Todays Hopper Thot, This One Courtesy Of @floraandfrost And Their Brilliant, Filthy Mind

today’s Hopper Thot™️, this one courtesy of @floraandfrost and their brilliant, filthy mind

The Deal

Jim Hopper x fem!Reader, smut (dry-humping/frottage), 18+ only (must have age in bio to read/interact, or else you’re getting blocked)

it’s late in the afternoon when Hopper gets home from work. it might be late for you, it’s still an early day for him. really, any day he’s not held up at the station until seven or later is an early day for him. he summons the energy to change out of his uniform and kick off his boots before crashing on the couch, but that’s about as far as he makes it.

cigarette in hand, head tilted back, thighs spread on the sofa—it’s a familiar sight as you pass through the living room, but you still get distracted anyway. it’s easy to get sidetracked by the sight of your boyfriend’s powerful body relaxed on the couch, his eyes half-lidded like he can’t decide if he should go to sleep right here.

your fingers itch to touch him. you can’t help it. there’s something instinctual, almost primal, about your attraction to Jim Hopper. it happens without you even having to think about it: one minute you’re mentally running through your list of chores, and the next you see Hopper sprawled on the couch and want to sit in his lap and make out with him until the cows come home. it’s embarrassing, really, how little things like a cigarette glowing between his lips or his flannel stretched over his belly turn you on.

and he doesn’t even know it. he’s sitting there with his eyes closed and head leaning back against the wall, completely unaware of the effect he has on you.

even though there are dishes in the sink to be dealt with and other chores to do, and Hopper is definitely just trying to relax, your body yearns to be close to his. really, he’s right there. you can’t not touch him, right?

right.

his eyes open just as you step into the open vee of his thighs. he looks up at you lazily and draws the cigarette out of his mouth, resting it in the tray on the side table.

“hey there,” he drawls.

“hi,” you murmur back. your fingers slide over the collar of his flannel. the shirt lays open at the neck and shows the unruly hair that peaks out above his white tank top.

as your hands wander across his shoulders, his hands wander too. predictably, they end up on the backs of your thighs, sliding up and over your ass before resting on your lower back. his heavy hands invite you closer, and you step in until your knees knock against the couch. the sofa groans in protest as you settle down onto Hopper’s lap, your legs on either side of his hips.

“long day?” you ask.

he nods.

your hand rests on his shoulder, kneading the tight muscle there. “anything I can do to make it better?”

a faint smile curls at the corner of his lips. his broad palm slips lower, cupping your ass, and pulls you down into his lap. “already are,” he rumbles.

“I meant, is there anything else I can do to make it better,” you tease.

Hopper shakes his head. he reaches over for his still-lit cigarette and takes a long pull. letting it out slowly, he tilts his head and looks at you lazily. “just sit there and look pretty,” he says.

you smile and shift your weight in his lap. “I can do that.”

he seems content just to sit here, but the suggestive position—your thighs spread around his hips, his big hand cupping your ass—sends your mind down a dangerous road. how can you not think about the other things you can be doing right now?

calm down, you tell yourself. he just got home from work. don’t jump his bones already.

but your boyfriend is perceptive and he notices your squirming. a lazy grin spreads across his face. “need something, sweetheart?”

you have two options. one: you could play it off as just trying to get comfortable. that’s the safe option. two: you could admit that just the closeness of him and the low, smoky sound of his voice is making you needy.

his eyes study your face. you can’t hide from Hopper. you never could.

option two it is.

“yeah,” you admit. you squirm in his lap and your hands curl around his broad shoulders.

his grin grows wider. he relaxes further into the couch, sliding down slightly and casually resting his right arm over the back of the cushion. “well, be my guest. take what you need, sweetheart.”

for a moment, your brain shorts out as you try and process what he’s telling you. then he grips your ass and pushes your hips against his and the feeling of him already half-hard in his jeans makes your mouth drop open.

oh. that’s what he wants you to do?

he brings the cigarette to his lips. the tip glows as he sucks in a breath and watches you. he gives you the subtlest nod, just the slightest command of what to do. with your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself, you rock your hips against his once—slowly, deliberately, experimentally.

fuck, that feels good.

