“Yea, you’re being sooo good for me, baby.” He’s huffing and grunting beside your ear, the only other sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin and your faint wines when particular thrusts hit deep. “Such a good baby for Daddy- fuuckk, you’re squeezing me so hard right now, honey.”
You’ve cum twice already, and have completely succumbed to subspace. A sweet, dopey look on your face that has his ego skyrocketing.
‘Cause he’s the one that’s making you feel so good, and he’s who you feel safe to let go of your big brain with.
Your arms that have been mostly lax against the plushness of the bed beneath you, find a weak grasp on his arms as you reach the precipice for the third time. The sensations of your orgasm crashing over you in waves, and making your hips lift weakly to meet his own with every pass.
Then without warning he’s twitching and jolting within your depths as you reach the tail end of your orgasm. His initial grunting and groaning out “baby, daddy’s fuckin- oh fuck I’m coming- gaah, take it!” that turns into an oversensitive sort of whine from his intense release and the feeling of your walls still clenching down around him.
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girlfriend who pulls you aside at a party to use your face to muffle her farts while making you count every single one of them. she tugs you into bathrooms, closets, guest bedrooms, even right outside the back door; anywhere for a minute of privacy. she pushes you onto your knees, grabs your hair, and forces your face into her plush asscrack before unloading deep, bassy farts into your nose, humid and raunchy.
your first declaration of "one." is confident and slightly challenging, albeit still tinged with the inherent embarassment of being in such a situation. her cold, narrowed eyes are set on you from over her shoulder, though her lips tip up slyly, like she's ready to absolutely destroy your resolve.
ten minutes of snacking on cheese puffs and sipping a seltzer later, she pulls you into a coat closet. you don't need directed this time, sinking to kneel behind her and eagerly nuzzling your nose into the cleavage of her ass. it bubbles and vibrates against your nose and mouth and you inhale the poignant reek deeply before softly groaning out a, "four." you linger there as long as the stench does before heading back out, nervously glancing at suspicious partygoers.
just outside the porch door, you huff her swampy crack and heady gas and you moan despite yourself, sniffing shudderingly as your face absorbs the impact of a repugnant, warbling fart. "twelve." your voice wavers ever so slightly, your mouth waters at the tantalizing stench, and your pants begin to feel far too tight.
you're becoming much more spacey in your conversations with other partygoers between being your girlfriend's cushion in a sort of growing intoxication from her smell, your mind focusing on the anticipation of not knowing when she'll pull you aside again. the wetness that's been accumulating between your legs is becoming uncomfortable and impossible to ignore. thankfully, your girlfriend seems to picks up on this, because she frees you from the conversation and pulls you up the stairs.
in a guest bedroom now, door locked, your girlfriend guides you to the side of the bed, where you sink to the floor with your back against the mattress and head tilted up, heart pounding and cheeks red. she wiggles her hips in your face teasingly before plopping the doughy mounds of her ass onto your face, engulfing your features fully. a wet, rancid fart drums against your face for several seconds straight, warming your skin and giving you goosebumps. you sniff and sniff and sniff before remembering you'll be reprimanded if you don't speak up, so you begrudgingly pull away and exhale a breathless, "twenty-one."
you prepare to stand back up and return to the party, but your girlfriend's hand on your head stops you. "you've been so good, muffling all my farts for me. i'd be so embarassed if anyone heard or smelled these." at that, she ripped more rancid, burbling ass against your nose ("mmmh... twenty-two."). "thank goodness i have your face, baby. nobody likes sniffing my ass like you."
you make a desparate, pleading expression up at her. "yes... yes, i do," you begin, breathless and embarassed at first before your voice raises as your eagerness bubbles to the surface, anxious to please her in a bid for some sexual relief. your hands reach up to fondle her cheeks through her pants, peppering little kisses near her crack. "i like sniffing you."
she seems pleased with your response and affectionately ruffles your hair before gripping it and forcing your snout right back into her ass. "listen to me, now. i want you to touch yourself as i let the rest of my farts out in your face. you're going to huff them all up, and you're going to keep counting. and don't stop even as you come."
the finality of her declaration as well as the juxtaposition between her kindness and her domineering authority had you reeling. you nod fervently into her crack, reaching down to begin playing with yourself, suddenly keenly aware of how pent up you were. she begins her onslaught, any remaining gas she'd built up from her constant snacking at finger food slipping out with no exertion required. they rumble against your face, warm and thick and with nowhere to go but right up your nose. your work yourself up as you murmur out numbers loftily, your brain not much more than static fuzz as hot brassy and bubbly sounds fill your head.
at twenty-seven, she holds your head firmly in place and your eyes roll back, moaning between every sniff. her farts are deep and bassy and purr against your face, settling on your tongue and saturating your lungs.
at thirty-three, she pulls her pants down just under the heavy folds under her cheeks, revealing smooth skin and a candy red cotton thong, stained maroon with sweat. you're leaking through your underwear as she rubs your face up and down in the cushiony, slick valley of her ass, her farts vibrating your skull with their intensity, the heavy reek now like a dense fog around you.
