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moved-to-flomelias · 10 months ago

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the boys ; nsfw alphabet!

requested by anon! afab, feminine reader. includes the deep. warning for nsfw. fandom masterlist found here. 🖍️ . . . author notes: sorry this took so long to roll out! my mental health’s been so up & down <\3 but i think i’m back on track!

the deep

— a = aftercare — doesn’t know the world aftercare. he does know generally to hold you for a few minutes afterwards. but i’ll be honest his street name with women is probably “get off and go”… the ridiculous way he fucks and ducks would be funny if it wasn’t so annoying. just coax him ( or demand of him ) to stay. you’ll have to train him a little like a pavlov dog but he’ll get there.

— b = body part — not sure about your favorite body part of his but his favorite part of you is likely your tits. i think kevin’s a total boob guy, they’re just so aesthetically pleasing to him. doesn’t matter if they’re big enough for him to rest his head on or small enough to fit fully in his palm; he loves tits.. first thing he does when a girl undresses is sucks on her nipples. he’s actually really good at palming, kissing, sucking, and occasionally nipping at your breasts.

— c = cum — a tinge salty. usually a warm off-white color. thick, also. the deep’s favorite place to cum is of course on your tits, but he also enjoys seeing your thighs all sticky and shaky too.

— d = dirty secret — is not an anal virgin! i just know he’s taken it up the ass at least once, though he refuses to say whether it was from pegging or from a man. one day you bring pegging into the picture and moskowitz’s a little too casual about letting you slide that strap of yours into his eager hole. it’s a lot less tight than you imagined, too.. that’s when you realize he’s not new to the concept.

— e = experience — he’s fairly experienced especially in the realm of vanilla sex. he’s not new to toys or to taking it up the ass but he doesn’t exactly say that he’s experienced with those things.. so you’re introducing them and thinking he’s never done it before and then you’re like “wow he’s taking this really well… wait.” i feel like he goes on freaky side quests so he’s got knowledge on some more taboo things but he’s slightly ashamed of it in a way? he’s ashamed of getting off to things like being pegged or being in positions where his partner’s in power. fragile masculinity and such.

— f = favorite position — he would probably tell his friends something stupid like “whichever one where she’s bent over and i’m fucking her from behind”. but secretly? kevin’s favorite positions involve you standing up or sitting in a chair and him on his knees or somehow lower than you. when he gets to kiss up your legs or eat you out from under — sometimes you make him ride your boot and ( despite his hesitation each time ) he likes it a lot more than he cares to admit. he likes being put in his place. loves when you ride him like he’s nothing, too. he’s fucking you but you’re still in charge.

— g = goofy — he’s usually pretty goofy, making jokes until you tell him or force him to shut up. on the bright side, things will never be awkward! he’s relaxed enough to let a lot of mistakes slide if you’re inexperienced. he’ll laugh it off, though he might bring it up to tease you later. i think the only time he’s not so goofy is when you’ve got him needy and restless, pleading with you for something. when he’s all desperate, his only focus is behaving for you. no jokes, just pleas and whimpers and those darling eyes of his tearing up as he begs.

— h = hair — shaves when you ask. doesn’t shave unless you ask him to or unless he gets bored and wants to clean himself up.

— i = intimacy — the deep is definitely not the most romantic in the book but he tries during foreplay. he’ll press his forehead to yours and maybe make a corny ocean related love pun. you’ll laugh and he really likes that, your laugh, and he’ll kiss your neck and then.. he’ll see your chest rise and fall and.. fuck, he’s getting hard. and then it’s all out the window — sex, now. please. he’ll be romantic again afterwards if you’ve schooled him on aftercare but — babe, when you look so good and you’re already so close to him? sex, sex, sex.

— j = jack off — sometimes calls you in the middle of the work day just to jerk off. he finds it so hot when you talk him through it from wherever you are.. also, moskowitz has definitely jerked off in the seven meeting room when no one else is around 😭 don’t flash any uv lights around his spot at that fucking table. if you tell him not to masturbate, he’ll try his best not to. but, i do think he is a victim of supe libido ( though not as much as a-train.. ).

— k = kink — being dominated easy. this is a man born to be a sub, forced to be a dom. doesn’t mean he doesn’t love pounding into your cunt every so often and making you scream his name despite yourself. but he is just as, if not more interested in being your little boy toy to use and abuse and all those things. and then tell him he’s a big strong man afterwards, that’s the cherry on top. he just took your strap like a champ — only real, tough men can do that!

— l = location — if you’re down, he’s down, especially when he’s horny. any location will do, though preferably somewhere with a little bit of privacy so he doesn’t have others seeing your body.

— m = motivation — the deep’s not extremely easily motivated but, c’mon. it’s you. if he’s in love with you he’s going to be aroused by whatever you happen to do in relation to him. you compliment his work? hard. you laugh at one of his stupid jokes? hard. you slap him? ouch.. hard. and probably needy too.

— n = no — don’t touch his gills ever or he will freak out. it honestly takes a bit of time for him to even be comfortable taking off his shirt around you. i think this is something you could try to work on but even as he grows more confident in himself and his body, kevin doesn’t want you touching his gills. you can kiss around them, however, once he’s close with you.

— o = oral — oral king. loves to eat, loves to be sucked. absolute adores oral, it’s easy and it’s fun and it makes his toes curl, giving or receiving. genuinely, i think he’d be a big fan of it.

— p = pace — depends on his mood, your mood, and what you’re both wanting in that moment. he’s usually not very sloppy until the very end unless he’s been edged for a while. every now and then he wants it fast and reckless but most of the time he’s fine with going at a medium sort of speed.

— q = quickie — if it’s oral then yes to quickies! but a strong no outside of that. moskowitz doesn’t want to fuck you for ten minutes, no, he wants it to stretch. to be fair, head is like perfect for quickies anyways. especially if you’re giving and he’s been pent up that day.

— r = risk — generally, if you’re down, he’s down. just talk to him about it while you’re kissing on each other, don’t spring it on him. you might have to walk him through the concepts you’re bringing up, maybe have a video handy.

— s = stamina — supe stamina is nothing to play with. he stops when you tell him to but if you don’t speak up he knows to stop when you’re all fucked out and babbling or out of breath. especially if he’s sub, he stops when he thinks you can’t take anymore because he’s a good boy who can take care of you. the deep doesn’t want to fuck you to death, silly.

— t = toys — not inexperienced with them but not a full fledged toy master. he’s open to using whatever you have if it looks interesting or sounds promising.

— u = unfair — every time he tries to play unfair, you quickly put him in his place and he loves that. just a little bit of a brat sometimes. he’ll tell you to beg for his dick and all you have to do is pull his hair a little — he’s rolling his eyes all playful and pretending like he’s not harder from that. “okay, okay, miss impatient…” as kevin lines himself at your entrance.

— v = volume — not loud, not quiet. kind of just average or normal? he doesn’t like it when you’re quiet though, makes him feel like he’s fucking a dead fish. react, respond, insult him, anything. just don’t be quiet, don’t seem bored.

— w = wild card — i think you guys should try using vibrators on each other throughout the day. i think he’d enjoy that. you both come home all shaky and aching and desperate for each other, barely making it to the bedroom because you’re undressing each other in the hall. 🫶

— x = x-ray — again, not good at describing penises. i don’t think his is the prettiest but it’s definitely big. homelander’s is the prettiest in my mind.

— y = yearning — medium to high range supe libido. jokes about fucking you all the time but he’s really not as sex obsessed as you’d think.

— z = zzz — he likes sleeping with you after sex a lot.. it’s something that surprises even him, as usually he does the good ol’ fuck and duck. he loves when you cuddle into him or when he’s able to cuddle into you, holding onto you by the waist and finally relaxing. he’s so content with the sound of your breathing or snoring. like constant ocean waves.. so comforting. you’re like home to him, in moments like these.

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st4rlights-gf · 3 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ siren; the deep⋆.°

summary; deep hears someone--something call for him from the depths of the atlantic ocean. word count; 1,479 pairing; the deep x siren!reader my first smut piece, pls be nice <3 (tbh im proud of this one lol i got carried away) warnings; the deep/kevin, penetration, p in v, deepthroating, sub!deep x dom!reader NOT SFW!! MINORS DNI!!

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Living in the deep blue can be isolating at times.

You’ve had your fair share of encounters with horrid, desperate men, luring them into the open whilst they’re vulnerable, taking what’s rightly yours.

They should know better.

You feel the ripple of the water wrap around your body as you flow through the sea, searching for something—anything—to pass the time. Until something catches your eye.

Or someone.

An emerald green and gold figure flows past you, causing the water to ripple and move you gently. The figure stops in its place, a face staring right toward you. He’s far enough away that you hum a melody, your vocal chords vibrating against your stomach as if you’re guiding him by echolocation. A hypnotic chorus leaves your mouth, entrancing him.

He swims toward you, his eyes locked onto you.

You’re nothing he’s ever seen before. An ethereal being floats before him, scales shimmering against the reflections of the moonlight, your hair floating gracefully; each strand has its own movement.

As he approaches you, his hands tenderly touch your waist, fingers tracing over your gills and the top of your scales that meet your hips. Deep’s eyes meet yours with pure wonder and excitement. “I thought your species was a myth…” He begins. You blink slowly at him, an ominous smirk grows upon your face. He’s too… ambitious.

You throw him back with force, a grunt slipping from his throat as he gapes at you with hurt and confusion. “What’re you doing?” He huffs, moving closer toward you again. You gaze upon him, humming.

“You’re eager.” You whisper, your voice practically moving through him. It’s almost like he can feel your voice, as if it’s in his head. But you’re right there, your mouth moving. How is this happening?

