I’m just at camp to get railed by Floyd in his mer form. On another note am I the only one who thinks it’s kinda hot when he pulls his scary face?
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floyd leech x gn!reader
you are absolutely not alone, anon. his pupils shrink and his fist clenches and i get on all fours and bark. same goes for that one deranged smile of jade's whenever his genteel mask slips far enough to flash sharp teeth. scary eels hot.
now, floyd's well aware of just how attracted you are to his true form -- and this delights him to no end, because most humans find him frightening (well... more so than usual) when he's like that. even so, it's going to take some serious cajoling on his part to get you into that lake for a slippery good time, for several reasons.
for starters, it's broad daylight and you're in public, and while you might get an exhibitionistic little thrill out of the possibility of getting caught in the act, it's not something you actually want to happen. god knows you'd never be able to look any of your classmates in the eye again. your other concern is that the lake is... a natural lake. who the hell knows what's in it? and i'm not even talking giant catfish. it's just unsanitary.
so, yeah. floyd's got his work cut out for him convincing you to take part in some aquatic playtime, though he's got a bit of a (proverbial) leg up because, as i've already pointed out, he knows you're a total slut for him when he's like this. (alright, you're a total slut for him pretty much always, but especially when he's in his real body.) and because floyd can be terrifyingly adept at getting what he wants when he's actually motivated, you are at a serious disadvantage.
he's already gotten you as far as the lake's damp, loamy bank, smiling beatifically up at you with half-lidded, almost hypnotic eyes that make you understand all too well how the sailors in the stories were so easily coaxed to their fully embraced doom. his long tail skims lazily through the murky water as he wraps both arms around your legs and hugs you just short of bruisingly tight, his skin cool and viscous against yours because you rolled your pants up to your knees to dip your feet in the lake. he rests his cheek in your lap and whispers to you, claws skimming the backs of your calves, his voice soft and persuasive and punctuated by hungry, serpentine hisses.
why not come for a swim with him? just for a little bit. he's the biggest, scariest thing in this lake, and he won't let the small fry hurt you. he'd gut anything that tried and feed it to you after. c'mon, shrimpy. he wants to feel you sssqueezing him from the inside and he doesn't wanna wait till later.
and you... well, you are persuaded to forget all about scummy lake water and peeping toms, at least for the time it takes floyd to drag you gasping and flailing into the lake, laughing gleefully with every last one of his serrated teeth on gleaming display -- yes, even the second set of teeth in his pharyngeal jaw. his skin's so slippery you have to dig your nails in deep, deep as you clutch at his shoulders, and even then you might have fallen right off his dick if he hadn't wrapped his tail securely around your waist to keep you right where you are. right where you belong, getting your shrimpy little brains fucked out in the middle of his element.
and while we're talking dick, floyd's is always good -- proportional to the rest of him, which means big, with a slit that just waterfalls oddly opalescent precum and a curve that hits just right when he pushes your knees level with your shoulders and all but drills you through whatever flat surface he's laid you out on. but in this form? it's even better, flushed a pretty green and textured in a way human dicks just aren't, slippery as hell thanks to the slime that secretes from his skin, smoothing the way for the teeth-rattling thrust of him. the water's splashing so violently around the two of you that anything approaching floyd's size and strength that might've been living in this lake has probably been scared off.
when you dry off as best you can and stumble back to camp on noodly legs with a burning sort of ache in your hips, the quality of the thunderous silence that greets you -- you don't even hear any birds chirping -- banishes any remaining hope you might've had that you somehow weren't overheard. floyd is predictably unrepentant, but you make an immediate beeline for the tent in which you'll be hiding for the foreseeable future -- until floyd drags you back out of it, that is.