and at forty, you hump your hand furiously, panting and sweating as your body shudders involuntarily, keening and groaning and still sniffing in between ecstatic exclamations as she lets you have it with a fart that doesn't seem to end. it burbles and rumbles, delicious and pungent and hot and thick, and it gives you the most satisfying high you've ever experienced as you ride it out until her gas finally sputters out completely
Just a cheeky little rabbot drabble inspired by a chat with @mrgoldsdearie while I work on some longer x reader stuff
summary: Robby enters the wrong shower cubicle at PTMC, and gets an eyeful.
tags/content warnings: nudity, swearing, nsfw but there's no smut, just peen....?, rabbot but only in the past, or is it????, two bros chilling in the same shower, five feet apart 'cus they're not gay*
*or are they?
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Blood was hardly the worst thing an ER doctor could end up covered in, but it was pretty fuckin’ grim nonetheless. Thankfully, the PTMC had showers for such an occasion, and that was where Robbie found himself after shift.
He sheds the scrubs in the locker room, and everything else down to his boxers, then grabs a towel from the stack and heads to the nearest cubicle. Shifts like this make him feel 20 years older than he already is - shit, not that he’s young anyway - and the soreness in his back is screaming. Unlike Langdon, he deals with it the same way he deals with everything else.
A lot of gritted teeth and swearing.
He swears, groans, and steps in. What should be the prelude to a hot, relaxing shower has his blood running cold and his skin getting hot as he hears the soft whump of a fumbled towel hitting the floor.
“Shit—“ Jack yells. “What the fuck, man?”
The night shift attending stands before him, balanced on his good leg, stark fuckin’ naked.
“Woah—” Robby says, stepping back without thinking and managing to shut himself in the cubicle. “You’re gonna take someone’s eye out with that.”
Jack Abbot is not a small man. Sure, plenty of men he knew carried themselves like their cock was the biggest in the room, and Jack was one of them (albeit more quietly than most), but unlike the rest of them he had the sheer fuckin’ length and girth to back it up.
Normally he’d swear that men did nothing for him, but the history he and Jack had was far from normal. During med school, he and Jack had…tested that theory. Drunk on whatever cheap booze would blunt the sharp edges of their stress and almost delirious from lack of sleep, they’d tangled like cheap jewellery. It had never gone beyond a kiss, but it so easily could have. They’d let nerves get the better of them – the fear of ruining the friendship, of years of awkward study and avoiding each other’s gaze – and promised to never talk about that kiss again.
And they never did.
But every now and then, he’d remember the taste of Jack’s lips – sweet and warm, the taste of alcohol and him – and the subtle but insistent nudge of something long and hard against his thigh. It had taken a cold shower and the thought of all those looming exams to calm his own cock back down.
“Hey,” Jack says, clicking his fingers in front of Robby’s face, “space cadet – maybe try looking somewhere else?”
“Shit, sorry—“ Robby blurts, shaking his head like it’s an etch-a-sketch to clear the memory. He thrusts the towel still clenched tight in his fist towards Jack. “But it looked at me first.”
Jack snatches it from his hand and covers himself back up. He nods at the blood still spattered over Robby’s face and arms. “Long day, huh?”
Robby nods.
“Hit the shower, man,” he sighs. There’s a pause, just shy of awkward. “Preferably one without someone in it.”
And so he does.
But when his hand touches that temperature dial, it’s cold water he chooses.
A/N: small continuation of @areafae's crossfangs ballroom snippet because I can't stop thinking about it. (I love the way she writes crossfangs so much)
As Scott all but dragged him onto the dance floor, Abolish did his best to settle his face into something less openly hostile. The vampire was, after all, the talk of town, and any attention Abolish would draw onto himself because of this dance would be impossible to shake off.
The song began. Scott led. Of course he did. The silver lining Abolish's suit backfired, in a way, as Scott placed his hand on Abolish's hip inside the jacket, to avoid the sizzling burn of silver. Nothing about this had Abolish wanting to smile, unlike Scott, who's ecstatic grin was bordering on inappropriate for this kind of high-class event.
Abolish couldn't help but notice, as the song went on, that Scott was guiding him away from Morcant, towards the other end of the dance floor altogether. Abolish simply focused on not tripping; going around the floor would be easy enough once he was out of Scott's grasp.
The song ended and Scott, having completed his mission of dragging Abolish to the far end of the room, gave him a smile and a nod. He didn't make any move to find another partner as the next song was announced, though.
If he wanted another dance, then fine.
Waiting for the very last minute, so it couldn't be fought, Abolish grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him into another dance; only this time, the vampire wasn't the one leading.
Seeing Scott stumble — ever so slightly, because he was still an expert at keeping his composure — through unfamiliar steps filled Abolish with a vicious sort of glee. Few men ever bothered to learn following steps, despite their usefulness. Abolish had used them plenty of times to get good information out of anyone who didn't want to be led — but regardless.