You swim toward him, the tip of your tail grazing his shin lightly, your hand travelling toward his lower torso. “Did you think I’d make it that easy?” You tease, your lips close to his ear. You can sense the goosebumps running down his body, a breath hitching in his throat.

He’s paralyzed. Whether it’s with fear or because of you, something pangs in your chest, a feeling of satisfaction and thrill. The Deep shakes his head.

“You want me, don’t you?” you purr, your fingers leading from his torso up to his jawline, making his head move to the side, guiding as you circle around him. He nods, his pupils enlarged with need, his hand moving toward you once more. His fingers trace over the ridges where your scales meet your smooth skin, his breathing haltering despite being submerged. You hum, the sound vibrating through the water.

The Deep groans. He’s desperate. You laugh at him, circling around him once more. “Patience,” you murmur, and you glide your fingernails across his torso, down toward his member. You decide to close the distance between you both, feeling him hard against your skin.

“Please. F-fuck, please.” He begs. You tut. “Poor thing,” you keep your voice low and syrupy. “Do you want me to make you feel good?” You taunt him, and he nods with frenzy. The corners of your lips curl into a smile, pulling him in so your lips are barely touching.

“I have something to show you.” You move away for a slight second, revealing a slick, neat slit below your belly button. His gaze darts down to it, the scales shimmering as they part slightly. His expression darkens as deep as his fantasies are; a wicked smirk latches onto his face. Something wild and enthralling flickers behind his eyes, his lips part as if in a silent worship.

His fingers trail along the slit, fingertips edging themselves in, gasping as you feel the light pressure. He removes his fingers before removing his pants, exposing himself before you. Something about this makes your heart skip a beat—something different from the norm. You blink helplessly at his throbbing dick, the tip a deep pink. You blush, seeing how hard he’s getting for you, the slightest move and you’re afraid he’ll combust right there.

Tracing your fingers from the base of his cock to the tip, you rub your thumb over his slit, causing his head to toss back and let out a strangled moan.

“All of this? For me?” You drawl, and he sighs in agreement. You align yourself with him, his tip gingerly touching your entrance. Placing both hands on either side of his face, your palms rest under his jaw. He rests his forearm under the small of your back, inching himself into you.

It feels as if he’s completely stretched you out, but yet there’s more. Each movement of his releases a moan inside of you that you didn’t know was there. He’s watching you with real carnality. Lust.

He thrusts in, causing you to latch onto the nape of his neck, digging your fingernails in. He gasps in shock, but doesn’t pull away. In fact, he thrusts harder with predation. The Deeps cock slips in and out of you, filling you and emptying you with each movement. The thickness of him comes as a surprise; the rocking of his hips moves faster and faster. You press your lips to his, sloppy and needy. The Deep pulls away.

“F—fuck,” he stutters, his movement slowing. The muscles in his biceps define as he grips onto your hips, shaking the feeling away. “You don’t get to slow down.” You threaten, and he looks at you vulnerably. His breathing has faltered and his chest rises and falls.

He plunges into you once more, his tip grinding against your wall, the base of his cock buried so deep inside of you, you wish there was more of him to receive. You push yourself down on him, your slit throbbing with ache and pleasure. “I-I’m close…” He pleads, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. “Not yet.” You whisper, clenching around him just to hear him whimper more. And he does.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, oh my God, please. I’m so close.” He cries, his bottom lip wobbles ever so slightly, and you pull yourself off of him. He glares at you with consternation. Even under water, you can tell his dick is sopping with cum.

He doesn’t say a word. You readjust so you’re facing his pelvis, sticking your tongue out, the tip of it meeting his slit. Your tongue is long enough to reach the base of his cock, taking all of him as he reaches the back of your throat.

Being a siren, you have little to no gag reflex. Your autonomy isn’t exactly the same as a human, but more like a spirit residing in an empty vessel. You have needs, of course, which explains the autonomy waist down. Other than that, you’re just a fucktoy with a brain and a mouth. An ungodly one at that.

You tighten your lips around his cock, pressing the back of your tongue tight against the top of his dick that lays inside your mouth. The ridges from the roof of your mouth cause him to shudder under your control. His hands find your hair, gripping relentlessly as you suck him off. The Deeps whimpers and cries are what send you over the edge.

Opening your slit again, you push yourself onto him, a loud groan escapes his throat. You moan, the hum vibrates against your chest. He’s losing himself in you, as if you didn’t just stop him from releasing himself. His breathing is ragged, every thrust and slick grind pushes him closer and closer. “Fuck,” his voice is strained and needy. Desperate.

And that’s when you take exactly what’s yours.

“I-I’m gonna—” He breathes, spilling inside of you. A deep, shuddering force draws from the center of his chest, his power—his very being—rushes into you like a crashing wave. A tsunami. It makes your body hum with a newfound strength. Your skin glows an electric blue, a glimmer of ethereal energy flashes before him, coursing through your veins.

His tasteful moans turn into something full of anguish and hurt. His grip on you weakens as he floats away from you.

“W-What have you done…? I—”

The Deep pauses. A sense of panic fills him as he suddenly can’t breathe under water anymore. His eyes dagger into you. You swim toward him, hand reaching for his cheek. You stroke him, shushing him as he tilts his head at you. “You gave yourself to me, didn’t you?”

He blinds slowly, trying to move, to think. But he can’t. His movement is helpless. His connection to the ocean—the very thing that made him exactly who he was—is gone.

Watching him is amusing, seeing him scurry away toward the shore. He’ll probably make it back.

You slip away, into the depths of the Atlantic ocean, your body beating with stolen power as you anticipate your next victim.

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 3 (Hate Sex)

Kevin Moskowitz (The Deep) x Reader (NSFW)

(900 words)

Summary: You hate fuck The Deep

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, rough sex, a little bit of biting, hair pulling, degradation, penetrative sex, hate sex (duh)

Notes: I hate him so he was the perfect choice for this one LMAO anyway I think I kinda slayed with this one, I’m proud of it. Enjoy the fic!!!

“Jesus, you are so fucking stupid,” you scoff, pushing Kevin onto the chair. He flinches as he hits the back of it, truly a pathetic sight. “A dolphin? The fuck is wrong with you, you fucking idiot?”

After Stillwell held a meeting this morning about covering up The Deep’s dolphin-train track fiasco, you knew this was the final straw with your shitty job at Vought, especially with The Deep. Not only was he a grade-A douchebag, but also completely moronic, which often caused you two to butt heads on numerous occasions regarding his behavior behind the scenes. This afternoon when you dragged him into an empty office, you took your chance to reprimand him- personally.

“Fuck you, I was doing the right thing!” He rubs the back of his neck, “I’m part of The Seven, it’s my job to save people AND my ocean friends, without me, you wouldn’t even have a fucking job, so don’t you dare tell me what to do you stuck up, little-”

Trying to get himself back to his feet, you push him down again, this time straddling him to keep him down. You can feel the heat of his erection pressing into you. You feel it, and he absolutely can feel it too.

You look down at him with disbelief, “You’ve gotta be joking.”

His dropped jaw momentarily comes back up. He snaps his eyes up to you. “Okay, but you’re the one straddling me here.”

For as stupid as The Deep was, he actually had a point here. Of course, you couldn’t let him know that. Without thinking, you plant a rough kiss on his lips and making sure to bite his lip when you pulled away. Letting out a pained yelp, he comes back to his senses. The Deep grips your hips tightly, painfully almost, keeping you pinned to his lap as your mouth moves down to ravage his neck.

“Y-yeah, nothing to say now, do you? You fucking sl-“

“Finish that sentence and I swear I’ll make what happened to your little dolphin friend look like a fucking joke,” you grit out, your hand flies up to take his chin between your fingers. Not wanting Kevin to get the upper hand on you, you start grinding against his erection. This seems to shut him up perfectly. Seeing him like this was driving you wild. Sure, you hate his fucking guts, but God, if it isn’t hot seeing him under you like this. Your arousal continues to spike. Not wanting to waste any more time, you ease off of him, undoing his belt quickly and pulling out his hardened cock.

Now you understand why The Deep was so incredibly arrogant when he had no reason to be. His cock was huge, it would inflate anyone’s ego.

“Like what you see?” Kevin says loftily.

“Well,” you sigh, “at least you’re good for one thing.” Pulling out a condom from a nearby drawer, you tear off the wrapper, rolling the rubber onto his cock. “Wouldn’t want to leave any traces, or else it’s both our jobs on the line.”

Rolling his eyes, Kevin grips your thighs as he slips into you roughly. You wince at his intrusion, so you decide to retaliate by yanking a fistful if his hair. Kevin lets out a loud and completely shameless whine. Barking out a cruel chuckle, your pace against him is fast and hard, wanting to get yourself off as soon as possible.

“G-God you’re pathetic,” you huff. “You think… you’re h-hot shit?” You ask, continuing to slam yourself down on his massive cock. “No, y-you just whine, and beg, and c-cry like a girl, wanting me… to fuck you.”

Letting a harsh moan escape from your lips as you spout your degradation, Kevin’s hand winds up in your hair, taking revenge from earlier. You hold in a grunt, refusing to give him any satisfaction of the fact that what he’s doing to you is making you extremely turned on.

“F-fuck off, I know… you like this,” he groans, “…just as much as I do.” Kevin bucks into you harder, making your knees shake ever so slightly. You can feel yourself getting close. The chair below you two seems to wobble a little.

Not wanting to be around him any longer, your eyes slam shut as you ride him out furiously, chasing after your release.