Hopper just smiles lazily as he finally realizes how easily he affects you. you roll your hips against him again, slotting his clothed erection against your core.

“that’s it,” he croons. “that feel good, honey?”

you nod, half ashamed, half aroused. he slouches even further so that the next roll of your hips is against the lower curve of his belly as much as it against his crotch. his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of the trail of hair leading into his jeans. your mouth waters. you know what he’s hiding under the rough denim. you know that if you unbuttoned his jeans and tugged the fabric aside, you would find him hard and thick and weeping pre-come for you already. you know how full you would feel if you let him inside you and fucked him right here; just the memory makes you throb with that phantom stretch of his cock pushing into you.

a tiny moan escapes your lips. Hopper lets out a thin trail of smoke through his nose and grins.

“you like that, baby girl?”

already, your brain feels a little fuzzy. “wh-what?”

“you like this? you like rubbing yourself on me?”

you nod, too ashamed to say the words aloud.

“you look real pretty like this, you know,” he says. his left hand finds your ass again, squeezing the supple curve of it. “gettin’ all flustered, humping my lap. you’re so fuckin’ pretty, honey. maybe we should do this more often.”

your cheeks burn, but the embarrassment doesn’t stop the movement of your hips. your hands fall to his belly, pressing for leverage as you grind harder, messier. you’re just wearing an oversized shirt and panties, so you feel every ridge in his denim trousers providing friction just where you need it. if you looked down, you’re almost positive you’ve already soaked through your panties and onto his jeans.

“do you think you can come like this?” he drawls.

“huh?”

“can you come like this?” he asks, pointedly. “can you making yourself come just grinding on me?”

you nod your head yes.

“let’s make a deal, okay? you make yourself come like this and then I’ll give you something real to ride. let me finish this smoke and I’ll slip my cock right into that pretty pussy. you can ride me as long as you want, sweetheart.”

you throb at his words. it’s easy to imagine the picture he’s painting: his cigarette smudged out in the tray, his fingers hooking your panties and dragging them aside, the fat head of his length prodding at your entrance and slipping in until you’re stuffed full. he would do it, too. he would lay here sprawled on the couch and let you fuck yourself on his cock as long as you want.

you want that so bad. the movement of your body quickens as you race towards the conclusion, already wanting this first climax and the promise of what comes after. your fingers curl in the soft fabric of Hopper’s flannel. still, you need more; just the denim-covered bulge and soft curve of his belly aren’t enough for you.

“please kiss me,” you beg.

he smiles. his free hand cups your cheek. “sure, honey. since you asked so nicely.”

his kiss is sweet at first, but it turns filthy when he slips his tongue past your lips, seemingly hell-bent on exploring the deepest corners of your mouth. the room is silent save for the sound of his mouth on yours and your own needy little noises, but you’re too turned on to be self-conscious about it. he tilts your face to give himself better access to your mouth and crumple into him.

“Hopper,” you moan against his mouth. “Jim.”

“that’s me,” he teases.

the roll of your body quickens as your peak draws nearer and nearer. he’s fully hard in his pants now, thick and proud and surely weeping pre-come into his underwear.

“Jim— Jim, please,” you whimper.

“please what?”

“keep kissing me.”

in the absence of his fingers or his mouth or his cock between your thighs, you’ll take the hot slide of his tongue in your mouth instead. he kisses the breath from your lungs as you grind desperately into his lap. he breaks away only to take a pull from his dying cigarette. his eyes are dark pools of lust, getting wider by the minute.

“fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart. you’re so pretty when you come, you know that? nothing prettier in the world.”

“please touch me,” you beg, already feeling the knot inside you twist tighter and tighter.

“nope,” he chides. “you gotta do it yourself. I know you can.”