Every other beat, Scott would misplace a foot, and that satisfaction was enough to push aside the burning presence of his clawed hand on Abolish's neck, just inside his collar. Because of course, the silver refused to let him place it anywhere on Abolish's shoulder. The prickle of claws against the back of his neck had Abolish lock his jaw tight to avoid commenting on it.
If there was ever another event like this, where he knew Scott would be invited, he would line the inside of his jacket and vest with silver, instead. Seemed like the safer bet.
Just as Scott had pulled him away from Morcant, Abolish took the two of them back towards him. He couldn't bow and get away fast enough once the song ended.
Regaining his place standing next to Morcant, Abolish took the moment before his mentor acknowledged him — there was always such a moment — to survey the ballroom floor. Scott had vanished into the crowd of dancers, thankfully enough.
"Oh, Abolish!" Morcant exclaimed, now having noticed his protege — Abolish knew he'd been aware of his presence since he'd arrived. It was just something the old man liked to do. "How was your dance?"
"Horrid," Abolish replied, trying and failing to keep the venom in his voice to an acceptable level. "He's a good dancer but could afford to learn how to follow."
Morcant chuckled. "Well now, that went wonderfully, didn't it?"
Abolish could only sigh.
He stood in silence for a moment as another noble approached Morcant to chat. Occasionally, he could feel Scott's prickling stare making his hair stand on its end, even though he never could catch the vampire in return.
Time passed; despite his dances with Scott marking him as surely someone of some importance, Abolish was never invited to another dance. Must've been the silver.
His careful watch was interrupted once again by Morcant, now done speaking to the other noble. Morcant's gaze also had that prickling feeling to it, but it was less harsh than Scott's. The fact Abolish could tell the two apart told an unfortunate lot.
"I think you should be working in closer proximity with Scott, if he's as amicable to you as he made it seem," the elder noted.
Abolish felt a relent of bile rising in his throat at the thought.
"With all due respect," Abolish started, holding with much effort the sir that habitually punctuated that remark, "If I monitor him from any closer than I already do, I will not be held liable for the man I become."
The moment Scott had noticed Abolish's mask first slipping, he seemed to have made it his mission to catch the hunter off-guard as much as possible, to make him drop the act. It was infuriating, in part because there was nothing Abolish could do to make him stop.
Maybe the next time they met he'd shove his sword through Scott's chest and twist. That would teach him. Though Abolish had the unfortunate feeling that Scott would manage to take advantage of even that.
"Annoyance," not frustration, Morcant would read far too much into frustration, "is an emotion easily taken advantage of," he continued. "Scott knows that perfectly well and takes advantage of it as often as he can."
Morcant hummed in response. "Why does he annoy you so much, then?" The question was innocent enough, though Abolish knew it to be deliberate; he hadn't spent so much time working with Morcant to ignore the gleeful mischief held within.
"He has a way of getting under my skin," Abolish flatly answered. Truth be told he didn't quite know how; he didn't want to know either.
Scott would never miss a chance to draw a reaction out of him. He didn't know all of Abolish's buttons; but once one was spotted, you could be sure he never forgot it again. Abolish needed to keep his distance, otherwise something horrible would end up happening to either of them.
"Better keep a close eye on him, then," Morcant replied, like that wasn't the exact opposite to what Abolish had been saying. Given the playful light in his eye, Abolish knew this was a battle lost from the start.
Greetings! Got a request for ya for ex-gf!reader x Sonar and him trying his Harvard best for that second chance. PG-13 or higher for the NSFW elements.
Danke!
Omg sorry this took so long Anon, I LOVED this request and it really got away from me. 3000 words later.
I really hope you enjoy!
Second Chances
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| Paring: Victor “Sonar” x Ex-GF!Reader |
| Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, Hurt/Comfort, Cheating (mentioned), Pre-SDN!Sonar (Beginning), Horny!Sonar, Drug use (mentioned), Fluff, Multiple rounds, P in V Sex, Squirting |
| Rating: 18+ (NSFW) |
When you had gotten together with Victor you knew what you were getting into. You knew about his drug use, his promiscuous ways and his anger issues. You didn’t care, you thought you could handle it. You did handle it. For a whole year. He was never violent towards you, you two got into your fair share of spats but he always came back to you.
Until he didn’t.
That night felt different. You couldn’t put your finger on what it was but something felt… off. He had gone to that seedy villain bar you hated, he always ended up coming home worse for wear after those nights. Your phone had been oddly quiet, he was usually blowing you up when he got high, too eager to try to sext you in the lead up to the actual act when he got home. You hadn’t heard from him in hours, those hours turned into the rest of the night and you couldn't help but worry. You tossed and turned all night waiting for the dreaded call that would tell you Victor was dead in some random back alley.
When your phone did finally go off it was ten in the morning the next day. It was a text from him that just said;
| Vic <3: Omw back
| Me: Where were you?!
| Me: I was so worried!
Read 10:13 am
He fucking left you on read! Are you actually kidding?!
~
The sound of his keys in your apartment door roused you from the couch and sent you running over to him. He looked like he had a long night, his eyes looked tired and his fur was mussed, sticking up in various different directions. He toed off his shoes and stumbled ever so slightly. You shot your hand out to catch him but he brushed you off without a word. He draped his jacket on the back of the couch on the way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He never locked the door. Something was very wrong.