Kevin grips the arm of the chair and your hip, attempting to steady himself at your quickened pace. “There you g-go…” he chides breathlessly, “Fucking yourself on me like… like the w-whore you are-”

“S-shut…” you grab the back of his chair. “The fuck…” your hand wraps around Kevin’s throat, you pump yourself onto him as much as you can. Your grit out the last word with a harsh, ragged gasp and you feel your orgasm tear through you. “Up.”

With the ferocity of your climax, Kevin nears his peak as well. But, by the time he comes, you are already off of him, straightening out your clothes and hair. He looks over to you, who is now already walking out the door.

“Don’t forget to clean yourself up,” you toss a small box of tissues over to where he’s sitting which he pathetically tries, and fails to catch. Before leaving, you glare at him icily. “You speak a word of what happened here, and your funeral will be next after Translucent’s.”

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #the deep x you #the deep imagine #the deep x reader #the deep smut #the boys smut #the boys imagine #kevin moskowitz x reader #mia writes the boys!!!

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reveryfics · 1 day ago

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summer pool fics !!

if you're currently writing for the boys (aswell as smut), the deep x marine animal ! male supe reader? specifically a lemon shark "hybrid" if possible. ^^

i lov your fics so much!! no scenario in mind, other than the summer pool idea,., myb kevin finding out reader has gills or something. ^3^

i humbly apply to be, 🐙 anon

Love Bites

Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male Reader

Summary: The scorching summer heat wave had just begun, and for an aquatic supe like you, a dip in the pool was becoming a very appealing prospect.

A/N: It ended up not being smut, I just couldn't figure out how to make it cohesive enough to get anywhere. Instead we just get a make out scene and Kevin being a pervert. I'm collecting anons like Pokémon :D

TW: Suggestive - Flirting - Teasing - Biting - Blood - Makeing out - Supe reader

Joining The Seven, Vought's elite superhero team, was never on your radar. Especially not in a city like New York, where your unique aquatic abilities felt largely out of place. However, your consistent and effective efforts in aiding coastal cities during various crises had not gone unnoticed. Vought, ever the opportunists, extended an offer they described as a "partnership" with The Deep, their resident aquatic hero.

You were initially hesitant, wary of the corporate machine and the spotlight that came with it. But then, they dangled the ultimate bait: a luxurious residence with prime waterfront access, complete with your own private pool. For someone whose powers thrived in and around water, it was an offer you simply couldn't refuse.

Adapting to life alongside The Deep, or Kevin as you quickly learned was his real name, proved surprisingly easy. It was as if the particularly over-friendly nature of the lemon shark — the very creature whose DNA you shared — was seeking a kindred spirit. This innate connection seemed to effortlessly draw you towards Kevin, who, despite his expensive cologne, perpetually carried the faint, familiar scent of fish.

Kevin, in turn, developed an immediate fondness for you. Perhaps it was the way you shadowed him, not quite a lost puppy, but certainly with an undeniable loyalty. Or perhaps, and this was the more intriguing possibility, he genuinely felt a connection that transcended your shared aquatic abilities. It certainly didn't hurt that every lewd comment or inappropriate action Kevin made was met with an almost disarming affection from you. He could grope your backside in a hallway, or make a suggestive remark about how your sharp teeth would feel against his skin, and you would simply meet his gaze with a genuine, unperturbed smile.

He wouldn't readily admit it, but there was something about you that captivated him. The dangerous glint in your sharp, predatory teeth when you smiled, the subtle lisp that laced your words, the way your eyes mimicked the piercing, lifeless gaze of a lemon shark yet still managed to hold so much vibrant life and warmth within them. He found himself drawn to all of these qualities, and if he were truly honest, even more beyond that. That's precisely why he found himself at your place on this scorching summer day, content to sit by the shimmering pool.

Kevin watched, mesmerized, as you gracefully navigated the cool water. Occasionally, you'd break the surface, your head emerging to fix him with an intense stare, like a predator sizing up its prey – a juicy tuna, perhaps. He hadn't even realized how long he'd been staring until you effortlessly pulled yourself from the pool, your swim trunks clinging loosely to your hips.

"You going to sit there all day or are you going to join me?" you huffed, now standing over Kevin, arms crossed, a challenging glint in your eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow, a new observation catching his attention. How had he never noticed your gills before? Most likely, your superhero suit concealed them, just as his did. And it seemed that when you weren't submerged, they seamlessly closed up, becoming practically invisible. "You have gills?" he murmured, a hint of genuine surprise in his voice.

You let out a low sigh, a playful smirk touching your lips. "Yeah, and they're far less uglier than yours," you retorted, gesturing pointedly towards Kevin's bare torso, where his own prominent gills were on full display. The unspoken challenge in your words hung in the air, a silent invitation for him to prove you wrong.

"Hey! Mine aren't ugly," Kevin scoffed, though a smirk played on his lips. He ran a hand over his own gills, almost defensively. "They're... efficient. And clearly, more developed." He pushed himself off the edge of the pool, moving closer to where you stood. "Besides, I've had mine since birth. You just kept yours a secret."

You rolled your eyes, a small ripple going through the water at the motion. "Not a secret, just... not something I lead with. Not exactly a great icebreaker, 'Hi, I have gills!'" You shivered slightly as a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your wet skin. Kevin noticed, his gaze softening as he grabbed a towel from a nearby lounge chair.

"Here," he said, holding it out to you. "You'll catch a chill."

You took the towel, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Thanks," you murmured, a genuine smile gracing your lips, the sharp edges of your teeth less intimidating in the soft light. "So, still not joining?"

Kevin considered it for a moment, looking at the inviting blue of the pool, then back at you. He liked seeing you like this, relaxed and unguarded, away from the demanding glare of Vought Tower and the constant performance of being a supe. He liked that you didn't judge his often clumsy attempts at humor or his more... forward tendencies. With you, it felt less like he was playing a part, and more like he could just be.

"Alright, alright," he conceded. "But only if you promise not to try and out-swim me." He winked.

You laughed, a clear, bright sound. "No promises, Deep. You know how competitive I get."

As he stepped into the cool water, the sudden splash momentarily dousing you, he noticed the way your eyes, those captivating shark-like eyes, gleamed with something akin to genuine happiness. Maybe, just maybe, this "partnership" was exactly what they both needed.

The cool water was a welcome respite from the oppressive summer heat, and Kevin relished the sensation as he submerged himself. He pushed off the bottom, gliding towards you with an easy grace that belied his often awkward terrestrial demeanor. When he surfaced, shaking water from his hair, you were already treading water a few feet away, a playful challenge in your shark-like eyes.

"So, the great Deep finally deigns to join the common folk," you teased, a splash of water hitting his face.

Kevin chuckled, wiping the water from his eyes. "Someone had to show you how it's done. You're just splashing around." He propelled himself forward, a powerful kick of his legs sending him surging through the water. He was fast, undeniably so, but you were no slouch either. With a flick of your wrist and a subtle ripple of what he now knew were your gills, you were right there with him, matching his pace stroke for stroke.

They spent the next hour in a comfortable rhythm of playful races and easy conversation. You talked about the peculiar challenges of using your abilities in landlocked situations, and the surprising freedom you felt in the open ocean. Kevin, in turn, shared anecdotes about his public appearances, the never-ending demands of Vought, and the quieter moments he cherished with his aquatic friends. There was a genuine ease between you, a shared understanding born from your unique physiologies and the bizarre world you inhabited.

As the sun began its slow descent, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, you both found yourselves floating near the edge of the pool, the water gently lapping around you. The playful banter had given way to a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city.

"You know," Kevin said, his voice softer than usual, "it's... nice. Having someone who just gets it." He gestured vaguely between the two of you. "The whole... fish thing. The pressure. All of it."

You met his gaze, the sharp edges of your teeth hidden beneath a genuine smile. "Yeah," you agreed, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "It really is."

A comfortable stillness settled between you, a quiet acknowledgment of the unique bond that was forming. It was more than just a Vought-mandated "partnership"; it was a genuine connection, forged in the depths of shared experiences and the unexpected comfort of simply being.

The tranquil moment, as idyllic as the setting sun, was, of course, destined to be shattered by Kevin. He pushed off the bottom of the pool with a powerful kick, closing the distance between you in an instant. Before you could react, he had you pressed against the cool, tiled edge, his body a warm presence in front of yours. He stood there, a damned idiot indeed, a playful yet undeniably lecherous smirk stretching across his face.

You could have easily overpowered him. You had, countless times before, when his antics pushed the boundaries of your patience. Your strength, often underestimated, was more than a match for his. But instead of pushing him away, you simply smiled, a slow, deliberate unveiling of the mixed human and shark-like teeth that lined your mouth. It was a smile that promised mischief and a hint of danger, an unspoken challenge that he, in his current state, seemed oblivious to.

His eyes, usually wide and innocent, were now narrowed with an almost predatory glint as they raked over your form, lingering below the waterline. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, surprisingly close to your ear, "you look even better wet. And those trunks… they really don't leave much to the imagination, do they?"

Before you could retort, his hands found your hips, slipping beneath the water's surface. His touch was firm, possessive, and entirely too familiar. He drew you closer, the friction of your bodies a sudden, intense warmth in the cool water. His thumb grazed the waistband of your trunks, a subtle, almost imperceptible pressure that sent a shiver down your spine – a shiver that was as much anticipation as it was annoyance.

"I can't help but wonder," he continued, his voice dropping to an almost inaudible whisper, his gaze fixed on your mouth, "how those sharp teeth of yours would feel... everywhere." A beat of silence hung in the air, charged with unspoken implications, before he added, "And I'm not just talking about a little nip, either. I'm talking a full-on, 'leave a mark' kind of experience." The smirk on his face widened, a challenge now openly daring you to respond to his blatant provocation.

