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Hey everyone, I’ve got many ideas and wanted to see how thing go for me. Not exactly sure how to add cool font or anything fancy so forgive me. Thinking on Nerdy Migueeel MWAHHH.
PICTURES ARE NOT MINE!!
Nerdy Roomate Miguel. Who stares only at his feet instead of anything else when he asks you out with flowers from the shop a couple blocks far from campus.Along with stickers from a show he noticed you like as you watch it on repeat every chance you get, Learning a couple lines from how much he’s heard it.
Nerdy Roomate Miguel who gets beyond flustered when you accept and pull him down to kiss his cheek. Confessing you always found his shy nature cute despite him being so tall. And how you find it funny he works out just to hide his figure under vests and strictly color-coded outfits.
Nerdy Roommate Miguel who apologizes over and over again for getting hard at accidentally seeing your legs while you were shaving and he was brushing his teeth
And resulting in you later on in the day deciding seeing him be in charge instead of shy was your new goal.
Nerdy roommate Miguel who follows everything you say during your shared first time. You hadn’t been intimate or anything. Considering your love life has been as dead as 8-track for years. So you couldn’t help back from entering in a silk gown you bought to help your skin, and straddling Miguel until he’s a puppy man.
; “Y/N?! What are you doing-“ You ran your hands through his hair and perplexed his face with soft kisses. Miguel Calmed down and lowered his eyes lidded, His glasses sipping to his nose as you smiled gently and kissed him softly. Placing his hands on your hips, but due to his size a little more than just his fingerpads touched your rear. And he pulled back.
“A-are you sure princesa..? No quiero hacerte daño linda..”
You smiled at his care and looped your arms around his neck and nodded.
“yes Migs, I promise I’ll tell you if i dont like anything.”
Not much convincing was needed after you started to grind and he hesitantly brought his hands back to your hips, the same place that later ended his faint yet noticeable marks of his finger from his strong grip.
Nerdy Roomate Miguel! Who tells you over and over how you’ve cured wounds he didnt know ached. Kissing every part of you during soft and gentle sex.
Nerdy Roomate Miguel who came so hard just from bottoming out at the feel of your tight cunt around him. (Protection)Telling you how warm and moist your pussy feels and panting heavily as he finally starts to move. Missionary, Doggy and eating you out with;
“Like this?” “Is this okay..?” And muffled. “ Mmfgood..”
Nerdy Roommate Miguel who groans and Placed his mouth on your neck when you try to shift further from him as you wake up. He learned you quite like marks last night. You’re covered from your neck to thighs. Marks on your neck, Shoulders, breast, thighs and Especially your Tummy. Wrapping his arms tighter around your soft waist. Massaging the soft skin as he nuzzles into the hollow of your shoulder.
Bonus!!, he broke his glasses from when they fell off him during intimacy and the gown you wore lays in shattered, Ripped piece of light green satin scattered around the floor.
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flour - alessia russo
A large hand scratches your stomach lightly the girl whos hand it is hoping that it will wake you up gently. She hears her stomach grumble at her once again telling her she needed to eat something. The night before she hadn’t had anything for dinner because as she quoted “You were more than enough.” as her lips began to trace further down your body. A sigh left the blondes lips as she decided that she had no choice but to wake you up as you were lying on her right arm while holding her hand, keeping her securely in place. “y/n, baby?” she whispered quietly into your hear not wanting to startle you. You begin to move slightly and push yourself further into Alessias hold. Your eyes slightly open as you look at the girl. “Its dark.” you mumble, almost being unheard if it wasnt the middle of the night, while pointing to the window. Lessi laughs at you and your sleepy state as you just look at her with your eyes half lidded. “Sleep lessi” you whisper while turning around in her arms and resting your head in the crook of her neck. “Im so hungry..” she trails off as you suddenly shoot out of your sleep. “Alessia! I told you. You need to eat!” You say scolding her your eyebrows beginning to furrow. Alessia places her thumb to the middle of your eyebrows to try to unfurrow them. “I know. I just needed to wake you up so i could go make something. You were lying on my arm.” she says as her hand goes to grab yours in apology, the tips of her ears turning red at your authoritative voice scolding her making her feel like a little girl in getting in trouble from her mother for eating too many chocolates. You bring your hands to cup her cheeks as you caress the area beside her nose and placing a kiss to the tip of it. “Ok lets go my beauty.” you say to the girl as you begin to get out of the bed. There is a shirt on the floor that you grab to cover your form, you almost drown in the fabric it obviously being alessias. “ill be downstairs, you put on some clothes.” you say smugly punctuating your sentence with a wink as she just sits in bed watching you leave the room in shock, she had never seen you get out of bed so quickly.
The sound of the stairs creeking pulls you out of the trance of being on your phone as you place it down onto the counter. Your blonde is wearing a pair of black shorts that show off her beautifully tanned legs and a tank top that let your gaze fall to her toned arms. Her arms. The arms that would protectively wrap around your waist if you spoke to anyone that wasn’t her. The arms that never let you sleep without them around you. The arms that a few hours prior lifted you onto the cool counter leaving you gasp at the sudden contact with the cold. The arms that moved your hair out of her way as she kissed and sucked at your neck leaving a dark bruises behind. The arms that slipped under your shorts to tease you that little bit more. The arms that were now wrapped around you pulling you closer to her body, seeking your warmth. This touch was different to the one from earlier it wasn’t eager or rushed, it was calm and gentle. Leaving you swoon with how she treated you like fine china, if her thoughts weren’t focused on how your body responded to her touch.
“So less, what do you want to eat?” you question placing your hands over your girlfriend’s manicured ones. “I would say you but i’ll just get in trouble..” she trails off as you push yourself out of her firm grip looking at her with what she would describe as your ‘disappointed teacher face’. “shut up.” you whisper to her as she just laughs at you. “What do you want?” you repeat once again to pry the answer the blonde was keeping to herself. “Dont give out to me.. but i want pizza.” she says while looking at her hands. “You have got to be joking Alessia.” you say slightly laughing at the blonde, but your girl should always get what she wants so you give in. “Alright we better get cooking then.” you say after a few seconds while pulling on her arm to guide her over to the cabinet with all the ingredients to make the pizza from scratch at 2:46 in the morning, but there is no where either of you would rather be in this moment. You take out the ingredients and she begins to make the dough, her arm muscles flexing as she kneaded it against the counter. You sat on the counter, your eyes glued to how her veins would pop out and how her muscles would flex with every movement. She felt your gaze on her, ear cheeks getting a pink dusting on them knowing that you were watching her.
After a few minutes of getting to admire the blonde she pulls you out of your trance asking you to get the tomato sauce, cheese and other toppings for the pizza from the fridge. You swiftly swing your legs around the island so you can hop off the other side right infront of the fridge and quickly take out the things you would need so you can get back to your favourite activity, admiring alessia russo. The items are left in front of her as you place yourself back onto the cool counter getting a front row view to your girl. She expertly puts the ingredients onto the dough that was in a perfect circle. After she put the pizza into the already preheated oven and then shifts her attention back to you, her pretty girl.
Her hands go to rest on the outside of your thighs as she pulls them to wrap around her. “Hey alexa play less’ italian playlist.” she says as she picks you up from the counter her hands slipping under your ass. ‘Amore mio’ by Frank Sark begins to play through the apartment. She moves you both around the kitchen dancing with you in her arms. Your chin goes to rest on her shoulder as your arms tighten around her neck. You place a gentle kiss behind her ear. Her arms begin to drop down placing your feet onto the tiles on the kitchen floor. She grabs one of your hands and spins you around taking in how you move to the music. After a few more minutes of dancing around the kitchen you both pull away smiling at eachother “i love dancing with you, my y/n.” she says while moving her body away from your grasp and going to grap the ingredients that were left on the counter. Due to her clumsy nature she ends up knocking over the bag of flour as she tried to pick it up with her hands already too full. It spills all over the counter she is stood frozen before your beautiful laugh takes over the room pulling her away from the dread of having to clean all of that up. “Oh my god alessia! You are so fucking clumsy!” you say between laughs while holding your stomach. She huffs back at you putting the things in her hands into their correct places in the presses.
