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Ocean Eyes: Chapter 1 (Orm Marius x Reader)

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Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.  You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.  After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4134

A/N: This is the first chapter for a (probably) 4-5 chapter fic

Also: Our boy Orm deserves some love so this happened.

Normally, you actually like water; after all, it’s an integral part of your life as a marine biologist. 

You’ve spent countless hours immersed in the briny depths, studying the mysteries that lie beneath the surface. In the embrace of the watery depths, you’ve unravelled the secrets of hidden ecosystems, marvelled at the kaleidoscope of marine life, and witnessed the symbiotic dance between predator and prey. The ebb and flow of tides, the rhythmic movement of ocean waves – these are the elements that typically elicit admiration and wonder from you. 

However, this affection for water does not extend to rain, especially when it chooses to make an unannounced entrance when you’re out for a walk along the seaside.

As the heavens open up unexpectedly, you find yourself caught off guard, the rhythmic pitter-patter of raindrops on the sand disrupts the usual symphony of your thoughts. A muttered curse slips through your lips, a reflexive response to the inconvenience of precipitation, and you hastily reach for your umbrella.

The once-clear sky, a former blue sphere, now cloaks itself in shades of grey, as you struggle with the umbrella, desperately attempting to shield yourself from the sudden downpour threatening to soak you through.

“Thank god,” you mutter under your breath when you finally manage to open the umbrella before being drenched. 

As you trudge along the wet sands, your now open umbrella in hand, the lack of shelter becomes painfully apparent. The vast openness of the seaside, which had promised freedom and expansiveness, now offers no refuge from the relentless rain. 

The sea, once a source of inspiration, now seems indifferent to your plight, its waves crashing rhythmically as if mocking the irony of a marine biologist seeking escape from the rain. 

Amidst the relentless downpour, your attention is drawn to a solitary figure at the edge of the beach. Despite the bad weather and the onslaught of rain, the man remains unwavering.

His gaze is steadfastly directed towards the open expanse of the ocean. 

Even from afar you can tell that he’s completely soaked, his blonde hair clings stubbornly to his head, and his clothes adhere to his form like a second skin.

Intrigued by the enigmatic scene, you find yourself pausing in your own battle against the weather, momentarily captivated by the man’s unwavering focus. The rhythmic cadence of the rain seems to fade into the background as you observe the drenched stranger.

Curiosity propels you towards him, each step accompanied by the squelching sound of wet sand beneath your shoes.

Instinctively, you move closer to the man on the edge of the beach, extending the canopy of your umbrella to encompass both of you.

He turns around, surprise evident in his expression, as if awakening from a deep reverie. It becomes clear that your approach went unnoticed, his focus entirely absorbed by the vastness of the open ocean. The sudden shelter you provide seems to bring him back to the present moment.

As your gaze flickers over him, you find yourself inadvertently appreciating the details of his appearance. His smooth skin contrasts with a well-groomed stubble, and his piercing blue eyes hold a hint of depth, perhaps mirroring the expanse of the sea he was lost in moments ago. Expressive eyebrows, a straight nose, and pink lips contribute to an overall attractiveness that stands out even amidst the dampness and the downpour - perhaps the rain even intensified this as your eyes follow the path of a raindrop as it traverses his forehead and nose, eventually dripping from the tip.

Despite the adverse weather, it’s evident that he takes care of himself. The rain reveals the contours of a muscular physique beneath his soaked clothes. A defined chest, broad shoulders, and sculpted arms speak of a physicality that has weathered more than just the current storm.

A quiet “thank you” escapes his lips, accompanied by the subtle curve of a smile that plays on them. As he holds your gaze, his blue eyes reveal more than words convey. There’s an intensity in his look, a depth that suggests the weight of unspoken thoughts resting behind those expressive eyes.

As he breaks the gaze and turns back to the open sea, his presence lingers, all-consuming, and you find yourself unable to simply walk away. Instead, you remain rooted in your spot, holding the umbrella over both of you.

The rhythmic rise and fall of the waves draws your attention, each wave pooling onto the smooth surface of the sand before dispersing like foam. The ocean, in its relentless dance, momentarily recalls its waters, leaving behind a glistening trail of wet sand in its wake.

As you stand there, sheltered under the umbrella, the tableau before you becomes a canvas of contrasts – the vast expanse of the open sea, the ephemeral beauty of the waves, and the tangible presence of the stranger beside you. The sound of raindrops on the umbrella becomes a quiet rhythm, harmonizing with the natural symphony of the seaside.

It really has been ages since you allowed yourself to simply take in the beauty of the ocean and breathe. The thoughts of work, responsibilities, and the hustle of daily life seem to dissolve, rendered insignificant in the face of the vast, timeless expanse of the open sea.

Under the shared umbrella, the ceaseless rhythm of the waves becomes a soothing lullaby, and the salty tang of the sea air fills your lungs with a refreshing breath. The worries and stresses that usually occupy your mind are momentarily eclipsed by the sheer tranquillity of the moment.

With each inhale, you absorb the invigorating sea breeze, and with each exhale, you release any lingering tension. The rain, which was once an inconvenience, now feels like a gentle cleansing, washing away the mental clutter that often accompanies the demands of everyday life.

Normally, your beach walks are just a way to clear your head with familiar surroundings but nothing more than that. So you sift through your thoughts and you ponder the possibility of having seen the man before but his regal demeanour and striking looks leave no trace in your recollections.

Breaking the comfortable silence, you voice your curiosity, “I haven’t seen you here before…” He turns to you, fixing his intense gaze on your face, awaiting your words. “Are you from here?” you inquire.

A subtle smile graces his lips, a fleeting acknowledgement of your question. His hand glides over his chin, tracing the stubble that accentuates his features. Your gaze follows the motion, noting the details - the thickness of his hands, the length of his fingers, and the neatly trimmed nails.

“No,” he begins, and as if sensing your curiosity, he offers a bit more insight, “I’m from far away. I’m… just passing through.”

Despite the cryptic nature of his words, you find yourself captivated by the mysterious charm he exudes. His subtlety and intensity draw you in, leaving you with a desire to unravel the layers behind those enigmatic blue eyes.

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you!” you express with a genuine smile. Taking the initiative, you extend a hand in introduction.

In response to your greeting, he graces you with a full-blown, toothy smile that illuminates his face. His eyes sparkle, reminiscent of sunlight dancing on water, and the skin around his eyes crinkles with the warmth of the expression.

You… want to see that more often, you think. You’d like to be the reason for that infectious smile, to be the reason behind the sparkle in his eyes, and to cast away the haunted look that seems to linger within their depths.

“Happy to make your acquaintance,” he responds, his hand enveloping yours with a firm grasp. As his long fingers curl around yours, a subtle current of electricity prickles at the point of contact, and you find yourself missing his touch when he drops your hand.

“I’m Orm,” he introduces himself.

“Orm,” you test the pronunciation of his name, and you catch the flicker of his eyes as they briefly lower to your lips.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name,” you remark, your curiosity piqued. 

In response, he shrugs, a somewhat sheepish expression crossing his features. “As I said, I am not from here,” he adds.

“If you ever need a tour guide, let me know,” you offer, extending a friendly invitation. His eyebrows raise in response, and you catch a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “I know a few nice places… some even provide a better view of the ocean.”

As a gust of wind swirls around you, the dampness of your clothes coupled with the cold air sends a shiver down your spine, and goosebumps emerge on your skin. The sudden chill causes you to freeze, the contrast between the warmth of the moment shared under the umbrella and the elements outside becoming palpable.

In contrast, you observe Orm, still drenched but seemingly unaffected by the cold.

The offer to be his tour guide hangs in the air, and for a brief moment, a subtle fear creeps in. Was it too forward? Does he wish to cut the conversation short, politely concealing any desire to decline?

A sense of relief washes over you as Orm’s response breaks the brief tension. 

“That would be nice,” he says, his eyes straying back to the expanse of the ocean as if lost in thought.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain envelops you both in a cocoon, creating a serene backdrop to the moment. Despite the logical inclination to seek shelter and escape the rain, something within you resists the notion of leaving. A peculiar reluctance binds you to the spot as if an invisible force tethers you to Orm’s calming presence.

Standing beside him, you feel a sense of grounding and tranquillity it’s a sensation that you haven’t experienced before - well, if you’re honest with yourself, you have felt it before. It’s the same feeling you get near or in the ocean.

Maybe it’s his eyes. His deep, blue eyes seem to hold all the mysteries of the sea, mirroring the tranquil rhythm of the rain and the timeless expanse of the ocean.

____

A few days later you see him again and you find yourself back at the same spot.

Today, the weather is vastly different - there’s no rain, and the sun graces the scene with its warm glow.

As you approach the familiar location, the memories of the previous meeting flicker in your mind. You wonder how Orm will look in the bright sunlight - he had already been a vision when completely drenched.

When he comes into view, you find that he’s even more striking than before, 

He is clad in a basic black shirt and matching slacks, the fabric sits snugly on his broad frame, accentuating the contours of his muscular body. The sunlight enhances the contrast, casting a play of shadows that dance along the lines of his thick body.

The blonde hair, now dry and therefore lighter in the sun, is neatly combed back, reflecting the sunlight like strands of golden thread, creating an almost ethereal aura around him.

His gaze is fixed on the sea again. With his head held high and arms folded behind his back, there’s a regal air about him.

“Orm! Hey,” you greet him, genuine warmth in your voice as you approach, happy to see him again. As he turns around to face you, there’s a radiant smile on his lips.

The sunlight adds a gleam to his features as he returns your greeting.

“So, what do you want to see?” you ask Orm, eager to tailor the experience to his preferences. “Have anything in mind?”

He responds with a gracious simplicity, “No, I leave that in your capable hands.”

You can’t help but feel a subtle warmth creeping across your cheeks because he really is rather sweet and charming.

So you clear your throat before speaking, “I promised you some nice places to see the ocean, so let’s do that.”

With a subtle gesture, you signal it’s time to leave, and you start walking with Orm following closely behind. As you set the pace, you observe him adjusting his strides to match yours, a small yet thoughtful gesture that makes your heart beat faster. It’s rare that a guy just does that without having to be asked.

He slips his hands into his pockets, seemingly unsure of what to do with them.

“We’re gonna have to drive a bit,” you mention, looking up at Orm, and tugging your lip between your teeth, “Is that fine for you?”

You gesture towards your small blue car and watch Orm’s gaze as his eyes shift from you to the car before nodding slowly, “Sure.”

As you lead the way, Orm walks behind you, and you notice a hesitation in his movements when you reach the car. He doesn’t do anything until you open your door, watching your movements. To you, he looks a bit lost, as if he’s unsure about how to open the door. But you disregard that thought, it is probably just your mind playing tricks.

As you both get into the car, the doors closing with a reassuring thud, you settle into your respective seats.

“If you need more leg space, feel free to adjust the seat,” you offer, considering he is taller than you.

 He meets your gaze with those striking blue eyes before nodding, “Sure, but I’ll be fine.”

Orm’s gaze wanders around your car, and you notice his eyes catching on the seashell chain dangling from the rearview mirror. His hand raises, and his fingers delicately trace over the hard exteriors of the shells. The gesture carries a certain intimacy as if he’s unravelling the stories embedded in each shell.

The image in your mind briefly diverges, envisioning those deliberate touches on your skin with the same care and intensity. You swallow dryly as you try to remember why you’re here - to show him some spots, to be his friend, not to fuck him.

As you start the car, the engine humming to life, you catch what seems like a subtle jump in the corner of your eyes from Orm. However, you dismiss it, attributing it to a trick of the mind or perhaps a momentary startle that often accompanies the sudden sounds of a car coming to life.

“Do you mind fastening your seatbelt?” you ask, your concern for safety evident in the request. Sure, he’s muscular and fit but in case of an accident that won’t help him much sadly.

Orm nods in acknowledgement, and his eyes meet yours as you secure your seatbelt before mirroring the motion.

He is rather strange.