You could feel the blood heat in your veins, a familiar rush of irritation and something else, something primal and undeniably intrigued. His words, his touch, always managed to ignite that particular spark. The danger in your smile intensified, your eyes narrowing to slivers that mimicked the keen gaze of a hunter.

"Oh, Kevin," you purred, the lisp in your voice more pronounced now, a subtle hiss that only he seemed to truly hear. Your hands, until now resting idly on the pool's edge, rose slowly to rest on his shoulders, your fingers digging in just enough to convey a silent warning. "You truly have no idea, do you?"

You leaned closer, invading his personal space, the scent of chlorine and him – that ever-present hint of the ocean – filling your senses. His breath hitched almost imperceptibly. You could feel the tautness in his muscles under your touch, a clear sign that despite his bravado, he was keenly aware of the precarious line he was treading.

"Those 'nips' as you so delicately put it," you continued, your voice dropping to a near whisper, "can do a lot more than just 'leave a mark.' They can tear, Deep. Shred. And believe me, Kevin, there are a lot of places where they'd feel very at home."

You let your gaze drop pointedly to his exposed chest, then back up to his eyes, watching the flicker of genuine apprehension that finally registered there. The smirk on his face faltered, replaced by a slight widening of his eyes. He still held your hips, but the confident grip had loosened, almost imperceptibly.

"So, the question isn't how my teeth would feel in your skin," you finished, a low, guttural growl rumbling in your chest, "it's whether you're brave enough to find out."

You held his gaze, a silent challenge passing between you. The air crackled with a tension that was both playful and deeply animalistic. For a moment, the only sound was the gentle lapping of the water, and the rapid beat of Kevin's heart against your palm.

Kevin swallowed hard, the confident bravado that usually coated his interactions with you momentarily stripped away. He could see the truth in your eyes, the primal, untamed side that lay beneath your charming exterior. The thought of those teeth, sharp and glistening, doing more than just a playful nip, sent a shiver down his spine that was less about arousal and more about a very real, very delicious fear.

"Right," he managed, his voice a little hoarse. The smirk had completely vanished, replaced by a look that was a fascinating blend of awe and genuine trepidation. "A... 'leave a mark' kind of experience. Got it." His grip on your hips, which had slackened, now tightened again, but with a different kind of intensity – less possessive, more like he was holding on for dear life.

You let the silence hang for another beat, letting the implications of your words sink in. Then, a slow, triumphant smile spread across your face, revealing those teeth once more, but this time, the danger was tempered with a mischievous glint.

"Good," you purred, and with a sudden, fluid movement, you twisted out of his grasp. You pushed off the pool edge, sending a playful spray of water in his face. In an instant, you were gliding away from him, your form a blur beneath the surface.

Kevin blinked, shaking the water from his eyes. He watched as you surfaced a few feet away, laughing, that clear, bright sound echoing around the now-darkening pool area. The setting sun cast long, shimmering shadows across the water, making your form seem almost ethereal. He was still pressed against the edge, a dumbstruck grin slowly spreading across his face.

He had tried to be the predator, to push your boundaries with his usual lewd charm. But you, in your own unique and terrifying way, had effortlessly flipped the script, reminding him exactly who held the real power in this particular dynamic. And the most frustrating, exhilarating part? He wouldn't have it any other way.

He pushed off the wall, a renewed determination in his eyes. "You're on, Shark Bait!" he called out, launching himself after you, the chase now truly on.

The chase was exhilarating. Kevin, invigorated by your challenge, was a blur of limbs and splashes, his usual grace amplified by the thrill of the pursuit. He lunged, feinted, and darted through the water, but you were always one step ahead, a fluid shadow he couldn't quite grasp.

"Can't catch me, Deep!" you taunted, surfacing just out of his reach, a playful spray of water showering his face. Your laughter, bright and unburdened, echoed across the water.

"Oh, I'll catch you, Shark Bait!" he retorted, a grin stretching across his face as he pushed off the bottom, narrowing the gap between you. "Just waiting for you to get tired!"

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. "Tired? Please. I could do this all night." You ducked under the water, letting your body become one with the currents, a fleeting dark shape just beyond his grasp. You could feel the subtle vibrations of his movements, hear the rush of water as he propelled himself, a perfect sonar image forming in your mind.

He let out a frustrated grunt as you popped up behind him, lightly tapping his shoulder before darting away again. "That's cheating!" he protested, spinning around. "You're using your... advanced senses!"

"And you're using your... massive ego!" you shot back, a wicked gleam in your eyes. "Fair is fair, Kevin."

The teasing escalated, each retort sharper, each near-miss more tantalizing. He'd try to grab your ankle, only for you to kick away with a powerful flick of your legs. You'd swim circles around him, close enough for him to feel the displacement of the water, but always just out of reach. There was an unspoken agreement in this dance, a thrill in the pursuit, a knowing flicker in your shared glances that this was more than just a game of tag.

He finally cornered you near the shallow end, his arms reaching out to ensnare you. But you were quicker. In a sudden burst of speed, you ducked under his outstretched arms, twisting your body with an almost inhuman agility. Before he could reorient himself, you had surged forward, closing the distance between you and the pool wall.

Kevin, momentarily off balance, found himself abruptly pushed back against the cool, tiled surface. Your hands, surprisingly strong, found his shoulders, pressing him firmly against the wall. His eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and that familiar, appealing blend of fear and exhilaration.

You leaned in close, your face mere inches from his. The water dripped from your hair, tickling his nose. His breath hitched, and you could feel the rapid thrum of his pulse against your palms. The scent of him, that unique aquatic musk, was intoxicatingly close.

"Gotcha," you whispered, your voice a low, triumphant purr, the lisp making the word stretch out sensuously. Your shark-like teeth were on full display now, a sharp, white line against the wet darkness of your lips. The hunt was over, and the predator had claimed its prey. The roles had been decisively, deliciously, reversed.

He was truly pinned, his back pressed flat against the cool tiles, your hands on his shoulders holding him in place. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes, usually so full of an obnoxious confidence, were wide, reflecting the low glow of the pool lights. He was completely at your mercy, and for once, he seemed to know it.

"Well, well, well," you mused, your voice a low hum against the gentle lapping of the water. You leaned in even closer, your wet hair brushing against his forehead. "Look what the tide dragged in."

Kevin's lips parted as if to retort, but no sound came out. He was too busy staring at your mouth, at the sharp, almost predatory gleam of your teeth in the dim light. The playful menace in your eyes, however, was what truly held his gaze.

"Cat got your tongue, Deep?" you whispered, a challenging smirk playing on your lips. You could feel the subtle tremor in his shoulders beneath your hands. The scent of him, heightened by the proximity, filled your senses—chlorine, fish, and something else, something uniquely Kevin.

He finally managed to clear his throat, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Just... admiring the view," he breathed, his voice a little shaky, but a flicker of his old charm trying to resurface. His eyes dropped to your lips, then to the exposed skin of your neck, before darting back to meet your gaze.

You let out a soft, amused huff. "Oh, I'm sure you are." You tightened your grip on his shoulders just slightly, enough to convey that you were still in control. "But we both know this isn't about 'admiration,' is it, Kevin?"

You paused, letting the implication hang in the air between you. The silence stretched, charged with the unsaid, with all the unspoken tension and undeniable attraction that simmered beneath your constant banter. Kevin's gaze was fixed on yours, searching, vulnerable, waiting for your next move.

You could see the internal struggle on his face, the battle between his usual slick persona and the raw vulnerability you had managed to coax out of him. It was a rare sight, and one you savored.

"No," he finally admitted, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze dropping from your eyes to your mouth, then lower, to where your bodies met beneath the surface of the water. "It's not."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face, the dangerous glint in your eyes softening just a fraction. You leaned in even closer, your lips brushing his ear, sending a jolt through his frame.

"Good," you murmured, your voice a low, teasing rasp. "Because I think we're both past the point of just 'admiration,' wouldn't you agree?"

Before he could answer, you pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze again. The question hung in the air, a silent dare, an invitation to acknowledge the undeniable current that flowed between you. His eyes, still wide and a little dazed, searched yours, and in them, you saw a flicker of surrender, mixed with a healthy dose of pure, unadulterated desire.

A tremor ran through Kevin's body, a physical manifestation of the raw tension between you. He parted his lips, a shaky breath escaping him. The vulnerability in his eyes was almost disarming, a stark contrast to the lewd confidence he usually exuded. He was truly exposed, and it was a look you found surprisingly captivating.

"Yeah," he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper, thick with an emotion you couldn't quite name, but recognized nonetheless. "Yeah, I'd agree."

The admission hung in the air, a fragile thing that could shatter at the slightest wrong move. But instead of shattering, it solidified into something palpable. You felt a shift, a definitive crossing of a line that had long been blurred between you. This wasn't just a game anymore.

You felt a surge of something primal, a deep satisfaction that hummed in your very bones. This was what you had been waiting for, the moment he dropped the act, the moment he allowed himself to be truly seen by you.

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth, then back again. The playful menace in your shark-like teeth softened, replaced by a different kind of intensity. You leaned in again, this time not to whisper a threat, but to close the last sliver of space between you.

Kevin's eyes fluttered shut as your lips finally met his. It was a tentative beginning, a soft press that tasted of chlorine and the unspoken desires that had simmered between you for so long. For a moment, the world outside the pool ceased to exist. There was only the cool water, the warmth of his body against yours, and the undeniable connection that had finally, undeniably, ignited.