Candid I HATE that u said this bc now I’m thinking about thigh riding 😒
And Jade would be the worst ugh. All the teasing? With the straightest face? Like he’s not hard as steel watching u dissolve into a mess grinding on his thigh smfh
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jade leech x afab!reader
well now i'm thinking about it so i guess we'll just have to suffer together!! but, like, in his defense, he's only giving you what you wanted.
it's just -- the two of you are dating now, supposedly, but most of the time it hardly feels any different to the way things were before. his vice housewarden duties and his shifts at the mostro lounge keep his schedule packed to the -- sorry -- gills, and even when you do get a chance to spend some time alone together, more often than not his attention is divided between you and something else.
like when he's shuffling through thick sheaves of paperwork that probably have something or other to do with the lounge, though for all you know they could be plans to take over the world. you, meanwhile, are failing spectacularly at pretending to be absorbed in your own busywork while you fail even harder at not sneaking glances in jade's direction, biting your thumbnail when he absently tucks his long dark forelock behind his ear. which is just embarrassing, really.
though perhaps not quite as embarrassing as the noise you make when he tucks a hand around your waist, apropos of nothing, and hoists you neatly out of your chair and into his lap. over his thigh, specifically.
you feel more than hear him chuckle at your expense, the sound humming through your middle as he eases you back against his chest and brushes a hand down your front that settles itself on your belly, thumb smoothing over your waistband. now this is much better, isn't it? he murmurs, retrieving his pen and shifting in his seat so his thigh -- perhaps coincidentally, but almost certainly not -- presses flush against your crotch. you just looked so lonely sitting over there by yourself, and he does so hate to see you sad.
right. you're sure he's just being altruistic here, as he holds you in his lap like a spoiled pet while he works, fountain pen scratching across the page as he tenses his thigh and presses it up further between your legs, so your inseam bunches up tight and hard against your clit. you dig your nails into the sliver of bare wrist visible between his sleeve and the edge of his glove and determine to keep your hips still because you are not gonna give him the satisfaction of humping his leg while he mostly ignores you, but you're already squeezing his thigh between both of yours and bearing down, seeking more pressure.
and jade -- jade just keeps rifling through his paperwork, crossing out a word here and signing his name there, breath even and heart thumping steadily against your back. you'd think he wasn't aware of you at all if not for the slow but steady grind of his leg against your cunt, pulling your inseam taut as the fabric of his pants rustles softly against yours, his thumb stroking your belly as your abdominal muscles tense and jump like you've been shocked. you are rubbing yourself against him in earnest now, pride forgotten already, sweating in your school uniform and biting your lip to keep from whining aloud. it's not like you've never thought about getting off on just jade's leg before, not like you've never ridden a pillow and pretended the soft down was firm muscle. you'll be embarrassed about it later.
no, you are far too desperate to be embarrassed, and that whine you were holding so valiantly back finally slips free as something closer to a sob when jade puts down his pen, paperwork finished at last, and puts one hand on your hip to hold you effortlessly still while he flicks open your button fly with his thumb and forefinger. he eases your pants and your underwear down your hips and thighs and you lift up to kick them the rest of the way off, clinging to him when he turns you around to face him and settle you back down over his thigh, bare from the waist down.
well, you're bare from the waist down. jade's as buttoned up as ever, a slight smile on his lips as your toes curl and your thighs tense at the friction of his wool trousers dragging against your naked clit. you scoot further into his lap, pressing your thigh against his hard-on -- and oh, is he hard, though no one would ever know it from the cool and collected look on his face -- and start grinding your hips in tight circles that make your wet pussy squelch against his leg. you are making a mess all over him, staining the dark fabric of his pants darker, and later you will be embarrassed about that too.
right now, though, you are dissolving into a drooling, sobbing mess against his shoulder as he presses lightly on the small of your back and hitches up his leg to make it easier for you to ride him, ignoring your pleas for him to fuck you until he finally concedes just enough to hook your thighs up and around his waist so that you're no longer riding his leg but his cock through the stiff, straining fabric of his pants. you are one big wet ache of muscle and hormones, and when your clit catches against the hard seam of his zip the orgasm you've been fighting for tremors through your cunt and makes you gush all over jade's already-soiled pants.
jade seems entirely unbothered by this, cuddling you close and kissing your sweaty cheek. perhaps next time you'll venture to ask for his attention rather than suffer in silence?
not, he amends, stroking his thumb down your overworked clit and flashing his teeth in a pleased smile when you hiss, that he especially minds watching you squirm.