_____

The drive unfolds in a quiet contentment, accompanied by the soft murmur of the radio playing music at a low volume. Orm, for the most part, gazes out of the window, seemingly lost in thought or captivated by the passing scenery. As the sunlight plays on his face, casting gentle shadows, you find yourself fascinated by the play of light, accentuating his features.

At some point you start humming, caught in the melody of a song and even sing quietly along. After a few beats you notice that Orm’s gaze is fixed on you now, an intensive look in his blue eyes as he studies you with a depth that makes you feel vulnerable.

As you become aware of it, a blush creeps across your cheeks. To your surprise, Orm responds with one of those sweet smiles before breaking eye contact and redirecting his attention to the scenery outside the window again.

“We’re here,” you announce to Orm, bringing the car to a stop. The engine’s hum fades as you turn it off, and you both step out.

You brought him to a medium-high cliff site.

The cliff, standing just a few feet above the ocean, is characterised by weathered stones, carved over time by the relentless touch of the water. It’s not a typical beach setting, but the raw beauty of the scene never fails to captivate you.

Below, the waves crash with a rhythmic symphony, their energy echoing against the stone walls in a natural percussion. Each surge sends sprays of seawater into the air, catching the sunlight like a cascade of liquid diamonds before dissipating into the sea breeze.

The sun, hanging high in the sky, bathes the entire scene in a warm, golden glow. It casts its warm embrace upon the waves, creating a dazzling display as the light interplays with the water that reflects the brilliance of the sun. The golden rays catch in the frothy crests of the wave.

A small path, worn by time and exploration, winds its way down the cliffside side presumably leading to a beach down below.

In the stillness of this remote haven, away from the clamour of the city and the watchful eyes of the world, the air carries a purity that is both invigorating and calming. As you close your eyes and inhale deeply, the crisp, clean air fills your lungs, creating a sense of tranquillity that is uniquely serene.

As you stand there a realization dawns upon you - you’ve never brought someone here before. Yet, as you stand there with Orm, the decision to share this sacred place with him feels instinctive, as if his presence harmonizes with the essence of the surroundings.

Deep within your consciousness, a recognition stirs, an understanding that his eyes mirror the tranquil beauty of this place. There’s an unspoken connection between him and the sea, a sentiment that resonates with the rugged cliffs, crashing waves, and untamed nature surrounding you both. It’s as if his very presence is an extension of the landscape - a kindred spirit to the ocean.

“Beautiful,” Orm’s quiet voice interrupts your reverie, prompting you to turn around and face him, finding that his gaze is fixed on you, not on the breathtaking scenery that surrounds you.

“Yeah, I come here to think - I just feel like I can breathe here,” you share, offering a glimpse into the personal significance this place holds for you. 

As you speak, you notice that Orm’s eyes remain glued to your form, not wandering to the sea. His intense gaze seems to linger on you as if captivated by something beyond the natural beauty of the landscape. You feel your heartbeat in your whole body and electricity coursing through your skin.

Orm steps closer his intense blue eyes never leaving yours. With a gentle touch, he lifts a wayward lock of hair that has fallen in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear.

The gesture is tender, a subtle connection that transcends words. The proximity and the soft touch create a moment suspended in time, the crashing waves and the untouched beauty of the surroundings fading into the background. 

Your breath catches in your throat, momentarily you forget to breathe as you feel his warm skin on your face.

You can’t help but notice the vibrant glow in Orm’s eyes. The sunlight catches in the deep blue hues, and they seem to come alive with a vivid intensity. His gaze, vibrant and open, mirrors the brilliance of the sun that bathes the surroundings.

At that moment, his eyes are a reflection of the untamed beauty of the sea, filled with depths and mysteries that seem to echo the vastness of the ocean. 

Orm’s proximity brings with it an enveloping scent that fills the air around you. It’s a fragrance that captures the essence of the sea, a symphony of the breeze, sea salt, and the unmistakable aroma of the beach. 

As you breathe in, the familiar notes of the sea transport you to the shoreline, the rhythmic sounds of the waves echoing in your mind. 

It is as if he’s water itself.

In the silence, with Orm’s hand gently cradling the side of your face, you notice the subtle movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallows. In a moment of courage, you decide to close the distance.

With a small, bold step on your toes, you reach for his lips, closing the gap between you and Orm. The kiss is a gentle meeting, a fusion of shared connection and unspoken emotions. The crashing waves and the sea breeze seem to hold their breath as if nature itself is pausing to witness this intimate exchange beneath the warm glow of the sun.

Orm’s response is immediate and enveloping. Instead of pulling back, he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you even closer against his frame. The kiss deepens a mutual exchange that goes beyond words. The embrace is strong and intimate as if the crashing waves below have found their echo in the connection between you and Orm.

Time seems to slow, and the kiss becomes a shared moment suspended in the tapestry of the cliffside sanctuary. The scent of the sea, the warmth of the sunlight, and the touch of his lips create a harmonious symphony, blending with the timeless rhythm of the waves below. 

You feel Orm’s stubble against your skin. The subtle scratch of his facial hair becomes a grounding force, connecting you to the present moment, reminding you that this is happening.

It is as if your entire being comes alive.

Every touch, every nuance of the kiss, is a vibrant testament to the living, breathing connection between you and Orm. 

Breathless, you break the kiss, and as you look at Orm, he appears positively ravishing. The sea breeze plays with his tousled hair, and the sunlight casts a golden glow upon his features.

His eyes reflect a sense of wonder as if the shared moment was something extraordinary and beyond expectation. And then, with a captivating smile, he pulls back slightly, tracing his tongue over his bottom lip, savouring the taste of the kiss.

“That was unexpected,” Orm says, his intense gaze unwavering as he keeps his eyes firmly on you.

“Unwelcome?” you question,  searching for reassurance.

“No, I didn’t say that. It was most welcome,” he assures you with a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a genuine appreciation for the shared moment.

“It’s different from what I thought or expected,” Orm mumbles quietly, his expression turning thoughtful, the words almost lost in the hushed tone.

“What?” you ask, a hint of confusion in your voice, urging him to repeat himself since you didn’t quite catch what he was saying.

“Oh, nothing,” Orm dismisses with a subtle smile, as if choosing to keep certain thoughts close to himself and not to elaborate further. 

You lose your train of thought as soon as Orm reaches for your hand, giving it a subtle, reassuring squeeze, telling you without words that you shouldn’t worry about it.

Orm gently releases your hand, his attention drawn to the scenic surroundings. Taking a few steps forward, he moves closer to the edge of the cliff, where he peers down at the undulating water below. 

In the soft glow of the sunlight, his features come alive, it paints him with warmth, casting a radiant glow that enhances every detail. The light highlights the slight tousle of his hair as the wind delicately weaves through it.

Orm turns to you again, his eyes reflecting a deep appreciation for the surroundings. “I can understand why you come to this place,” he says, his voice carrying a sincere tone. “It really is something special.“

You nod in agreement and offer a warm smile. “Are you hungry?” you ask because the rumble in your own stomach suggests it’s time for a meal. Orm seems to ponder for a moment, considering the idea, and then he agrees with a subtle nod.

Curiosity piqued, you ask, “What do you feel like eating?”

His response is straightforward. “I’d like a burger with fries and a Guinness.”

A grin spreads across your face as you reply, “I know a spot that serves good burgers. I’m not too sure about the Guinness though - but I’m sure you’ll find something.”

Orm nods in satisfaction and you suggest getting back to the car.

“Lead the way, oh guide of tours,” Orm says, his choice of words eliciting a snort from you at the quirky phrasing.

As you both settle into the car, you take the driver’s seat and start the engine. 

Without many words, Orm carefully places a hand on your thigh. 

Initially, it’s just the featherlight touch of his fingertips, but when he senses your ease, he gently lays his hand down, spreading his fingers to cover as much space as possible.

The warmth of his touch seeps through the fabric of your jeans, a searing heat that radiates from your leg, enveloping your entire body. Turning your head towards him, you find his gaze fixed on you and in response, you offer a warm smile.

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Day 11 of Kinktober: Swimming Around With Arthur Curry

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out, eating out

Y/N’s POV

Arthur took me this magical place that I’ve never seen in any books or the internet before but it looks so majestic and the plants, never seen before either.

“Where are we?” I say still looking around at the place.

“This is where I became king of the ocean.” He says behind me.

“Really? Where were you at in this place when you became king?” I turn around and said.

“Right down that pond.” He points at the pond.

“What’s down there?” I question.

“The Karathen.“ He whispers in my ear.

“Is that where we’re going to, is that why you brought us here?” I look at him.

“Oh god no, we’re going over there.” He points to a waterfall.

“That looks gorgeous.” I look at the waterfall.

“You wanna go for a swim?” He asks.

“Yeah sure.” I said.

Arthur and I get undressed and Arthur dives into the pond where the waterfall is. He pops out of the water and swims up to me.

“The water feels great Y/N/N.” He says.

I look at him and then look at the water, I get in the water and the water does feel good! Arthur wraps his arms around my body to guide me where he’s going to. I lay my head on his shoulder, holding on to him as well.

We get behind the waterfall and the wall looks like it has crystals all of it, it looks beautiful.

“This looks beautiful Arthur.” I unwrap myself from Arthur.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He smirks.

I look down and chuckle.

I sit on a small edge where the wall of crystals are, Arthur swims towards me and getting up to my level, I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. I hold him close to make us be nose to nose.

“How you feelin’?” He says in a deep voice.

“I’m fine.” I chuckle.

“You wanna try something?” He whispers in my ear.

“What?” I ask.

He looks at me, he leans in and kisses me, I smile in the kiss, I wrap my legs around him and he takes us to a different wall. I tug on his hair and he kisses my neck which made me moan.

He stops kissing my neck and looks at me with those blue eyes, he goes under water and I can feel him touch my body and I feel something inside me, how can this be possible? I moan even louder and I can feel him touching me under water and his tongue touching my clit. He continues to do this for a minute or two and then I hear something in the water even though the water fall is so loud I feel like nothing can hear me scream in pleasure.

I stop Arthur from eating me out and to make him see what I’m hearing, it’s a fish that I’ve never seen before in my life.

“Y/N/N, you don’t have to worry about what’s going to happen, I’m here to protect you.” Arthur says cresting my cheek.

“Arthur I’m scared about anything in this area and I’m just scared something might happen to me with who or what is out there.” I said holding him close to me.

“That’s why I’m here to protect you, animals can understand me and I can understand them, believe me Y/N, I love you so much, I wouldn’t let a bug get near you.”

I think I’m blushing, he’s so sweet to me and he would kill anything if someone or something would try to hurt me, I love him.

“Arthur, can we kiss again? I actually feel safe with you when you do that.” I softly touch his hair.

“Anything to make my girl happy.” He smirks.

He kisses me and it felt like we were kissing for hours but it felt like it was 6 minutes. I felt things surrounding us but I kept on kissing him, I feel so safe with him.

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𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞

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𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝘆

“You’ve still got plenty to give,” Arthur commands, one elbow resting on the edge of his throne, his head tilted ever so slightly to watch the way your bouncing, albeit haphazard now, sends ripples through your thighs all the way up, “keep fucking yourself.” 

you might be able to do what he demands of you, had his free hand not been pressed to your sex, large finger pads rubbing lazily against your puffy clit. he’d been teasing you for so long, edging you for so long that your legs keep trying to give out on you, making it impossible to ride him in a smooth, skillful motion. 

instead, you jounced up and down, crying out to punctuate each time your ass smushed against his thighs, the force at which his cock barrels into you per his demands making you lightheaded. 

bracing yourself with both hands on the expanse of his shoulders, you try to ease off of him, allowing an inch or two to slide free from your body before you pause, and close your eyes tight, your breath shaky, your thighs trembling. 

“I— I need… a m—minute—“ 

“Why? Are you already too sensitive?” his fingertips press against your button, pinching it hard until your hips are jutting, hoping to escape the torture. you nod, and his brows knit together, pensive, before his hand careens upwards, grasping your waist and pulling you back down flush against his lap, filling you to point of crying out, “Very well. You can take those sixty seconds impaled on my cock. Then, you can continue.” 

your nails threaten to scrape at his skin, your eyes watering. the constant, deep throb of his girth in your belly is one of the sensations you were hoping to take a break from, but you can’t rightfully deny the Ruler of Atlantis in his own kingdom— not while you were merely a guest, an ambassador. 

