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cherry-pop-elf · 6 months ago

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Shark-Dad

Namor x Reader

Can be read as platonic because ya know. Namor is a flirt lmao

AN: Was inspired by @chosentragedy s drawing of Namor helping Jeff dress up and just be an over all proud dad. So now time for some fluffy DILF action

SUM: While people were off to save the world, there was an incident that had left Jeff rather hurt. As one of the few ‘civilians’ that could be trusted you were in charge of taking care of him. Who would know Jeff The Shark was with you? His daddy, of course

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Namor being a number 1 dad, Flirts out the asssssss

“Poor baby. Hurt your fin real bad didn’t you?” You would sooth the poor little land Shark. Poor baby had gotten pretty hurt out there. From what Doreen told you he had jumped into the air to block an ultra pulse. How the hell was he alive?

Don’t worry about it.

You made sure he was as cozy as cozy could be in your living room. Found every pillow you could find, grabbed your softest blankets, and even let him pick out a stuffy to snuggle with. He’s going to have a long recovery ahead, but he’s a brave and strong boy. He’s got this.

He just needed a little hide out to recover in. They figured a civilian would work best. Hard for anyone to find out a little creature like him would be huddled in some humans home. Who would ever be able to find him? Besides maybe like Kraven.

A knock at the door said there was a person who could.

You looked over from the couch, having played a Disney movie for Jeff to enjoy, and tried to think back on if anyone was suppose to come over today. If it was someone like Doreen or Luna they would have texted you so you knew.

You would quickly turn down the TV, and listened again. Maybe you misheard? No, it seems you didn’t. There was another knock. This wine was a teeny bit more aggressive now.

Great. Who would want to see you now? Probably no one good. So, here you are. You were reaching under the couch for the gun that Miss Black Widow gave you. Wasn’t a gun with bullets, this thing shoots plasma bursts. A good way to knock someone out.

Step by step you reached towards your door, with the gun whirling to life. With it on full charge you would yank the door open. The barrel instantly pushed against the persons chest.

“Excuse me-?!” The man blinked, with his hands up at more so surprise than anything else. Who would expect a gun like Black Widow’s pointing at your face in the late evening? Not Namor.

NAMOR?!

“Oh! Sorry your royal Highness! Uh-!” You quickly flipped the safety on the gun, and lowered the weapon down to cool off. Whoops. That’s one way to make an impression.

“What are you doing here? Is something wrong?” You asked, while he more so just stepped right into your home. You didn’t really take offense to it. He’s from a exteremly different culture, and not to mention he’s well…Namor. You have plenty of friends who have socializing issues. A little patience goes a long way.

Before you could ask the question again, you soon saw him kneeling down to Jeff. In turn Jeff made little noises or excitement at the sight of him. He couldn’t move much from the pain, but Namor did it all for him. Laid himself right there on the floor. Didn’t care if he got his tank top and shirts dirty. No sir. Jeff came first. Curled up with him then and there.

He was saying something to the land Shark, but you couldn’t understand it. It sounded like Spanish but it wasn’t? Maybe old Spanish? Pre colonized? Better not to touch a sensitive subject like that. You just knew that Jeff was finally smiling. That’s all that mattered.

You would close the door, locked it, and put the gun away, before going to sit cross legged next to the cuddling pair. To see Namor give such gentle touches to him. Perfectly mindful of the bruises and cuts. Just doing whatever he could to comfort him. Anything to have Jeff happy.

“Looks like someone missed you, your majesty.” You whispered. A means to not interrupt the moment for them. Jeff needed so much TLC right now. Seemed Namor being involved was needed. Little baby was able to smile. He hurt, but he could hurt a little less now.

“Yes. Yes he has. And I to him. He is my little world. He is my little Paal.” He smiled a grin that made you think of Jeff. His teeth weren’t quite as sharp, but you could still see the happiness that reached his eyes. He had been so worried for Jeff. You could tell. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had been hunting him down. You knew people can get attached to Jeff, but something told you this was more than just a cute shark being hurt.