“Hop,” you whine, petulant and bratty.

he just shakes his head. he leans back on the couch, the picture of contentment with his cigarette balanced between his lips and his left hand curling around your hip. somehow that helps you reach your end—the idea of him watching you, of being watched, of being so desperate and pathetic that you’d dry-hump him on the couch in search of an orgasm—that’s what sends you over. the smug satisfaction on Hopper’s face contrasted by the need on yours is just too much. the string snaps with a loose cry and the curling of your fingers in Hopper’s shirt. it’s an intense orgasm, verging on painful; your walls clench tight and releases in waves of pleasure that engulf your whole body.

it leaves you shaking in Hopper’s lap, your underwear soaked, your thighs loose around his hips.

ready for him, you think. ready to be fucked, just like he promised.

Hopper’s cigarette dies. he stamps it out in the tray. his right hand travels down to his belt, the metal clinking as he starts to unbuckle it. his gaze rakes down your body to the crux of your thighs and then back up to your face. his eyes meet yours as he yanks off his belt.

“good job, baby girl. looks like I have a deal to make good on.”

[FIN.]

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Stanford Pines x Self-Insert

Summary ;; Ford Pines discovers a strange glowing red flower, obviously he brings it back to the shack to bring it underground and study it. But Stanley has other plans, seeing it as a business opportunity, but of course he messes it up

~~~~ (I'm sorry I forgot to use they/them pronouns so this is a Stan x female self insert)~~~~

EdIt;: Im rly sorry if its bad, its been a long while since I wrote fanfic but I love this man to death I need this ;( y'all would tell me if this is shit or not right? pls hlp

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Stanley's POV

Ford comes barreling in with something glowing red in his hands "the hell is that?" his brother didn't reply, instead he neatly stacked his books and gently places on the diner table a black pot with a large glowing flower.

Similar to a Lily, three long tubes with large pollen balls on each end gently emited small visible spores. I get irritated that he's ignoring me, again, and turn the tv off to lessen the noise "hey dick face!".

He looks at me with the highest form of disrespect, "Can you please tell me what the hell that thing is doing in my living room?" Ford huffed and straightened his glasses.

"techniqly this is my house Stanley. secondly! I don't know! I found it today. But I do know that I need to drive to my lab and retrieve some nessecary equipment items that I think would be beneficial of concealing this thing until I can learn more~"

The nerdy Pine brother looked 'too' excited about this research, "riiiiight, because playing with a flower is scientific?" my brother groans again "god why are you so childish! Just let me be happy about this discovery" I held my hands up in defense.

As he packed somethings up, he takes a step and looks at me very seriously, "listen Stan, I'm gonna be gone a while. Please, do not sell the damn flower in your freak shop. And more importantly. Do. Not. Touch. It."

I look back at the flower, everything about it calling to me to not sell it but cause general mischief for my brother and his nerdy hobbies. "yeah yeah, I promise! Jeez, you really think so low of your own blood?" he rolls his eyes and exits the living room with a sarcastic "yes.".

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Self-Insert's POV

My cold wet hair dripped down my hot skin, I wrapped the towel around my chest, securing it well, then clipping the bottom, for no unnecessary 'drafts' of wind.

I combed my hair back out of my face and misted some perfume on before leaving the bathroom with the intention of going to my room and getting dressed. Until, !CRASH!

Rushing down the stairs with zero regards for slipping on my ass, I make it to the bottom to find Stanley Pines, my dear close friend, face covered in what looked like red spray paint and a broken flower pot with soil on the ground.

"Stan! What the- " I run to his side, holding his face with my hands to inspect the damage. I sprint to the kitchen and get some wet paper towels, trying to gently remove the mystery color from his face.

"Yeah yeah I know, Ford told me not to touch it already. But I didn't techniqly!" As I am dabbing his nose with the wet towel I give him a 'bruh' look. He protests "I'm serious! That damn flower basically farted this stuff in my face!" I laugh at his explanation.

As I finish cleaning the last of the flower spores from his eyes and nose, I notice an unfamiliar heat radiating from him like he was a mobile fireplace. Looking at his face, I see without the spores he is very flushed and red faces, a gentle sweat beginning at his bushy silver brows.

