i am such a huge believer in biter mel king, like it gets to the point langdon has to start wearing long sleeved shirts to hide all the little teeth indents and hickeys all over his arms
so everyone is like??? why is he wearing that long ass undershirt underneath his scrubs but it’s one of those like compression shirts that like cling to you so she’s at work staring at his arms and pulls him into the supply closet and he walks out with little wet marks on the sleeves from her mouth
MERMAID!READER ... who meets Clark after she washes up on shore, naked and tangled in fishing nets and barely conscious. He finds her lying in the surf, gasping for air on unsteady, unfamiliar legs that tremble beneath her like a baby deer.
MERMAID!READER ... who gets taken in by Clark and taught the ways of the human world. He shows her how to use silverware, explains what cars are, and patiently holds her hand when the sounds of the city overwhelm her. He never once asks where she came from, just lets her discover things at her own pace — though he does have to stop you from trying to eat the decorative soaps twice.
MERMAID!READER ... who finds that if she gets splashed by water, she only has about fifteen seconds before her shimmery tail shoots out, scales glittering like crushed gemstones. The first time it happens in his apartment, she knocks over a lamp in her panic. Clark just calmly helps her dry until she can transform back, never mentioning the broken glass he swept up afterward.
MERMAID!READER ... who falls deeply for Clark and finds that he's falling for her enchantments as well. She doesn't mean to weave magic into her laughter, and definitely doesn't realize her voice carries the pull of the tide when she says his name. But he's caught in her anyway, drowning willingly, and when she shyly admits she's never felt this way about a human before, he kisses her like he's been holding his breath underwater for months.
MERMAID!READER ... who loves to drag Clark to the pool or beach any chance she gets. Clark has to remind her that others can't see her with her tail, his hands catching her waist just as she's about to dive into the water. He ends up taking her somewhere more secluded instead. Usually a hidden cove he found on Superman patrol, or a private lake in Kansas, where she can swim freely while he watches from the shore with a soft, helpless smile.
MERMAID!READER ... who has a strong appetite for seafood. It's all she eats really—raw oysters, salmon, tuna, crab legs she cracks open with disturbing efficiency. Clark is more than happy to indulge her diet, learning to prepare a dozen different kinds of fish just to see the way her eyes light up. He pretends not to notice when she gets a little too enthusiastic about the live lobster tank at the grocery store.
MERMAID!READER ... who has the most angelic voice he's ever heard. She hums while she cooks, sings softly when she thinks he's asleep, and sometimes, when the moon is right, she calls to the ocean from his balcony.
MERMAID!READER ... who gets affected by full moons and finds herself drawn to her grotto each time, but Clark helps restrain the pull that often has her acting loopy.
MERMAID!READER ... who is about as close to being drunk as it gets when the full moon is out. She talks about silly things—whether fish dream, what clouds taste like, if Clark would still love her if she turned into a sea cucumber. She has a habit of trying to run away, usually toward the nearest body of water, which means Clark has to scoop her up mid-sprint more than once. She's clumsy, knocking into furniture and tangling her feet, but she's also ridiculously adorable, pressing cold hands to his face and telling him he has "very nice bone structure" with absolute seriousness. He falls in love with her a little more every time.
MERMAID!READER ... who discovers that Clark has superpowers that make him not human too. She loves to watch him fly and sprint and giggles that melodic sound every time he indulges her with his powers.
MERMAID!READER ... who also discovers that Clark's x-ray vision works on her transformation. He doesn't tell her at first — he doesn't know how to explain that he can see the way her bones shift, the way her spine lengthens, the way her legs fuse into something impossibly elegant. But once, when she accidentally spilled water on herself and ended up changing in front of him, he made a choked-up sound. She catches him staring, pupils blown wide, and realizes he's been watching her inside. She should be unnerved. Instead, she pulls him closer, lets him trace the lines of her scales with his fingers while she transforms slowly now, deliberately, giving him something no other creature has ever seen.