“What does that mean? Paal?” You asked, as you would adjust the blanket that was on Jeff. Help him stay warm since he was a shark that needed warmth. You swore you saw the man’s hand twitch. As if he was gonna attempt to swat you away. Territorial.

“Hm? Ah. It means child. He is my little ‘child’ if you will. My little boy.” He explained, as Jeff gave a weak wag of his tail at such a compliment. There was a tight bond between them. One that could Rival the tether between him and Gwenpool. Now THATS saying something.

“That’s so sweet. A perfect nickname for him.” You agreed, before finally getting up. Welp, you now had a second guest to deal with. No big deal. Jeff was the main priority right now. Jeff clearly was safe and comfortable with Namor. Trusted him enough to curl up into him. That kind of mental relief does more for the body than people can credit it for. Jeff deserved to feel safe.

Everyone does.

You would fill up Jeff’s water bowl, so that he can remain hydrated, and also grabbed one of your larger water bottles for Namor as well. Should you offer food? What would he even eat? Fish as well? Would it be insulting to offer him sardines? Were you over thinking this?

Maybe just communicating with him will solve it.

You returned back over to the smuggling pair, seeing that now Namor was sitting up and leaning against the couch. Jeff was curled up in his lap, having abandoned all the pillows for such a safe haven. Namor really brought Jeff comfort. He was better than a pillow fort even! That’s love right there.

You would set the bowl near Jeff’s head, and then offered your bottle to Namor.

“Oh, thank you my dear.” He would take it from you. You then curled up on the couch and rested your head on its arm. Your arms were under your chin as you looked at the aquatic boys. The intense scent of salt water, sea weed, and something else was deep in your lungs. The third scent was hard to pin point. Maybe it’s just something you’ve never smelled before? He is from the bottom of the ocean. Fascinating.

“Jeff really likes you…..You two just hit it off?” You asked, as you would go to mute the TV for him. To your surprise Namor had the remote, and if anything had turned it up.

You’ll keep his dirty secret of loving The Little Mermaid.

“I suppose so. I’ll never forget the day. Lady Squirrel had come to ask me a question about if I could ‘speak to fish’ for she had a problem with this little land Shark here. Had himself quite a tummy ache he indeed did. Had to reach my arm in there and pulled out a slingshot. She wondered where that was. As the surface people say ‘the rest is history’ hm.”

That didn’t surprise you in the ever slightest. You found it rather sweet. He just shoved his hand in to save the day. No worry about the grossness and the sharp teeth. A shark was in trouble and he thought of their health first.

Why did everyone say he was an asshole again?

“So, is this just you and Paal?” He asked you, as he would keep gently rubbing the sharks head. Little thumb circles to sooth the headaches that were to come. His other hand would bring the water bottle to his lips. Taking in a much need drink.

“Yeah. Just me and the little guy. I’m one of Doreen’s friends. We’re pretty close but the friendship is kept under the radar. So who better to take care of him than a nobody?”

That got a scoff from the king.

“A nobody? Well then, you are a very beautiful nobody.” He would flash those shark teeth of his, and you promptly slapped a pillow into his face. Made him give a huff against the material.

One of Squirrel Girl’s besties is literally Loki. You can handle a sassy and flamboyant man.

“Focus on the child-“ You warned, as he happily did so. Gentle little pets and soft kisses to that big head of his. Got sleepy little mrr’s out of him. Oh you swore you would loose a tooth. Little Jeffy. Oh he saved so many lives and was still kicking. Truly the best boy.

“He is such a strong little shark.” You sighed, as Namor would give a small nod to what you said.

“It is a lonely life, for him. Not many like him after all. He and I relate to such. Land and sea, yet neither welcome us with ease.” He would admit, as he gave a small squeeze of comfort. For himself or for Jeff is for speculation.