You took his jacket with the intention of hanging it up for him when something made you stop. The smell. Underneath the usual scent of cigarettes and booze was something unusual. Perfume. Not yours. He… he didn’t right? While you were worried out of your mind he was fucking someone else? No, you should wait and hear him out, maybe it’s a misunderstanding. Maybe he just had a woman hanging off of him before he told her to fuck off. You hung the jacket in the closet, just before you turned away you spotted something red. His left pocket was bulged out slightly. You stuck your hand in there only to come out with bright red lacy underwear. You dropped it immediately and fast-walked to the kitchen sink, washing your hands with blistering heat and enough roughness to scrape skin from your palms. Tears clouded your vision and your throat burned as you tried to hold them in. The feeling of arms surrounding your waist surprised you.
“Hey babe, what's for dinner tonight? I was thinking of nachos.”
His voice in your ear made you see red. Just like those underwear. Traitor. Cheater. Asshole.
“Babe? What's wrong?”
“You… aren't dead.” You whispered.
“Last I checked no.” He chuckled.
“So why the FUCK were you gone all night?!”
He stumbled back a little when you suddenly twisted in his arms and pushed his chest. Hard. He looked confused for a minute before his face morphed into his normal smirk that you loved so much. Right now it just made you angry.
“I was at Mals, I was way too drunk to fly home and my phone died.”
You shook your head.
“Yeah?! Are these Mals?!” You shoved past him to pick up the red lacy underwear on the front door mat between your pointer finger and thumb. You shoved them toward his face, tears finally falling. “You fucking her now?! I doubt that.”
His eyes widened.
“Baby, I can explain, I swear!”
Your voice lowered dangerously as you gave him a death glare. You stepped forward and shoved the offending garments into his chest.
“Get out. Take your garbage with you.”
~ Two months later ~
Two months. It had been two months and you missed Victor like he had left just yesterday. After you ended things with him you let him back in only to collect his things then you blocked his number. You stood now at the foot of your bed looking at one of his Harvard sweatshirts that you had stuffed in your closet. You debated just throwing it out rather than unblocking him and asking him to pick it up. You really didn’t know what happened to him. He could have finally gone to prison for all those scams he ran for all you know. The thought saddened you for a moment before you shook it off. You knew what you signed up for, you knew this was always a possibility. You just wanted to be wrong.
~
March
Flowers. There were flowers on your desk. You set down your stuff on your chair and gently plucked the note from inside the nest of pure white lilies.
‘You must be a private key, because without you, I’m worthless.’
It had to be him. Same crypto bro pickup lines that made you giggle when you first met him.
You tossed the flowers and the note in the garbage and continued your day.
April
Another bouquet, this time beautiful pink geraniums, and another note.
‘Are you my crypto wallet? Because I want to keep you safe.’
You scoffed and crumpled the note but kept the flowers. Only because they were a favorite of yours.
May
A cup of your favorite coffee from a small local cafe near your work.
‘I don't normally chase people but for you I'd put my crocs in sport mode.’
You actually laughed this time, drawing a few amused looks from your co-workers. You drank the coffee and kept the cup on your desk for the rest of the day.
June
You were at home on your day off when a knock at your door caught your attention. You looked out the peephole only to see absolutely nothing. Opening your door cautiously you were met with a box of your favorite chocolates. Written on the box in bold black sharpie;
‘Are you a deadline? Because I feel a sudden rush to impress’ - Vic
This is the first time he had left his name on any of the notes despite knowing exactly who the gifts were from. You brought the box in and over the next couple of days you ate them all, propping the box on your living room bookshelf.
July
Victor had been steadily trying to impress you over the last four months. His pick up lines were stupid and cheesy but they made you smile. Sunday evening you ended up with his sweatshirt on your lap playing with the sleeves as you turned on the TV in your living room.
“Breaking news! The mind control villain Blackout is rampaging through central Torrance. We urge everyone to stay inside as the Heros from the Z-team take on this monster.”
The reporter was gesturing frantically behind her to the helicopter footage of the fight. Fires burned as the man, Blackout, controlled a horde of lesser villains burning their way through the city. A jumble of people were at the center, heroes and villains alike fighting for the upper hand. A red portal appeared in the middle of the street in front of the chaos and a shape came flying through that you didn’t think you’d see ever again. Sonar in megabat form, with Malevola on his back, shot forward with devastating speed. They tangled with Blackout in a flurry of claws, teeth and blades. Without realizing you leaned forward in your seat and gripped his sweatshirt tighter. The helicopter couldn’t see much through the smoke. The reporter's voice was drowned out by the rush of blood in your ears and your eyes filled with anxious tears. Please please let him be okay.
Minutes passed, it felt like hours, your eyes never left the television. Slowly the smoke cleared and everyone was standing. Everyone but Victor. Melevola held his unconscious, hopefully not dead, form close. It looked like she was speaking to her teammates but you were already out the door. You didn’t live far from where the fight took place, with luck you could get there before emergency services took him to the hospital.