The initial tentative touch ignited, a spark catching fire between you. The kiss deepened, Kevin's arms snaking around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The water, once a cool barrier, now served to heighten every sensation, every press of skin against skin. Your bodies, slick and warm, moved together in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm, the gentle lapping of the pool a soft counterpoint to the accelerating beat of your hearts.

You could feel the hard planes of his chest against your own, the flex of his muscles as he held you possessively. His lips were soft, eager, a stark contrast to the sharp edge you usually presented. He kissed you with a desperate hunger, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, this release, for a lifetime.

Responding in kind, you opened your mouth to him, a low moan rumbling in your throat as his tongue met yours. It was a familiar dance, yet charged with a new, potent electricity. Your hands, still on his shoulders, tightened, your fingers digging into the wet skin beneath them.

Then, a mischievous impulse, sharp and sudden, took hold. You pulled back just a fraction, your gaze dropping to his bottom lip, full and inviting. With a deliberate slowness that was pure torment, you leaned in again, your shark-like teeth just barely grazing his skin. A low growl, more pleasure than threat, escaped your throat as you closed your teeth gently over his lip, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough for him to feel the tantalizing pressure, the faint, primal warning of what lay beneath.

Kevin gasped, a sharp intake of breath against your mouth, a shiver racking his body. He tensed, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between your forms. The slight nip sent a jolt through him, a jolt that was a dangerous cocktail of fear and intense arousal. He knew, intimately, what those teeth were capable of, and the knowledge only served to heighten the frantic energy that now pulsed between you.

You didn't stop there. The small nip at his lip was merely an appetizer, a taste of the dangerous pleasure you intended to inflict. You pulled your mouth away from his, leaving his lips swollen and slightly parted, a silent gasp escaping him. He was breathing heavily now, a desperate, guttural sound that thrilled you to your core.

Your gaze dropped to his neck, a canvas of taut muscle and pulsing veins. With deliberate slowness, you began to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, inching lower towards the vulnerable hollow of his throat. Then, you introduced the exquisite torment of your teeth once more. Not biting, not drawing blood, but a series of light, teasing nips that dragged your sharp enamel across his skin. He shivered violently against you, a low moan escaping his lips as your teeth scraped and teased, a whisper of primal sensation.

His hands, still gripping your hips, tightened to the point of bruising, his knuckles white. He arched into you, an almost desperate plea, utterly at your mercy. You could feel the frantic beat of his heart thudding against your chest, mirroring the rapid pulse that now hammered in your own ears.

But you weren't done. Your mouth continued its descent, leaving a trail of wet heat and prickling sensations in its wake. Your tongue, slick and agile, glided over the curve of his shoulder, then down, towards his chest. You tasted the chlorinated water, the faint saltiness of his skin, and the distinct, alluring scent of him.

You lingered at his pectorals, your tongue tracing the hard lines of muscle before finding one of his nipples. You circled it slowly, deliberately, with the tip of your tongue, feeling the immediate hardening beneath your touch. Then, with a soft, sucking motion, you drew it into your mouth, your teeth gently scraping again, this time at the sensitive peak. Kevin let out a choked cry, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure and desperation. His head fell back against the tiled wall, exposing the full length of his throat, an unspoken invitation. He was yours, completely.

You pulled away, your mouth leaving the sensitive peak of his nipple, a gasp tearing from Kevin's throat as the sudden absence of your touch left him aching. He instinctively tried to follow, to reclaim the pressure, but your hands on his shoulders held him firmly in place against the wall.

Your gaze, dark and knowing, met his, filled with a dangerous mix of triumph and playful cruelty. He knew what you were doing. Every deliberate movement, every lingering touch followed by a strategic withdrawal, was a calculated tease. He hated it. Hated the exquisite torment of being pushed to the edge, only for you to pull back just before he shattered. His jaw was clenched, his knuckles white where his hands still gripped your hips. He was a man suspended in raw need, and you were the architect of his exquisite agony.

You leaned in again, not for his mouth, but to linger over the curve of his neck, where his pulse hammered a frantic rhythm against your lips. Your breath, warm and humid, ghosted over his skin, sending shivers through him. You pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss just below his ear, your tongue a slow, deliberate slide along the line of his jaw. He let out a low, frustrated growl, a desperate sound of yearning that vibrated against your chest.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he rasped, his voice strained, a desperate plea in his eyes. He squeezed your hips, a silent demand for you to either finish what you started or let him go.

You smirked, a wicked glint in your eyes. "Oh, Kevin, you have no idea," you whispered back, your lips just brushing his skin as you spoke. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles, the way his body subtly pushed against yours, begging for more. And in that moment, you reveled in the absolute power you held over him.

You could feel his barely restrained desperation, the way his body subtly pleaded for release. And though you enjoyed the torment, the exquisite power of his heightened need, even you had your limits for teasing. The corner of your mouth quirked into a subtle smile as you finally gave in.

You pulled away from his neck just enough to get a better angle, your eyes locking onto the soft, vulnerable skin in the curve of his shoulder, right where his neck met the deltoid. It was a spot that promised both intimacy and a shocking amount of pain if handled incorrectly. You leaned in, no longer with playful nips, but with a sudden, decisive intent.

Kevin's eyes widened fractionally as he registered the shift, a flicker of raw apprehension replacing his desperate arousal. But it was too late. Your teeth, sharp and unforgiving, sank into the tender flesh. It wasn't a gentle bite, not a love-nip. This was harsh, deliberate, and undeniably primal. You felt the satisfying resistance of his skin giving way, heard the faint tearing sound, and then, the distinct, coppery taste of blood bloomed in your mouth.

Kevin cried out, a guttural sound that was part pain, part shock, and part an almost animalistic release. His hands instantly clamped down on your hips with bruising force, not to push you away, but to hold you impossibly closer, as if anchoring himself against the sudden, exquisite agony. His body stiffened, a tremor running through him, then he slumped against the wall, head thrown back, breath coming in ragged gasps.

You held the bite for a moment, savoring the feeling of your teeth buried in his flesh, the warm, metallic tang filling your senses. It was a profound, almost instinctual satisfaction. Then, slowly, you released your hold, pulling back your head. A thin trickle of dark red blood welled up from the two distinct punctures on his shoulder, glistening starkly against his pale skin and the chlorinated water.

You met his gaze, your eyes dark and intense, a silent question in their depths. He was panting, staring at you with a mix of shock, pain, and an undeniable, almost terrifying fascination. The game was over. The boundaries had been violently, thrillingly, broken.

The small wellspring of blood on Kevin's shoulder was stark against his skin, a vivid testament to your primal act. He was still pinned, chest heaving, his eyes wide and fixed on yours, a complex storm of emotions swirling within their depths: shock, pain, but also a dangerous glint of something akin to awe, even a perverse satisfaction. He reached up, his fingers tentatively brushing the fresh wounds on his shoulder, a low groan escaping him.

"You... you really did it," he rasped, his voice raw, a strange mix of accusation and wonder.

You watched him, your own breath steady, the metallic tang of his blood still lingering on your tongue, a sharp, intoxicating reminder of your actions. There was no regret, only a deep-seated hum of satisfaction that resonated through your entire being. This was the raw, untamed side of you, a part that few ever saw, let alone experienced so intimately.

"Did you think I wouldn't, Kevin?" you murmured, your voice low, a playful challenge still present, but now underscored by a dangerous edge. Your gaze dropped to the twin punctures, then back to his eyes, watching his reaction intently. "You asked for it. You dared me."

His lips, still swollen from your kiss, curved into a slow, almost bewildered smile. It was a genuine smile, devoid of his usual manufactured charm, a raw expression of the boundary that had just been shattered between you. He looked from the blood on his shoulder to your face, then back again, as if trying to reconcile the two images.

"Yeah," he breathed, a hint of something resembling surrender in his eyes. "I guess I did." He paused, a different kind of warmth now spreading through him, one that wasn't from the setting sun. "Doesn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch."

You let out a low chuckle, a soft, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate through the water. You finally released your hold on his shoulders, allowing him to push off the wall. He moved slowly, almost cautiously, still processing the intensity of the moment.

"I imagine it did," you admitted, a genuine softness entering your tone, a rare glimpse of compassion. You reached out, your thumb gently wiping away a stray drop of blood from the edge of his wound, your touch surprisingly tender. "But you'll live, Deep. You're tougher than you look."

He watched your hand, a strange vulnerability in his gaze. "Yeah," he repeated, then looked directly into your eyes, a newfound understanding, a deeper connection forged in pain and raw intimacy. "I think I might be, with you around."

The last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the pool in twilight. The air grew cooler, but the space between you crackled with an undeniable heat. You knew, with a certainty that hummed in your very core, that this was only the beginning. The "partnership" Vought had offered had spiraled into something far more complicated, far more dangerous, and infinitely more exhilarating.

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voughtint · 3 days ago

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the-deeps-boytoy · 10 months ago

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I know the sex that the deep and Dorian would have would be so crazy. It would get so kinky so fast knowing both of them. The deep needs all four of this guys tentacles inside of him. Dorian has a thing for dominating pathetic men. I think they’d have crazy gross sex, I know Dorian is spitting in his mouth and calling him horrible names.

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years ago

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Y’think we could get more of The Deep and his gills? Some sort of gill worship? Or maybe he cums from only having his gills played with. His gills have me in a chokehold too honestly. I’m a real sucker for the guys whimpering and making all kinds of noise too. Your work is great man, keep it up!

Kevin Moskowitz/The Deep x male reader

Headcanons

There’s just something about gills, huh.

I know canonically its uncomfortable for someone to touch or finger Kevin’s gills, but lets completely ignore this for the stories sake. Let’s say they’re just extra sensitive on the inside instead.

