Captain Fabian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
glitteringtide) wrote2025-11-25 01:45 am
glitteringtide) wrote2025-11-25 01:45 am
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let's get fucked up and die
(i'm speaking figuratively of course)
(i'm speaking figuratively of course)
And the backdrop behind their kiss suddenly becomes far less red and cartoonish. Don't worry about it.
As she grinds down on him, he lets out a soft groan, his cock hardening. It's... In the realm of horse-sized. Maybe on the small side for a horse-cock, but still.
"You've made this entirely too easy for me, my dear," he murmurs between kisses, before opening his mouth and allowing her tongue inside, pressing his to gently brush against hers and move past it. He sucks gently on her top lip.
As she grinds down on him, he lets out a soft groan, his cock hardening. It's... In the realm of horse-sized. Maybe on the small side for a horse-cock, but still.
"You've made this entirely too easy for me, my dear," he murmurs between kisses, before opening his mouth and allowing her tongue inside, pressing his to gently brush against hers and move past it. He sucks gently on her top lip.
If a satyr wasn't rocking a horse cock, what was even the point? Night Sky moaned into his mouth and ground her hips more fervently into his; threatening to stain whatever trousers he wore with how painfully wet she was becoming.
"I am easy." Just as a rule. She resumed their kiss, and while they explored each other's mouths, she slid a hand down between them, fingers tugging at the strings holding his pants clothes so she could slip her hand past and trace her fingers along his cock.
"I am easy." Just as a rule. She resumed their kiss, and while they explored each other's mouths, she slid a hand down between them, fingers tugging at the strings holding his pants clothes so she could slip her hand past and trace her fingers along his cock.
"We certainly have that in common," he mutters between kisses. One hand cups her breast, the other grabbing her ass and pulling it forward to grind her further into his cock as his hips buck upward. He moans.
"Your body is wonderful. Did I already say that?" Soft and plump and so satisfying to grab onto.
"Your body is wonderful. Did I already say that?" Soft and plump and so satisfying to grab onto.
"Oh my god—" she gasped as her fingers curled around his cock and pulled him free, the weight and girth of it not entirely surprising, but very exciting once she realized she was going to get the chance to shove it inside her soon.
"No idea. I have a terrible memory." She joked, pushing herself against his hand to fill it even more with the meat of her ass — and also to rise up above the head of his cock, excitement and the slickness of her cunt causing her to actually miss the hole a few times. Hilariously, she laughed. "Fuck."
"No idea. I have a terrible memory." She joked, pushing herself against his hand to fill it even more with the meat of her ass — and also to rise up above the head of his cock, excitement and the slickness of her cunt causing her to actually miss the hole a few times. Hilariously, she laughed. "Fuck."
"What?" He asks, alarmed. Then he looks down at his erect cock.
"Oh my god." Yeah, that's. Wow. Good gods.
Fabian laughs with her as she misses— he doesn't blame her, will this even fit inside of her without any preparation?!— but he's also breathlessly moaning between the giggles, already stunned by the sensations she's giving him, and he's not even inside her yet. He helps her to line the tip up with her opening and then presses up into her, slowly.
"Let me know if— ah," he gasps at the warmth slowly surrounding him. He meant to say to let him know if he needs to stop or slow, or if more lubrication is needed, but he can't quite finish his sentence. She's on top of him anyway, so he figures she has enough control to stop if it's too much.
"Oh my god." Yeah, that's. Wow. Good gods.
Fabian laughs with her as she misses— he doesn't blame her, will this even fit inside of her without any preparation?!— but he's also breathlessly moaning between the giggles, already stunned by the sensations she's giving him, and he's not even inside her yet. He helps her to line the tip up with her opening and then presses up into her, slowly.
"Let me know if— ah," he gasps at the warmth slowly surrounding him. He meant to say to let him know if he needs to stop or slow, or if more lubrication is needed, but he can't quite finish his sentence. She's on top of him anyway, so he figures she has enough control to stop if it's too much.