You’ve never run as fast as you did now. Tears streaked your now ash-covered cheeks as you vaulted over smouldering debris and ruined cars. You could see them, within your reach. Sonar was awake now, blood dripped from his head somewhere and stained his gray fur, his suit was torn and his signature tie was missing. He was standing on his own two feet beside Malevola while another one of his teammates, Flambe you think, is securing Blackout.
“Victor!”
Your voice cracked as you shouted his name desperately. He turned just in time for you to come barreling into him, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. He froze for a solid thirty seconds before his senses came back to him. He said your name disbelievingly and pressed you even tighter to himself.
“What are you doing here?! Were you here the whole time? You could have gotten really hurt!”
You peeked up at him.
“No Vic, I saw you on the news. I was really worried about you…”
He sighed softly and nuzzled his snout into your hair. You suddenly pulled away with a start.
“Oh my god, are you hurt!” You squeaked, putting your hands on his cheeks and searching him for serious injuries.
“Ah, maybe a few broken ribs and a minor concussion.” He shrugged, holding your hands to his face.
You gaped at him and he laughed.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. Mal can heal me, she already did most of the hard stuff and we were just waiting for her to heal before finishing me off.”
You genuinely forgot Malevola could heal others by taking on their injuries then healing herself. She nodded to you.
“Hey girl, how’s it goin’? Good to see you again.”
You returned the sentiment as she finished healing Sonar. You didn’t let go of him the entire time.
~
The next days were spent catching up with Victor. He started with an apology, then explained he was six months clean and counting. He also shared with you his short time in jail before he was recruited into the phoenix program. You unblocked his number and shared that his little gifts and pick-up lines over the last months were surprisingly effective. You forgave him after the third one. You knew he had changed, you could feel it.
Saturday evening you were curled up with him on your couch watching a movie. Well you don’t think he was really paying attention. You had chosen a low cut top and paired it with your smallest shorts. You had also picked a special underwear set in preparation for this night. You knew he would be easy to rile up. He always was, he thought more with his dick then his head. You pushed the thought that that is exactly what caused your breakup to the back of your mind. You’d just have to be better and ruin all other women for him.
Your thighs were on display having pushed the blanket off of you a few minutes ago. You swear you could see him drooling. You leaned heavily into his bicep that you had your arms wrapped around so the side of your clothed breast pressed to his skin.
“You are making it really hard to be a gentleman babe”
You looked up at him through your lashes.
“Maybe I don’t want you to be.”
That was all it took. His mouth was on yours in a second, tongue slipping between your lips to caress yours in a languid kiss. Movie forgotten he pulled you to straddle his lap, settling his hands on your waist where a sliver of your skin was showing. Your hands held his face and you moaned into his mouth. He pulled away to mouth at your neck being mindful of his fangs.
“God Vic, I missed you.”
He chirped happily whilst nibbling on your neck's sensitive spot. You thought he was so fucking adorable when he made those happy bat noises. You ran your hands through his fur, caressing behind his ears, upwards and gently massaged the tips between your fingers. His full-body shivered in delight. You smiled, grinding ever so slightly down on his growing erection and he released your neck to let out the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard.
“Damn babe, you’re gonna drive me crazy.”
“Good.” You replied.
He slipped his hands up your back toward the clasp of your bra before you stopped him. He tilted his head at you, pearly eyes confused for a moment before you pulled up your shirt.
“Got you a present.” You smiled and dropped your shirt to the floor. His face changed to absolute delight then to undeniable lust as he took in your new lacy underthings.
“Shit baby. You're incredible. So beautiful.”
He shoved his muzzle into the valley of your tits excitedly. Over his shoulder you got a good view of his tail going a mile a minute and giggled.
“I have two more things to give you Vic.” You carded your fingers through his head fur.
“Oh?”
You slipped off his lap, standing in front of him. You slipped your thumbs beneath the waist of your shorts and pulled them down, kicking them away with your foot before doing a twirl for him. He whistles low and makes grabby hands for you.
“No, not yet, that's only one of two.” You scolded his Impatience. Honestly you were almost at your limit yourself, but you had plans. You took two steps forward then sank to your knees in front of him, sliding your hands up his thighs to the waistband of his sweats. You pulled his pants down, he lifted his hips to help you (he wasn't wearing underwear because of course he wasn't) and were greeted by a mouthwateringly thick dick. You gripped him gently and gave a few pumps from base to tip before swallowing half of him in one go.
“Ohmygod!”
He jumbled out a moan. His head hit the back of the couch and his hands twined into your hair. Not pushing, never pushing, just holding you. Something to ground himself so he didn't immediately cum down your throat like a horny teenager. You hummed happily and started bobbing your head slowly. You missed him, you missed having him underneath you like this, at your mercy. Victor's hips twitched. You knew what he wanted. Sitting back on your heels you placed your hands in your lap and opened your mouth for him peering at him through your lashes.
His mouth fell slack before scrambling up from the couch as fast as possible, taking his place in front of you, tapping his cock on your outstretched tongue.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
You felt yourself gush, his low tone sending arousal straight to your pussy.