“And then?” you ask, breathless, one hand sagging to feel your belly. from the inside, you felt so full that you might burst, but you smooth your palm over it and feel merely a faint lump of his shape against it. “After I’ve satisfied you, your highness?” 

“I’ll have you cum, finally.” Arthur’s brow quirks. “And after that, my queen will have her turn with you.” 

𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗯𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗲 

“Don’t stop!” it’s you that’s begging, because Bruce has you twisted in just the right position to overwhelm you. one of his massive hands is splayed against the obsidian behind your head, keeping his upper half level and hovering over you, so as not to suffocate you, while the other pushes your right leg up at the knee. his jaw is clenched, brows furrowed, as he multitasks. keeping your legs from jutting inward at the knee and digging into his chest to attempt to push him away, and rocking his hips to give you all that you’re asking for. 

“If you’re going to take it, then you have to take it.” he grunts, authority seeping into his strained voice. “Keep your legs open.” 

you were trying, you really were. even when you reached around to grip your thighs with both hands, the second he bottomed out in your belly, you were arching off the hood of the batmobile, your body fighting to protest the sheer amount of thickness you’re being fed, and how each bulging vein scrapes against your delicate walls. your knees spur into his ribs, attempting to work their way between the two of you. 

“Keep going,” you moaned, even as your nails sank into his chest, digging through the sweat-sheened, dark patch of hair found there, “I’m going to cum again!” your palms pushed against him, you writhed, and your legs were threatening to bruise his rib cage. 

that’s why he had taken over. pushing your knee up towards your chest, he could pin you back down to the batmobile and keep you in place; his bare chest heaving only inches from your face, raining droplets of salty perspiration on to your contorted countenance. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to,” he mutters, as if it’s obvious enough. “That would defeat the whole purpose of your endurance training.” 

he always had to make it sound like he was making you a better superhero, a more important asset to the Justice League. 

was that really true, or did he just enjoy the way your cunt clenched around him? 

“Your ability to follow orders, however,” pressing his shoulder against the back of your knee, he holds you in place so he can push his now liberated palm against the hood on the other side of your head, “we’ll work on that next.” 

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 & 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 // 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 & 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 

the stinging slap against your clitoris already has you yelping, digging your nails into your own thighs as you keep them spread apart. Dinah rubs the sting into your button with her lithe fingers, whilst her other hand buries itself in Ollie’s hair, pushing his head down between your legs. the burn of his beard rubbing your most sensitive region has you squirming and panting. “We can play this game all night,” she croons, patting your swollen clit. the taps are firm and quick, nearly spanking, and you twitch each time, “Ollie can work your cunt over, tongue fuck you until you’re just about to cum…” 

and you were, you were trembling with the desire to release, since such a privilege has been withheld thus far, and your eyelids fluttered, your toes curled. every sensation they fed you was amplified by at least one hundred, due to the constant edging and soiling of your past, potential orgasms. now, within only a few seconds, and with Dinah’s soft crooning as she beats your clitoris, you’re past the realm of pleasure. so hyper sensitive that it had become torturous, and you were desperate to cum. 

“And then, we take it away.” 

Ollie came up for air, and to meet Dinah’s waiting lips, while you convulsed in disbelief as yet another climax is denied, and you snub pathetically. “P—please,” you stammer through ragged breath, “I’m so—so sensitive— it’s— too much… please…” 

Dinah moans, dragging her tongue along her lover’s lips, and gathering your taste on it before she looks at you, her ruby lips etched upwards into a smile. it was devious and lustful— you always did love when she looked at you like that. “If you want to cum that badly, you know what you have to have?” 

you nod, bashful but just needy enough to comply, “C— cock in my ass…” 

“Good girl,” Ollie mumbles, reaching around her midsection to rub Dinah’s bare sex with one hand, and yours with the other. his fingers dip into you, and you arch again, whimpering. “You must really be trying hard to hold it together.” 

“Oh, she is.” Dinah purrs, smacking your clit again. “She can’t even answer correctly, poor thing. Greedy pussy must be overloading her brain. Whose cock do you need in your ass to cum, sweetheart?” 

you’re shaking, grunting in frustrated pleasure as your hazy eyes drift to the strap on laying beside you. locked in the metal ring is a sizable, silicone dildo. your mind whirrs. 

“Y—yours,” you whimper, biting down on your lip. “I need your cock in my ass to cum, Dinah!”

𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 // 𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗻 

Hal will hit it from the back because he knows he can pound your sweet spots until you’re shaking. his cock has just the right curve upwards to dip into a nerve cluster when he pulls you back to meet his deep thrusting. it’s a section inside you that no one’s ever touched before him, and he bullies it relentlessly until it overloads your pleasure capacity, and you’re scrambling for something to dig your nails into, thighs trembling uncontrollably. 

“Attagirl,” he moans, tilting his head back to savor the way you quiver around him, “there goes daddy’s sweet, little vibrator.” when you babble his name, he’ll swat at your ass with his palm open, wearing a dopey grin. “That's a good spot, huh? Want me to keep hitting it right there?” when you nod, whimpering nonsensically, he uses his free hand to press into your shoulder blades, urging you to arch your back tighter, and you bury your face in the pillows you hug so tightly, muffling your mewling. “Go to town, babygirl, that feels good,” he encourages with another smack, this time, he digs his fingers in to grab a fistful of the supple flesh on your ass, “shake for me!” 

when you hear his moaning in your ear, feel the heat of his ragged breath and the pressure of his muscled torso against your back, it only sends you higher. 

you worry you may never come down. 

pinned to the mattress, tearing at the fabric of the pillows and sheets, your eyes rolling back, you manage to whimper his name, followed by a string of pathetic pleas. “T—too much— can’t.. I can’t—“ 

“You can,” he ensures, both hands running up the length of your body underneath to grope at your breasts while he rams you into the mattress. “My babygirl can. Just let me… fuck, let me give it to you. Let me fuck you ‘till you can’t think straight.” when he kisses your neck with his open mouth, he rasps out, “And when I fill you up, I’m gonna flip you over and eat my cum out of this sensitive, little pussy. Daddy’s not leaving for Oa until the AM. You’re gonna cum until you cry tonight, baby.” 

𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻 // 𝗸𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗹 ( 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝘁 ) 

you cling to him. 

you know he has you, and you won’t be going anywhere, but you still hold tightly to his shoulders, hook your legs around the smallest section of his back, burying your face in his massive chest. his herculean form engulfs you in a shadow, encasing you in his warmth; you feel microscopic underneath him. 

you hadn’t realized how intense making love to him would be; he was always so gentle when he held you, so easy when he kissed you. he treated you like you were made of glass most of the time, and he did so with a smile. 

but when he was inside you, you could feel every muscle in his superhuman body, tight and fighting the urge to ruin you. he made sounds: guttural moans in the back of his throat, as he eased you into a rhythm he thought you could handle. 

even for all his holding back, you were still struggling— your body overloaded with stimulation, from the depth he could reach, to the force behind his rutting. the swollen tip of his cock bumped nerves you didn’t even know existed, prodded at your insides, and still? still, Kal wanted to give you more pleasure. 

with one hand slipped between the two of you, he used his first and third finger to spread your netherlips, petting at your swollen clit with his middle finger.  

it was enough to have you falling apart, over and over again. whining his name, wriggling under his weight. 

“You’re doing so good.” he was murmuring, just barely louder than your whimpers, as he kisses the top of your head, but his powerful hips piston at a steady, deep pace. “If it’s too much, you can tell me. We can stop—“ 

your grip tightens. 

you didn’t want to stop, even if your body were to give out. you wanted Kal to have you in every way possible, from your heart to your soul, to your body, even if it meant the latter was broken from his power by the end of it. but you couldn’t tell him that. instead, you shook your head, back and forth, several times, whimpering desperately. 

Kal understands, and the breath of a fond chuckle leaves his lips against your head. “Okay, no stopping, understood.” 

it was when you came unraveled again, starting to blubber, leaving tears streaked across his chest, that his grip on you tightened. “I’m going to rub harder, okay? I’m going to fuck you deeper.” 

for the first time, you were apprehensive. 

how could he possibly get deeper? 

“K—Kal…” 

“I can feel you on the brink,” he coos, slowly pushing fresh inches into you. you didn’t even know he wasn’t hilt deep until you felt his other hand press against your spasming entrance; he was using it as a bumper, keeping himself from burying what remains of his length into you too soon by keeping a tight fist around his shaft. “You’re so close to the big one…” 

you’re in awe as your mind swims with the possibilities of just how many more inches of cock Kal had to offer. 

and how much of it could actually fit inside you? 

“I want to give it to you.” 

with he scrapes at your clit with the tip of his finger, harder and faster, you look up at him, bottom lip trembling, babbling, and find his chin angled down, ready to kiss your tears away. 

“Just hold on to me.” 

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 // 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

Barry was beaming when he could feel the soles of your feet against his shoulders, urging him back from his nest between your thighs. he’d been so diligent in the use of his tongue, swirling it over your aching clit so many times and at such an impossible speed that it felt as though he was conjuring a minuscule tornado with the velvety muscle, and siccing it on your body to assault you in a way that no other man could ever compare to. his fingers, and the way they worked you over from the inside, were just as skillful; thicker than you’d anticipated— and knuckle deep. he was tapping a button from the interior, teasing it, gauging how you react when his fingertip grazes over it. 

“Barry—“ whimpering, you push against him, “I really— I can’t cum again… without…” 

“Without…?” Barry grins wide, azure eyes alight with excitement as he pumps faster. “Squirting for me?” your eyes widened, and you felt the heat of a furious blush on your cheeks. you never should’ve told Barry it’d happened once before. 

“Barry!” you give him a shove with your foot, just barely harder than before, but he claps a hand on your thigh and pushes one foot off of him, pinning your leg to the bed, keeping it spread wide. “It’ll… make a mess…” with your hand fleeing for his golden locks, you grip them at the crown of his head, but you don’t try to pry him off of you. you merely hold on to his hair, staring down at him, panting. 

but his eyes are twinkling; mischief awash in the oceanic gems. “I’ll lick it all up. I want to taste it.” he answered simply, jamming his fingers into you somehow even faster. the pressure on your lower belly elicits a broken squeak from your lips as your head drops back against the pillows, and your grip tightens on his hair. Barry dives back in, slurping on your clit until you’re seeing triple. 

“B—Barry— the sheets—“ 

“We own a washing machine.” 

he wasn’t allowing you any excuses, nor was he giving you any time to find the strength to control the orgasm that follows shortly. even as you tried to pull his head back, to ease the intensity, your hips rock upwards, off the bed in tandem with his furious finger fucking, and you smash your sex into his face with a hapless cry of his name. you erupt, soaking his hair and face, as well as the sheets underneath you in a violent gush, and press your thighs together as tight as you can around his head. he allows this, trailing the hand that was keeping you pinned up the length of your torso to knead your breast in tender circles as he gurgles and moans. even as your vision was blurry and you were panting, you glance down at him weakly to witness the way his eyes rolled back in his head when he sipped on you. it was vulgar enough to have you whining, falling back against the bed, in exhaustive defeat. 

when Barry finally comes up for air, he’s drenched— his golden tendrils sticking to his face, and he’s sucking in as much oxygen as he possibly can, sitting back on his knees to admire the carnage he left. you were still trembling, legs falling open to either side, mewling soft and pathetic. you peek up at him, watching diamonds of your essence rolling down his chiseled cheek, and it only has your hips rocking more fervently, humping air. he smiles wider, palming at himself. there was a fat lump in his pants that was begging for treatment. “I’m so hard right now,” he purrs, and reaches for your hand with his free one, bringing it to his groin. you squeeze and rub, following the rhythm you know he likes, and he moans, watching you inch towards him on your back. you were much too weak to crawl expertly. “See what you do to me?” 