Kevin didn’t know how sensitive his gills truly were before you two started dating. They had always just been a part of his body that he was quite insecure about and always tried to hide. It led to him always wearing shirts, no matter what.

You never demanded to know exactly why he never took his shirt off, even when you cuddled or slept together. You wanted to leave it up to him to decide when he was ready to talk about whatever was bothering him.

It would probably take a few months before Kevin felt secure enough to show you, and its most likely a spur of the moment kind of thing, where he just tells you he has something to show you and takes his shirt off.

He will expect you to look at him in disgust, maybe even verbalize how gross he looks, but to his surprise you just smile and thank him for showing you.

Maybe you even brush your hands down his side, gracing your palm over the outer part of his gills and telling him they just make him look more attractive.

After that it would take even longer before either of you ever actually thought about using his gills for anything, since you both assumed it would hurt a lot to do so.

That is until Kevin somehow gets something stuck inside his gills after a mission or similar, where he ends up in The Sevens private bathroom, his shirt off and his fingers skirting around the edge of his gills.

Kevin would struggle if he should actually do it, scared that it’ll hurt. But whatever is stuck in his gills is annoying and bothers him, so he finally pushes his gloved fingers into the slit of his gills and wriggles them about to get whatever is bothering him.

To Kevin’s surprise it doesn’t hurt, far from it actually. He immediately has to clamp his free hand over his mouth as his eyes roll back, his knees growing so weak he has to sit down as his gills clamp down on his fingers.

When he finally comes to his senses a bit, he keeps working to get out the thing that’s annoying him, choking back his whimpers and moans as he does, struggling to stay quiet the entire time.

When he succeeds in getting the item out, he just sits there panting, rock hard in his tight pants and his hands shaking softly in his lap at how good that had felt. Kevin feels too ashamed to push his fingers back into his gills though, even though it had felt so good, so instead he just waits for his hardon to lessen and he hurries back to your shared apartment.

After that Kevin would try and act like nothing had happened, but his head would be full of fantasies featuring his new discovery, and you being the one to touch him.

You would notice how he seems less insecure about his torso nowadays, as he covers his upper body a lot less than before now. But you just assume its because he feels more secure in your relationship and in the fact that you won’t judge him.

Kevin would never be able to muster up the courage to tell you during any normal day, so its probably in the heat of the moment he spills the beans. You would be getting down and dirty, maybe him riding you after you’ve gone multiple rounds already. He would be close, and his head would fall back, and he would beg you to shove your fingers into his gills.

You would freeze up in confusion, which would make Kevin realize what he said, and he would be horrified and embarrassed and would immediately start sputtering and trying to make up an excuse, say that he was joking, or play it off like a spur of the moment kind of thing.

But whilst he’s trying to play it off, you look closer and notice how he seemed to have tightened up at the idea of you doing that, and looking at his gills you can see him fluttering, like just the idea of you doing what he had asked excited him.

So, whilst he’s babbling you reach up and push just the tip of your finger into his gills, causing Kevin to whimper and stop dead in his talking, his face going bright red as he looks at you.

When he doesn’t say anything to stop you, you push the rest of your finger into his gills, curling it in a way that has Kevin aching his back and crying out in pleasure. That night you only use one or two fingers, but Kevin has never been so loud and sensitive before.

When you realize just how much Kevin likes to have his gills played with, there is no end to it. It becomes one of the way you two have quickies, since it just feels so good for Kevin and you like watching him.

Its not unusual for you to show up to The Sevens meetings as Kevin’s partner, or different kinds of meetups and alike where Kevin needs to go. When you can see Kevin dissociating or when he just stops paying attention or gets a little too cocky, you’ll pull him away to “give him a break”

But instead of a break you pull him into a hidden corner or bathroom and push your fingers up under his shirt and up into his gills, moving them about until Kevin is a gasping mess.

He always has to clamp both his hands over his mouth to try to stay quiet, though it is extremely difficult for him, especially if you’ve got both your hands up under his shirt and inside him.

It always results in Kevin humping your thigh or the air as you make him cum from just that, at times you even have to kiss him to stop him from crying out loudly from the pleasure it gives him.

After cleaning him up Kevin will go back to whatever you pulled him away from, everyone none the wiser to what just happened. Except for maybe Homelander, that guy could hear and smell everything, but he just looks at you guys with disgust in his eyes. As long as it makes The Deep a more marketable hero, he doesn’t care.

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moved-to-flomelias · 11 months ago

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the boys ; washing off!

requested by no one! afab, feminine, the deep!reader. includes depowered!kevin moskowitz. warning for nsfw mentions & general nudity (but this isn’t a nsfw piece) as well as gore descriptions (typical the boys stuff). fandom masterlist found here. 🧼 . . . author notes: combined some ideas that were floating in my head.. what if the deep was actually cool & respected as homelander’s 2nd in command? what if reader was the one covered in blood for once? felt silly. might make more unhinged reader pieces. lowk imagined reader as the same / close height as him, idk why but i tried to keep it vague regardless. this is rlly exploratory btw.

kevin moskowitz

— you hear him on his feet before you see him coming towards you, a certain look on his face that you don’t really appreciate. he’s surprised, sputtering something or other about not expecting you like this — he’s acting as if you’ve never been in his home before. you can’t believe you’ve stooped so low, fucking a man named kevin. his dick was big, though.. enough to satisfy your supe libido, if nothing else.

— it’s only once you lift and press his hand to your cheek, his fingers rubbing against caked blood that you’re reminded of the viscera that covered you more than your clothes did. small bits and pieces of people clung to your form, your skin caked with layers upon layers, gallons of blood. the sheer number of people you’ve just disposed of for vought.. kevin tries not think about it, you can tell by the way he brushes your cheek with your thumb. he humanizes you, always. maybe that’s why you came here first. battered and wrecked, you came to him, him first —

— “let’s.. get you cleaned off,” he murmurs. it’s always a suggestion, he’s not in charge. you’re the one with powers, the one leaving red splatters on his floor. you’re in charge. he doesn’t move until you nod your head, words refusing to escape your lips. you’d like to say something. anything, really. unfortunately for you, somewhere between your brain and your tongue, the words happen to get lost. maybe behind your eyes, maybe in the back of your throat. it doesn’t matter, all that matters is the way kevin guides you to his shower, opening the door to the bathroom and urging you in.

— he strips you bare after a few checks of consent. he’s so cautious, almost as though he knows how tricky supes can be. careful hands peel your blood soaked suit off you — you can hear his breath hitch as he sees your breasts. they’ve always been his favorite part of you, you’re sure he just has a thing for tits. size doesn’t matter, imperfections don’t matter. it never gets old for him, seeing you in your rawest, most human form. seeing you naked.

— you were the deep. the fucking deep. mistress of the seas, a badass warrior, homelander’s number two. his right hand. do you know how strong, how ruthless you have to be for homelander of all people to acknowledge you? you were a pinnacle of strength, you could kill a man with a single punch and you were fast, not a-train fast but still. you were super. you were a supe. oh, and the public adored you. they saw a lot of you but they never saw this.

— never would the public see red dripping down your chest to the floor, they’d never be able to appreciate the way your body shivers against the sudden cold now that your suit wasn’t protecting you. the blood was even in your hair, he noticed. no, they’d never ever see you as he did. moskowitz had never been special until he encountered you. and now look at him.. stripping down to accompany you for a much needed shower.

— once you’re both under the running water, he starts with washing your hair. he’s tender in the way he scrubs at your scalp, letting his shampoo lather before he gently moves your head down so he can rinse all the gore and grime out. one or two rounds of this occur, just to be thorough. then he uses conditioner, his conditioner, and lets it sit in your head while he works on your body. you’re going to smell almost exactly like him by the end of this. the thought doesn’t exactly disgust you, not smelling like the sea for once.

— he’s even more caring with your body, his touch almost reverent as he gets into every nook and cranny. even the ones free of blood were cleaned. he can’t help but palm your breasts once he gets to them, doing a bit more than cleaning. you can’t say you hate the way he feels them up. the way he leans in to give your cheek a kiss. he’s not thinking with his dick, you can tell. he’s just.. being affectionate. “mm,” a hum escapes your lips, finally, noise. one hand of yours goes to his hair, snaking across his scalp and gripping his brown locks before pressing him to your chest so he can hear your heartbeat.

— “i love you,” he breathes out, holding onto you. the brunette’s so human, it’s cute. he doesn’t hesitate to let his cheek rest against your breast, doesn’t hesitate to listen to the constant beating of your heart.

— “so do i,” you murmur. and that’s that — he’d never ask for anything more. eventually you’ll come around. that’s what he tells himself anyways.. i mean, he’s pressed against your chest, he better not push his luck. he pressed a small smooch to your closest tit, the left one, and then pulls back some to finish washing you off. he goes back up to your hair, finally getting out those last stubborn pieces and massaging your scalp in a way you didn’t know you needed. and then the shower’s over.

— you’re left in the bathroom alone for a few moments picking gore bits out from under your nails as kevin grabs some clothes for you. an old oversized band tee and a clean pair of his own tighty-whities, how ridiculously unfit for a hero of such high standing.. and yet you put them on without a second thought, letting the feel of his boxers against your skin really sink in. nice enough. he’s a fan too, judging by how he’s eyeing you.

— “better?” he asks softly you’re both dressed. he’s concerned which isn’t unusual. he’s always worried about something, worried you’re somehow hurt or worried you’ll get in trouble; you’re always explaining that you’re powerful. the only one who could stop you was homelander him-fucking-self. and you had no worries about that happening, not when the all american asshat had some bitch he was bending over for himself against company orders.