“Please fuck my throat baby, need you Vic.”
Victor groaned before giving you exactly what you wanted. He bundled your hair into a loose ponytail and led your lips to his dick.
“Relax your mouth honey, I'm comin’ in.”
You almost giggled if he hadn't nestled his cock in your throat so nicely your brain stopped working. After the first few thrusts to get you acclimatized he set a brutal pace, fucking your mouth like it was the last thing he would ever do. You sat there like a good girl, jaw slack and throat willing to take everything he gave you. Spit dripped down your chin and disappeared in the valley of your breasts.
“So pretty for me, taking me so well babe, shit!”
He continued to use you for a few minutes, stopping every so often to let you breathe.
“Fuck, we continue this I’ll cum. Wanna fuck your pussy baby, please?”
You pulled off of him.
“Yes, yes please fuck me! Please Vic, I need you!”
There was movement, you were pushed against something cold, his hands were everywhere pulling your bra down freeing your breasts. He kneaded them. Kissed your neck and pulled your panties to the side, too rushed to even pull them down your legs. Fingers dug into your hips before he slid home.
“Oh my goooood.” You sighed happily, feeling pleasantly full. Full of him. You felt every ridge of him dragging along your walls. He pressed so perfectly everywhere you needed him.
“You are so wet for me baby. Felt how easy I slid in?” His breath met the shell of your ear. “All for me hey?”
“Yes god Vic, all for you! Make me feel so fucking good.” You leaned the back of your head on his shoulder, his arm encircling your waist holding you tight to his body. One of your arms came back around his neck playing with the soft fur there. You whined when he ground into you this new angle providing the exact stimulation you needed. You were so so close. Just needed a little push to get you over that cliff edge.
Victors claw tipped fingers met your soaking bundle of nerves and you fucking exploded. Slick spilled down your thighs soaking his hand, his cock and your floor in cum, he continues to fuck you though your orgasm.
“Fuuuuck baby, came all over me. Look at yourself.”
His hand briefly met your jaw to bring your gaze upward. Your glassy eyes met your own reflection when you looked up. Out your balcony door the dark backdrop of the city provides a beautiful canvas to witness your own undoing. And Vic's if his slack jaw and flash of red in his eyes is anything to go by.
“Think you’ve got one more for me?”
You only nodded weakly already feeling another peak rising, coiling tight in your stomach.
“Good girl. Hang on to me.”
You gripped the back of his neck, with both hands this time, as he lifted you. You squealed in surprise. His arms hooked underneath your legs and his arms met behind your neck in a full nelson hold. You let your arms fall slack. He had you and he was going to absolutely use you. Skin meeting skin, loud moans and heavy breathing filled your apartment.
“Watch.” He commanded.
Your eyes met his in the reflection of your sliding glass door. Fuck you looked wrecked. To be fair though, so did he. His ears flicked and twitched and his eyes were half lidded, he was close.
“Please Sonar, please fill me. M-mark me. Make sure ev-eryone knows who I belong to-o.”
“Fuuuuck…”
You using his alias seemed to do something to him. His eyes narrowed even more, his mouth opened and a sharp pain filled your senses mixing with the pleasure. It made for a potent cocktail of sensory overload. His fangs sunk into you, not far enough to really hurt you but enough to draw blood and push you back over that edge. Your scream and the tightening of your pussy sent him tumbling after you. You felt yourself trembling, milking his pulsing cock for everything it was worth as he spilled into you.
After a minute or two of afterglow he released your neck and gently set you down, waiting for you to find your footing before sliding his dick out of you with an obscene ‘pop’. His cum mixes with yours coating the inside of your thighs. You slowly stretch out your back feeling a few satisfying cracks before groaning uncomfortably.
“Ugh, sex is great but the clean up is going to be a pain in my ass.”
Victor chuckled behind you.
“I know something else that could be a pain in your ass babe.”
He ran off to the shower before you could turn to wallop him.
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After you two had cleaned up and somehow managed to keep your security deposit in one piece you invited him to stay the night.
“I’ll order some food.” He said, already pulling his phone from between the couch cushions.
“I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend.” You leaned up and kissed him softly.
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Buck pants as Tommy rolls off of him, flopping down next to him with his own, equally heavy breaths.
“Fuck,” Buck grunts, grinning as he reaches over to Tommy, smoothing his hand over a muscular chest.
“Mmhm.” Tommy turns onto his side towards him, nose scrunching as a smile stretches across his face. Buck loves that smile, noticed it the day they met, thinks that smile might be the reason he went fucking insane trying to get this man’s attention.
Unable to resist, Buck leans in for a kiss. It’s chaste, considering the mind blowing sex they’ve just had. But sometimes those are his favourite, Buck thinks; a simple, easy meeting of lips, a kiss just to kiss, no expectations for more, just a way to stay close even after being as close as two people can possibly be.
Buck whines in protest when Tommy pulls away, hearing a huff of amusement in response before he’s being tugged into the other man’s arms. He’s pulled and arranged until his head is resting on Tommy’s strong chest and okay, Buck thinks, if they’re not kissing then this is the next best thing.