I put my lips to his forehead to feel his temperture, only to be met with an iron skillet burning my face, "Ow! Good Lord, how are you still alive! Your burning like grits with no butter!" I push the hair from his dripping face, to better see, he seems shy and sheepish? Stanley Pines? Shy?

Stanley's POV

I can't handle it, god this was such a mistake, I should have listened to Ford! Her glowing skin was the only thing I could pay attention to, as she spoke it was like how adults speak in cartoons.

When she was cleaning my eyes with the paper towel, I felt her breath, it sent chills through my whole body, like I was a teenager again! Her neck looked so... exposed... My body was turning up the heat like it was thanksgiving day.

I unconsciously trailed my eyes downward, (Self-Insert) continued her health assessment check with me, all my senses got more and more sensative. The TV volume was on low but it sounded like it was wracking inside my skull.

The living room light looked so bright and yellow for my eyes, I thought they were gonna dry away to dust. (Self-Insert)'s smell, fueling me into my lungs and straight to my member, so sweet, like honey and vanilla.

Her touch, as she nervously holds onto my arm for foundation, I can't think about anything else but the electrical storm going on with her beautiful body being pressed up against my old ass having a stroke on the floor in my fucking boxers. Real charming Stanley.

I unknowingly found myself gripping her wrist to bring her closer, hooking my arm around her waist and cupping each hip perversely. "T-Toots-... I can't... think... I don't think I... can even breath right now... but-" looking up deep into her eyes, the tent on me rises high to the sky.

Self-Insert's POV

The elder man aggressively shoved me, falling to my back but not hitting my head, thanks to his hand engulfing the back of my skull. Stanley's arms were firmly planted next to my head, his girtle not present but his very, very large lower half pushing past my legs, nothing but the thin blue and white striped cloth gently laying against my womanhood like a dog sitting on top of the bun.

"I can't explain how much I want- no..." Stanley falls forward, dipping his head to my throat like he's gonna rip it all out, "Need you~" I watch carefully, scared but, weirdly excited? His giant hands engulfing my wrists, the heart violently beating against his palm, "Stan." I say, to try and get his attention.

Suddenly rocking his hips to an imaginary song, he shifted his hands from my wrists to my biceps, pushing his weight on me as both our pre-cum juices covered and soaked his boxers. I couldn't run, the man was 5x larger than me, and I mean, It's not like it doesn't feel good~

Stanley grunted exhastedly, looking like a horny boy humping his pillow. The stubble on his face scratched all over me as he open mouth licked me like a loli-pop and drunkenly sucked hickies from my throat to my collarbones, he kept saying stuff like "I swear. you taste so good.", "I wish I could eat you like cake~", "say my name again, and I think I'll bust".

Gently removing himself from licking my neck, Stan suddenly rips my towel open, my no longer steaming body, hitting the freezing cold ac air of the mystery shack. Not saying a word, a small dripple of saliva dripping from his lip as sweat poured from his face.

His calloused fingers found their way to my chest with no hesitation, picking each bud with his pointer and thumb and rolling them around, my breath hitched as he pulled and let them fall back watching the buds grow stuffer and pinker "pretty, pink, buds" he murmurs.

While he gawked and played with my titties, I open my legs a bit more, adding to the closeness, his shaft firmly pressed to my soaking entrance. Reaching for the elastic of his boxers, I stick my thumbs in, circling around his waist and intending to push them down, feeling his swelled tip bed for attention.

!!EHEM!!-

Stanley's POV

(Self-Insert) sat in my lap as we watched my favorite romantic drama movie, my brother sat at the table next to us, toying with his glowing flower, that surprisingly lived.

Ford gagged once more, like he did for the 100th time, "I fucking hate you Stanley.".

I groan and drop my arm from the air dramatically, "Jesus fucking Christ Ford I already said I was in the wrong and I was sorry. How was I supposed to know it was gonna spit some sexy love juice in my face!" (Self-Insert) chuckled nervously as her face turned beat read again.

"Lets all of us just forget it okay. Please? Ugh~"

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I"M SO SORRY THAT WAS BAD- It was rushed and I'm finishing this at one thirty In the morning- AND I ALSO WORK- the lengths I go for horniness...