#aquaman #batman #green arrow #black canary #green lantern #hal jordan #superman #clark kent #barry allen #the flash #aquaman x reader #aquaman x you #Aquaman smut #batman x you #batman x reader #batman smut #green arrow x reader #green arrow x you #green arrow smut #black canary x reader #black canary x you #black canary smut #hal jordan x reader #hal jordan x you #hal jordan smut #superman x reader #superman x you #superman smut #the flash x you #the flash x reader

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

lil smutty drabble idea. thots, thots, thots!!! and who knows if i ever manage a full smut fic again so. we'll take what we get, right?

sooo yes! aquaman smut ahead. since broad, tattooed, long-haired men get me going, this is oral fem!receiving. have fun with it lmao. 18+ ofc please proceed with caution

The air feels heavy around you, weighing you down onto the bed as the silence of the room fills with your curses and cries and whimpers and begged sounds of "please" and his name. A sheen layer of sweat coats your chest, your stomach. Your hand digs hard into his hair, cramps into his curls, pulls him closer and closer and closer, even though that has to be impossible. He groans into you, with his tongue buried deep inside and his fingers circling your clit, setting your nerves alight, burning every inch of you.

You feel like you can't breathe. He's eating you out like a man starved, devouring you, feasting on you. He's dragging you towards your third orgasm of the night, just on his tongue, on his fingers, on his tongue and his fingers and his fingers and his tongue.

His palms are splayed firmly against your thighs, grabbing at them, grasping at them, holding them clasped around his head, not letting you move an inch away.

"Arthur", you whimper, catch your lip between your teeth as he hums in response, sends the vibration right through every part of you. You let slip a "fuck", even though you hadn't meant to. But you can hardly think. You can hardly do anything except lie there and take what he's giving you, let him take what he wants to give, give what he wants to take. Your mind is foggy and slow and can't catch up with your mouth, but it doesn't matter because you've already pushed the quintessence of it past your lips.

"Me", you add breathlessly - and just for good measure, you repeat: "Fuck me."

#arthur curry x reader #aquaman x reader #aquaman #arthur curry #arthur curry smut #aquaman smut #x reader #aquaman the lost kingdom #dc #dc aquaman #idk what else to put here tf #drabbles #ig #ok thats it bye

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Arthur Curry Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Phrases That Arthur Tells You🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

First Timers 🌺

Recruit From A Cave 🌺(platonic!reader) requested by: @biganddrunkunicorn imagine Arthur Curry recruiting you - a half-dragon person, with bat wings and hands/legs with scales and claws - to join the Justice League. And y/n is really scared of him because of all the water stuff and his appearance, but he convinces her to leave her cave and all. Pure fluff and platonic, the world needs more platonic imagines and hc

Fluff Alphabet 🌺

Mornings With Arthur🌺

Her Death Is Your Mistake 🌩️Orm captures Y/n turning Arthur’s promises futile

Going On A Date🌺

Dating Aquaman🌺

MULTI-PART STORIES

Imagine (1 OF 3)🌩️🌺

Imagine (PART 2 OF 3)🌩️🌺

Imagine (PART 3 OF 3) VER.1🌺

Imagine (PART 3 OF 3) VER. 2🌩️

PICTURE IMAGINES

Arthur Introducing The New Queen Of Atlantis, You🌺

Arthur Teaching You Hakka🌺

Arthur Taking You To Atlantis, Making You The First Human To See It🌺

#aquaman x you #aquaman x reader #aquaman imagine #aquaman #aquaman smut #justice leauge x reader #justice leauge imagine #justice league smut #arthur curry x reader #arthur curry imagine #king arthur #arthur curry #jason momoa x reader #jason momoa imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #dceu

[girlkisser13]

aquaman/kaldur'ahm masterlist

* indicates smut

headcanons

dating aquaman/kaldur’ahm would include

nsfw headcanons *

imagines

#dc #dceu #dc extended universe #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #young justice #aqualad #aquaman #kaldur'ahm #aqualad x reader #aquaman x reader #kaldur’ahm x reader #aqualad smut #aquaman smut #kaldur’ahm smut

[chrissmissus]

Whoever requested the Arthur Curry (aquaman) distraction fanfic, I just lost the request 😭 if you could resend it that would be great if not that’s fine too. You were my first ever request and I dropped the ball before it even started moving. I’m so sorry whoever sent it I promise I’ll do it.

#aquaman smut #aquaman #request #please help #arthur curry #arthur curry x reader #help me

[foxigemini]

Home Is Where The Heart Is (Orm Marius x Fem!Reader)

Summary: A one-night stand leads to something more.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex.

Author's notes: This is a request from an anon. I changed the setting, I hope you don't mind. Maybe it's a bit of cliché, but I just found this easier to write. Takes place before the first movie and after the second.

"C'mon, y/n. Cheer up a little, we're gonna have fun!"

That what's your best friend Maria had said earlier that evening and she always managed to convince you somehow. And she was having fun alright. You sat at the bar and glared over at her dancing with the guy she had been flirting with for the past hour, totally forgetting about you.

You sighed and returned to staring into the empty glass in your hand. It was never you finding someone to flirt with. Maria was the beautiful and confident one. All the guys were always looking at her.

*

Orm lifted his chin and wrinkled his nose as he entered the establishment the surface dwellers called a club. Ugh, this place reeked with sweat and alcohol. It was worse than the Sunken Citadel. He watched the drunk surface dwellers on the floor, grinding their bodies against each other. Was this what they called dancing on the surface? Orm scoffed. So unsophisticated. Orm sighed over the fact that he needed to be here. But, it was important to study all of the surface dwellers behavior, to form the best strategy against them. Sure, he could have sent someone else to reconnaissance, but he only trust his own judgment. And from what he'd seen so far, it would be easy to defeat them. They were so arrogant about their own supremacy in the universe.

Orm scanned the area and located what must be the place where he could buy something to drink. He definitely needed it after spending time on this ugly surface. Thanks to his human associate David Kane, he had obtained currency so he could spend a few days on the surface.

"A glass of your finest red wine," Orm ordered the man behind the desk. The man obliged and placed the glass in front of him. Orm paid what he owed and took a sip.

"Yuk," Orm grimaced at the sour taste. This was the best they had to offer? A giggle next to him made him look to the side. There, he met a pair of sparkling, beautiful e/c eyes looking back at him.

"I know the feeling. I ordered the same," you said with a smile and raised your empty glass.

The blond man quirked an eyebrow and eyed you up and down long enough for you to feel self-conscious. You wouldn't normally call a man pretty, but this man was just that with his stunning eyes blue as the ocean. His physique was slim yet muscular in the black trousers and white shirt he was wearing. You smiled awkwardly and fluttered down your gaze. Okay, didn't this guy know when it was time to stop staring?

Orm had seen many surface woman during the past days he'd spent here, but none of them measured up to your beauty.

"Uhm...so, I haven't seen you here before. Are you knew in town?" you asked to break the awkward silence, cringed at your lame pick-up line.

"Yes. I'm just visiting for a few days. Business," the man replied and finally looked away from you. Not that you really mind him looking at you.

"I see. Welcome to town, I guess. I'm y/n," you smiled and reached out your hand.

The man looked down at your hand like he wondered what he was going to do with it, then he took it in his and you shook his hand.

"Orm. My name is Orm."

"Nice to meet you, Orm."

The man finally smiled and you were lost. "Nice to meet you too, y/n."

*

You didn't know how you ended up at his hotel room. Maybe it was the bad wine clouding your judgment about whether a one-night stand was a good idea or not? Or maybe it was the fact that Orm was so damn charming? A bit arrogant yes, but definitely charming.

Clothes were quickly discarded, both of you eager to feel the warmness of each other's bodies. Orm smirked up at you as he pushed your legs apart, his curls tickling your inner thighs as he opened you up, licking along your inner lips. That first touch of his tongue sent sparks throughout your body and you moaned, your body jerking at the contact. You were already swollen, warm, and open for him. Orm explored your pussy, running his tongue up and down, slowly and deliberately, leaving out the most sensitive parts.

Arousal kept building up in your core, your pussy clenching with need to be filled and satisfied.

Orm sucked your inner folds between his lips, tugging at them, then repeated this on the other side, working his way towards your clit. You grabbed his head, burying your fingers in his curls as your eyes flew open, your body ready for the oncoming pleasure. But just when he was almost at your clit, he worked his way back again and you let out a desperate whine

"Orm, please...," you mewled, bucking your hips against him as his tongue swirled around the entrance of your pussy.

"You want to come?" he asked in a teasing tone.

Glaring down, you met his amused gaze and bit your lip as you nodded, your pussy clenching as he smiled up at you. Orm smirked and lowered his head, sucking your clit into his mouth and massaging it with his lips, rolling it gently, teasingly.

"Oh, yes!" you gasped and bucked your hips against him. Orm grabbed your hips and held you tighter as your squirming became more urgent.

He circled the entrance in small, swirling motions, licking the juices leaking from it. Then, without warning, he pushed his tongue in as deeply as possible. You moaned, a combination of relief and anticipation of the coming pleasure. The low moans escaping from your throat spurred him on. He stopped tongue fucking you and licked his way up to your clit, closing his lips over it. You could feel his tongue swirl around in slow circles, with an occasional flick against it as it protruded from behind its hood.

"Fuck, I'm so close...," you bit your lip and cupped your breasts, squeezing your nipples hard. Orm's only response was to begin sucking on your clit to push you over the edge. Your body tensed and your moans became louder, pleasure washing over you as you came against his mouth. Your orgasm was slowly subsiding when you felt Orm spreading you open and pushing two fingers inside you. You were so wet with arousal and saliva that he easily slipped inside.

Orm looked up at you and met your lustful gaze as he turned his fingers upward, the thick pads toward your belly. Soon he found your g-spot and started to put pressure against it in circular motions, a smirk spreading on his lips as that spongy flesh began to swell.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" you cried out as you came again, your body convulsing as his fingers buried deep inside your pussy gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Your convulsions began to subside, and at that moment, Orm pushed inside you, all of his thick, hard cock filling you up completely.

"Oh, fuck!" you gasped and grabbed his arms as his cock made your body quiver.

Orm groaned and pushed your legs up to your chest, his eyes feral as he started pounding into you at a ruthless pace that took you to your third orgasm within seconds. Orm continued to fuck you through your climax, his grunts filling the air, growing more erratic with each thrust.

"Fuck, I love how tight you feel around me," Orm mumbled and clenched his jaw as he came, his gaze never leaving yours as he filled your womb with his seed. Leaning down, he caught your lips with his, kissing you softly as his cock continued to twitch inside you. You sighed contently against his lips and slid your hands up his broad frame, neither of you contemplating the risks of what you just did.

~ Some years later ~

The next day, Orm was gone and you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed about it.

"What are we doing here?" Orm asked after Arthur knocked on the door to the house they were standing at.

Arthur looked at his brother with a big smile. "We're at an old friend of mine. She always said that if I ever needed it, she would have a spare bed for me. So I thought, what better place for you to lay low than here?"

Orm raised an eyebrow. "She?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It was never like that. She's just a friend."

Orm gave his brother a meaningful glance just as the door opened. He turned his head around, his eyes widening when he saw the woman standing there.

You were surprised to see Arthur outside your door.

"Arthur?" you said and smiled at your old friend. "What are you-" You stopped mid-sentence when your gaze landed on the man standing beside him. Your eyes widened when you looked into the familiar, blue eyes and a pang of heat rushed through your belly.

"Orm?"

Arthur looked between the two of you in confusion. "Wait a second, you two know each other?"

Both you and Orm looked away flustered and Arthur immediately understood the situation. He chuckled delightfully. "Really? You two? When?"

"A couple of years back," Orm answered and rubbed his neck, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I was on the surface, doing reconnaissance."

"On the surface?" You frowned as you looked at Orm, your eyes widening when you realized what he was saying. "Wait a minute...are you like Arthur?"

"I'm his brothe-"

"Mommy, mommy!"

Orm stared at the little boy running up to you and taking your hand, a pair of bright, blue eyes staring back at him with wonder. It felt as if all air had left his lungs as he slowly processed what was happening.

Arthur stared at the blue-eyed boy with golden curls then at his brother, then back at the boy again, not being able to find his words for the first time in his life.