She turns around to find you still laughing at her. “Stop laughing baby!” she wines at you. “Sorry lessi.” you say amusement still extremely evident in your tone. “Ill help clean it up my love.” you say while moving past her by placing your hands on her hips. It was here you made a mistake, she quickly grabs a handful of the flour that was spread across the counter and throws it into your face. “ALESSIA!” You yell out at the girl who had a beaming smile on her face as she lets out a breathy laugh. You quickly grab your own hand of flour and throw it at her laughing loudly once she is covered in the white powder. This continues for another few minutes until the timer on the oven goes off leaving the both of you covered in the substance just looking at eachother. “PAUSE!” she yells holding up a finger at you as you held a handful of the flour. You just laugh at her throwing it back onto the counter. She takes the pizza out and puts it on a plate to cut up for the both of you to share. You both jump up onto the four covered surface and you get even dirtier. The both of you sit there eating the food that was prepared not long before and just talking about nothing and everything at the same time.
After the pizza is completed in its entirety, Alessia eating six slices while you ate two. Once you both were finished you put the plate into the dishwasher. You went back over to your girlfriend to place a kiss to her cheek while rubbing some of the flour off her face. “Should we shower?” you ask the girl while wrapping your arms around her and nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck. “i can’t be bothered, we need to change the bedsheets anyway if we just dust ourselves off a bit more it will be fine until morning.” she says the lack of sleep starting to take a toll on her. “Good, im so tired now.” You both slowly trudge up the stairs hand in hand while whispering sweet nothings to each other. You begin to remove your tshirt as you watch Alessia follow suit. Her eyes are glued to you as you get changed into one of her Manchester United hoodies with her name and number printed on the back of it. Every time she gets to see you wearing her name makes her feel extremely emotional about the future she gets to share hopefully with you. You both get under the covers and immediately placed yourselves in each others arms. She pulls you to lie on her, her arms go to rest around your waist as your head and hands rest on her chest. “Goodnight lessi. I love you so much my beautiful girl.” you whisper after a few minutes. “goodnight, pretty girl.” she whispers back to you. She feels your breathing even out after another few minutes and this allows her to finally drift off with the prettiest girl she had ever known laying in her arms.
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Marc helping you shower after you’ve been attacked
warnings: Not much, mentions of blood, reader being slightly in shock
this is unedited so im sorry for any spelling mistakes
Marc had found you curled up on the wet floor outside a corner shop with fresh bruises covering your face and ribs, a gash over your eyebrow and a bloody nose. He seethed with rage, demanding that you tell him who did this to you but when you weren’t responding only staring blankly ahead and shivering in the rain, thats when he realised it was not the time for being angry. You needed him.
He carried you in his arms back to the flat and gently sat you down on the bed so he could kneel down to meet your eyes “Baby…look at me” he whispered softly and you trembled as you turned to face him, he had to force himself not to become angry all over again when you winced just at the slightest movement. What could you have possibly done for someone to do this. His hand found yours and he held it as tenderly as he could stroking your reddened knuckles with his thumb “Come on, i’ll help you shower” you nodded and he helped you stand, leading you to the shower and sitting you down on the lid of the toilet. He smiled sadly at you and brought his hands up to craddle your face as he kissed your forehead, he shut his eyes to fight back the tears that welled in his eyes hearing you whimper in pain.
He didnt want to let go of you, the way you sunk into his touch and sighed in relief, the realisation that you were safe once again. You pulled back slightly giving him the sign he can let go and which he did but hesitantly, your eyes looked up to meet his for the first time since he brought you inside and it hurt you to see him so upset and genuinely afraid. As much as you wanted to caress his soft skin, you were in far too much pain for it.
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Once the water finally became lukewarm, Marc had gently taken off your clothes along with his and helped you inside the large glass box, his arms wrapped around you protectively when the water hit your sore skin causing you to flinch against him, his grip tightened and he placed his chin on your shoulder “it’s okay honey, im here its me do you wanna face me instead?” you nodded and turned around so the water was now running down your back along with his soft fingertips. You both stayed. like that for awhile, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders and the other around your waist so he was holding you securely against him, you had both of your arms under his biceps and your hands holding onto his back with your head resting on his shoulder.
You could feel yourself falling asleep at the feeling of him grabbing the soapy sponge and rubbing it against your back, washing away the blood. He made sure to keep you against him and avoid you noticing the blood, not that it helped because as soon as you looked down your eyes squinted and filled with tears at the orange tinted water running down your legs, your body shook slightly against Marc and he sighed “oh baby its okay..its okay dont cry” he held the sponge against the back of your neck and pulled away to look at you “you’re safe, i swear to you that nothing like this will happen again do you hear me?” he said with worried eyes and again you nodded your head “yeah” you replied shakily.
Marc began washing you again, this time rubbing the sponge down your arms and across your chest, kissing at the skin afterwards to reassure you. Once he got to your face he dropped the sponge and grabbed a cloth, rising it and bringing it to your cheeks and as gently as he possibly could he wiped away the blood across them, across your forehead, your eyebrows, your jaw, your chin and then your nose. Luckily you didnt flinch that much and he kissed the tip of your nose “good girl” he smiled “you’re so brave”. Your heart fluttered at his words and you actually smiled. “there she is” he laughed and you scoffed burying your head back into his chest, you felt the rumble of his chest but he was quick to cradle the back of your head nonetheless.
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He helped you rinse yourself off and wrapped you in a towel kissing your shoulder, trailing them up to your jaw then locking eyes with you “You are so beautiful my love” you felt your cheeks burn red and he smiled cheekily “lets get you into bed yeah?” he said softly and you nodded back at him.
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⎯⎯ ୨ Scars 2 ୧ ⎯⎯
ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄
ੈ♡˳ 0.6k words ┊ Fluff *ೃ༄
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FOR @au-starss <3333 i already have a fic titled scars and since i wanted to deliver this to u p fast, i couldn't think of something else HDGSHAJDSA,, also double upload 🥴 hope tumblr dont shadowban me.. you weren't specific what kinda scars so i kinda went with everything AHAHAHA, extra soft dottore? this is how i view my dottore btw... ;)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, basic dottore warnings, injuries, blood, kinda suggestive? if you read it that way but it's still v sfw nonetheless, dottore takes off ur shirt, makes out and that's it LOL, mentions of lots of scars and its v inclusive (sh, surgery, injuries, anything!)
There wasn't a day that Dottore didn't wish that not another wound would be inflicted on your body, especially deep ones that would leave scars on your skin.
He didn't think of them as unsightly blemishes of your body, heaven's no! Dottore worships them. They are part of you after all, and there isn't a detail of you that Dottore doesn't reveres, letting his hands roam all over your skin if you should ever allow him to. Not a single crevice left untouched, his fingers will trace all over your curves, and your scars will never be ignored.
You no longer question why there were times when Dottore would get down on his knees, parting your legs and position himself between them, then begin attaching his lips wherever he could whilst he slowly lifts your shirt up. He pours and pours his individual attention to your scars, starting from your abdomen, and takes his time to press tender kisses on the aching scars, trailing up toward your chest, then fully sliding off your bothersome shirt. His hands would travel all over your back, the sensation of his gloved fingers against your scars sending shivers up your spine.