Night Sky had fucked well hung satyrs before, so this wouldn't be her first rodeo. It had been a while, though...
"Ahuh..." Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say, babe. She lowered herself slowly, letting herself acclimate to the stretch as he eased in inch by inch. Her hands curled against his chest, nails dragging over his skin; lips parted for every panting breath she exhaled — sounding like she had just run a marathon. "I can... mmn. I can handle you, baby. Promise."
"Ahuh..." Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say, babe. She lowered herself slowly, letting herself acclimate to the stretch as he eased in inch by inch. Her hands curled against his chest, nails dragging over his skin; lips parted for every panting breath she exhaled — sounding like she had just run a marathon. "I can... mmn. I can handle you, baby. Promise."
He cradles her cheek, looking into her eyes for a moment.
"You're sure?" He checks, given how out of breath she already sounds. "You're in control, just tell me if you need more... Lubricant... Oh, blazes."
It's hard to be coherent as she presses down around him, and his head lolls back against the grass. His hands are steadying... On her ass.
"You're sure?" He checks, given how out of breath she already sounds. "You're in control, just tell me if you need more... Lubricant... Oh, blazes."
It's hard to be coherent as she presses down around him, and his head lolls back against the grass. His hands are steadying... On her ass.
"Promise." She assured him as she landed fully in his lap, a pleased groan rumbling in her throat. "You've made me more than wet enough, handsome." She could handle it!
Just give her a second to really drink in how much he filled her and how delightful the little twinge of pain felt amongst the absurd amount of pleasure. Without warning, She lifted up again after that brief appreciation, and started to bounce. "Won't be... opposed to you touching me more, though."
Just give her a second to really drink in how much he filled her and how delightful the little twinge of pain felt amongst the absurd amount of pleasure. Without warning, She lifted up again after that brief appreciation, and started to bounce. "Won't be... opposed to you touching me more, though."
Fabian lets out a pleasured groan, his eyes rolling back behind his lids.
"Yes, of course," he says quickly, breathless at the feeling of her, his hands hastily making themselves busy. If you've got time to lean, you've got time to... Stimulate her, or however the saying goes. He cups both of her breasts eagerly and gently pinches her nipples, playing with them until they harden under his thumbs. She is... Well-endowed, but he's just as enamoured with the freckles that dot the tops of her breasts as he is with the shape of them.
"Gods..." He curses under his breath, unsure whether this is really happening.
"Yes, of course," he says quickly, breathless at the feeling of her, his hands hastily making themselves busy. If you've got time to lean, you've got time to... Stimulate her, or however the saying goes. He cups both of her breasts eagerly and gently pinches her nipples, playing with them until they harden under his thumbs. She is... Well-endowed, but he's just as enamoured with the freckles that dot the tops of her breasts as he is with the shape of them.
"Gods..." He curses under his breath, unsure whether this is really happening.
He sits up in bed (finally) as Kerry comes in, leaning over him with concern as he groans. Quickly examining him and spotting the blood on his forehead, he puts a hand on his cheek to make Kerry look at him.
"Darling..." He clicks his tongue. "You know you do not have to commit vehicular manslaughter and give yourself brain damage just because I want breakfast."
"Darling..." He clicks his tongue. "You know you do not have to commit vehicular manslaughter and give yourself brain damage just because I want breakfast."
“Didn’t do either of those things. Probably. Pretty sure about one of ‘em, anyway.”
Kerry grins up at Fabian, all wide and dopey-eyed, to try and show him he’s fine.
“Little blood never hurt anyone. Kinda hot. And besides — hungry.”
Tilting his head now to try and lick at Fabian’s hand, if he can reach.
"Which one are you pretty sure about?" He asks warily. He hopes it's the brain damage, though that dopey look isn't promising.
He brings his other hand up to catch the blood trickling toward Kerry's eyebrow with his thumb. He's examining how big the gash is when he feels Kerry's tongue on his other hand.