"I-I...I didn't want you to find out like this. I searched for you for a long time, but it was like you never existed. Now I understand why," you said with a bitter smile and looked down at your son. "And now I understand where Ozia's strength comes from."

"I...I have a son?" Orm asked in stunned shock as he looked up at you then back at the little boy.

"Yes, Orm." You smiled and picked up your son in your arms. "Orm, this is Ozia. Ozia, this man here is your father, and this is your uncle."

Ozia stared at Orm with big eyes and Orm gave him a nervous smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ozia."

The boy didn't reply, only hid his face against your chest.

"He's a little shy with strangers," you said and smiled. "But hopefully you won't be a stranger for long. If that's what you want? To be in his life?"

Orm looked at you and the boy in your arms, and a sensation he'd never felt before spread in his chest. Was it...true love?

"There's nothing I want more," Orm replied and smiled. For the first time in a long time, he felt warm and safe, like he found the place where he belonged.

Thank you for taking your time to read ♡

Tagging: @alishaslibrary

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hold me Down - A Jason Momoa/Reader Smut Short.

Another honoured request, this time for @shamelesswombatengineer​!

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Words - 348

With his mouth buried against the aqueous slick of your folds, your body jolts in response to his eager tongue, little ripples wracking you when you feel him push his long, thick fingers inside you, leaving you breathless as he glides them back and forth, tongue tracing tight flicks over your clit. Little pricks of pleasure patter down your spine, your inner walls in spasm, your voice breaking apart upon his name as you wail. You’re filled, sucked on and reeling, rushing towards the brink of a powerful undoing.

Glimmers shoot through you, a tingling rush, gilded in both ice and fire, your orgasm flooding your veins and leaving you fighting for breath, Jason kissing his way back up your trembling flesh, yanking himself out of his boxers, naked, hard and dying to spear your soaking centre just as much as you are to receive him.  

He pushes, spreading you around his thick cock, slipping in with a low moan that’s all grit, leaning forward to kiss you heatedly as he steers himself further into you, bottoming out and dragging back, his mouth moving to your neck. He evokes goosepimples beneath the press of his lips against your throat, both blooming with incandescence as your shudder against one another, bodies undulating in perfect sync as he fucks you deep and hard, but so, so slowly.  

Sparks crackle through you from the drag of his girth, igniting your veins as he adds a little speed to the pace, your nails flexing against his broad chest, your tender walls spreading around him as he drives forth into you with greater intent, hitting your summit until you cry out, his moan a low, beastly rumble. He always appreciates your ability to take him deep.

Your tremble before him, the blaze beginning to burn ferociously, his hands moving to your neck, pressing a little, drawing wails from your throat as tingles spread like thousands of tiny knives of pleasure throughout your veins. Oh, when he holds you down.

“You look so pretty with my hands around your neck.”

You feel it, too.  

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[hollygracesworld]

Innocent | Ed Warren x Reader

pairing : Ed Warren (Conjuring) x Female Reader

summary : You have been frequently bothered by a bride ghosts since you were little. But as you grow older you feel increasingly disturbed and you ask for help from Ed and Lorraine Warren, a demonologist, to help you escape the curse.

Instead of focusing on the exorcism case this time, you are caught up in a hot affair with Ed Warren.

After all, who would refuse his cock?

warning : full of smut, cheating, masturbation, virginity loss, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink, rough sex.

for another patrick wilson ff ➡️ masterlist

You snuck into Massachusetts Western University, Wakefield. You’re obviously not a student there, you graduated from uni last year. You knew that Ed and Lorraine Warren would be lecture in there so you disguised yourself as a student.

You’re wearing a white shirt matching with a black short skirt that is above the knee. Your beautiful legs are covered with sheer stockings.

Because of your appearance, many men stare at you stunned, even women seem to steal glances at you. You’re really beautiful and different from others. Your outfit is certainly the opposite in the 70s, but it’s not because of your outfit that makes many people admire you, but because you have a beautiful face with hair that looks very soft.

You have responded politely several times when several people tried to get to know you, and they were surprised why they had never seen you here.

Even though you attract attention there, you remain focused on your purpose here. The thought that told you to focus appeared when you saw the bride's figure appear again at the end of the room while Ed and Lorraine Warren were teaching in front. The bride looks at you with red eyes, and blood comes out of her eyes.

The blood dripped on the floor and when Lorraine walked backwards and stepped on the blood, in an instant the figure disappeared.

Lorraine gasped. She froze in place, looking at the floor which now had no blood at all- then she saw you.

Ed grabbed his wife’s shoulder, and he asked, “what is it, hon?”

“Nothing,” said Lorraine briefly, her eyes still looking straight at you. Ed followed his wife’s gaze, and he’s looking at you now.

“We have to,” Lorraine stopped because she was still trying to digest everything, “we have to continue this.”

Ed nodded, he then turned the video back on, “A French-Canadian farmer with no more than a third-grade education yet after he was possessed, spoke some of the best Latin I’d ever heard.”

You looked at the screen seriously. Suddenly you felt goosebumps, but when you looked to the side of the screen, you saw Ed caught staring at you, then Ed immediately continued talking, “S-sometimes backwards.” said Ed, who surprisingly, he’s stammer.

“He’d been molested by his father, who had also tortured him repeatedly.” Ed said still unable to take his eyes off you.

You realize this. It seems like you stole Ed Warren’s attention since Lorraine stared at you intently- she knew and could feel that you were being followed by the ghost. But her husband gaze at you... seemed different.

To ensure that, you pulled up your short skirt and crossed your legs. Your thighs are clearly visible in the sheer stockings which makes Ed even more unable to focus.

“A dark spirit…” Ed’s hungry gaze at your thighs, made his wife, Lorraine, suspect her husband’s strange behavior. Ed nervously continued, “A dark spirit made its home in- in th- this man.”

“Now, if you look into his eyes, you can see him tearing blood.” said Lorraine. You watched carefully and felt increasingly goosebumps all over your body.

Again, Ed couldn’t stop looking at you. You know that just by looking, you know this is wrong. He’s a married man and maybe they already have children. But you can’t deny that you like being seen by Ed, you feel like you want to tease him again.

“And like that…” Lorraine said while glaring at her husband and you alternately, “an upside-down cross started to appear from within his body.”

“All right, Drew, you can hit the lights.”

Suddenly everyone raised their hands to ask questions. You are surprised by this, not because of the enthusiasm of the class so that everyone wants to ask questions except you, but you are surprised because you feel like you didn’t get anything from their explanation.

Because Ed keeps looking at you and you in your seat keep teasing him. It seems like no one noticed, but if anyone in the room noticed besides his wife, they couldn’t blame you. He’s hot.

You can feel Ed and Lorraine’s relationship immediately strain. After answering questions from various students, they immediately left the room at a fast pace. You immediately follow their steps towards their car.

“Hey,” you said walking over to them as they were about to get into their car, “hey, I need your help.”

Before Ed could reply to your words, you quickly said, “I’m not a student here. I’m not even from this city, I came all the way here because I got news that you were lecture here, and...”

“That ghost bride….” said Lorraine still looking straight at you, “she follows you all the time, wherever you are.”

“And the worst part is…” you lowered your head, “she was the one who made my best friend die. I was driving a car, and I saw her figure right in front of my car, and I was fooled, I...”

“I’m sorry about what happened…” Ed said looking at you guiltily, then he looked at his wife who seemed to be trying to digest something, “I’m sure we can help…”

Lorraine turned to her husband. Don’t know why he really wants to help you even though they were very busy handling other cases that they should have investigated right away. Of course Lorraine wants to help you, but she feels bad instincts between her husband and you.

She knows that you have seduced her husband and his husband can’t take his eyes off you, but she had seen everything through her vision, about a bride ghost who always haunts and disturbs you.

“Of course we can help you,” said Lorraine smiling at you, gesturing for you to get into their car.

When you got into the car, Lorraine’s smile faded as she looked at her husband. She knew that something like this would happen, they had been together for a very long time, she knew that one day her husband would give another woman his gaze as if he wanted to strip her naked. But she didn’t think she could bear this much pain, however she had to focus on her purpose this time to helping you.

“How long have you been bothered by that ghost?”Lorraine asked when you arrived at her house.

You thought that the house will contain terrible things, but it turns out that all of them have been stored in one room. Her house is the same as most houses, classic interior design, and various paintings... Lorraine said that her husband likes pictures.

“When I was little,” you said, then you looked at Ed for a moment. And you realize that you look at him too often, “I don't remember exactly, but I could see her when I was 6 years old.”

“I felt very scared. especially when I no longer live with my parents, I...” you give up. You can’t control yourself from looking at Ed. His proportional body makes you want to be fucked by him.

“I'm not from this country. I studied in America and I have graduated from university and now I live here.” You could feel Ed constantly looking at you.

You bit your bottom lip, “I was alone, in the past if I was disturbed every night I could ask my parents to look after me. I know it was the actions of a spoiled child, but now everything is different, I endure all this alone, and I’m afraid...”

“You are not alone, we are here to help you...” said Lorraine holding your hand gently, “can you explain to us what you experienced…apart from your friend’s accident?”

You think for a moment, then you say quietly, “she often comes into my dreams, I don’t know, she always says something but I never remember it. And the weird thing is, I feel like I dreamed of her only for a moment, maybe 2 minutes ago, and when I woke up, it was already morning.”

“Ed...” said Lorraine softly.

He nodded his head, “yes hon?”

“Can you be here accompany her? I will be right back.” said Lorraine as she stood up. And then she whispered something to her husband, making you feel strange. She turned to you and smiled faintly then left the place.

“Where did she go?” you asked as Ed now sat down next to you.

“She’s just… want to do her thing.”

“No, you always work together. I don’t believe that.” you said feeling suspicious.

“And you believe what?” said Ed, “After you showed me your thighs and bit your sexy lips while me and my wife were lecture in there.”

Ed’s soft fingers touched your pink lips, his thumb combing every corner of your lips while his other fingers held your chin.

You let go of Ed’s hand with a slow movement. “No, Ed, we can’t.” You said trying to avoid eye contact from him.

Ed grinned, “Why not?” he tucked your hair behind your ear, holding your chin, “look at me.”

You’re looking at each other now. You can’t help yourself when you see Ed in his formal suit and tie... his body is very proportional with his very handsome face. You only looked into his eyes for 5 seconds and you immediately kissed Ed’s lips hungrily.

Ed kissed you back, your fingers undoing Ed’s tie. He kissed your neck aggressively, then with quick movements he placed your entire body lying on the sofa. He took off his suit and shirt, as did you at the same time taking off your shirt.

When you were about to take off your skirt-- Ed, who was already topless, bit your neck and then said in a deep, hoarse voice in your ear, “leave the skirt in place. as are those filthy stockings...”

Ed ripped your sheer stocking right at your cunt. He moved your panties to look at your pussy. You could feel Ed’s fingers playing on your clit. His thumb rubs your clit with lazy movements while his other 2 fingers into your cunt.

You groaned in pain, Ed said, “damn, 2 fingers won't really go inside. You’re so tight, honey.”

“You're a virgin huh?” said Ed, who was still playing with your clitoris and with his fingers, you could only nod weakly.

“What a surprise.” You felt his fingers force their way into your vagina making you scream in pain.

You can hear Lorraine calling her husband because he heard your moan, “don't worry hon, this is part of the exorcism I’m doing. I can do it myself.” Ed lied so stupidly.

“Ed...please...” you let out a weak moan, you looked at the door of the house which was still wide open, “Ed... shouldn't we close the door first?”

His fingers slipped from your cunt. He started to unbutton his trousers. You can see his cock which is so big and hard in front of you.

You can feel his cock starting to enter the walls of your cunt which are already very wet. He kisses your thighs which are still covered in stockings then enters his entire penis into you. Makes you groan in pain and shed tears.

You felt sore because Ed’s big cock was inside you, but you really liked it.

“Ed, we have to close the door...”

Ed now put your legs over his shoulders and fucked you very aggressively, he answered, “That's not necessary. If someone else passes by this house, at least they can see what a slut you are.” He squeezed out the last word by thrusting his cock deeper into you.