“I bet….Well you got each other. That’s one extra person. Right?” You offered that positive view point for him. “-And this whole multiverse time line thing. Endless time lines of people like you guys. Different versions of you even….Wonder how many time lines have you and Jeff close? Endless if you think about it. Endless time lines where you and Jeff find each other. Right?”

That’s a heavy topic to swallow, but it seems he was able to digest it. Smiled even.

“That is a lovely thought, my dear. I like that thought….I hope there is time lines I’ve met you as well.” You rolled your eyes at such a comment. Flirts. Flirts will flirt.

“Pay attention to your child-“ You chuckled, as you would look back to Jeff. How safe he seemed curled up in his arms. Just fast asleep, and blowing little bubbles between his snores. The most relaxed he’s looked since he got to your place.

He needed that.

His little snores were soothing honestly. Like a whale song. You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but it happened. The three of you knocked out cold together. The trio taking a much needed nap all together.

Your hair nuzzled into green hair, his arms secure around Jeff, and that baby shark snoozing away. Little bubbles left to fly into the air, and pop like little stars.

A very well earned nap.

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kabr0ztrousers · 11 days ago

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A top heavy fem reader finds out her family is in deep trouble with a loan shark (a literal sharkman). He makes her strip to see what she's got. As he's groping her he tells her the options to pay him back like becoming a stripper, p0rn actress, escort, etc. Then he says he can clear the debt if she will be his.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 158: Loan Shark

Also entitled: How much dialogue? 🥲

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

Ao3!

CWs: dubcon, moving to enthusiastic consent; biting; oral sex; financial coercion; intimidation;

A/N: I'm trying to do more dialogue-heavy stories recently because I've done loads without much. So you'll get plenty of stories where all the characters have basically the same voice 🤣

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You hadn't meant to borrow that much, but you know how it is; one bad month leaves you with not quite enough to make ends meet, so you borrow a little. The next month, you've paid that back, but now you're a little further, then a little further. It's not long before the repayments outstripped what you could pay, and you turned to... Less than scrupulous help. Bruce was fine, to begin with. He didn't ask for more than you could afford for the first few months, you almost started letting yourself feel like you were on the way to getting things back to normal.

Until, of course, your phone rang.

“Hey, come to my office. We need to talk” Bruce sounded annoyed.

Cold dread gripped you. You checked your phone on the bus into the city. You hadn’t missed a payment, every month on the first, chipping away at your debt little by little. You couldn’t stop your heart from racing, cold sweat running down your back.

The office, such as it was, was a garage on the rougher part of town. A large lupine in a biker jacket leaned smoking on the door, before moving to one side and waving you in.

“Bruce is waiting. Looks pretty pissed. Don’t try nothin’”

You looked him in the eye as you passed. He returned your gaze, impassive, watching you enter before stepping back in front of the door behind you. The metal door creaked slightly on its hinges under his weight. No getting out that way.

Bruce’s desk looked tiny in front of him. A tiny piece of faux wood supporting a laptop and cheap printer, all positioned before a veritable mountain of hulking shark-man.

“Good. You're here.” He grinned, revealing row upon row of serrated triangular teeth “Time to pay up.”

“I- I paid this month, see?” You held out your phone to him “On the first, same as always”

“Interest's gone up. You’re gonna pay the whole lot. Today. Now. Or you're not leaving this office.”

Your face paled. Cold water flowed down your spine “I can't afford it… I’ll never be able to do that”

Bruce's grin widened “There's more than one way to skin a cat.” He motioned with his hands “Take off your clothes. Let's see what we're dealing with”

You blushed, turning to leave. The huge lupine was standing on this side of the door now, staring you down

“What’d I say? Don't try nothin'”

You wanted to take your chances, get him away from the door and run for the police. Your legs had other ideas. His stare transfixed you, pinning you in place.