— “much better,” you reply, coming over and resting your hands at his hips. you press your foreheads together the best you can, kissing at his lips. “much better, baby. thank you.” maybe it wasn’t so bad, fucking a guy named kevin. maybe it could even make you feel human.

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angelyuji · 2 years ago

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Ok, here´s my idea with The Deep (:

Kevin falls in love with the reader who's a genuinely good person and she's a friend of The Boys so they try to keep her away from Kevin (mostly Annie) but he still manages to get closer to the reader

hey anon! i'm sorry if this isn't want you wanted :( i've started rewatching the boys and i did a thorough deep dive into his fandom page and i think i got it tbh

also sorry its short, i wanted to go full fanfic, but i felt that this was better fit for your request <3

warnings: the usual yandereness :)

you’ve been friends with hughie and annie for a while, so you’ve met the seven and the boys many times

the boys and your friends try keep you away from the seven for the most part

but (unfortunately for you) the deep had formed a crush on you

mr. kevin moskowitz is insanely insecure so when he saw someone so positive and good

he believed that getting close to you would make him a good person too

he’s not at all flirty or charming, like he’s a mess, and yet you still end up getting close with him

you’d be visiting annie at Vought and on your way to her, you will always run into kevin

he’ll talk about work then end up just telling you about the shitty things that happened to him and his insecurities

and at first, you felt really bad for him so you let him use you as a confidant, but the more you see him, the faster you start seeing him as a friend.

he believes you’d be able to change him

annie and the boys obviously are very against your friendship, but (like a dumbass) you ignore their warnings and continue your friendship

obviously, as time goes on, you continue to regard kevin as a friend, but his feelings change

his crush starts off as innocent but turns obsessive

he starts off just wanting your company to stalking to… um more!

annie would threaten to kill him if he goes near you again

but lmao that does not work cause it’ll go from meeting at Vought to meeting at cafés to meeting at each other’s homes.

once you’ve reached that stage, he’ll take you

he wouldn’t hurt you of course, unless he gets… restless

he needs your help, he needs you to fix him

and the only way to save him is using your love :)

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 2 years ago

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What You Deserve

The Boys

Kevin Moskowitz (The Deep) x Reader (NSFW)

(987 Words)

Summary: The Deep learns to respect women

Warnings/Tags: 18+, dom!reader, sub!Deep, allusions to sexual assault, hair-pulling, degradation, light bondage, strap-on, The Deep being spineless, gills

Notes: he’s such a fucking loser LMAO the reader is implied fem (bc the content) but no genitals are specified, so go nuts readers!! but this was lowkey a little empowering to write fr, enjoy the fic!!

“Christ, are you even fucking listening to me?” You grip his jaw harshly. A sudden wince escapes his lips. He’s startled by your aggression, tensing up with his gaze now completely on you.

“I,” he mutters, “I’m sorry.” His voice is clear, pitiful.

“Good,” You smile. Softening your grip, you let your hand fall to where his neck and shoulder meet, keeping your thumb tracing the outside of his throat- an intimate, yet threatening action that The Deep was all too familiar with. He seems to loosen up at your smile, but you can pinpoint the exact moment his heart drops at the sound of your words. “Now take it off.”

The Deep is hesitant. An expression of uncertainty is splashed across his face. His eyes, brilliantly oceanic, stare back at you pleadingly- as if begging you not to make him do what you want him to do.

“It wasn’t a question, Deep,” you say as if you could hear him. Honeyed venom drips from your voice at the sound of his hero name being annunciated. “Don’t make say it again.”

Almost immediately, the silence between the two of you is broken by a defeated sigh, the unzipping of his top, and the sound of it hitting the floor. In front of you, stands The Deep; nervous, self-conscious, and utterly aroused.

Your eyes cascade down his exposed upper half. His sculpted physique stands there stupidly. Meeting The Deep’s eyes once again, you see the war of his insecurity raging throughout his mind.

“They’re really not that bad you know.” You lightly drag your fingers dangerously close to his gills, which begin to flare gently. You can hear him suck in a breath as you tease along the edges of his flesh.

“Please don’t-“

“Don’t worry, I’m not,” you chuckle. You trail your hands up his arms, ending at his shoulders in tight grip that The Deep couldn’t tell was comforting or threatening. You smile wickedly. “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, I would never stoop to your level.”

The Deep carried himself in a way that seemed vain, brandishing his arrogance with every public appearance. The way Vought would showcase their heroes always came off as superficial, making them flawless to the public eye. It was all an act, it was all bullshit.

Once you learned the truth about supes, The Deep’s sexual misconduct certainly did not come as a surprise you. The fact that he was marketed as The Seven’s heartthrob seemed to worsen that fact until you could see the real him, and what you saw was just a man. Sure, a superhuman man who can swim with inhuman strength, speak to sea creatures, and has gills, but still a man, nonetheless. Behind the fame, publicly, and Vought’s control, The Deep is just Kevin. Just a man with the same insecurities, thoughts, and desires as everybody else, and what a beautiful revelation that is.

“You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?” You say softly. You can see the shame glint across his eyes. You release your grip on his shoulders, allowing your hand to trace up the nape of his neck. “Not for your gills, but the way you use women…”

You press your thumb on the back of his head, cradling it ever so slightly.

“…The way you humiliate them...” Your fingers begin to rake through his chestnut colored hair, which was growing back in nicely after his breakdown in Sandusky. “…Treating them like shit...”

Despite your harsh, honest words, The Deep melted into your touch.

“And for what?” You continue to soothe. “You’re a part of The Seven; America’s fucking sweethearts.”

Your hand is resting on the back of his scalp, gazing into those oceanic eyes. “You already have so much power, why abuse it?”

Kevin pipes up. “It’s not that simple-”

“I know.” You finally snap your hand into a fist, tugging at his hair; roughly yanking him down onto the mattress. “…Which is why we are going to get to the root of your issues.”

Kevin whines at the sudden tightness in his hair, stammering as he finds you on top of him and your mouth devouring his neck.

“You’re a horrible fucking person; a fucking mess...” Your teeth nip across his collarbone, kisses excruciatingly rough. “And you’re going to learn to treat women with some fucking respect.”

“Oh god, yes-” Kevin trails off shakily, head clouded with lust.

“Say it like you fucking mean it.” You give him a light slap.

Kevin snaps back to reality. “Yes! I fucking mean it-” he breathes pathetically.

“Good, because in here?” You push Kevin down by his shoulders and straddle him. “You listen to me, understand? When it’s just the two of us, you have no power…”

You undo his belt, placing it aside. “No control…”

You yank Kevin to his knees, only to forcefully slam him chest first into the wall. “None of that supe bullshit to save you…”

Finding the his belt again, you tightly wrap it around his wrists to tie his hands behind his back. Kevin whimpers out of fear and arousal.

“…And you’re going to enjoy every second of it,” you pull back for a moment, “Are you enjoying it, Kevin?”

Kevin takes a moment to process his position. His erection is obvious, excruciating. Heavily breathing, feeing his chest graze the wall with every exhale. His wrists, tightly bound behind him. He looks back at you; eyes practically begging you to ruin him.

“Yeah,” he gulps.

“Good,” you loosen up on him, “Because you’re about to get everything you fucking deserve.”

A chill runs down Kevin’s spine when he turns around to see you fastening on a strap-on.

“On your fucking knees, Kevin,” you chuckle. With one hand you whirl him around and lower him to his knees. His eyes are wide, terrified, but his erection begs to differ. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

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komotionlessqueenmm · 4 years ago

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Imagine # 872

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me know, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @malemodelsedits (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2021

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reveryfics · 2 months ago

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kevin moskowitz (the ‘deep’) x supe ! reader ?

; any abilities for reader. preferably something related to sea life (assuming).

; if you would include this, !reader ,,fingering his gills ?

; thanks.

Submerged

Kevin Moskowitz "The Deep" x Male reader

Summary: Kevin arrived home to a trail of discarded clothing leading from the living room to his bedroom. The scene he encountered there was unexpected: you were completely naked inside Ambrosius's tank.

A/N: The Deep's gills are so incredibly unsettling, but as we're aware he's a freak so uh we're matching his freak. It's implied reader is a supe, just not specifically mentioned what powers.

TW: Fingering - Smut - Blow job - Overstimulation - Aftercare - Top reader - Minors DNI - Females DNI

The house was draped in a profound stillness, a silence so complete it hummed in your ears, a held breath in the very fabric of the walls. The only tremor in this pervasive quietude was the low, almost meditative thrum emanating from the master bedroom. It was the sound of life support, the gentle whir of pumps and filters maintaining a delicate balance within the colossal aquarium that dominated one corner of the room. Inside this meticulously crafted underwater realm, Ambrosius, a magnificent octopus with eyes like polished obsidian beads, drifted through swaying kelp forests and coral castles.

Outside, a wash of silver moonlight seeped through the sheer linen curtains, painting luminous, shifting patterns on the polished hardwood floors. This soft glow also illuminated a haphazard trail of discarded clothing, a breadcrumb path of denim and cotton leading from the cluttered living room, across the threshold, and finally culminating at the foot of the king-sized bed. Each garment lay carelessly shed, a testament to a hurried disrobing.

A melody, both soothing and tinged with melancholy, drifted from the slightly ajar bedroom door, a barely audible soundtrack to the quiet unfolding within the moonlit space. The notes seemed to intertwine with the low hum of the aquarium, creating an unusual, almost dreamlike ambiance.

You let out a quiet sigh, your hand tracing the cool, smooth glass of Ambrosius's tank as you shed your boxers, tossing them onto the growing pile at the foot of the bed. With a deliberate grace, you climbed into the tank, the water cool against your skin as you submerged yourself.