Dottore relishes the pleased sighs that escape your lips as he continues onto your shoulders, then down onto your arm, his shower of kisses never ceasing even when he reached your wrists. The slight tremble of your hands didn't phase him, only encouraging him to give more of his love to your scars. And then finally, he would grace your lips with a piece of his attention, tilting his head to the side to deepen the passionate kiss. Dottore's hand would cradle the back of your head as you slowly laid back onto your bed, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him closer to you as he continued to ravish your lips. He will leave you breathless, weak, and desire more, eyes half-lidded as you gaze up at him.
Perhaps he did this because he felt guilty, after all. The longer you stayed with him, the more your scars began adding up. You fought for him, educating yourself on how to fight just so you could protect him with all your life. So back then, when he was expelled and often chased by people who were against him, you would get yourself hurt because of him, and your scars were a painful reminder of his selfishness; a time when he hadn't appreciated you as much as he does now.
Perhaps he wanted to give comfort to those scars that you had inflicted on yourself. Scars of battles you fought on your own, against the demons festering in your mind. He would always give them special attention when you allow him, his fingers kneading and tracing onto the scars that still ached with hurt and distress whenever your eyes lay on them. But if you hated seeing those scars, then Dottore could love them for you.
Perhaps Dottore wanted to ease the phantom pains you still experience on the scars he had given you, to save your life from certain death. He truly wished that they never left a mark on your body, but he knew that was impossible. Now, he would only glorify them, for those scars only gave you a sense of hope, and lead you to trust Dottore more. That if there was ever a time you needed his help, he would never turn you away, using his knowledge to save you, help you, protect you.
"Those days, huh?" You murmured softly into his ear, fingers raking through his hair as you pulled off his mask, his crimson eyes staring deeply into yours. Dottore didn't answer, but you could assume well enough that it was when he captured your lips back onto his once more.
Your scars, in Dottore's eyes, are just a part of your beautiful self. Details in a painting add more to the magnificence of the canvas. And he would kiss them all over again, each and every single one of them, if it meant giving you a semblance of comfort through the pain.
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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒉.𝟒 (𝑷.𝑺𝒉)
✧.*Summary ✧.*-Due to olden traditions, you’re sent off to be a sacrifice to an unseen beast on an island far from home. You’re not exactly the one to go down without a fight and you promise when you get yourself out of this situation, you’re going back for revenge.
After an encounter in the ocean and arriving on the island in question, you collect yourself and begin making preparations to get yourself off of this island.
All while being watched over by a pair of unfamiliar, narrowed emerald eyes.
✧.*Pairing ✧.*-Siren!Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader
✧.*Genres ✧.*-Angst, Romance, Smut, Action, Fantasy, Survival, Slight Horror Elements, Hurt/Comfort, Revenge, Siren AU, Monster AU, Enemies to Lovers
✧.*TWs ✧.*-Mentions of Death, Blood, Subtle Monster Transformations, Non-Descript Mentions of Eating People (I mean Seonghwa ain't human so it's not cannibalism but-)
✧.*Sws ✧.* - Hair pulling, Strength Kink, Size Difference, Food Play, Oral Fixations, Wet Dream, Cunnilingus, Blowjobs, Pussy Drunk Seonghwa, Monster Anatomy (Elongated tongue, Two Cocks, Knots-), Thigh Fucking, Titty Fucking, Grinding, Teasing, Fingering, Squirting, Cum Swallowing, Overstimulation, Virginity Loss, Depictions similar to Heats/Ruts, Double Penetration, Breeding, Knotting, Creampie, Mind Break (From Pleasure, everything is safe, sane, and enthusiastically consensual here)
✧.*Rating ✧.*- Explicit (18+)-Minors DNI
✧.*WC ✧.*-15.5k+ (help, my back hurts-)
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After that fateful day, everything regarding life on the island…shifted.
Seonghwa no longer appeared just in the corner of your vision. No, instead, he had been all but glued to your side, helping you with hunts and accompanying you as you traversed newer parts of the island.
It was nice. Having a companion at your side. Someone who would sit and listen to your stories about your parents, whom you missed dearly. Or an extra pair of hands to help you find the missing remains scattered about the island and lay your fallen sisters to rest properly.
Speaking of resting, after a bit of fumbling, he'd all but nominated himself to be your…mattress, essentially. Not a single night passed now without Seonghwa settling his large form down first, looking at you with those dazzling emerald eyes as he waited for you to (shyly) crawl beside him. Some nights, you sleep with your back to his broad chest, lulled to sleep by his singing as he held you close with a single arm.
Other nights, when bite of the night air is a bit chillier or while it rains just outside, Seonghwa nudged you on top of him, cocooning you in a blanket and then protectively wrapping both arms around you, rumbling every time you wiggled in his grasp until you force your fluttering heart to calm down and tuck your head in the crook of his neck.
He doesn't sing then, not until you're settled in and already dozing. Instead, he lets you shift to and fro, watching with half lidded eyes that shine in the dark with mirth.
"Have you finished fluttering, Little Bird?"
You flush and feel your ears heat up.
"You could help."
"I could. But it is cuter to watch you wriggle around. You make some interesting sounds."
You slap him half heartedly (it doesn't phase him) and huff, focusing on going to sleep after that.
It's only after you begin to doze off on your own that you hear those familiar notes, quietly pushing you into the realm of dreams as you feel every thrum and vibration rumble from his throat.
This truly was a dream…
Erm, anyway-
Seonghwa had been so kind as to use his magic to create clothes for himself…before promptly giving you his shirt to wear.
It was so large, it essentially was a dress, with the benefit of being fresh and clean (and smelling of Seonghwa). He didn't bat a lash as he produced a fresh shirt for you nearly daily (until you told him you could just wash the others, feeling bad about how much he'd been gifting you) Seonghwa usually ended up staying in the nude unless you both intended on going much deeper in the forest for the day.
Even then, he somehow ended up coming back to camp with you, pants mysteriously absent. Something about being more comfortable and feeling less restricted in "Landling Attire" and not seeing any need in wearing them if you already knew of his existence and weren't bothered by it.
Well, you were bothered by it, but probably not in the way he'd thought. The more time you spent with the seven foot behemoth of a man, the more you began to…realize some things.
Specifically with the dawning realization you definitely had an attraction to him.
At first, you'd held a small conference with yourself in your head. Had it just been residual emotions from him saving your life? Perhaps that was part of it, but it certainly wasn't all.
Your mind had already wandered way more than it ever had before with anyone else when you had those treacherous first 48 hours together. It continued to wander, tripping, falling, and rolling down a hill as you become hyper aware of certain…habits the SeaBorn man had.
Like the otherworldly show of strength he showed nabbing that sturgeon, or the way he had cleared the way for you sometimes by hefting up entire boulders, the veins in his arms, neck, and legs bulging from the challenge before letting out a rough snarl of a noise as he tossed it aside. The pleased, almost feline purr that would leave his lips when he was satisfied, accompanied with an occasional clicking resonating from deep in his chest that tickled your brain in a way you were wholly unused to.
Or, endearingly, the way he'd tilt his head, listening to you intently as you told quiet stories over your dinner campfire. His singing always put you at ease, and you quickly found it took no effort at all for you to fall asleep against his chest once he began to sing to you.
It was…oddly domestic and wholesome, though your thoughts weren't always the same.
Like today.
Seonghwa could pick you up without any effort, often doing so with one hand or arm, supporting your bottom as he'd lift you up to reach high fruit from trees you previously weren't able to reach without throwing fallen branches and rocks and hoping your aim was good enough to make them fall.
That's where you'd found yourself today. Perched on his shoulders, reaching up as you mumble under your breath. It would be easier if he just held you up, yes. His arm span was enough. But you were admittedly stubborn, and wanted to hold onto some sense of usefulness. Seonghwa was here but you couldn't expect him to do everything while you sit back and do nothing.