MERMAID!READER ... who cries actual pearls when Clark has to leave for any Justice League mission that takes him away during her moon cycle. He finds her curled in the bathtub—his tub, the one she's claimed as her own—with tiny iridescent spheres scattered across the porcelain, her shoulders shaking. Clark's used to this by now, and he always strips down, climbs in behind her, and holds her through the worst of it. She presses the pearls into his palm one by one, still sniffling, and tells him they're protection. “Wear them,” you whisper. "Come back to me and don't be long." He keeps them in his suit from that day forward, and every time he takes a hit, he thinks he feels them warm against his chest.
MERMAID!READER ... whose first time with Clark happens at their private cove spot under the moonlight, the tide creeping closer with every wave. He laid her back on the blanket, the moon painting her silver, and worshipped every inch of her like she was something sacred. When he finally pushed inside, slow and careful, she gasped and her legs trembled, and for a moment she thought she'd transform, but Clark held her through it, forehead pressed to hers, whispering how beautiful she was, how perfect. She came apart beneath him with a sound that made the waves crash harder against the shore.
MERMAID!READER ... who likes to ride Clark's thigh when your too sensitive for anything else. She crawls into his lap, and presses her slick cunt against the hard muscle of his thigh. He watches her with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, his hands gentle on her hips as she rocks against him, chasing something slower this time. She likes that he lets her set the pace. Likes that he doesn't rush her even when his cock is straining against his stomach. When she finally comes, shaking and quiet, she buries her face in his neck and murmurs something in Old Mer that she refuses to translate. He figures it out later anyway. It means mine.
MERMAID!READER ... who begs Clark to take her from behind while she's fully transformed, her tail splayed across the wet rocks of their cove. She's always careful on land, but here she can let go. He pushes into her slowly, his hands braced on either side of her hips, and watches the way her scales ripple with each thrust, shimmering. Her voice echoes off the cove walls, high and melodic, and when she comes, the water around them surges, waves crashing against the entrance. Clark follows seconds later, buried so deep he feels like he might never find his way out.
MERMAID!READER ... who learns that her voice has other uses besides singing. The first time Clark goes down on her, she's a mess of incoherent sounds, gasps, whimpers, broken little moans that seem to make the room vibrate. But when he finds that spot inside her with his tongue, a true siren's keen tears from her throat, high and clear and carrying. Clark freezes, looking up at her with wide eyes, his lips slick. “Did you just—” She claps a hand over her mouth, face burning. “Sorry. I'm sorry. I can't always—” He grins, slow and devastating, and dips his head back down. “Do it again,” he murmurs against her, and she absolutely does.
MERMAID!READER ... who discovers that full moons affect her in other ways too. She's not just loopy, she's insatiable. The third full moon after they become lovers, she wakes Clark at 2 AM by straddling him, her skin fever-hot, pupils blown wide. “Need you,” you slur, already grinding against him. “Please, Clark, I need—” He's inside her before she finishes the sentence, hands gripping her hips as she rides him with a desperation that borders on feral. She comes three times before the moon passes its apex, and Clark has to physically restrain her from a fourth when her legs give out and she can barely keep her eyes open. “Tomorrow,” he promises, kissing her sweat-damp forehead. She pouts but curls into him anyway, asleep within seconds. He watches the moon set through the window and thinks he might be the luckiest man alive.
Why is the Pitt genuinely causing me actual stress, like this last episode with Langdon is making me so anxious??? IDK I feel conflicted cuz like he’s one of my favorite characters and I really relate to his storyline, but I hated his apology to Santos and she was definitely right in the argument. but like I also don’t want him to get fired.
Why can’t I be normal about any piece of media ever???
Anyone else notice how anytime Langdon is having a conversation with Dana, she has to remind him about his wife? Like in multiple conversations, Langdon will be talking about something and then Dana will go, “what about Abby?” And Langdon is lowkey like 😶
his awkward ass double thumbs up after getting flirted with is doing so much for the inexperienced loser disguising as a fuckboy frank langdon narrative i’m spreading
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