“Good choice. Now, turn around and face the boss when he's talking to ya”

Bruce had stepped around his desk and was now sat on it, the cheap surface bowing under his bulk “Now. Take off your clothes, and turn around. Let's see what we're dealing with”

You stripped obediently, blushing as more and more skin was exposed to the two men. The lupine didn't seem interested, as stoic and unflappable as ever. Bruce, however, was positively drooling.

“Now that's what I'm talking about!” He laughed “Look at you!”

He grabbed one of the folds of your belly “Damn, ever thought about doing porn? I know a guy, we could make that happen…” Next he cupped one of your tits “Or perhaps just sell your body directly… Classy, like, no street corners for you”

He was drooling now, lost in his fantasies as he prodded and poked at you.

“Is there not another way?” You weren't keen on selling yourself, despite his enthusiasm. “I don't want to be a prostitute”

Bruce stopped for a moment. Still holding one of your breasts, your protestation bouncing around in his head. “Well, there is… one thing” he was suddenly bashful “Maybe if you’d give me a try? We could see where it goes, and I'll forgive your debt”

You stared at him. His expressionless black eyes wide. Suddenly the intimidating loanshark was just a terrified schoolboy, terrified at owning up to his crush. “Ok, we’ll give it a shot. One date, no obligations, and no more loan” was this really working? You, stark naked, with an apex predator wrapped around your finger, his legbreaker flicking a lighter in the corner of the room

Bruce let go of your tit and grabbed your hand, whisking you off to a back room you hadn't noticed. Up a flight of stairs into a loft, roughly converted into a studio flat

“My gaff, it's not much, but it's home” was he blushing?

You let him guide you to the bed, a rickety spring mattress on a steel frame. He laid you down, the springs protesting at your generous frame.

“One second, just gotta-” and just like that the shark was as naked as you, clothes abandoned on the floor

When you said a date, this isn't exactly what you had in mind, but when he stood there, wearing not a stitch, you couldn't help but get into the rhythm of things. You sat up for him, the muscular humanoid in front of you barely daring to touch you now. Forcing his hands to your hair did the trick, especially when you started planting kisses on his cock.

Fingers weaved through your hair, not quite holding you, but it was good enough for now. You'll train him better for next time. The head of his cock was enough to make you have to open wide. You kissed the tip and licked the underside, flicking his frenulum with the tip of your tongue, hearing him groan and sigh as he started to leak onto your tongue.

It tasted too good, you could've kept going like this and got your reward, but the heat in your crotch made you pull away, rolling backwards on the squealing mattress, presenting yourself to him

“Well? Don't you want me?”

He did. The bedsprings protested at his settling on top of you, pressing his cock against your hole and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Come on, give it to me”

You gasped as the head slipped inside. Bruce's hips set a brisk rhythm, his hips slapping against yours, balls swinging into your ass with every thrust. He was wrapped around you, arms holding your body tight to his as his legs worked you into the squeaking springs under you.

Slopping wet sounds mingled with the squeaking bedframe and springs as you drew close, every thrust sending butterflies through your stomach. You still needed more

“Bite me”

“Mmph?” His face was still stuck in the plush flesh of your shoulder

“Just a little, bite me”

You felt Bruce open his mouth, nibbling at your collarbone. The hundreds of razor-sharp teeth leaving marks on your body as you groaned

“Just like that, right there, right there, right-”

Your words turned into a long, sustained whine. He kept going, the ribbed head of his cock sliding through you. Every inch filled you with wriggling ecstasy, your hips bucking into his as he panted into you.

You wrapped your legs around the shark-man’s hips “Don't you dare pull out. Don't you fucking dare”

He couldn't, even without your legs. You felt him throb, heard him whimper, then his hips slammed into yours. Again and again, he shakily thrust, rolling you slightly to reach as deep as he could as he filled you.

You both lay, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing breath as you panted, forehead to forehead.

“Next time we do this” you kissed him “you're buying me dinner first.”

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