He merely grunted below you, feeling the weight of your hips on the back of his neck, humming as you huff.
"Do you wish to-"
"No, I got it!" You cut him off, threading your fingers through his hair without thinking, steadying yourself as you rise up to your knees. Your fingers brush just barely against the fruit, your knees digging into Seonghwa’s shoulder slightly as you lean more.
"Y/n. As much as I looooove having your knees on my shoulders, just let me hold you up."
You barely have the time to rebut his suggestion before you feel yourself slip and fall forward, head first.
You shriek, throwing your arms up to brace yourself for the ground.
You're stopped abruptly, dangling upside down as Seonghwa’s hand shot out to catch you, wrapping his fingers around your ankle.
Immediately, you feel a breeze, the fabric of his shirt dropping with gravity as he holds you.
Fire ignites in your veins as you lift your head, blushing all the way to your ears when you're met with his cock.
Your eyes are crossed as you stare, before a deep growl above you drew your gaze forward.
It's admittedly hard to see while upside down, but Seonghwa isn't looking at your face when you strain your neck to look at him.
A passing breeze reminds you of your…compromised position-and where his eyes were currently locked-and you bring your other leg in, closing them to the best of your ability.
That seems to snap Seonghwa out of his trance, his eyes-now…magenta?-focusing onto yours as he righted you and set you on your feet. You look up at him, completely flustered, but for once it's him who doesn't meet your gaze.
Instead, he reeled back, slamming his fist into the tree and holding his free hand out to catch the falling fruit. Once he did, he looked down at you finally, his eyes still half lidded and magenta as he offered his arm for you to climb into. You do so, perching back on his shoulders as he walks back to camp.
Neither of you speak during that stretch of time, though a huge part of you wants to know why his usual emerald eyes turned such a vibrant and deep shade of magenta.
You try to think back to when you'd ever seen his eyes change, and can only recall them doing so in moments of fury, bleeding into a bloody crimson.
Was…he angry at you? Was that it?
"Seonghwa?" You finally speak once you see the outline of your camp through the trees. He made a sound of acknowledgment in his throat and glanced at you, seemingly lost in thought. You worry your lip between your teeth.
"Uh, I'm sorry. If I hurt you with my knees or anything. I just like to do things myself and having everything handed to me just-"
"I am not injured. And I know you prefer your independence. Which is why I didn't say anything until you began to strain yourself."
You nod quietly, looking at his side profile.
"....are you angry at me?"
"Not in the slightest. Why? Your scent has changed again. What has made you anxious? Did I harm you when I caught you?" He finally turned to look at you, and you pressed your lips together, shaking your head.
"Your eyes changed color. I've only seen that when you're angry. They're not red but…"you trail off, looking down. He said you hadn't hurt him but his shoulder was permanently scarred from you, maybe it was still sensitive-
Your thoughts halt and stall as he placed a finger under your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze.
"I can assure you, it's not anger I'm feeling at the moment."
"....what are you feeling, then?" You inquire. He hummed, deep and melodic as he set you down and leaned into your ear.
"Probably the same thing you're feeling that's making your scent so sweet."
Your eyes widen slightly as words fail you completely, watching as Seonghwa turned his attention to the fruit he'd knocked out of the tree, sniffing quietly. You flushed, staring at him as you gripped the end of his shirt you were wearing.
He'd been mentioning that since you met him. Your scent. He seemed to be able to detect even minute changes in your mood because of it and you feel realization dawn on you exactly what he meant by 'sweet smell'.
It's your own arousal.
There was a cracking sound that snapped you abruptly from the conference you'd been having with yourself, and your head whirled around to the noise, watching as Seonghwa held one of the hard-shelled fruits in his giant palm, squeezing and cracking it clean in half effortlessly. Carefully, he sniffed the inside before a pleased grin tugged at his lips, fangs flashing. You watch as he pulled one half away from the other, tilting his head back to eat directly from the split fruit.
Juices dribbled down his chin and neck as he messily ate, a low purr rolling out of his throat. Milky, white, and fragrant. You could see a sliver of his tongue, much longer than any human or beast you'd encountered in your own life, curling and coaxing more of the fruit out.
Goodness, the sounds-
Truly, you need to think back and recall when exactly you obtained such a perverted mind.
"It's safe to eat."
You jolt, eyes snapping upwards. His eyes are fixed on you as he lowered the second half of the fruit, the same tongue he'd just used to clear out the inside of the fruit rolling over his lips as he waited for you to take it.
"O-oh. Uh. Thank you."
You reach and take it from him, clearing your throat as you pluck pieces of the inside out, the juices sweet and fragrant as you raise the fruit to your lips.
Seonghwa smiled and sat beside you, one arm resting on his knee as the other grabbed another fruit. A familiar crack startled you for a moment before you saw him eating out of the corner of your vision. Clear, sticky droplets chased one another down the side of his lips, past the curve of his Adam's apple, and disappearing further down his chest.
'Stop staring, Y/n.' You tell yourself
You do not, in fact, stop. Instead, you pause completely, lips slightly parted as a band of tension builds in your stomach. You don't voice it, but your brain is aflame with chatter regarding the SeaBorn and your mind is invaded with thoughts of licking his chest and neck clean, chasing the droplets in reverse all the way up to his lips-
You must have made a sound of some sort, instantly pink eyes are fixed on you.
Seonghwa doesn't say a word, leaning into your space, the sweet smell from his natural scent and the fruit making you dizzy.
"You haven't eaten much. Is it unappetizing? I can always fish instead for you." He offered. You shake your head, coughing and looking away.
"N-no, sorry, my head is just in the clouds."
He doesn't move from his spot, humming as he took the fruit from your hands. You only have enough time to utter a hurried 'hey!' before he dug the flesh of the fruit out with his claws before he held it to your lips, waiting.
You reach, his eyes narrow and he pulls away slightly. You don't have to repeat the motion to know what he's trying to do.
"If you're not going to eat because you're distracted, I'll just feed you. Don't bite your tongue. Or me."
You feel a wave of embarrassment laced with excitement as you open your mouth, eyes fixed on Seonghwa’s as he guided the first piece past your lips.
It was a good fruit. Great, even. But every single move you made in these moments was laced with a tension you'd never felt before.
"Do you like it?" He inquired, pausing before giving you another.
"Yes," you respond, leaving your mouth open afterwards, welcoming more.
It seems you weren't the only one who'd had a dirty mind today. Seonghwa’s eyes drifted to your lips, a low, vibrating hum rumbling from his chest as he fed you another piece.
"Good," he breathed out airily, thumb idly rolling over your lips, smearing the fruit juice across your bottom lip. "I don't want to do anything you don't like."
You know full well this isn't about the fruit anymore. You lick your lips when he pulled his hand away, heart thundering in your chest.
"I would tell you." You mutter. He hummed, eyes half-lidded as he looked back into your eyes.
"And I would cease. Immediately."
You bite your lip and watch him bring the last of the fruit forward. You grab his wrist, holding him still as you eat from his fingers, kissing his fingertips gently before your tongue flicked out, lapping up juices from his palm up to his middle finger.
"I know you'd stop. I trust you."
More patches of scales appeared in an instant, peachy pink as a loud purr reverberated through his chest. He stared at his fingers when you pulled back before bringing them directly to his lips, tongue curling over his middle finger where you'd just lapped up.
You shudder, subtly rubbing your thighs together as Seonghwa stared at you through his lashes.
You'll always be smaller than him but under that gaze, you felt like a divine being up in the clouds had laid eyes on you.
Seonghwa finished and rumbled, standing to toss the husks of the fruit into the lake for the bottom feeders to hide inside and shelter from larger predators. Eventually, it would break down and become sustenance for those in the lake. You follow the line of his body as he moved, and feel punched in the chest when you find he's definitely aroused.