pls like...

<3

cartomancy: playing card meanings and info

cartomancy is a form of divination done with cards, tarot and oracle cards are used in cartomancy but regular playing cards (like poker or go fish cards) are also an option!

playing cards tend to be easier to read and a lot more straight to the point when it comes to readings. there are some overlaps with card meanings but that’s where your intuition comes in. what really matters is how you learn interpret the cards as you go.

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♥️ hearts: represents feelings, love, relationships, home, and family

ace - new friendships or relationships coming your way

two - good luck in friendships and relationships

three - be cautious towards people trying to get closer to you

four - future change or travel

five - someone is jealous of something you have

six - a surprise new relationship is forming

seven - broken promises

eight - new visitors and possible new invitations to things

nine - your wishes are on their way to coming true

ten - good fortune is coming for you and those around you

jack - represents a good friend

queen - a kind blonde woman in your life

king - a kind blond man in your life

♠️ spades: represents challenges that may be coming in the future

ace - chapters ending or misfortune

two - a tough decision is coming, change and deceit may follow

three - possible trouble in relationships

four - personal illness or broken promises

five - obstacles followed by eventual success

six - improvements and small wins to build confidence

seven - bad advice from someone close to you, can lead to grief or loss

eight - be cautious, danger may be closer than you think

nine - bad luck, depression and anxiety might try to take hold

ten - bad news that will cause lots of worry

jack - an unpleasant, immature person in your life

queen - a selfish dark haired woman in your life

king - a selfish dark haired man in your life

♦️diamonds: represents money and finances

ace - you may receive an unexpected gift soon

two - disapproval of a friendship or relationship

three - possible legal trouble or arguments regarding money

four - you might stumble upon some unexpected money soon

five - improvements in your business or career

six - relationship troubles due to finances

seven - challenges at work

eight - surprise travel with money you didn’t know you had

nine - new business opportunities are around the corner

ten - good fortune and prosperity are coming to you

jack - a possibly unreliable light haired friend

queen - an outgoing light haired woman in your life

king - an accomplished light haired man in your life

♣️ clubs: positive things in your future

ace - financial gains and good news to come

two - possible challenges or maybe gossip about you

three - a wealthy partner may be on their way to you

four - betrayal by someone you trust

five - new friends and a new support system

six - success and prosperity in every aspect of your life

seven - success in business that leads to promotion and recognition

eight - difficulty in business, followed by a slow progression of growth

nine - new opportunities

ten - unexpected travel opportunities

jack - a reliable dark haired friend

queen - a helpful dark haired woman in your life

king - a strong dark haired man in your life

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you may notice there is no solid meaning for the joker card, that’s because the joker can be used with a number of different meanings or not used at all. i personally don’t use the joker card, but it can represent surprise events outside of your control, foolishness, immaturity, secrets being kept from you, etc. it’s all in your interpretation and intuition.

Please please update i feel as if ill die if i dont know what happens next!😍😍😍

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Mer!Otto Octavius x reader chap 4

The pounding in my skull brought my thoughts back to consciousness as I pried my lids open, but the more I tried adjusting my vision, it felt the more they blurred. I feel my body pulsate in agony, as I whimper pathetically, as feeling in my muscles and nerves started functioning again, I clawed at the wet concrete before me, feeling my surroundings.

Hard, cold, wet, very very wet. Then, something soft. Flesh like, the soft surface was cold to the touch. I close my eyes, as they were no use to me at the moment, letting my fingers find their own way. It was an arm, the strong bicep muscle flexed and gently relaxed under my touch, there were slight indentions or scar like textures.