I'm convinced the leech twins know they're as pretty as they are intimidating
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jade & floyd leech x gn!reader
not only are they well aware, they will absolutely weaponize it to their advantage, to the surprise of literally no one.
difficult client trying to renege on their contract? sometimes flirting them into submission is just as fun as running up their dental bill! trying to persuade a mark into making a bad life decision at azul's behest? all they have to do is bat their lacy lashes and watch the poor unfortunate soul of the hour fall over themself to sign on the dotted line, 'cause there's a sucker born every minute and apparently most of them are attending this school.
and once they set their sights on you -- well. i hope you possess an abundance of inner fortitude because you will need it, lest these conniving eels unscrew every last one of your hinges. get used to their eyes glimmering slyly at you from under their stupidly long lashes, the suggestive curves of their lips that always look as sleek and soft as if they've been coated with gloss, to being brushed up against in the hallways even though there was plenty of room for them to get by without trailing their long fingers down the back of your hand and making you break out in full-body goosebumps. do not set foot in octavinelle if you don't want to be cornered and toyed with like a mouse at the mercy of a hungry cat.
but maybe you do want exactly that -- deep down in the very pit of you, so deep that you're scarcely aware of it yourself. go ahead; give in. just don't expect any mercy from them once you have; you're far too fun to play with for them to go easy on you now.
I was thinking about crushing on Jade the other day and I realized I would not be able to handle it. This man would not be oblivious. He sees the details. He KNOWS I like him. And he won't say anything about it; He'll just watch me suffer. And when I realize he knows, I'd probably be sad. If he knows and hasn't said anything I'd assume that's a rejection, and a confession would almost feel silly since he has known how I feel since the start. I imagine being in some situation where I tell him, "You know how I feel about you..." And... I just want a happy ending where he'll finally put a pause on his amusement and possibly reciprocate my feelings and then he can go back to chuckling cause he can read me clear as day but at least now I get to cling to him and give him kisses and demand kisses back.
cw sfw but suggestive toward the end. minors dni 🔞
jade leech x gn!reader
your trepidation is completely understandable; few souls on nrc's prestigious grounds would have the courage to place themselves in the uniquely mortifying position of crushing on the infamous jade leech, and even fewer have the wherewithal to actually confess. you've just about given up on taking that plunge yourself when one of your friends points out, pragmatically enough, that jade wouldn't have drawn things out for this long if he had no interest in you at all.
they're not wrong. after all, jade's very favorite people tend to be the ones who amuse him the most -- floyd, azul. if he truly had no interest in you whatsoever, if he were to grow bored with you because you no longer provided him with the entertainment you once had, he simply wouldn't bother with you anymore.
oh, he'd still be polite to you -- jade is nothing if not unfailingly polite, even and perhaps especially when he's playing the loan shark (loan eel?) and threatening people with violence -- but he wouldn't tease you like he does now. he wouldn't brush up against you with the purposefully flimsy excuse that he was reaching for something else, laughing softly when you stammer and blush. maybe it's this realization that finally compels you to confess. maybe you're just sick of the uncertainty, preferring rejection over this painful limbo.
knowing for certain that he does, in fact, reciprocate your feelings brings you great relief, alongside giddy excitement. just be aware that your new relationship status has only opened up new avenues for jade to tease you: standing perfectly straight and tall when you go in for a kiss and not bending down to meet you until you ask nicely; flustering you in front of your friends and classmates by calling you dear and sweet; and ladening your conversations with progressively thicker innuendos made all the more pointed by newfound intimate knowledge of what makes you flush and squirm (and moan) the most.
you're better off brainstorming ways to fluster him back than you are complaining; after all, dear, you did sign up for this.
leona fucks harder when he's jealous which is great because floyd won't shut up about how cute shrimpy looks underneath him. he's not gonna get shown up by some fish, damn it!
leona kingscholar x gn!reader, implied floyd leech x gn!reader
slkjdjf in response to this post.
like, on the one hand, he doesn't have a damn thing to prove, least of all to you. shut the hell up, ruggie on the other hand (the hand he uses to jerk himself off, probably), he is literally thisclose to filleting himself a fucking fish.