"Hey!" He scoffs, laughing. "Remind me again who is feeding whomst, here?"
He brings his other hand up to catch the blood trickling toward Kerry's eyebrow with his thumb. He's examining how big the gash is when he feels Kerry's tongue on his other hand.
"Hey!" He scoffs, laughing. "Remind me again who is feeding whomst, here?"
“Uh.”
It’s the vehicular manslaughter Kerry’s pretty sure he didn’t commit — this time — but he avoids answering just to be cheeky. Dopey smile still plastered on his face. He’s happy to see Fabian, okay? Despite the minor car accident.
“More bark than bite,” Kerry mumbles. The gash on his head isn’t terribly large, although the bleeding continues in a trickle. “The cut, I mean. Not me. I’m a biter.”
With that, he’ll nip at Fabian’s hand: dragging his teeth across his palm.
“I can multi-task. Real skilled that way.”
Fabian wipes the blood with his thumb, then sticks it in his mouth. Coppery. Then he can't resist kissing Kerry on the cheek, cute as he is.
"Still, your brain lives in here, darling," he taps Kerry's temple. "If you do happen to have one. You should get it checked."
Fabian laughs and playfully clamps his hand over Kerry's mouth to stop his biting.
"For once, I am not the meal, my biter. I'm dessert! What have you brought? Smells like..." He breathes in deeply through his nose. "Pancakes? Waffles?"
"Still, your brain lives in here, darling," he taps Kerry's temple. "If you do happen to have one. You should get it checked."
Fabian laughs and playfully clamps his hand over Kerry's mouth to stop his biting.
"For once, I am not the meal, my biter. I'm dessert! What have you brought? Smells like..." He breathes in deeply through his nose. "Pancakes? Waffles?"
Oh, Kerry’s not at all normal about fingers in mouths. Got his eyes on Fabian’s lips as he sucks on his thumb. Kerry’s thumb soon? He nods to himself. Yeah, Kerry’s fuckin’ thumb soon.
“I got a brain. More interested in checking out your blood thing. You got a blood thing, babe?”
Pursing his lips against Fabian’s hand, now; mumbling an incoherent: “Yeah, I got you your pancakes.”
He puts one hand over Fabian’s — never gonna say no to fingers near his mouth, even if it’s to shut him up — while using the other to awkwardly reach for the food bag. Snapping his fingers like a crab. Catching the handle and tugging the bag up and onto the bed.
Probably spilling syrup inside, but that’s fine. More to lick when they make a mess.
"A blood thing?" He looks at Kerry with a puzzled expression, then at his thumb he just sucked the blood off of. He's not exactly sure why he did that. Mainly he didn't want blood in Kerry's eyes or on his clothes or the sheets, so his mouth seemed like the best station to dispose of it.
"I don't think so...? But I am always willing to try new things."
Pancakes, he vaguely makes out. Yes, excellent. He grins and uses his free hand to receive the bag, making a bit of room between them for it. The syrup, mercifully, is in little closed containers. Removing the box of pancakes from the bag, he peers into it.
"Oh-" He laughs, delighted by the little face on the pancakes, which is made even more delightful by being fucked up in transport, now melted and crooked.
"Looks just like you."
"I don't think so...? But I am always willing to try new things."
Pancakes, he vaguely makes out. Yes, excellent. He grins and uses his free hand to receive the bag, making a bit of room between them for it. The syrup, mercifully, is in little closed containers. Removing the box of pancakes from the bag, he peers into it.
"Oh-" He laughs, delighted by the little face on the pancakes, which is made even more delightful by being fucked up in transport, now melted and crooked.
"Looks just like you."
Kerry cocks his head, but he’s still smiling real big. Licking a stripe along Fabian’s palm; tongue slipping between his fingers.
There’s a little more blood dripping down his forehead, into his hair. A slow trickle. Unlike Fabian, though, Kerry doesn’t care where his blood gets. Can always get new clothes. New sheets.