I followed a specific scar line, up the bicep, shoulder, collarbone, chest. A very large hand enveloped mine, covering it completely, his thumb caressed the back of my hand "Are you alright?" his voice boomed like a boom box but was as soft as a whisper, I think he whispered to not scare me.

His voice sent chills down my spine, completely washing away the pain. "I can't see... It's all blurry... It... Hurts..." His hand trailed down my arm, to make sure I knew where It was going, and rested on my stomach "Where does it hurt dear?" I opened my eyes again with hot tears running down my cold face "Everywhere" I whimpered again, I've never felt so weak before. So vulnerable.

"Do no worry Dear. It will feel better. Give it time. I will stay if you'd like me to" I reached for his hand "Please. Don't leave me. Am I going to die?" his voice still calm, relaxing my nerves "Of course no Dear. I won't let it happen" His hand hovered over my belly and up my arm "Are you uncomfortable? Shall I stop?" I smile slightly "I'm not sure. I don't know you, yet you saved my life" his chuckle warmed my soul, and it felt like my brain was humming, like the voice of a god.

I felt the pounding in my head resisting its bloody banging, and the agonizing pulsation being soothed like a cold frost. I couldn't stop myself from relishing the feeling, letting a relaxed moan escaped my chapped lips "Good. Feels. So good" As I blinked away a few more tears, my stained glass vision became clear and the features of the enchanting creature that saved me before.

"What did you do to me?" He smiled and showed me his palms, the large calloused digits were covered in a strange thick teal substance "It's my saliva. I know its strange, but it helps sooth internal and external discomfort" I avert my sight to my legs and stomach covered in his slimy saliva "So... You... Licked me..." Still grateful, I can't help the thought 'this guy is a fucking psychopath'.

I tried scooting away for some space to gather my thoughts "No. I know that right now your probably uncomfortable. But I promise I mean no harm. I was just trying to help your agony" His cold hands reaching under the arch of my back to help me sit up, "Is there anything I can do my dear?" His voice dripping off his tongue like gold.

I raise my sight to his upper body, his soft and chub complexion did not hide the defined muscles that he did have under all the plush. There were slight scars covering his entire torso, but they look faded enough to almost be invisible, they  in swirls and spectacular tribal designs, how I saw them I have no clue but they added to his beauty.

His hand was replaced with something more soft and moist while he moved his hand to the bas of my neck so I could relax more. I continue my sightful journey to find the BOTTOM OF A FUCKING OCTPUS. HE LITERALLY HAD LIKE HUNDREDS OF DARK BLUE FUCKING WET OCTOPUS ARMS WITH SUCKERS AND EVERYTHING!?

I guess he saw my panic and quickly put his finger to his lip and told me to quiet down "wait! I know your scared, but please" my mind running through a millions thoughts "wha? what the fuck? how the fuck is this possible? this can't be real. I'm hallucinating" suddenly he wrapped his octo arms over and around my legs, they're wet, and squishy, and feel really weird, their cups being stuck to my leg like super glue.

His hand pulled my face by the cheek to look at him "I promise this is real my love. I promise I'm not here to hurt you" he said again, maybe he knows what its like for humans to see him? "H-How do I k-know that?" my fear getting the best of me and showing my stutter.

To show his peacefulness he gently laid my head back down and scooted a few inches away, letting the back end of his tentacles sink into the deep dark waters. I gently sit up as to not quickly rush the blood to my skull, his arms left dark purple circles on my legs "My apologies for the marks" he muttered apologetically.

I traced the circles with my fingers, they left warm spots on my skin, "interesting" I whisper. I scoot back and curl my legs "W-where are we? This w-wasn't the s-same c-cave we were in b-before" "I brought you to my cave. It was safer away from the human that was attacking you, you were hurt, I couldn't let you die" his voice trying to be as sincere as possible.

It reminded me of the reason why I don't hurt people anymore. My face flushing red and turning my face away, my body still tingling from the loss of his touch, I tried so hard to ignore the yearning my body wanted from him but I have to calm down first, he is literally a fucking merman, its his job to be attractive I can't fall like this.

I slightly look back up into his sorrowful eyes and think 'okay, maybe he's not like what the books say, maybe he's civilized?' I look around for my bag and worry a little "M-My bag. Wh-Where's my bag?" I watched his dementor change slightly to relaxed more "Right here!" he snatches it from behind a large rock and gently pushes towards me to no scare. How can so many people be scared of him, when he seems. So. Kind?