“You’re staring a lot more than usual today.” He teased, lips pulling up into a smirk as he waded into the water, effectively hiding himself from you before he dove in, his massive tail appearing moments later, slapping the surface of the water and sending droplets flying upwards.
It left a beautiful rainbow as he disappeared below the surface.
The water of the lake was pleasant and clear, and you could see the outline of his large body as he swam deeper.
Soon, you couldn't see that much.
"Because my mind is racing." You huff, staring at the surface of the water.
You weren't ignorant of your own body. Hardly so. You just…didn't know how to go about it.
Or if you should.
Seonghwa wasn't human. Would something like sex between the two of you even work?
You're reminded, with a flush to your cheeks, that he has two dicks, apparently.
Though, you had only seen one.
You hum and lay back, closing your eyes and exhaling gently. He had the same basic shape as a human, though his size may prove to be…a challenge.
Seriously, why had you only seen one?
"Maybe it's tucked away internally like some other animals do?" You muse to yourself. There's a splash somewhere in the lake and you jolt upright, thinking he'd heard.
Instead, you find him showboating, diving deep and launching his body several feet out of the water, flinging droplets of water every which way before making a colossal splash in the center of the lake. Thankfully, his choice of location spared you the trouble of having to dry yourself off.
You watch him swim and flip in the lake, your palm resting on your chin.
Perverted thoughts and musings aside, this still felt…right. Whatever this was.
You lay back down, finding yourself dozing under the afternoon sun.
Your brain hadn't been quite done tormenting you, however.
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In your dream, there wasn't nearly the same amount of agonizing fanfare when it came to your desires. As soon as you're mind focused, you find your hand tangled in Seonghwa’s silky locks, with his head buried between your thighs.
You're rutting against his mouth, eyes fluttering as that oh-so-long tongue curls and curves inside of you. The sound is intoxicating, and you realize your imagination has taken the sight of Seonghwa eating-messily,at that-and ran with it, down to the noise rolling around in your mind.
"Look at me. Don't close your eyes."
With a shiver, you look down, staring back at peachy pink colored eyes. Your lips part as you hurriedly whisper his name, cooing like a mantra as your hips twitch and jolt every which way.
He groans and drags you to your climax, holding onto your hips so you don't squirm away, tongue flicking and curling until he was sure he'd licked you clean.
It leaves you spent, your chest rising and falling erratically as he leaned up to meet your lips, rumbling against them.
"Just lie back. I'll take care of the rest." He purred, running the tips of his claws down your abdomen, just enough to make the goosebumps rise on your skin.
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When you jolt awake, you make a sound you don't recognize, and out of your peripheral, you see a shadow pause.
Seonghwa looked down at you, holding two massive tree trunks under his arms as he met your wide, unfocused gaze.
"Are you alright?"
You nod, sitting up. You're embarrassed to find a telltale ache between your legs and your heart still trying to escape from your chest.
Seonghwa stared at you even longer, still, before sitting across from you, watching you for a prolonged pause before he seemed to drop it, setting one of the trunks down beside him. The other one rested in his lap, and he took a moment, eyeing it from different angles before humming.
"What are you doing?" You inquire, standing-albeit a bit on wobbly legs-and walking over to him.
"Firewood." Is all he says before he dug his claws into one end of the tree.
It's there, you notice, roots.
"Seonghwa…? Did you uproot a tree?"
He looked at you before nodding.
"Yes. It's more efficient this way than to slowly hack away at branches, no?" He inquired, promptly tearing the trunk in half with a growl and one hard motion.
You flinch a bit at the sudden loud and splintering noise, and he paused, looking at you.
"Could you stand back, my Little Bird? I don't want any pieces flying and harming you."
My Little Bird.
You feel the heat rise to your face as you move a ways away from him. He looked over his shoulder, nodding when you’d moved a good enough distance. The sound of him grunting and growling filled the air once more and you decide to wander around while he does that, trying to clear your mind.
It wasn't like there was anything to deny when it came to your feelings in this matter. Seonghwa was a devilishly attractive being and you clearly felt yourself being drawn into him.
Even without his powers.
He’d explained them to you one evening. The power of his voice. It could easily bend and break one’s mind. Leave them a mere feeble shell of themselves as he did whatever he pleased.
And all he ever seemed to use those enchanting notes for was easing your mind during moments of distress, when the nightmares of your past experiences made sweat break out on your skin and when the claws of panic drag their nails down every corner of your mind.
His voice melted those things away, a hummed lullaby at times, an orchestra of one during others.
You startle as you feel your toes brush against something cold and wet and as you bring yourself free of your thoughts, you find you’ve walked to a hidden waterfall you found a few days back.
-“Seonghwa! Seonghwa, look! I found a waterfall!” You’d been so excited to tell him, looking down at the crystal clear water. It was well hidden, with green surrounding it on most sides in the shape of a crescent, and a decently sized spring.
Seonghwa had looked around, nose tilted up as he sniffed for any signs of danger. When he found there were none, he relaxed, smiling at you.
“Would you like to go inside? Have you been near a waterfall this close before?” He inquired, taking your hand and walking towards the water.
You considered taking your clothes off before getting in, but felt a familiar shyness creep into your being that lead to you just getting in as you were, gasping as Seonghwa tugged you under the water’s surface.
He held his hands near your head, the water spinning and swirling until it formed a bubble, and he simply smiled, fangs flashing as you take a hesitant breath of surprise.
“I would never let you drown.” He chuckled, and you shudder, holding onto him regardless. Seonghwa didn’t tease you, simply holding your hand and swimming with you, his tail a beautiful glittering fan in the clear water.-
You shake yourself out of yet another daydream and begin to take your clothes off, wading into the water. The sun hadn’t yet set, so you weren’t worried about not being able to find your way home afterward.
The ache between your legs reminded you of your ever wandering mind and you huff, sitting on a smooth rock. You worry your lip between your teeth, looking down.
Seonghwa hadn’t followed you this time, it should be fine.
You reach between your legs, surprised at just how wet you’d gotten from your dream. It was almost embarrassing, the dream didn’t even last long.
Of course, it wasn’t just that though, was it?
You sigh and close your eyes, rolling your fingers over your clit, letting your head tilt back as the tiny sparks ran up and down your spine. Your free hand finds its way to your chest, caressing and squeezing.
How would his hands feel on your body instead?
That one thought alone made a whimper slip from your lips, your mind yearning for Seonghwa’s touch as you feel your fingers covered in your own fluids the more you rubbed yourself.
“S-Seonghwa-” You sigh his name, your back arching as you recall the way he stared at you when he caught you, his eyes trained on your pussy, both they and his scales that beautiful pink color.
He wanted you, probably just as much as you wanted him. His body all but broadcasted it.
Hell, look at you, yours did just as much as his, at this point.
You slip your fingers into yourself after teasing them against it for an agonizingly long stretch of time, mewling as you spread your legs wider.
Your voice is but a whisper over the sound of the rushing waterfall just a few feet away, and without a second thought, you let your moans freefall, calling out Seonghwa’s name the longer you pleasured yourself.
It was aggravating, your fingers felt good, but they weren’t enough. Your mind had ingrained its own version of pleasure inside of your head and one, two, even three fingers weren’t enough to satisfy the hunger and need that had settled in.
“Seonghwa! Seonghwaa!” You whimper, frustrated beyond comprehension.
“My. Is this where you snuck off to?”
You freeze, the only thing you hear for the longest time is rushing water and your erratic heartbeat. Your eyes open slowly, and you sit up, finding Seonghwa standing a few yards from you, arms crossed.
You don't say a word as he slowly drug his gaze up your body, from your toes all the way to the top of your head, his scales a deeper shade of pink before his eyes-also pink-locked onto your face.