You were drunk with the pleasure he was giving you. You accidentally said a sentence you didn’t want to say.

“Ed Warren.....a sexy demonologist that I just met. A married man that would exorcise all the demons in my body. Please have my baby, put it all in me…. I want you..” you moaned as he insert his cock into your wet cunt with fast movements.

Ed looked at you with pity, “I really wanted to see you have my baby the first time I saw you with those thighs that were so tempting... obey me and be a good slut.”

You nod and you feel increasingly excited and want to climax when Ed kisses both of your tits and licks your nipples while still inserting his large penis inside you.

“Ed... I want to cum.” you moaned when Ed bit your nipple.

He then kissed your collarbones then you could feel his rough breath on your neck now. He kissed your neck then you felt something flowing inside you.

He releases a lot of sperm inside you. With nothing left. His big cock was still inside you when Lorraine caught you both in the living room.

“So, can we start now?” She asked with a straight face, “of course you can do an exorcism faster than this, right, Ed?”

Ed chuckled, he still hadn't removed his cock from inside you, “yeah hon, give us some time to get dressed again.”

Lorraine left the room still with a straight face. But you know that she really jealous and hurt because she obviously heard all your moans and can imagine how great your sex was. But she can’t do anything for that because she wants her husband to be happy.

You kissed his lips as he pulled his cock out of your pussy, “that was amazing.” you said then he smiled happily.

Your still naked bodies stood up and Ed hugged you from behind, “ready for round two?”

***

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[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x Witch black reader ft Superboy! Our Future part 2!

The league finds out about what's going on and you get to know Conner a bit

//In the batcave//

"What the hell do you mean Superman and Y/H/N had a kid?!"

Aquaman yelled starring at at Bruce, Diana looks shocked and Victor just looked confused not that we could blame them Connor just stands there awkwardly.

"It's just as I said Arthur... Superman and Y/H/n have a son."

"From the future?!"

"Yes." Bruce says his tone annoyed Arthur let's out a laugh still not believing it.

"I mean I can see the resemblance but it's still hard too believe." Victor say in disbelief looking between Clark and Connor.

"It is quite shocking. Barry do you have something to do with this?" Diana turned to look at Barry who just shook his head.

"Nope! nope don't look at me I am just as surprised as everyone else in this room right now!" Barry says hands in the air. Superman just let out a tired sigh looking over at Conner who was trying not to look his way, this was obviously too much for the poor boy.

"How did Y/n took it?" Diana asks worried about her friends health.

"She's in the guest room she kind of fainted."

"She fainted?! Haha wish I could have been there to see that." Arthur kept making fun of the situation making Clark glare at him which got him to stop but still had a smirk on his face, Diana spoke again.

"Well what do you suggest Batman?"

"Until we find out what was the cause of Superboy being brought here until that he needs lay low out of sight."

"Which I'm guessing Superman and and Y/h/n will have something to do with that?"

"Of course."

"I think I better go check on her."

Conner speeds out the room going to check on you.

"Soooo does that mean Y/n is no longer up for grabs?"

Victor gives Arthur a irritated look.

"We just met the future child of two the strongest beings on earth and THAT'S what you're worried about right now?" Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey! I was just asking my brothers been asking about her for months! Man this is going break his heart and I can't wait to see it!" Victor just shooks his head.

"You got issues man."

When you woke up you saw that you were in the guest room the door opens and walks in Alfred holding a cup of tea.

"I thought it would be best to bring you some tea miss Y/n to help calm your nerves."

You gave him a grateful smile taking the tea you loved Alfred he always knew that tea calmed your nerves which tasted great by the way.

"Thank you Alfred I definitely needed it."

"Of course ma'am, and if it is alright with you there is a great waiting outside the door."

You looked at him confused than you saw Conner peaking around the corner giving you a small wave.

"Hi..."

"Hey."

"I'll leave you too alone call me if you need anything miss Y/n." Alfred gives you a bow before walking out the door leaving you and Superboy alone together. And man was it awkward! Neither of you spoke he just stood there looking anywhere but your face and you just stared at him still trying to understand what to say to him? I mean what the hell am I supposed to say?! Thankfully he spoke with a nervous chuckle.

"I'm sorry this is just so weird."

"Tell me about it I mean it's not every day you meet a kid that claims to be your son. And from the future no less."

Kon-el walks over to sit in the chair next to you he really was a cute kid now that you got a better look at him he had your eyes, mouth and nose but everything else was definitely Clark.

"I know this is a lot to process right now and trust me I would not be here if it meant that I could be possibly messing up the timelines by revealing who i am but..."

He looks at the bed with a frowns.

"I had no choice."

"Well your here now we can't change that Kon-el."

You gently put your hand on top of his causing him to look up at you face to see a smile.

"So obviously I can't can't keep calling you by your Kryptonian name you mind telling me what your earth name is sweetie?" He looka up at you with a smile.

"Conner, Conner Kent."

"Conner Kent? Well than it's nice to meet you Conner."

You hold out your hand for him to shake but he just smiles ignoring your stretched out hand giving you a hug again but this time you were well prepared and hugged him back. It was odd but you already felt like you had to protect him even your magic knew that this child needs you it was hard to explain but it was a nice feeling.

"Ah your awake."

We turn to see Clark standing in the door way I feel my face get warm and look at the bed sheets Conner glances at me and has a small grin in his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"huh? Oh me? I'm good never been better!" Why in the hell were you stuttering?! He gives you a smile making your face get even more warm ugh this is ridiculous!

"Well that's good now that your up we can discuss what to do with Connor."

Great this already feels like a custody battle.

"Okay so what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking that maybe he stays with me? I know you have a roommate who isn't really found of men in the apartment." That made Conner turn his head at you confused.

"Oh no you don't have to worry about that I kicked them out they were bringing too much negative energy so I now have a spare room."

"So you'll be fine with me living with you?"

"Duh! Beside I could use the company especially with my future son!" You grin messing with his dark hair he gets flustered as Superman gives a low chuckle behind his hand, Conner moves away from you fixing his hair a pout on his face he was to cute.

"Alright alright can we go now? I really don't want to have Batman pointing a gun at me again."

That made me stare at him in horror.

"He held you at gun point!?!"

"Don't worry Conner he did something similar too me."

This time you looked at them both with horror already feeling your magic flare up in anger.

Bruce wants to keep testing your fucking patiences! I better not see his face for a while or it's sight!!

(In the batcave Batman let's out a sneeze Alfred gives him a box of tissues)

I finally was able to finish part 2 thank god I had to rewrite this multiple times cause I was trying to make it just right so I hope I did okay now to part 3 I don't know if I want it be with Superman/Clark to talk to Lois and try to figure out where they stand in their relationship now that Conner is a thing or have him talk to Martha and try to understand his feelings about you now that he knows he doesn't have a future with Lois hehe I love drama

Here's part 1

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[doormatty3]

Ocean Eyes - Masterlink (Orm Marius x Reader) //FINISHED

Masterlist Ao3

Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.  You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.  After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Warnings: 18+, fluff, kissing, romance, smut, oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, kissing, face-fucking, possessiveness, jealousy, semi-public sex, fingering

A/N: I couldn’t resist and had to write an Orm ff after watching Aquaman 2 - the plot was very very pretty after all. I wanna thank whoever decided to put Patrick Wilson in a compression shirt for 2hrs

Also: this is gonna be a bit longer with more chapters to go - a lot of fluff and smut as well as Orm being adorably lost at surface world stuff. AND beware, I will spoil some Aquaman 2 stuff here

ALL CHAPTERS:

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

#patrick wilson #patrick wilson x reader #patrick wilson smut #aquaman #fanfiction #orm marius #orm marius x reader #prince orm #aquaman the lost kingdom #ocean master #aquaman 2 #ocean master x reader #aquaman orm #orm x reader #orm marius smut #arthur curry #aatlk #aquaman orm x reader #orm x you #aquaman smut #aquaman and the lost kingdom #dceu #king orm

[multifandomworldsposts]

Love Story

Pairing: Arthur Curry x fem!reader

Warning: making out & abduction

Y/N’s POV

We met two years ago, I worked at Tony’s Sunken Galleon when we met, he’s the sweetest man ever. When he told me he could breathe underwater I didn’t believe him at first but he showed me, it was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen in my life. 

Flashback

“I want to show you something Y/N.” Arthur holds my hands while looking down at me. 

“What is it?” I look up at him. 

“You may think this is crazy but I can see underwater, breathe underwater, and I can understand animals.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“I’m not, let me show you Y/N/N.”

He takes me to his dock, “Sit down Y/N.”

I sit down on the edge of the dock. Arthur takes his clothes off and jumps in the water, he pops his head out of the water and approaches me “Do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Take your clothes off and let me show you that I’m not playing games with you, we promised each other that we would be telling the truth.” I take my clothes off and he grabs me by the waist and slowly takes me in the water. I hug him.

“Now I’m going to take you underwater, once again do you trust me?”

“I do.” I look at him. He takes us underwater, I close my eyes, I hear him doing something, I hear dolphin noises, he takes us out of the water and I open my eyes and a dolphin is in front of me, this is my first time being so close to a dolphin. 

“He wants you to pet him.” I look him and said, “How do you know?”

 “I can hear animals and they can understand me.” 

“How is that possible?” I pet the dolphin while saying.

 “When my parents met, my mom, she’s like what I am but she got killed because of me.” 

“Don’t say that about yourself Arthur, she could be out there somewhere.” I touch his cheek.

“Atlantis killed her Y/N and I know it.”

End of Flashback

I believe him, I’ll always believe him. But I’m obviously not going to tell my family and friends about his powers. They’re going to think I’m crazy.

Ever since then he’s been wanting me to go in the ocean to see what’s happening, but I’m a human and I can’t breathe underwater. One day he took me in the ocean but in a ship underwater.

“Y/N!” I hear in the distance.

I turn around on what I’m doing.

“Arthur.” I walk up to him.

“What is it?”

“I wanna show you something.”

“Okay.”

“It’s underwater.”

“You know I can’t breathe underwater right?”

“I know but, come with me.” He takes me to my dock and see a ship.

“What is this?”

“It’s some type of ship but you can ride it in the sea.”

“But how can I be in it?”

“There’s a mode for humans if they’re riding it. So you ready?” I nod and he takes me in the passenger seat of the ship.

6 minutes into the ride

I look around where we’re at and Atlantis looks beautiful! I see a dolphin and the way it’s looking at me, it knows who I am.

“It’s the dolphin you saw two months ago.” Arthur says.

“How do you know?” I look at him.

“The way he’s looking at you.” Now that’s adorable!

9 minutes later

We get to a sunken ship and Arthur gave me scuba gear I try to get it on me when he parks the ship on the ocean floor. He guides me to the sunken ship and the ship looks interesting. We get in the ship and how can this be an air pocket?

“What is this place?” I asked while taking the scuba gear off of me.

“A friend of mine showed me this a few months ago, it’s an air pocket as an extra layer of precaution.”

I look around and the whole place looks breathtaking.

“Why do you want to show me this place?” I look at him.

“Just wanted to show you what the ocean really is. And.” He picks me up to put me on a small wooden table.

I giggle.

“And we haven’t been alone in long time.”

“I like where this is going Arthur.”

“I hope you do.”

He begins to kiss my lips, I kiss him back. Later on, he kisses my neck, his beard starts to tickle my neck, I start to giggle again, I can feel him chuckle on my skin, he knows how it feels on me.

I hear something muffled, I get scared so I stop Arthur.

“Arth, I hear something.” I put my hands on his chest to make him stop.

Arthur looks behind himself and men in white and red armor come in the ship.

Arthur protects me.

“Who are they Arthur?”

“Atlantean soldiers.” I get more scared.

Arthur starts to fight, I start to run but one of the soldiers caught me, I try to fight back but I blacked out.

I wake up in a small room with a window and I see Arthur chained up. He gets shocked by one of those Atlantean Soldiers, I can hear his yells and how much he’s in pain. I’m in chains as well. I bang on the window to get Arthur’s attention, he looks at me, his face expression changes.