I reach for his hand on the bag and tug him closer, he happily obliges and... slither? forward. I reach in for my phone, only to find it smashed to pieces "fffffffffuck" a worried looked comes to his face "What's wrong?" "My phone is broken. It was the only way I could contact my family" "I apologize. I wish I could have stopped it from being destroyed".

WHY IS HE SO FUCKING NICE?!?! What fucking little mermaid bullshit is happening right now. I turn to the merman and gulp at his masculine and matured features "Wh-who are you?" I ask gently, hoping to not anger or upset him.

His gentle smile appearing again and replying with much joy "People call me Otto. Otto Octavius" I gasp, "Otto?" He nods his head questioningly "yes?" I reach into my bag again and pull out a small polaroid picture with my father and him at the docks at home "You met my father. Right?".

Almost like a dream he smiled widely, his toothy sharp grin shining brightly in the waters light "Ahh! Yes! Michael! I miss him. We met years ago, it was an accident, he hit a storm while fishing one day and was completely thrown off ship. I couldn't save the others, only him." His happy face frowning "I feel terrible I couldn't save them. They died. Painfully. But I saved him. That was the best decision of my life" he gestures to take the picture.

I oblige "Your father was a great man. Always hard headed but very kind, after meeting me, he did everything is his power to keep me safe from other humans that attacked me" giving the picture back and crawls behind the same rock and pulls out an old, dirty, and molded captains hat. "I kept it all these years. It was his captains hat. The only thing I had of him. Is he still alive?" he asks filled with worry.

I entangle my fingers with his "Yes. But, he recently got in another storm yesterday with me. He survived, but one harpoon got stuck in his arm. They're thinking of amputating it" sadness filling his face once more. Talk about expressional huh? I remembered the tablet "M-My father. He wanted me to find you and give y-you this" carefully pulling out the marble tablet, his eyes shot open with wonder and excitement "The old testament. A tale as old as time itself".

Gently setting it into his palms "What is it?" "in the beginning it tells where I am located. Then it goes on to say that the surface world will collide with the creatures of the sea in a terrible and fearsome war. Someone will become greedy for power and will try to destroy everything, just to have all species bow down to them" He pauses, tracing his fingers over the carved words.

"He said we we're in trouble Otto" he looks back up, I reach for his hand "Otto. Is the war happening to us?" Fear tracing my voice, quivering. He looks back down and up again "I-I'm not sure darling. I haven't read this in millennia's, my kind has always tried to make peace with the surface world, but never succeeded. Eventually we gave up and stayed out ground, as our territory was the waters." giving me the tablet back and sitting against a rock.

"Humans never understood boundaries, and when they crossed them we had no choice but to attack. So over the years they called us monsters. Creatures of the oceans instead of living breathing people who have just as much right to the world as they did".

I gulped the guilt away, god I've never felt so bad to be a human, we are so fucked up, destroying everything everywhere we go, we're all so selfish and monstrous. I gently and hesitantly reached for his palm, intertwining our fingers "I'm so sorry. I understand what it's like to have everything taken, and destroyed.". I reached up and unclipped my pearls to show the large man.

"My father said you gave this to him for my mother" and handed it to him "She died from a fire in our house. Someone broke in and tied her up, before they doused everything in gasoline, a liquid that lights on fire easily. The pearls were in an iron box, it's the only thing that survived" Hot tears fighting to escape my lids and my voice cracking with each word like a child just speaking for the first time.

"I apologize. I didn't mean it in that way darling" Otto's apologetic voice melting my brain, I smiled and wiped them away "Ya know before I came here I read a book about octopus people, it said I needed to give you food or gold to stop you from taking my heart and sacrificing it to the gods" Otto's face turned a slight blue "Ahh, heh heh, yes many people make terrible accusations of us. Some have even said they offer their innocence to live if they encounter us".