“You called my name, so I came running, thinking you were in trouble. It seems I was wrong.”
You don’t break your gaze with him, but the burn in your chest reminded you that you actually needed to breathe.
“Seonghwa…”You pant pathetically, and had your head been clearer, you may have been embarrassed. Instead, you reach for him, brows pulled up.
He cleared the space between you in an instant, dwarfing you with his sheer size as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist.
“You poor girl. I’ve never seen this look on your face before. How can I help?”
You blush. Your mouth flounders for longer than you’d like it to. He chuckled and tilted your chin up, leaning into your space.
“How about we start with a kiss?”
Your eyes drift down to his lips and you nod, pulling your fingers free from yourself and blushing as Seonghwa leaned in, kissing you. He held your chin between his fingers, his claws lightly pressing against your skin, but not breaking as you melt against him.
He’s…surprisingly soft. His lips are plush and you realize-again-that you’ve forgotten to breathe again until you feel him lap at your bottom lip. You bring your hands up, cupping his face as you deepen the kiss.
Seonghwa growled, the sound reverberating and vibrating through his chest loud enough for you to feel it in your own. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he hungrily kissed you, pushing you back until he was completely on top of you, his palms splayed out on the rock at either side of your head.
You feel yourself ache as you kiss him, reminded of the length of his tongue as he leads the kiss, exploring and mapping out every part of your mouth. The feeling is bordering on overwhelming as you part your lips wider, panting and gasping as spittle ran down the corner of your lips.
Seonghwa broke the kiss, looking down at your dominant hand.
It's then, you realize, you’ve smeared your juices along the skin of his cheek and chin when you held him, and a sense of mortification settled in your body.
“O-Oh, I’m so sorry-”
Seonghwa’s tongue lulled out of his mouth, long enough to lap at his cheek before doing the same to his chin. You stare at him, heart hammering in your chest as his pupils dilate, staring dead into your eyes.
“Seonghwa?”
He grabbed your hand, dragging his tongue along your fingers, groaning as he did so, the pink of his eyes and scales darkening even more as he breathed sharply through his nose.
“So this is how you taste? Its…intoxicating.” He growled, letting your fingers go after a few moments of him sensually licking and sucking them clean. You blush and think back to the fruit, to your dreams, and his…interesting reaction.
“Do you want to taste more?” You whisper, still having trouble finding your voice. He heard you, regardless, looking down at you before his eyes trailed lower. Your gaze followed, biting your lip as you saw his cock, hard and drooling along your stomach.
Still, just the one.
You are hell bent on seeing the second one.
Seonghwa moved lower, grabbing both of your knees and holding them apart, eyes focused on the glistening juices clinging to you. You almost close your legs instinctively, but a simple flex of his fingers reinforced that you wouldn’t be able to do so easily.
Good, you didn’t actually want to.
You let out a soft exhale as Seonghwa drug his tongue over your clit, a deep rumble leaving his lips as he tasted more of you. He curled his tongue over the bud, settling himself between your legs and purring as he suckled on it. The sparks from before paled in comparison to the lightning trailing up and down your spine, your hands flying to tangle themselves in the blonde’s hair.
Seonghwa didn’t budge, panting against your core as he drug the tip of his tongue lower, moving his elongated tongue along your clit and between your folds. He perked when you let out a gasp, the tip of his tongue dipping into you for the briefest of moments.
He slowly looked back up at you, holding your gaze as he smiled against your lower lips. Your heart squeezed and you subtly spread your legs wider, biting your lip when you feel his fingers tighten for a moment, expecting you to try and close them again.
When you don’t he took the silent invitation for what it was, delving his tongue into you and groaning once he did.
Seonghwa’s hands move from your knees to your thighs, claws slightly digging into the soft skin there as he worked his tongue in and out of you.
Your grip in his hair tightened and you gasp as you rock your hips back and forth, working yourself shamelessly on his tongue. Seonghwa didn’t mind, in fact, he’d been surprisingly quiet since he’d gotten between your legs. You shyly glance down, biting your lip as you see him eagerly bobbing his head, his lips and undoubtedly his chin covered in your precum.
“S-Seonghwa!” You cry out, he only growled in response, pressing his nose against your pelvis as he thrust his tongue deeper. He seemed to be intoxicated, squeezing your thighs tighter.
You feel droplets roll down them, and at first, you assume it’s sweat. It wasn’t until the dazed and lustful look in Seonghwa’s face is replaced with a sobered look, his eyes snapping over to your thigh. You whine, frustrated, and follow his gaze.
His claws had dug into your thighs, drawing ribbons of blood.
You hardly felt any pain from the pricks, but Seonghwa immediately pulled away from your pussy, moving to drag his tongue up your thigh, suckling and kissing his way up until he reached where he had drawn blood, laving them with licks and kisses.
You smile, gently caressing his head before you push him away from your thigh. Seonghwa looked at you with a curious expression in his hooded eyes.
“I’m fine. I didn’t even notice. You felt so good…”You trail off before gasping sharply as he kissed your clit.
“Then I’ll continue.”
You bite your knuckle as he once again pushed his tongue into you, holding you by your ass and keeping you flush against his lips, with your thighs over his shoulders.
“D-Don’t you-ah-! Don’t you want me to…ngh oh fu-fuck right there-”Your thought process derailed as Seonghwa’s tongue brushed against a tight bundle of nerves deep inside of you.
Goodness, if his tongue could go that deep, just how deep could his cocks go?
The thought, combined with the sensations of Seonghwa hungrily eating you out was enough to push you over the edge of your pleasure, and you feel yourself unravel in his arms moments later after trying-and failing-to rush out a hurried warning to him.
He felt you clench around his tongue, still thrusting and curling it regardless, but you can see his pupils dilate even more the moment your orgasm actually settles on his palette.
He squeezed your ass tight, a deep growl ripping from his throat as he kept going, trying to urge more of your cum out. You feel your eyes flutter closed, hips twitching both towards his mouth, and away.
“More, Y/n, darling I want more. You’re…mmm...you taste so good.”
The sound is absolutely filthy as he messily alternated between thrusting his tongue deep inside of you, and pulling his tongue out to focus on your clit.
You close your thighs around his head, rocking and bucking forward as you feel another orgasm fast approaching. Every part of your body feels like it's electrified one moment and on fire the next.
“My…nnn, my body, Seonghwa-” You mewl, kneading and groping your chest. Seonghwa looked up, smiling drunkenly as he licked his lips.
“SeaBorn saliva has aphrodisiac properties it makes it easier for our partners to take both of our cocks during sex. Does this feel good, Y/n?” He rubbed his thumb over your clit, resting his chin on your stomach as you jolt and twitch.
Both….
“I wanna…nnn I wanna see it.” You moan, bucking. Seonghwa looked at you before he removed your thighs from his shoulders and sat up, licking the taste of your precum off of his thumb.
You can see his cock standing proud, thick and long, but still unable to stand straight against his abdomen from the weight of it. Seonghwa watched you with a dark, pleased gaze, a melodious clicking leaving his chest as he stood to his full height.
Like this, after you sit up, you’re eye level with his cock.
There’s a sweet aroma coming from him, and you lean forward to kiss the tip of his cock, confirming that the sweet smell is from his cock as a bead of precum rolled out against your lips. Seonghwa seemed to consider putting his hands on your head like you had done to him, but he resisted, squaring his shoulders and letting you lick and grab him at your own pace.
He didn’t want to hurt you.
The action was endearing, and you sent him a smile as you stroked him, licking and kissing his cock. Your eyes trail up, and you notice just above his sizable length, there's a vertical slit in his skin, weeping more of the sweet smelling liquid, though it was an interesting color.