It’s not long before he’s drifting, not asleep but also not-not asleep. Just hovering in that quiet, pleasant space in-between. He’s warm, happy, satisfied, and Buck has the vague, faraway thought that he could lay here forever.
At least until Tommy’s chest starts shaking with barely suppressed laughter, which—
What the fuck?
Lifting his head, Buck gives Tommy a quizzical look, not sure what exactly is so funny.
“Sor-sorry,” Tommy coughs, waving a hand as laughter bubbles up to the surface now.
Buck runs through the last couple hours or so in his head, trying to figure out what’s so funny.
They’d had dinner, nothing new there. Buck had put on that new nature documentary that he’d been wanting to watch except that Tommy had been way too distracting and they’d ended up making out like teenagers instead.
That had been followed up with some truly spectacular foreplay — and Buck really needs to find out how Tommy does that thing with his tongue like yesterday, it was inspired, truly, before Tommy fucked Buck into the mattress like his goddamn life depended on it.
So, all in all, a really solid night. Nothing that should have Tommy bursting into uncontrollable fits of laughter.
“What is it?” He asks finally, giving up trying to figure it out on his own.
It’s a moment before Tommy answers, has to visibly force himself to stop laughing. Seeing the look on Buck’s face must help because he sobers pretty quickly before pulling Buck in for a light kiss and settled them both on their sides, facing each other.
“It’s nothing bad,” he starts, rubbing up and down Buck’s arms. “I was just thinking… remembering, really.”
He’s smirking now, a mischievous look in his eye. Buck’s about to ask what it is he was remembering but just as he opens his mouth, Tommy continues.
“You know, Evan, I never did thank you.”
“Thank me?”
“Yeah, for being such a good, dedicated, passionate ally.”
Buck groans as he suddenly remembers their first date, a little over six months ago now. He goes to lean back as he covers his face but Tommy pulls him back, chest shaking with mirth.
“Really, ten out of ten, no complaints. A must have for every gay man out there.”
“Fuck off,” Buck grumps, but doesn’t resist when Tommy suckers him in for another kiss. They’re both smiling too wide — Tommy, from laughter, Buck from embarrassment, so it’s not much more than a light press of lips.
“Would’ve bagged me an ally sooner if I’d known how dedicated they’d be in their… allyship,” Tommy murmurs, pressing another kiss to his brow, right over his birthmark.
Pressing Tommy back into the mattress, Buck hides his face in the crook of the other man’s neck, face warm as he shakes his head.
“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
“I think it’s sweet,” Tommy says, stroking his hair. “As terrible as that date was, you were adorable even in your obliviousness.”
Buck smiles, warmth blossoming in his chest. He’s not sure why, but every time Tommy tells him he’s adorable it’s like his heart feels too big for his chest, like it doesn’t know how to handle all of this love and affection it’s being fed and is set to burst.
“You know, it wasn’t easy walking away that night,” Tommy says, pressing his soft lips to the top of his head. “But you didn’t seem ready. And maybe a bit selfishly, I knew that if I was going to have you that I wanted all of you, not just bits and pieces doled out in the dark where no one could see.”
They haven’t actually talked about that first date like this before, not really. They’ve acknowledged it, certainly, but they’ve never deconstructed it in any depth like they are now.
“I’m glad you walked away that night,” Buck says honestly. “I was an ass— no, I was, and you walking away helped me realize what I wanted in a way that I hadn’t really been willing to before.”
Tommy hums, fingers trailing along the back of his neck, tracing random patterns.
“You certainly came to terms with it a lot quicker than I expected. A lot quicker than I did,” Tommy comments, referring to what Chim often refers to as his sexuality crisis speedrun after hearing the full story of how they got together.
“I had a really great incentive,” Buck says, grinning up at Tommy.
Why is it in fics when Zeus discovers Percy's existence early, it's always Sally who gets killed off as punishment? Why not Zeus punishing Poseidon by turning him mortal? It's not like it's the first time he did that. Plus, makes more sense to me than why Apollo got turned mortal in TOA. Maybe, Zeus punishes Poseidon by making him mortal until the great prophecy is over, be it the sea spawn or someone else's.
Imagine mortal Poseidon awkwardly knocking on Sally's door with a sheepish look on his face, explaining what happened and asking her for help and a place to stay and in return he'll help with raising Percy and keep him out of trouble. And ofc, Sally helps him. She still loves him afterall. Also, Poseidon flirts with her, saying how thankful he is, and saying how wonderful she is.
Imagine little Percy being confused at seeing a new guy in their living room, making his mom laugh. Sally introduces Poseidon as Percy's dad, he finally was found after being lost in sea for years! (Poseidon raised an amused eyebrow at that, but played along) Percy is ofc ecstatic! He's so happy his dad returned! Also, It means mom wouldn't have to date that weird stinky man she met at the store!