“Here we are again.” Someone said. Arthur looks at the person.

“Vulko. I can explain.”

“You brought a human to Atlantis, what if she gives information to other human beings?” Vulko approaches Arthur.

“I know her, she would never do that.” Vulko looks at me.

“Would you give other people information about Atlantis?”

I feel a gun on my back I look at the person and the gun, it looks like something I’ve never seen before. I hear the gun almost go off, I quickly say, “I won’t! Please don’t hurt me!” The gun didn’t go off.

“Vulko! Don’t do this to her! Get away from her!” Arthur yells at Vulko. I began to shake, I’m that scared.

“What if we do this to her?” Vulko looks at The soldier grabs my hair and put the gun back to my back, I start to scream.

“Get away from her!” Arthur screams.

“You love her don’t you?” Vulko went closer to Arthur.

“More than anything Vulko.”

The Atlantean Soldiers eventually released Arthur to be with me. I wait for him. He enters the room, I look at him and ran to him to hug him.

“I wanna go home.”

“I’ll take you home Y/N/N.”

Eventually Arthur took me home. “Y/N, I’m sorry about, you know.” He sets me down on my dock.

“You’re okay, it’s not your fault. You just wanted me to see what the ocean looked like.”

“Y/N, you almost got killed all because of me.” Arthur puts his hands on the dock and got closer to me.

“I know Arthur, I just I-“ We hear footsteps on the dock, it’s my dad.

“What the hell is this? And Y/N, where have you been?” I get up and walked up to my dad.

“Arthur, he showed me his dad’s lighthouse.” I lied. My dad knew that I was lying.

“Now, you know that you’re lying to me Y/N/N, where were you?” He gets closer to me, I get nervous.

“We went to my dad’s lighthouse Mr. Y/L/N. There were new things in the house so I wanted to show her and she likes the view from up there.” Arthur approach us.

“Why’s your hair wet Y/N?” My dad puts his hands on his hips.

“We did a little swim near his dock.” I can see my dad looking suspicious.

“Is she telling the truth Arthur?”

“Yes she is Mr. Y/L/N.” My dad looks at us and walks away.

I turn around to Arthur, “Thank you Art.” I hug him.

“No problem Y/N. Listen I gotta go and see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” I said.

THE NEXT DAY

I wake up in a different place. Where am I? I hear someone approaching where I’m at and, I don’t know who it is?

“Hi beautiful.” The voice said.

“Who are you?”

“Call me Black Manta.” The voice came closer to me.

I try to get away but I feel chains on my wrists.

“I want to get out of here!” I yell at Black Manta.

“You’re going stay here until you tell me about Aquaman.” Black Manta gets closer to me.

“I know nothing alright!” I talk yell at him.

“That’s not an answer!” Black Manta yells and hits me with something I can’t recognize.

“OW! What the hell is that!?” I touch where the wound is at.

“It’s a coin.”

“A coin?”

“Yep. You’re staying here until I get an answer from you, see you tomorrow.” Black Manta leaves me alone.

I want to go home! I want someone to save me, please…

Arthur’s POV

Y/N’s parents and I are making a deal, they want Y/N back and I’m going to do it, but I need some help from of sea creatures and some Atlanteans. I gathered the creatures and Atlanteans to Y/N’s family’s beach house and her family look terrified about everybody there.

I go up to her dad, “Y/D/N, I’m going to get Y/N back. Can you trust us?”

“If you know what you’re doing, I trust you.” Y/D/N says.

I’m going to get Y/N back.

2 DAYS LATER

“I think I know where she is.” Mera says.

“Where?” I question.

“Maybe with Black Manta, I mean, he wants revenge for you killing his father.” Mera looks at me and says.

“That son of a bitch.” I mumble.

“Let’s go find him.” Mera tells everyone.

Y/N’s POV

I so hungry, thirsty, and I feel dirty. I hear someone walking and it’s Black Manta with food and water. Finally!

“Here, thought you wanted something to eat and drink.” He hands me a full course meal.

I take the food and water from him and told him thank you.

“Now tell me who’s Aquaman.” He asks.

“What’s your obsession with Aquaman?” I say continue to eat my sandwich.

“He killed my father two years ago.” He says with a frown.

“Why’s that?” I question drinking my water.

He told me something that’s untrue because Arthur told me what happened the day, Black Manta’s dad and him including their men were invading a russian ship, Arthur saved the sailors. I secretly disagree with Black Manta but I showed him a totally different body language, agreeing with him.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” I said.

“He was a good man.” He looks at me.

Arthur told me he killed innocent people including his son. Once again I believe what Arthur tells me.

Later on, Black Manta leaves me alone but I want to go home, I’m scared that Black Manta might do something to me.

2 DAYS LATER

I try to sleep in a uncomfortable position until I hear yelling and fighting. Arthur’s here! I hear banging on the door.

“I’m down here!” I scream.

I hear running down the stairs, it’s Arthur. He gets near me to get the chains off.

“You okay Y/N/N?” He says while trying to get the chains off me.

“I- Authur look out!” I scream.

Black Manta tries to stab Arthur but Arthur fights him back. I try to get the chains off my arms but I can’t. I panic until a woman comes in, who is this?

“Who are you?” I ask.

“My name is Mera, I’m here to save you as well.” She says.

“Get me out of here.” I said.

“Where’s the key?”

“On Black Manta.” I point at Arthur and Black. Manta fighting.

“Arthur! Get the key from Black!” Mera yells at him.

Arthur fights him, I hear keys jiggling, Arthur throws the key to us and Mera gets the key and unlocks me. I try the get up but I can’t I don’t have any energy to get up. Very little food and water for me.

I see Arthur standing looking down at Black, he’s dead. Arthur looks at me and walks up to me and picks me up.

“I want to go home.” I said to Mera and Arthur.

“Let’s get you home Y/N.”

3 DAYS LATER

We finally get to my beach house and I see my family waiting for me. I can see their faces that they’re relieved to see me. Arthur picks me up to get on the land and I see my family’s faces. Arthur takes me to them, I start tearing up. I miss them so much. Arthur puts me down.

“Baby.” My mom says hugging me.

I hug her back. “Mama.”

“Who abducted you?” My dad says.

I look at Arthur.

“An enemy.” He says.

“I’ll tell you later okay?” I told my family.

“Arthur can I talk to you?” My dad says.

“Sure.”

I see my dad taking Arthur somewhere private but I kinda ignore them. I’m a little worried about what my dad is saying him. Eventually, my dad told me what he said to Arthur and he’s a keeper. I knew all along because he treats me like a person and he saved me from an enemy of his. Arthur Curry is the love of my life and my family sees it.

#fanfic #jason momoa #aquaman #DC #aquaman imagine #arthur curry #dc vs marvel #fanfaction #jason momoa x reader #aquaman smut #arthur curry smut #dc universe #dc imagine #fanfiction

[lqvedianas]

First time for everything

warnings!: (smut/degration kink/praise kink/hair pulling kink/choking kink/dom sub underlines/domination kink)

smut underneath the cut

It was strange.

Orm knew he’d have to stay low til people believed her was dead like his brother told him, but that do mean he actually wanted too?

The first green flag he got he practically ran (his new favorite thing to do) his way to the city called the quote “big apple”

He had never gone away from the ocean unless absolutely necessary. Yet here he was walking awkwardly amongst a group of people when he felt a tap on his back.

“Are you okay sir?”

You had to ask! He was walking as if he’d been shot in the ass.

“Yes..Perfectly fine- But i have a question miss..Where’s this self proclaimed big apple?”

You burst out laughing.

“Self proclaimed big apple?”

“Isn’t this the right place? i’ve been here for days yet no big apple.”

Holy shit! he was seriously saying that!

“You know that’s just a saying right? This isn’t an apple?”

“I wouldn’t know, i’m not from here” Shit. God he couldn’t keep anything to himself.

“Oh really? Where you from pretty boy?”

“Out of town, reallyyy far south like really far i doubt you’ll know where”.

“Mississippi?”

“Uh sure something like that.” He smirked, this was the longest he’d talked to a surface dweller. Let alone the fact it was a woman. A hot woman at that. Shit he hadn’t spoke in a good thirty seconds and now she was staring awkwardly.

“I um have to go but here’s my number, incase you want to actually tell me where you’re from.” You gave him your cell number and smiled as you walked away. If it wasn’t for your scheduled dinner you would’ve continued talking to the mysterious man, even though you sub conscious was telling you to run.

Damn you and being attracted to hot guys.

He continued his walk with a satisfied smirk, was it really this easy to attract women on the surface?

He continued his quest to find said apple but grew bored as he checked into a on surface hotel. He eventually dialed your number into his hotel phone (since he didn’t have a actual one yet)

“Hello?”

“It’s me the guy who was trying to find the apple earlier”

“Oh..Hey, call me to finally say where your from?”

“Something of the sorts, you should come over so we can discuss it.” He smirked looking down at the bed.

“Sure, i’ll be over in a few.”

Like you said you arrived at the hotel with a shirt that made your breasts practically pop out the shirt, pushy? yes. sultry? yes. but he had already called you over so it was obviously worth it.

“You loook…Great.” He grinned at you.

“Thank you.” Your were practically begging to climb the guy down.

“Come in come in.” He ushered you in with his arm, his hand on your back and trailing lower..Giving you a gentle squeeze. You sat on the bed with a little distance.

“Come on, i’m not gonna bite.”

“I know i’ve just never done this before, like going to see a guy at a mysterious hotel, if you weren’t hot i truthfully wouldn’t have even came over.”

“In all truthfulness, i haven’t either.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

“I’m far from a liar.”

“I doubt a guy like you has never gone to a hotel to meet up with someone.”

“A guy like me hasn’t even been to the surface before”

Surface? What the hell was he talking about?

“Surface? Okay you don’t have to be sarcastic.”

“Look between you and me, i’m not from around here. I’m from some place a little further south, And i’m here lie down for a little and just learn a few new things..” His hand slid up your thigh “If you’re willing to teach me.”

“Teach you?…Have you never had sex where you from?”

“Something like that.”

“Well i’m down to teach you as long as you finish telling where your from first.” You smirked, a deal for a deal.

“I’m from atlantis. That city in the water? Yeah that’s me. But i kinda got kicked out momentarily.”

“So are you like the king or something?”

“Well kinda-“

“Because that’s really hot.”

Oh.

He had to continue the lie now.

“Yes i’m a king. A king who’s never been with a human, one with your beauty at that.”

He kissed you and slid a hand up your shirt and squeezed your breast, your already hard nipples being squeezed made you practically squeal.

“Oh? Humans can do that?” He grinned and grabbed your other breast making you practically moan so loud even the orca whales could hear you from here.

He grabbed your legs and flipped you over his lap so now you were straddling his lap..then he stopped.

“What’s that for?”

“Well underwater we usually do it differently so-“

“Oh..Well humans do it a little differently, want me to guide you?”

“Please yes.”

You kissed him and pushed him back into the bed, un buttoning his belt as you unzipped his jeans. Precum leaking through the base of his undergarments.

You took out his cock and palmed it, already hard he let out soft whimpering from the feeling. “Keep going.”

“Hm?”

“Please keep going..”

“You going to good just let go..release in my hand come on- no pun intended.”

Almost on command he came in your hand as you slowly let yourself onto him. And god his size truly changed from palming it to now feeling it inside you.

“Now you just have to move you hips and i’ll do the rest-“

He grinded “Alright then…” He moved his hips slowly and started to make you bounce on him, you let out soft moans as you put your hands on his shoulders.

“I get it now.”

He flipped you over onto your back as your ankles were now on his shoulders as you thrusted into you hard.

“You know underwater- The current gives so much movement it’s hard to honestly get a good rhythm but here! God! It’s great! And humans truly are much more flexible-“ He grabbed your leg and pushed it over your head

“Just amazing.” He knew exactly what he was doing. Pushing his luck.

He knew humans weren’t as durable as atlanteans. But god it was fun. Watching his seamen fall out of your cunt.

He chuckled as you reached another orgasm. Calling out his name as you had never felt someone practically break through you before yet here he was. His first time ever feeling the warmth humans had to offer and he was making you throw your head back as another orgasm made way.