A creamy and glittering pastel pink fluid dribbled out of the slit, and you found yourself staring as it shimmered in the moonlight at certain angles, you could see flecks of blue and silver in the milky fluid.
Oh, it was already night time? How long had you two been going at it?
You bring your hand up, rubbing your fingers between the fold, and immediately Seonghwa’s hips jerk, his eyes wide.
You stare up at him before you sit up straighter, pushing your fingers past the leaking slit. Seonghwa let out a sound that was a blend of a growl and a whimper as your fingers brush against something.
“So that’s where you’ve been hiding it.” You murmur, proud of yourself as you tease the area until he groaned, his second cock unsheathed from the messy slit.
It wasn’t identical to the first, with this one being longer, veins throbbing along the sides of it as it sat coated in the same pretty fluid that had revealed its location in the first place. There were several interesting barb-like protrusions just beneath the crown of his cock and the further down you inspected, you can see he was certainly thicker at the base of it.
Seonghwa opened his mouth to comment on you staring, but all that left his lips was a half roar as you leaned forward to take the head of his second cock in your mouth, sitting up on your knees to press the first between your breasts to make sure both got attention.
You quickly find out why this one was hidden as you roll your tongue over the barbs (they’re thankfully quite soft, though you can imagine the way they’ll feel rubbing inside of someone-) and watch him buck and shudder, mouth falling open.
This one was more sensitive than the other.
Much more sensitive.
You smile and work both of his cocks at different paces, aching between your legs as you listen to him groan and growl above you, each note sending a chill down your spine. You rub your body along the cock between your breasts, using your least dominant hand to keep it flush against your skin while the other thumbed the base of Seonghwa’s upper one.
You held his gaze as you slowly slid more of it into your mouth, careful of your teeth as you did so. You can hear the pleased clicking rumble through Seonghwa’s chest as he caressed your cheek, fighting back the urge to kick his hips up and fuck your throat. You appreciate the courtesy, and begin to hum around his length, drool running down your chin.
It's messy, uncoordinated, and borderline primal, the feeling you’ve been feeling all night. Any of the embarrassment you had before was long gone the moment he kissed you earlier and now all that remained was a searing need for more.
You wanted to feel his touch everywhere. His lips against your skin, his claws dragging down and leaving crimson ribbons in their wake for him to chase away with his tongue moments later. The addicting sensation of his tongue curling and twisting inside of you, stroking deeper than your fingers ever could.
And this taste, the sweet, pastel liquid dribbling from his cock that left you greedily sliding deeper, wanting more, needing more.
Your mind thrums in desire as you imagine him sliding between your legs, sinking deep inside you and anchoring you with a firm grip on your thighs.
“Y…n…” Seonghwa grit out, fingers digging into his own thighs, fighting with himself still to not pull your hair. You see gold trail down his thigh and whine in protest, reaching up to lace your fingers through his, squeezing his massive hand with the hand that was on the cock in your mouth.
Seonghwa looked like he wouldn’t be able to take much more, chest rising and falling harshly as his lip curled up, fang bared and fingers flexing. You feel tears bead in the corners of your eyes, your jaw aching as you bob your head, dragging your tongue over the barbs every time you pull your head back.
When he finally came undone, it’s like watching an explosion of color. Patches of scales are apparent on different parts of his body, glittering and shimmering. Even his lids and the corners of his eyes hold a pink shimmer of adoration as he groaned, eyes rolling back, tongue rolling over his lips as a long, pleased groan tumbled out of his chest.
Heat flooded into your mouth, thick and sweet, absolutely intoxicating, and you take care not to waste a single drop.
Well, of the one in your mouth. You can’t do much about the cum rolling between your breasts, splashes of it reaching all the way up to your collar as Seonghwa’s hips kick up and buck.
Once he’s come down from the pleasure, he gently pulled himself from your mouth, petting you as you look up, tired and in a daze. He leaned down, fingers rubbing between your legs before scooping up some of his own cum, mixing them as he pushed his fingers past your lips. You moan and happily curl your tongue around the digits, holding his gaze and tilting your head back for a kiss when he removed them from your mouth moments later.
He waded back in the water as he kissed you, pulling you along and supporting your jelly legs immediately with his tail, happy that the shift between his legs and the tail took but a moment or two between.
He swam on his back, gently washing you as he looked upon you with a tender, pink eyed gaze.
“You look exhausted. Go on, rest. I will make sure I get you back to camp safely.”
You smile softly, kissing his pectoral, right over where you could hear his strong heartbeat. It's that same steady beating that took you by the hand and guided you into the realm of sleep, drifting off in his arms.
Seonghwa smiled and brushed his fingers over your cheek, blinking when he noticed a patch of platinum scales that had formed over the round skin of your cheekbone.
“Oh, my. I didn’t think it would happen this soon.” He mused, wrapping his arms around you protectively. As you nestled into his chest, he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his lips.
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When you awake, you feel like your body is heavy. Warmth envelopes you and you cannot move anything below your shoulders.
Your eyes snap open and shoot downwards before you relax in an instant.
Seonghwa is sleeping, his head nestled on your chest as he laid between your legs, breathing evenly.
You smile softly, gently petting his head. He didn't budge, though you can hear telltale pleased clicking and purrs coming from him.
You admire him in this moment of quiet, caressing his ears, his cheeks, and his jaw. He pressed his face into your hands and opened his eyes minutes later, rumbling.
"Hello."
You smile as that gravelly voice finally rumbled into your ear.
"Hello, handsome."
He hummed, turning to kiss your palm. You smile and still your hands, just…taking him in.
"Your thighs have healed. I made sure." He yawned, slowly sitting up. You lament the loss of his warmth and the oddly comforting feel of his weight on yours, and instead tilt your head.
"Made sure?" You inquire, looking down to confirm there were no punctures in your thigh. There were none and an impressed sound left your lips. You truly didn't mind that much, honestly.
In a way, the slight sparks of pain were only flooded over by an even bigger wave of excitement and pleasure.
"I licked them until the wounds closed."
You blink. Seonghwa is stretching sore limbs beside you, the occasional dense pop confirming time wasn't standing still.
"Your magic does that too?"
He looked down at you.
"Only on other beings. It doesn't work on myself. This is why I needed to return to the water before for my own mortal wounds."
You think back. Seonghwa had definitely licked you before. A small flicker against your neck here, a drag against your hand there. Every time, you'd been too flustered to realize you'd even sustained any injuries in the first place, much more focused on the large SeaBorn licking you.
Seonghwa noticed your blush and smiled, cupping your chin.
"I'd like to take you somewhere today."
You tilt your head and blink a bit before nodding.
"Where are we going?"
"To meet some friends of mine. I have to ask them a few questions."
You perk. He hadn't mentioned any friends quite yet, and you looked down at yourself, suddenly worried about your appearance.
Seonghwa noticed and kissed the top of your head.
"Don't worry." He picked you up and you look down, finding an elegant flowing dress covering your body. It was an ombre of your favorite colors, light and breathable. As you shift slightly, you feel the familiar weight of your father’s knife once again returned to your thigh.
“You dressed me?” You inquire, looking at Seonghwa as he carried you through the treeline. Emerald eyes drifted down to meet yours before he nodded.
“I didn’t know if you’d catch a ‘cold’ or not from being naked through the night, especially after being in the water. Landlings and their lack of constitution can be rather concerning.”
You let out a small exhale and put your head on his collar.
“It’s hard to catch a cold when you have a massive SeaBorn sleeping on top of you.” You shoot back with no fire in your voice. Seonghwa tutted and looked forward.
“...I wanted to be close to you.” His voice came out quietly a few moments later. You raise your head, looking at him as best you could with the angle. He doesn’t meet your gaze this time, but you can see the telltale shimmer of pink in some of his scales.