Then, mumbled against Fabian’s fingers: “Feed me.”
Hungry, sure, but his interest is more in the whole process. Imagining Fabian with whipped cream all over his fingers. Smearing it across Kerry’s lips. Other parts of him.
Kerry swears he has a brain.
"Eugh-" Fabian pulls his hand away and shakes it, then wipes it on the sheets. He may be freaky, but a tongue between his fingers is not the most pleasant feeling.
He doesn't have a handkerchief on him to wipe the blood with, given that he doesn't have anything on him, so he leaves it. He could kiss it...? Wait, does he have a blood thing? Hm. Much to ponder.
Oh! Wait, there are napkins in the food bag. The future is an incredible place. he pulls one out and presses it to Kerry's temple, mopping the blood.
Given the fact that they're in bed, and Kerry evidently has an extreme oral fixation, he's getting the hint that feeding him is not a fork and knife endeavour. He opens one of the syrup containers and pours it on the pancakes, then rips off a small piece with his fingers and brings it to Kerry's lips.
"Here you are, your majesty."
He doesn't have a handkerchief on him to wipe the blood with, given that he doesn't have anything on him, so he leaves it. He could kiss it...? Wait, does he have a blood thing? Hm. Much to ponder.
Oh! Wait, there are napkins in the food bag. The future is an incredible place. he pulls one out and presses it to Kerry's temple, mopping the blood.
Given the fact that they're in bed, and Kerry evidently has an extreme oral fixation, he's getting the hint that feeding him is not a fork and knife endeavour. He opens one of the syrup containers and pours it on the pancakes, then rips off a small piece with his fingers and brings it to Kerry's lips.
"Here you are, your majesty."
“Hmm. Doctor Fabian.” Kerry’s imagination is getting away from him for about the hundredth time today as Fabian mops up his blood. “Takin’ real good care of me, Doc.”
No utensils allowed: Kerry probably would’ve batted them away.
“Real good care, huh?” Mumbled against Fabian’s fingers. But he won’t be difficult — not about this. Kerry accepts the small bite, lapping at the syrup. After swallowing, he says: “Gimme a bite with chocolate chips.”
Okay, he’ll be a little difficult.
“Now you’re just being cute. But I like it. Can return the favor.”
Edited 2026-01-26 21:24 (UTC)
fabian probably got isekai'd into modern/cyber world i guess
glitteringtide
2026-01-26 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't give me so much credit," he murmurs wryly. "I have no degree, and my only experience is trying to keep my crew from dying at sea."
Which... Arguably is a lot of experience, but he wasn't usually the ship's doctor, so it didn't always fall to him. And, well, members of his crew did die at sea, so he's not sure what that says about the kind of doctor he is.
Still, once Kerry's forehead is clean(er), he kisses him on the temple. He is a bit of a caretaker at heart, despite the many other conflicting impressions he gives off, and Kerry has always had the tendency to bring out that side of him (mostly by being a disaster).
He smiles, watching Kerry's mouth as he takes the bite and licks Fabian's fingers. He ghosts his nails across his lip before pulling another piece off, this one with a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate chip melted on it.
"I was being sarcastic, you brat," he teases as he feeds him the second bite.
"Yes, please do, before I get... What are the kids calling it? Hangry?"
Which... Arguably is a lot of experience, but he wasn't usually the ship's doctor, so it didn't always fall to him. And, well, members of his crew did die at sea, so he's not sure what that says about the kind of doctor he is.
Still, once Kerry's forehead is clean(er), he kisses him on the temple. He is a bit of a caretaker at heart, despite the many other conflicting impressions he gives off, and Kerry has always had the tendency to bring out that side of him (mostly by being a disaster).
He smiles, watching Kerry's mouth as he takes the bite and licks Fabian's fingers. He ghosts his nails across his lip before pulling another piece off, this one with a dollop of whipped cream and a chocolate chip melted on it.
