie hums, caressing your cheek.

"I think she's ready for me" Eddie smirks, running two fingers through your slick folds before planting a harsh slap on your clit. He taps his tip on your ass a few times. "She's been waiting so patiently for me hasn't she?"

Another harder thump lands against your clit this time. "Yeah, look at her winkin' at me like that."

Eddie slides into you in one motion, your eyes rolling back into your head. His thickness hurts in the best way. He wraps th belt around his fist and pulls you back towards him. You're just wet enough for him to comfortably fuck you in slow, deep strokes.

"ohh fuck." You moan. You spread your legs wider to gently push back and meet his thrusts. "It's so much."

"Is it too much cock baby?" Eddie's thrusts grow harsher. "You're taking it so good though. So. Fucking. Good."

"Eddie." You sob out in sharp gasps.

"That's it baby. Haaah keep saying my name while I fuck my little pussy raw." Eddie's fingers drag down to find your clit and pleasure combined with the pressure from his belt around your throat makes your head spin.

"Eddieee." You cry. "Ugh I feel you in my belly.”

"Yeah? Good thing this wet pussy loves me so much."

One of your hands finds Eddie's wrist and your nails dig into his skin. He shudders and fucks you harder. The only sounds echoing around you are your joined groans and the wet plap-plap-plap of your skin meeting Eddie's.

The coil in your belly builds tight, and every rough thrust of Eddie's hips drives you closer to the edge.

Eddie releases his belt to take your face in his hand and turn you to look at him. "Come on baby. Cum on this cock. Milk me and show me how much you needed my dick."

It takes one more thrust for your orgasm to rip through you. Your body shudders and your voice breaks in a silent cry, your cunt choking his cock.

"Ohh my god" Eddie thrusts once more, burying himself deep before cumming with a whiny moan.

Eddie's grip on you loosens and he gently lies you down, joining you in the dirt to catch his breath.

You look at him with bleary eyes. Picking your lips to ask for a kiss.

Eddie pecks your lips sweetly, lying his forehead on your shoulder afterward. He peppers lazy kisses along your neck and shoulders as you settle into eachother.

"Je-sus." Eddie pants out a laugh after he gives his racing heart a moment to slow down. "I love you." He plants a sloppy kiss on the side of your flushed neck. "How about I get you inside and run you a bath while I make dinner? We can use one of those bomb things you like."