“Fuck-k orm please don’t stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, you know what i was planning on? Settling down with you..Maybe making a baby? You want me to fill you up and make a half breed baby? I can imagine it. You just full of my royal seed.”

His own words made him cum (again) as he thrusted into you. His cum leaking out as a trail as he pulled out.

“Thank you,for showing me the way of humans…It’s truly amazing.”

Hopefully plan B still worked when it came too atlantean seed.

#aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #orm marius #orm marius x reader #smut #orm marius smut #dc comics #dceu #patrick wilson #patrick wilson smut #backshot #bd/sm kink #choking #spank me daddy #breeding k1nk #i dont fucking know

[itsbackwoodsbby]

A/N: confession- pretty sure this was wrote the beginning of this year… like february/april. went through a lot. never forgot it though. revisited it a lot to read what i had. just never finished … here it is … nov. 22nd at 3am. removing the cobwebs and putting it for the world to see. hope you guys enjoy it. definitely not proofreading this, so excuse the errors.

ICU

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Smut! Unprotected Sex! Dinking (Recreational)! Swearing!

Summary: Yahya and you used to be together, until you both realized that you were better off as friends. You start dating again and none of the guys are really for you. a lonely night in your apartment makes you realize that Yahya might be one.

Inspo: ICU by Coco Jones

you come into your apartment and place your purse on the counter and take off your heels. you head to the kitchen and make yourself a very strong peach margarita on the rocks. after you make the drink, you trudge to your living room and sink deep into your couch, replaying the date in your head. he was an hour and thirty minutes late. he got loud with the waiter for getting his food wrong. the waiter was new and scared. so our waiter changed to a waitress and he starts flirting with her for the whole ass night. you groan and start face palming.

there’s no way you go out with yet another asshole. get it together y/n.

“alexa, play icu by coco jones.” you blow out, very upset with yourself.

she follows your command and the music plays.

you close your eyes. the cadence of coco’s beautifully crafted voice fills the room. you get up and look at the night sky and admire the stars. they looked so delicate in the sky. then, you were startled by a pair of hands wrap around your waist as you felt lips on the nape of your neck. you know who it was without turning around. it was him. but you don’t fully know if it’s him. you turn around to face this man and you were right.

yahya… the one that got away. you guys met through mutual friends who were trying to hook you guys up. a few weeks later, you two started dating. he was amazing. he called you every day to check on you, random flowers, occasional dates. sweetest guy ever. then, he got busy with work and you got busy with work, the two of you barely saw each other. slowly, texting each everyday went to no text for many many weeks. so you two decided with your busy schedules to just be friends.

as you two were facing each other, you don’t speak. just admire each other. you start to think how the hell you went this long without this man. his warm embrace and his touches were the best thing ever in this world. you two dance together to the song. your head resting easily on his chest his arms. you haven’t been this relaxed in a while.

as soon as the song goes off, yahya disappears. you open your eyes and realize you were only daydreaming about him in your lonely apartment. the condensation of the glass now soaking the couch. you shake it off by finishing the rest of your drink and heading to the bathroom to shower. you start playing your shower playlist and get inside. when you turn on the water, you let a sigh out and let the water rain down on your body and lean on the wall.

your thoughts travel to the first time you shower with yahya. you close your eyes again and he’s back in the shower with you. he hold you tightly and you reciprocate the same tight embrace. you look up at him and kisses his chest. he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. then somehow, you pinned against the shower getting dicked down by him. you’re grabbing onto to the shower curtain, screaming, because the pleasure is so unbelievably amazing. he just chokes you and plants his soft lips onto yours to quiet you down. you’re on the verge of coming. he goes deeper and hits your spot until you’re creaming all on his dick.

then… he’s gone again.

y/n … don’t do it. fight it. you don’t miss him. it’s just the alcohol and that horrible ass date.

you try to repeat it to yourself in the shower as you wash your body. you get out the shower, get dressed into this, and do your nighttime routine. when you get done, you go into your room and decide to write out the things you have to do tomorrow. trying to be productive and organize. afterwards, you scroll on instagram and the first post yahya. at a dinner party with your two mutual friend, leilani. they were cuddled up together… and not in a friendly way. your emotion start to show and you’re jealous. you sighs and lay in bed and try to go to sleep. but no matter what, you started feeling him cuffing him, making you miss him more than you think you actually think you do. you sit up in bed and look at the time. 1:30am. finally breaking and deciding you need to talk to him, you grab your phone and a cardigan to wear. heading to the living room, you grab your keys and glasses. you’re heading to the door and you open it and see yahya was about to knock on your door.

“uh… hey y/n.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “i know it’s late and all but i just really need to talk to you.” you touch his chest and tap him. just to see if he’s real. he chuckles, “are you okay?” you sigh out, “yeah.” you giggle, kind of embarrassed. “this night has been crazy.” you say. “come in. make yourself comfortable.” you say moving out of his way so he could come in.

he comes in and you two sit on the couch staring at each other. “so. how have you been?” he starts off. “i’ve been good. started back writing.” you say. “and yourself?” you add. “that’s good. i’m amazing. finishing up filming with leilani. it’s been really fun.” he smiles really hard. “that’s good.” you say, trying to cover your jealousy. you don’t think he catches on to it but he chuckles, “what’s up?” he asks and you give him a confused look. “what do you mean?” he shrugs a bit, “you just said it dryly like you’re jealous or something.”

you laugh it off but he was spot on. he could always tell your emotions. and you didn’t know if you hated it or loved it but now… you definitely hated it.

“anyways yahya. what are you here for?” you asks him, trying to avoid the question. he breaths in, “y/n … i miss you.” you look at him and you’re super speechless. “what do you mean?” you stumble out somehow. “look… i understand we didn’t have time for each other at one point of time. but i really like you. hell i love you. i can’t even get you out my head.” he says. “you love me? what about leilani?” you ask him and look down. “what about her?” he looks at you confused. “aren’t you two together?” he chuckles and it turns into a laugh. “no, we’re not. it’s just for the movie.” you look down kind of embarrassed. “oh okay.” you smile at him and giggle. “i miss you so much yahya. with everything that’s being going on… it showed me how much i miss you. how much i need you. us breaking up was a mistake. i love you too.” you say, as it feels like 100 bricks has been lifted off your shoulders.

you both admire each other again. eventually, you shy away and look down because you both have been staring too long at each other. he lifts your chin up and caresses your warm cheek with his thumb.

“don’t break contact.” he says, looking into your eyes, more like your soul.

you just nod your head and look at him. eventually, the two of your lips collide with each others. this feeling right here is what you missed. after the kiss, you two catch up with each other some more. with a bottle of wine and some music, the conversation starts to get a little sensual.

“yahya… when is the last time you had sex?” you ask him boldly out of nowhere. he laughs, “well uh, i haven’t had sex since we broke up.” he places his glass down and eyes you down. “did you give my pussy away to someone else?” you astounded at the way he reworded the question, “wow, uh way to throw me off guard.” you giggle. “nope, i didn’t give your pussy away.” he smiles at you, “good girl.” making you bite your bottom lip. “mm … let me put this wine up. it’s a little warm.” you say and head towards the kitchen.

you open the refrigerator and place the wine in there. you close it and before you can turn around you feel those muscular arms wrap around your waist. you smile. his hand begins to fumble with the trim of your romper and his finger starts brushing against your clit. you remove your body from the romper and turn around to face him. he licks his bottom lip, letting you know, it’s about to go down.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ (resume spot)

the time was now 2:30am. the room was filled with skin clapping and moans and groans. you looked back at him. it’s crazy how you were just scared to make eye contact with him a few minutes ago, but now you’re looking back at him with the most sluttiest, lustful eyes. making him know, you want more and he gave your more. a little too much more. you grab his chest and slowly trailed down to his stomach to slow him down a bit. however, he just grabbed both your arms and pinned them to your back.

“fuck! yahya, please it’s too much!” you cry out as he smirks at you. “baby girl, i know you can take this dick.” he grunts out. you sigh and bury your face in the pillow and moan into it. he smacks your ass, “i want to hear you, y/n.” you jump up a bit and bury your face into the pillow again. he shakes his head, “well, you put this one on yourself.”

he pull you up from the pillow by your hair. your back is now on his stomach as he digs deeper inside your pussy. your moan resume filling up the room as you relax your head on his shoulder. he kisses your neck and pulls your waist closer to his, making sure you don’t run from this dick. you grip his muscular arms and dig your nails through them.

“oh! oh! fuck! baby, i’m about to cum.” you squeal out. “cum on this dick, baby. he kisses your neck as you clench tighter and tighter around his dick.

you wet his waist down with your orgasm. you fall back on the the bed and try to relax as he was still fucking you. it wasn’t as aggressive. your throbbing pussy was bringing yahya closer his nut as he hovers over you, planting wet kisses down your back and giving you slow deep strokes. a few seconds later, he pulls out and cums on your back.

“shit, i really needed that y/n.” he says as he smacks your well bruised hand printed ass. “lemme go get you a towel.”

he goes to your bathroom, runs some warm water on two rags, and comes back and cleans his mess off your back. you arch your ass up to stretch like a cat. yahya spreads them cheeks to clean your pussy up from the wet mess you have, but gets distracted by your glistening pussy. he smirk. you look at him.

“oh, no. you’re not eating my pussy again.” you say, but you wiggle your ass at him. he touches your clit and rubs it slowly with his thumb. “oouu, shit, baby. i just said no.” you saying, but both of you already knew you wanted him to eat it again.

he starts having a full blown make out session with your clit. you couldn’t do anything but hang your mouth low and push his head closer to your pussy. he grips your cheeks and spread farther apart from each other and licks up and down. you close your eyes and bite your lip.

“mhm, baby. just like that.” you nod your head and start grinding your lower half into his face.

he grabs your waist and pull you even more closer to him, burying his face in your pussy and starts shaking his head in between your cheeks, getting his nose wet in the process. you couldn’t understand how you just fed this man your pussy almost an hour ago and he’s still eating this motherfucker like he’s hungry. your clit starts to pulsate, meaning it was time to cum again. you sigh as you cum in his mouth this time. you flip on your back and watch as he gets the semi-cold rag. he barely puts it on you, yet you still jump up.

“too cold. too cold.” you hiss out and he laughs. “you want me to just lick the mess up?” he jokingly says. “yeah.” you say laughing.

you didn’t think he would take it serious since you laugh, but he did. you let out a moan and he chuckles and comes up to your face and kisses you sloppily while let you taste yourself on his lips and in his saliva.

“see how good you taste, mamas?” he says after the kiss. “yes.” you smile, giggling at him. you two cuddle for the rest of night and watch the sunrise in the morning and making up for the time lost. then eventually, you both go to sleep.

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#Spotify #yahya abdul mateen ii #back from the dead #lol nah it was a mental health hiatus. #poc writer #x black fem reader #late night #candyman #aquaman #all day and night #black writer #black fanfiction #itsbackwoodsbby #past relationships #back together #smut #celebrities #short story #black tumblr #ICU Coco Jones

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Orm Marius Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Updated & repaired: 16/07/2023 (if a story won't load or something else, please message me and let me know)

MAIN MASTERLIST

Fluff🌺  Angst 🌩️ Smut❤️‍🔥

5/7 STORIES

5 Types Of Kisses🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right??!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

DRABBLES FROM MY 🧠

Goodbye,Love 🌩️ Orm says a temporary goodbye to his love

NSFW Alphabet❤️‍🔥

Atlantean Proposal🌺

Fluff Alphabet🌺

Introducing Orm To Your Mother🌺

Phone Talks🌺

Lovers Between The Sea And The Land 🌺Orm meets Y/n, a normal human, and she somehow managed to friend him which turns into a bubbling romance.

MULTI PART STORIES

Heartbreaking Conversation 🌺🌩️(prequel of Leaving You Behind)

Leaving You Behind 🌩️ Orm needs to leave his love on the surface for the sea

Leave Me 🌩️(Part 3) Orm returns to Atlantis to face his cruel hatred filled father

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