"I was being sarcastic, you brat," he teases as he feeds him the second bite.
"Yes, please do, before I get... What are the kids calling it? Hangry?"
Mmm... I grew up on the beach. I would like to go back there.
[Still very pouty. Thankfully, he's being thawed in here, though when he's drunk he often gets that bone-deep chill that takes a long time to pass.]
Tomorrow? What d'you want tomorrow?
[Still very pouty. Thankfully, he's being thawed in here, though when he's drunk he often gets that bone-deep chill that takes a long time to pass.]
Tomorrow? What d'you want tomorrow?
Tomorrow we're gonna use your muscles.
[ He has some wood stacks to move and he wouldn't say no to help.
A sideways glance later and he's not sure how much Fabian's got in him tonight for much of anything else. Probably just bed and dealing with whatever hangover shows up tomorrow. ]
Right now you seem like you need to sleep, though.
[ They're just up the road from Alyson's house. Soon enough he's pulling onto the drive and killing the engine, looking across at Fabian in the dark. ]
How quiet are you gonna be?
[ He has some wood stacks to move and he wouldn't say no to help.
A sideways glance later and he's not sure how much Fabian's got in him tonight for much of anything else. Probably just bed and dealing with whatever hangover shows up tomorrow. ]
Right now you seem like you need to sleep, though.
[ They're just up the road from Alyson's house. Soon enough he's pulling onto the drive and killing the engine, looking across at Fabian in the dark. ]
How quiet are you gonna be?
My muscles... Which muscles would those be?
[A small smile pulls at his lip as he tries half-heartedly for innuendo, but his eyes are closed, and his tone is detached and dreamy. So, correct, it does seem like he needs to sleep.]
Soooo quiet... I told you... Smallest mouse of all time... Ant-sized mouse...
[But leaving this little cocoon of warmth sounds terrible. Five more minutes... (Smack him)]
[A small smile pulls at his lip as he tries half-heartedly for innuendo, but his eyes are closed, and his tone is detached and dreamy. So, correct, it does seem like he needs to sleep.]
Soooo quiet... I told you... Smallest mouse of all time... Ant-sized mouse...
[But leaving this little cocoon of warmth sounds terrible. Five more minutes... (Smack him)]
Shut up.
[ Tyler is laughing though in the quiet, dark warmth of the truck cab. He does poke Fabian's shoulder for good measure and then hops out when he's satisfied Fabian thinks he'll be quiet as a mouse.
Through sheer will of wanting to get back to bed himself, Tyler harasses the other man as quietly as possible through the house, discarding coat, boots and then bundling Fabian towards the bed he's just gotten out of not 15 minutes earlier.
At least the bedroom door is shut now. Though whether he'll have to apologize to Alyson tomorrow for any noise is up in the air. ]
Get your ass into bed.
[ He's already in his PJs - just a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Socks still on. ]
[ Tyler is laughing though in the quiet, dark warmth of the truck cab. He does poke Fabian's shoulder for good measure and then hops out when he's satisfied Fabian thinks he'll be quiet as a mouse.
Through sheer will of wanting to get back to bed himself, Tyler harasses the other man as quietly as possible through the house, discarding coat, boots and then bundling Fabian towards the bed he's just gotten out of not 15 minutes earlier.
At least the bedroom door is shut now. Though whether he'll have to apologize to Alyson tomorrow for any noise is up in the air. ]
Get your ass into bed.
[ He's already in his PJs - just a simple pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Socks still on. ]
[She was so swift and strong... He had to admire her technique and her spunk. And her face and her hair and her body and... You get the picture.]
Oh, if you insist.
[Which she hadn't done, he knows. An impish smile pulls at his lips and he turns his head, moving her clothing to find a bare part of her shoulder to kiss.]
Oh, if you insist.
[Which she hadn't done, he knows. An impish smile pulls at his lips and he turns his head, moving her clothing to find a bare part of her shoulder to kiss.]
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