So, yeah. The first few weeks of them living in a tiny apartment. Sally working during the day, teaching Poseidon how to clean and cook and normal mortal things he doesn't know by night. Poseidon trying to get used to being a mortal while trying his best to protect Percy when walking his son to school and back, thankful that he had the foresight to assign some loyal Cyclops to watch over his son so he was able to get a decent weapon from them.
A typical day for him is waking up to Sally softly shaking him awake as she's about to leave for work, Poseidon taking a quick shower to energize himself and get started with preparing Percy's school bag, packing up the homework they did together last night, and a quick ham and cheese sandwich and juice box for lunch, before waking up his son in fun ways, such as, tickling him awake, or pulling his blankets away, etc. 'cooking' breakfast aka 2 bowls of cereal (for now until he learns more), amusedly watching his son run around trying to get ready for school, making sure he has his weapon hidden on him, walking his son to his primary school, waving him goodbye at the gates, patrol the area for monsters and slay them before they get to close, try and practice any of his powers, Zeus didn't take them all, since he still gets healed and energized by water. Talk to the river nymphs to pass on messages to Atlantis, just updates on how he's doing, pick up his son from school, visit Sally in the candy shop with Percy, go home, help Percy with homework, with a lot of water and sea comparisons, 'help' Sally with making dinner (her teaching him how to cook), listening to Percy retell what happened in school during dinner, watching Sally tuck in Percy for the night, and repeat.
Maybe Percy saw his dad slay a monster when they were walking home, maybe a hellhound got too close, and is ofc, scared and confused. But his dad saved him so he trusts him. And Poseidon promised to explain what happened once Sally is home with them, they'll explain together. And Percy, frustrated at being asked to wait, but reluctantly agreed, he wants his mom anyways after that scare, stayed close to dad the rest of the walk, eyeing every alleyway, paranoid.
When Sally got home, Poseidon pulled her aside and explained what happened, telling her that they need to explain to Percy what he is, and that he needs to start going to camp. Ofc, Sally refuses, she'll agree to explaining that monsters are real and that Percy needs to be careful, but not to camp, he's only 8 yrs old! Why can't Poseidon just protect her baby like he said he will? Poseidon points out that Percy needs to learn how to protect himself someday, and he can't be with him all the time, like in school, and, how about a compromise? Percy goes to camp once per week, maybe on Saturdays, he'll even let Sally inside the barrier to oversee Percy's training, once he talked with Chiron about the arrangement. Plus, there's a 8 yr old girl in camp that just joined last year, maybe Percy can have a friend that understands his troubles? And Sally reluctantly agrees. Once a week, and she gets to watch.
So, they explained everything to Percy, that monsters are real, he's a demigod, and dad is/was a god, and that he's sorry for leaving them, but it was the Law, and that he needs to go to Camp to learn how to fight monsters.
Once in camp, Annabeth got curious at the new kid who's her age, who has his mom and dad with him, with Chiron bowing to the dad, and answering the mom's questions. The dad, somehow, agreed to be the water fighting instructor, for once a week when his child was at camp, and the mom gets to supervise his camp activities. The new kid doesn't sleep in any cabin since he always went home after campfire with his parents. Annabeth, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, started to go out of her way to talk to him. And slowly became friends with him. Once Annabeth told him how she loved playing with Legos, Percy brought his small bucket of Legos with him the following week to play with her. Once, Percy complained about a history essay he had to finish by Monday, and Annabeth helped him write it in between their (ahem) 'child-level' training. (They're 8! Way too young for the normal training level.)
Poseidon cheekily waving hi to Dionysus, enjoying being in the presence of kids who think he's so cool, and able to leave camp whenever, only teaching once a week and able to freely interact with his kid.
Sally bringing cookies for Percy and his new friend Annabeth to snack on in-between studying and training, the one who has a box of colorful bandages for small cuts and bruises, not serious enough for nectar/ambrosia/medbay, (Chiron warned her that too much will burn them up literally, and it's easier to overdose with how small they are, so, iodine and bandages for scrapes and bruises for now) and a camera to record her baby's achievements no matter how small. First time canoeing with dad? Snap! First time wearing armor? Snap! First time campfire s'mores with Annabeth? Snap!
This! Gods, I have so many ideas for this au. Please, if anyone writes this, please tag me.
I float listlessly in the control room, legs curled up tight against my carapace. I should still be trying to find a solution to the problem, but what's the point? No astrophage means no fuel. No protection from radiation.
I'm dead in space.
I was so close. And now me and my people were going to die.
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I lose track of time.
At some point I think I hear a clang on the hull but I ignore it. Probably something else breaking…
Another clang. I reluctantly uncurl my legs.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
I tuck my legs back against my body with a whimper. Am I already getting sick from radiation? Surely I'm only imagining the sounds. There's no way—
Rocky!
Every part of me freezes at the sound vibrating along the hull. It can't be…
I don’t know if you can hear me! But I’m here, buddy! I’m on your hull!
No. He's not— Why would he—
I have my EVA suit radio on! Same frequency as always! Say something! Let me know you’re okay!
I'm scrambling for the communication equipment before I even register the need to move.
Rocky!
I find the right frequency. Static hissed.
Rocky?!
“Grace, question?”
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