The chill receded as you sank beneath the surface, the water enveloping your nude form. Ambrosius, as if sensing your presence, propelled herself towards you, one of her velvety tentacles wrapping around your forearm, gently pulling you closer. "I see why Kevin likes you," she hummed, her voice resonating within the confines of your mind, a familiar, comforting presence.

A soft smile touched your lips, your gaze fixed on her intricate beauty as she suctioned onto your bare chest, her touch surprisingly gentle. "I could say the same for you, Ambrosius," you breathed, your voice muffled by the water. "Such a beautiful creature."

Time seemed to melt away as you floated beneath the surface, the feeling of Ambrosius pressed against you a welcome warmth against the cool water. Her tentacles explored your body with a curious tenderness, each suction cup a soft caress as she mapped the curves and planes of your flesh. Her intelligent eyes, those polished obsidian beads, followed your every movement, the way your eyes traced the iridescent shimmer of her skin, the hesitant reach of your hand to touch the delicate curl of a tentacle. She seemed captivated by this close encounter, having only ever observed you in the periphery of Kevin’s embrace beyond the glass.

The faintest creak of the bedroom door hinge sliced through the underwater stillness, drawing your attention upwards. Your eyes flicked towards the sound just as Kevin’s silhouette filled the doorway. He froze, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes wide as he took in the scene: Ambrosius’s fluid embrace, your naked form suspended in the ethereal glow of the tank, the water-distorted light casting dancing patterns on the walls.

A slow, knowing smile spread across your lips as your eyes met Kevin’s. You watched as Ambrosius, as if sensing the shift in the room’s energy, gracefully detached herself from you and moved towards the glass, her gaze now fixed on Kevin. With deliberate movements, you climbed out of the tank, the cool water clinging to your skin, tracing rivulets down your limbs. The faint, circular marks left by Ambrosius’s suction cups adorned your flesh like a delicate, temporary pattern. A small pool of water gathered at your feet, mirroring the larger one you had just emerged from. You moved towards Kevin, a predatory glint in your eyes, the wetness of your body a stark contrast against his dry clothes as you pressed yourself against him, your hands finding purchase on his waist. His own hands instinctively settled on your damp hips, his eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of fascination and burgeoning desire swirling within them. You leaned in, your lips a breath away from his ear. "Seems like someone's already hard," you whispered, the words a low hum against his skin.

Kevin’s breath hitched, his eyes momentarily flicking downwards. He chased your retreating lips with his own, a soft, needy sound escaping his throat when you pulled back, a playful squeeze of his hips your only response. A low curse rumbled in his chest. Ambrosius’s voice, a silken whisper in the recesses of his mind, echoed, “Indeed. The proximity is… stimulating.” You placed a hand flat against Kevin’s chest, a gentle but firm pressure that guided him backwards until the backs of his knees met the edge of the bed, and he tumbled onto the mattress.

You followed, crawling onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist, your weight a delicious pressure as you propped yourself up on your elbows, your gaze sweeping over his flushed face. "This is a sight I could get used to," you murmured, your voice a soft caress.

Kevin still hadn’t fully processed the surreal beauty of the scene that had unfolded before him. His eyes, wide and unfocused, were glued to you. "Yeah," he finally managed, his voice thick and cracked with desire.

This wasn't uncharted territory for Kevin. Intimacy with you, especially with Ambrosius as a silent observer, was a facet of your relationship that had evolved over time. Initially, you had been surprised, perhaps even a little bewildered, by his suggestion. But the unique dynamic that had developed, the intricate interplay of voyeurism and shared intimacy, had become a distinct and potent element of your shared desires. You knew it held a particular fascination for him, this blurring of boundaries, this connection that transcended the conventional.

The sensation of your still-damp fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt jolted Kevin back to the present. A breathy moan escaped his lips as your fingertips traced the sensitive skin of his gills, a simultaneous assault of pleasure as your open-mouthed kisses trailed along his jawline and down his neck. His Adam's apple bobbed rhythmically against your lips. His eyes remained fixed on your hands as they explored the expanse of his abdomen just beneath the fabric of his shirt. You continued your slow ascent, pressing soft kisses along the column of his throat, your lips brushing against the delicate curve of his ear as you whispered, "I can feel you against my leg."

You shifted, settling more fully onto his lap, your weight a delicious pressure. "Take your shirt off," you instructed softly, your eyes never leaving his as you watched the subtle tremors that ran beneath his skin in response to your cool touch. "Good boy," you murmured, your gaze flicking upwards towards Ambrosius, who remained a silent, watchful presence at the glass. Kevin arched upwards, his back lifting slightly off the bed as your hands slid lower, trailing down his chest.

Your hands came to rest just below the delicate openings of his gills on his abdomen, your pointer fingers gently brushing against the soft, sensitive skin. A strangled moan escaped Kevin’s lips, his hips instinctively jerking upwards into yours. A soft chuckle rumbled in your chest. "You like that?" you whispered, not allowing him time to answer before you began to gently push your pointer fingers further beneath the openings of his gills in a slow, rhythmic motion, your hips rocking against his clothed erection. Your own cock stirred, a familiar heat building with each moan and choked gasp that left Kevin’s mouth.

With a slow, deliberate movement, you lifted yourself just enough to undo the buckle and button of Kevin’s jeans. You slid the denim down past his hips, and with a slight wriggle, he kicked them off to join the pile of your discarded clothing. You settled between his legs, one hand resting lightly on his thigh while the other crept back up his abdomen, your two fingers now slowly sliding in and out from beneath his gills. Kevin looked up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, a mumbled plea escaping his lips. "God, I could come just like this." His body arched further into your touch.

You hummed in response, leaning down to lave the underside of Kevin’s cock with your tongue, the salty pre-cum smearing across its length. The hand that had been resting on his thigh now mirrored the movements of the other, your fingers teasing the delicate skin beneath his other set of gills. A shaky sob wracked Kevin’s body, the sensations already bordering on overwhelming. You pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock before taking it fully into your mouth, the tip of your nose brushing against his pubic bone, his happy trail tickling your lips.

Kevin moaned, his hands coming up to grip your hair as you began to bob your head against his cock. His head pressed further into the pillows, his body arching and shaking beneath you, a symphony of pleasure. His eyes locked with yours as you glanced up at him. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice ragged. "I'm… I'm going to come if you ke-" A loud moan cut him off as you pushed your fingers deeper beneath his gills, rubbing against the slick, heated skin.

His cock twitched insistently in your mouth, the tip bumping against the back of your throat as his hips jerked upwards, chasing the relentless waves of pleasure. He pressed your head down further, his body convulsing beneath you as his orgasm ripped through him, your name a broken whisper against your lips.

You swallowed, a soft pop as you broke the seal, your fingers slipping from beneath his gills. You moved to hover above him, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss, your hands resting on his damp hips. You pulled back slightly, your breath fanning across his flushed face. "On your stomach," you murmured, your voice husky.

Kevin readily obliged, rolling over so his back faced you, his head nestled against the pillow. You gripped his hips, lifting them slightly as you knelt behind him. You took hold of your own burgeoning erection, rubbing the slick head against the curve of his ass, smearing beads of pre-cum across his skin. Your nails dug lightly into the soft flesh of his buttocks, spreading them slightly as you guided the tip of your cock to his slick opening.

A sharp inhale escaped Kevin’s lips, followed quickly by a choked moan as you thrust into him, your hips meeting his with a soft thud. You leaned over him, pressing kisses along his upper spine and the nape of his neck, one hand reaching around to loosely encircle his throat while the other rested on his abdomen. You began to thrust at a slow, deliberate pace, savoring each pathetic moan and whimper that escaped Kevin’s lips. You felt the rhythmic bobbing of his Adam’s apple against your touch with every inward thrust of your hips.

You increased the tempo, your own moans joining Kevin’s as his inner muscles clenched around you. Your eyes flicked upwards from his trembling form to Ambrosius, who remained a silent voyeur. Your lips brushed against Kevin’s ear. "She's still watching," you whispered, the words a potent aphrodisiac.

Kevin whimpered, burying his face deeper into the pillow. A choked sob escaped him as the hand on his abdomen slipped back beneath his gills, your fingers teasing the ultrasensitive skin as you continued to pound into him. His entire body seemed to thrum with sensitivity, even the lightest touch sending shivers through him. He stumbled over his words, barely able to articulate the imminent release. "I'm… I'm going to…"

A guttural moan ripped from your throat as you felt Kevin’s muscles clench fiercely around you, your own hips stuttering with each powerful thrust. You let out a ragged breath, your moans intertwining with Kevin’s as your orgasm finally crested, your hot come spilling into him as he came again, his release staining the sheets beneath him.

You continued to rock your hips through the lingering waves of pleasure before slowly withdrawing and collapsing beside him on the damp sheets. His body twitched slightly, his face turning towards you, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with spent desire.

You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Kevin’s eyes followed your every movement as you walked towards the bathroom and disappeared from his sight.

The sound of the shower running briefly filled the room before silence returned. You emerged from the bathroom, clean and refreshed, and turned your attention to Kevin. Gently, you helped him sit up, offering a cool cloth to wipe his face and chest. You guided him through the process of cleaning himself, your touch tender and caring. Together, you stripped the soiled sheets, replacing them with fresh linen. You helped Kevin pull on a clean pair of pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, his movements still languid with exhaustion. Finally, you guided him back into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. You lay down beside him, opening your arms in invitation. With a soft sigh, he curled into you, his head resting against your chest, the steady rhythm of your heartbeat a soothing lullaby. Soon, his breathing deepened, and the soft sound of his snores filled the quiet room.

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