he never used to pay much attention to leech beyond that initial, instinctual threat assessment, but what the fuck, was the guy's voice always this goddamn grating? because it's assailing leona's sensitive ears like nails on fucking chalkboard, every other sentence punctuated by that stupid wheezing laugh that sounds a helluva lot hoarser than it ought to, like the guy lost half of his annoying voice doing -- something. going down on you, maybe, eating you out voracious and deep till you lock your fingers up in that stupid blue hair and tug? 'cause the way leech keeps flicking his long, slimy tongue around like he's savoring some lingering aftertaste sure would fucking seem to imply as much.
he considers expending whatever effort it would take to kick the guy's skinny ass -- he's sure got the motivation for it -- but then he thinks of you (feels like all he can fucking think about is you, and what a pain in the ass that is) and that dumb wounded bambi look you'd get on your face if you found out, because you would find out. what he hates the most is how you almost never get mad, just disappointed, and he was supposed to have stopped caring about being a disappointment to literally everyone he's ever met fucking eons ago.
so, fuck it, fine. whatever. he'll just apply himself to another means of venting his considerable frustrations, 'cause that's what everyone's always on his goddamn case about, right? fucking applying himself.
and he applies himself commendably, if he says so his goddamn self. you're just lucky he pulled you out of classes in the middle of the day, so no one's around to hear you shouting yourself hoarse as leona makes a very pointed effort at eating you out till you almost pull a muscle, fangs scraping your thighs and rough tongue twisting you inside out. (you're luckier still that it didn't occur to him to rent a room at octavinelle and fuck you there. just wait, he'll probably think of it one day.)
you might as well resign yourself to having your knees pushed up to your shoulders for hours on end, too. (you really should know by now that stretches are your best friend!) because leona's gonna be applying himself all over you till you forget that anybody else could have possibly come even a little bit close to fucking you as good as him.
(just wait till the news spreads to all your other boyfriends. competitive fucking may not have been a thing before, but it sure as hell is now.)
In the same line if thoughts- deciding on ordering a dildo so you can get the d for when he's too busy working but he somehow finds out and ends up ordering one for you and presents it to you himself with that closed eye smile of his. But I love the idea of him wanting to choose what you put inside you if it isn't him.
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jade leech x afab!reader
sequel of sorts to this. "but I love the idea of him wanting to choose what you put inside you if it isn't him" took me the fuck out, btw. like i just need to stress the herculean effort it took for me to peel myself off the floor and type out a semi-coherent response to this!! jesus christ!!
but i think he'd end up getting you the twisted wonderland equivalent of a bad dragon dildo, specifically molded to look and feel like a merman's cock. it's an imperfect imitation -- jade can't help but wonder if the sculptor has ever actually been intimate with a merperson or if they based their creative vision entirely off of porn -- but as a substitute, it should do nicely enough.
the length and width are about right, the heft is realistic and the texture ought to feel nice rubbing up against you (and inside of you). color ranked low on his list of specifications (because of course he had one) but he was pleasantly surprised to find that this particular model came in a color that skews uncannily close to his own cock -- shaded deep green at the base and gradually lightening toward a virid pink tip, like the still-furled bud of a young flower. now all that's left is to give it a test drive, hmm? after all, if it doesn't suit your needs, he'd like to send it back within the 30-day return window.
what's that? you thought you'd try it out later, in private? you'd be embarrassed if he stayed and watched? oh, but how will he know if you liked it or not if he's not here to observe your reactions himself? if you were to try it out in private and found it wanting, you might lie and say that you did like it to spare his feelings. but your face when you come -- that doesn't lie.
and, oh -- while it's true that he'll be taking close stock of your reactions, he never said he was only going to watch.
so, like, i hope you did some stretching today because you are going to be pinned down and held open as wide as you can go, the muscles strung through your inner thighs straining and aching as jade rubs the flared head of the toy he bought you down your tingling clit before slipping it shallowly into your clenching pussy, rocking it in and out a couple times as you twitch and shudder in anticipation beneath of him. it's slick with lube, drenched in lube, a pale imitation of the thick rivulets of slime that secrete from his body when he's in the water, and it just makes the absolute wettest, most embarrassing schlucking sound as he fucks it the rest of the way in, textured silicone rubbing up against your walls in a much closer imitation to the way his cock feels inside you.