My face blowing in fire, I snapped my neck giving myself whiplash looking at him, he obviously noticed "No. Do not worry. Your won't have to give me anything if you don't want to darling. We aren't like that. We need consent to permanently breed" his honesty is killer man, I felt like I could melt.

"What do you mean permanently?" I ask, curiosity consuming me, why am I so interested in this? It's fucking weird to ask a FUCKING OCTOPUS ABOUT HIS FUCKING RITUALS?! "As it is in our DNA, we only breed once in our lifetime, unlike others who breed with different beings, we stay with one companion. In such, we perform certain rituals to make sure others know our companion belongs to us, and others don't swoop them away" god this is so fucking weird but so fucking interesting.

"Like what?" STOP ASKING QUESTIONS, I could see his face churning to a grin, cocky fish "there are many different ways, some more intense than others, but we usually do one specific act" raising his hand he ghosted his finger tips along side my throat "The neck is a vital part of the body. If trust is put in the wrong hands, could kill anybody almost instantly, as it is sensitive and carried a lot of blood" he informs, his voice getting darker and quieter as he inches closer.

Of course I let it happen, I'm weak, I can't do shit but let him do as he pleases. "We sink out teeth into the throat, just deep enough to scar and not kill the receiver, then we release a liquid pheromone into the neck that can be recognized by others that the receiver is taken" removing his now warm hand from me, I could feel the pins and needles of where his touch used to be.

I always longed for that effect. "How do you humans claim others as your own?" I couldn't help but choke on my nervous laughter "Well, uhm, heh, we aren't that trusting so we usually stay together for some years to really know that if their the one. After that, some people buy a diamond ring, its visible to others that they are taken and sometimes we are very selfish so if the ring didn't cost a lot of currency, the other might be upset." his face contorted to confusion.

I smile in guilt, we really are fucking awful "I know. it's awful, but it's not our fault, a lot of us don't know how to control our desires like greed, lust, or wrath. That boy you were hanging at the throat before I blacked out, is the son of the richest man in our little home, so he thinks we should all bow down to him" his hand gripped my tightly, his brows were stitched together and his face was serious.

Feeling guilty of what humans have done to these poor creatures, I slithered my soft fingers to his bicep and squeezed and caressed to get his attention, "I'm really sorry we did this to you. I ashamed to be apart of it." his attention quickly grabbed at my last words "You have done nothing? I learned a long time ago when I met your father, that there is still kindness here. But I knew with that snotty little boy I couldn't let him hurt you, I don't know why, it was like a need".

His voice laced with confusion and care, butterflies built in my stomach. "A need" I repeated, almost an echo, "Yes. I need to protect you. I'm not sure why." The longer we sat, the more he thought "Why did you stop me from killing that boy?" I curl my body into his, unintentionally, I was cold, I clung to his arm as I hid my face in his arm "I can't hurt people. I don't know why, but I could never bring myself to hurt people or watch people be hurt. It feels wrong. Even of they are bad people." I watched as the wet blue arms wrapped around my legs away, almost feeling like they're pulsating as the suck on the bare skin to cling on. They stopped at my knee.

"You are a very soft human" the arm I clung to, them rested on my knee and ran up and down my leg slowly, aching and lovingly, I tried not to feel weird, as 1) I just met him 2) he's literally and octopus and 3) he's probably like 100 years old. But I like him a lot, he's kind, and very concerned about my consent and what I'm comfortable with, hell he fucking saved me from my face being crushed.

"You are very big for a merman" I utter, his laughter roaring from the depths of his large chest and rumbled and shook both of us "Y/n" "I'm sorry?" I repeat "My name is Y/n" I didn't look up but I thought he smiled, his body shifting and leaning into my neck slightly. His still wet body, soaking my skin and clothes, but of course my dumb ass didn't mind "It is an enchanting name" is breath sending shivers through my body, as his large form held mine closer.

Is this wrong? It doesn't feel wrong, It feels so right, the first time I've ever liked someone who didn't want me dead.

Will he want me dead?

or

Will other?

Oh look, two bros simply hanging out! Let's just say that Chamoy isn't too keen on Razzle's "flashy" appearance and personality but they are still buddies!

Chamoy belongs to @cursetale aka Melikas~