i also hope you're well rested, because he's not letting you up for a good long while, either -- not until he's taken full stock of your reactions, his dimly glowing eyes glued to your face, an amused smile on his lips as you rock up to meet the punch of the toy. he's holding you open with one hand and fucking the silicone cock in and out of you with the other, and he's not even breathing hard. you'd think he was entirely unaffected if not for the hot press of his own hard cock against the back of your thigh.
he's probably wrung, what, at least three orgasms out of you, your pussy feeling as wet and soft and tender as a bruised peach fallen off the branch, when you start to beg for his cock, his real cock. but he just laughs at you, gently, mockingly, and reminds you that you're the one who wanted a toy. surely it's just as good as the real thing, if you were willing to settle for it? and you bite your lip bloody and thrash like a suffocating fish, your body clamping up so tight around another orgasm it almost pushes the dildo out of your pussy. fuck, fuck you, you hate this fucking thing.
(you do not hate that fucking thing. you keep it locked in a bedside drawer where curious grims can't rifle through and lovingly swaddled in an antibacterial lint-repelling cloth bag for future use.)
(and yes, in case you were wondering: jade does use it on you again.)
Oh man- I was here thinking about missing my boy Jamil and sneaking into his tent at night to sleep with him, but that's nothing compared to being passed around 😳 Heehee, offer Ruggie a solo turn with you when you get back to campus to let out his frustrations on not getting to keep any magicstones.
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jamil viper x gn!reader & ruggie bucchi x gn!reader
jamil is SHOCKED -- shocked and appalled, i tell you! -- that you would be shameless enough to try to seduce him in a public setting. in a tent, no less, which aren't exactly known for their soundproofing. he was happy to get a break from babysitting kalim, but now here you are, doing your utmost to give him a heart attack.
wait no get back here, he didn't tell you to leave, did he? if you're going to raise his blood pressure with your LUSTFUL WILES, the least you can do is offer him a bit of stress relief. you won't mind if he uses snake whisper on you to keep you quiet, will you? as you'll recall, these tent walls are quite thin.
ruggie's still bitter over being forced to use up that magestone, but he won't say no to a consolation prize! eating you out won't fill his stomach, but you taste delicious enough to almost make up for your lack of nutritional value. he likes it best when you ride his face, lazily rocking your hips into his mouth while your thighs hug his jaw and your fingers drag through his hair to scratch him behind the ears. and if you really want to lift his mood, you'll whip him up a nice homecooked meal afterward and feed it to him in bed. what a peach you are 💛
You know how Idia's lips are naturally blue? I hope the head of his cock is blue too
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idia shroud x gn!reader
it is and he's mortified about it. his one saving grace here is that it's easier to hide than, say, his teeth or his hair, though god knows how he manages in the locker room whenever he's compelled to actually attend PE. never mind that in a school populated by dragon fae, beastmen, and merfolk a blue dick is comparatively mundane; to idia, his problems, real or imagined, big or small, are always the most catastrophic out of anyone's.
you're lucky he's more pent up than a dormant geyser, or else you might never lay eyes on his dick, let alone hands. even then, he spends a good chunk of your intimate time together fending off a panic attack, so petrified by the fear that you're secretly laughing at him you have to repeatedly remind him that sex is a team sport and it's okay for him to touch you back.
and if you want idia to feel at all better about himself, you're going to have to work for it. you'll be spending a lot of time on his dick and you need to make it explicitly clear just how much you love it. tell him in detail and at length how pretty it is, just as pretty as the rest of him. give him sloppy, desperate blowjobs, paying special attention to his head where it's flushed the darkest shade of blue, like the first cool wash of night bleeding over the horizon.
suck him off until he's tugging on your hair and shoulders and coming with a whine that you can feel like a twinge between your legs, then pull away with a slurp so he can get a good look at your sweaty face, at your swollen lips dripping thick strings of spider-silk cum. lick your mouth clean then let him tug you up and kiss you so he can lap up the rest, those sharp teeth he's usually so self-conscious about dragging very unselfconsciously over your lips.
he'll go right back to second guessing himself and your attraction to him once he's come down from his high, but that's alright. you don't at all mind convincing him over and over again until it sticks.