“I always sleep beside you.”
“Closer.”
“Sometimes, there’s no space between us, Seonghwa. It’s rather warm and cozy, too.” You add, making sure he knew you didn’t mind the closeness. He lifted his chin a bit higher.
“....Closer.”
“Any closer and you’ll be inside of me, Hwa.”
You expected another sassy comeback, instead, Seonghwa glanced down at you, the edges of the emerald in his eyes tinged pink.
Oh.
You blush and break eye contact first, looking away. When you do, you realize he’d walked you to the beach. You look around curiously.
“By the way, where are your friends? I’ve never seen them and I was pretty sure we’d been up and down this place and I haven’t seen another…uh…person at all.” You mutter. Seonghwa hummed and chuckled, pointing to the water.
“You won’t find them on this island. I don’t know if everyone will be available, but Hongjoong is. Ocean knows he has nothing better to do.”
As if on a cue, a huge wave crashed into both of you, drenching you both in water. You shriek and cling to Seonghwa and he hardly seemed phased, lips quirking in one of his signature smirks.
“See? Nothing better to do. Come, just hold onto me. You can hold on tightly, I guarantee you won’t hurt me.” He told you, setting you down before he walked out into the water, diving in once he was deep enough. You follow close behind, diving in once you felt the telltale dip in the shelf of sand below your toes.
Seonghwa looked back at you, raising a clawed hand, golden and shimmering in the water. He took your hand and laced your fingers together with his, kissing your hand before he made a swirling motion around your head.
Like before, the water bent to his will, a bubble of air appearing over your head. You exhale and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging him as he held both of your wrists securely with one of his hands, beginning his decent into the depths.
You look around in wonder, smiling as you see fish you never would have seen up near the surface. Your grip on Seonghwa tightened as some kind of shark swam in your direction, but the siren hardly batted a lash, watching with half lidded eyes as the shark meandered past both of you.
“Woah…”You murmur, relaxing once the threat had passed.
Below you, lights begin to catch your vision and you find that more interesting than the sealife above you.
There, formed from coral, are buildings. Rows upon rows of homes. You can see some of them swim past you as Seonghwa brings you into this village under the sea.
You get a few glances, some of the smaller seaborn with more aquatic features looking at you with wide eyes.
“The guppies, they’re interested in you.”
You blush and wave at the ‘guppies’, watching as they chirped and swam away behind an older SeaBorn woman. She looked at you with a curious gaze before seemingly locking onto your cheek and then smiling fondly, waving back at you.
There was a series of clicks that sounded through the water, but you frown, feeling like she was trying to communicate to you. Seonghwa looked in her direction and clicked back, his tail flowing elegantly as he slowed down.
“She’s complimenting you and welcoming you.” He translated, continuing on. You smile and wave at her again as he left the area.
“Seonghwa?”
“Mmm?”
“How did you learn to speak my language? Correct me if I’m wrong but it looks like you SeaBorn have your own language completely…how did you learn?”
“Eating humans.”
You blink. Seonghwa rubbed his thumb over your knuckles as he held onto you.
“Those who threaten the water of my homeland, those who get a little too close to this place while being uninvited, they must be dispatched. It may not align with what you may consider ‘humanity’, but that’s how it always has been. You protect your home with tooth and claw, no matter how far you go, you protect your home waters.” He explained, albeit a bit hesitantly, as if you would see him differently.
You hum.
He wasn’t ever a ‘human’, so it would be ridiculous to apply one’s sense of ‘humanity’ to him.
To be honest, Seonghwa had behaved with more decency and humanity in your short time together than any of those horrid men who threw you out to sea to die would ever achieve in their entire lifetimes.
“Are you afraid of me?” Seonghwa inquired, still rubbing your knuckles. You shook your head, instead hugging him tighter.
“No. Not at all. I just wish I knew what it felt like to have a home worth protecting.” You muse.
You cannot see the way Seonghwa’s eyes widen in surprise before he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your wrists, holding you securely as he sped up, swimming to the biggest building in the sea village.
When he swims past the door frame, you both are suddenly swirling in a black and white whirlpool. You let out a startled shout as you cling to him, closing your eyes. Seonghwa didn’t seem too concerned.
“What was that about having ‘nothing better to do?’” An unfamiliar voice comes from the swirling water and Seonghwa rolled his eyes.
“You’re doing a terrible job at refuting my point.”
“I remember you being a bit more fun than this. Whatever.”
The water stilled in an instant, and in its wake was a peculiar SeaBorn man. He had been smaller than Seonghwa in size, with a fin protruding from the back of his thick black and white tail. While not as shimmery and eye catching as Seonghwa’s, it certainly looked like it could do major damage if one were to be struck with it.
His hair was an interesting blue color, and you can see his eyes, which appeared to be pitch black at first, were a deep brown as he got close to your face to inspect you.
You don’t flinch away, looking back unafraid. Seonghwa wouldn’t let anything happen to you.
“Mmm. I see. Your scents are already beginning to lace together. Is that why you’re here, my dear friend?” He inquired, looking over at Seonghwa. He nodded, sending a look over his shoulder at you. You’re have no idea what that means, so you only blink back at him before looking at his friend.
He smiled, his fangs just as sharp as Seonghwa’s. He extended a hand to you and chuckled.
“My name is Hongjoong. Thank you for taking such good care of my big angelfish right here.”
“I’m older than you.”
“And yet, who ended up being declared the leader?”
The two bickered and you watch them go back and forth, a smile spreading further across your lips. Honestly, they sound a bit like you and Seonghwa when you bicker amongst yourselves, too.
“My name is Y/n.” You introduce yourself, taking Hongjoong’s hand. He shook your firmly, careful not to harm you as he swum around the two of you with his hands behind his head.
“Pardon us, Y/n.” Hongjoong excused himself as he swam up to Seonghwa’s face, righting himself so he could speak to him. You could no longer understand them anymore, blinking owlishly as they conversed with a series of clicks and melodic sounds.
You’d of course, only heard Seonghwa sing, but now with Hongjoong beside them, and both of them conversing in their own beautiful way, you find yourself entranced at how well the melodies and notes bounce off one another.
Were all of Seonghwa’s friends SeaBorns? Now you’re curious how a group full of the beautiful race sounded as they conversed with one another.
As your mind wandered, Hongjoong smiled in interest.
“*+:｡.｡So, you’re courting a Landling. I never thought I’d see the day. Not with THE proud Park Seonghwa~ You left home with such a chip on your shoulder promising you never would, I almost took you seriously.｡.｡:+*”
“*+:｡.｡I swear I will go to Yunho instead if you’re going to be of no help.｡.｡:+”*
Hongjoong cocked a brow and swam around the two of you on his back once again, humming.
“*+:｡.｡Oh, please do. I’d love to see a SeaBorn learn how to court from a MoonChild. I’m sure it’ll go swimmingly.｡.｡:+*”
Seonghwa huffed before casting a glance at you. You still hardly noticed, taking in the beautiful interior of the room. Hongjoong watched him before he smiled and once again righted himself.
“*+:｡.｡What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tease you at least a little bit? I’ll tell you everything, stay here a sec. If you want this to work, you need a bit more than saliva and our precum to prepare her for what’s to come. After all, if you truly want to go through with this, she’s going to have to toss away that pesky humanity of hers.｡.｡:+*” Hongjoong made a face, tail swishing below him.
“*+:｡.｡If there’s anything I hate, it's watching my loved ones wither away when it’s completely avoidable. Anyway, stay here. ｡.｡:+*”
You look up as Hongjoong swam away, tilting your head curiously. You pull yourself closer to Seonghwa, cheek brushing against his.
“Are you alright?” You inquire. Seonghwa nodded and turned his head, kissing you gently. You smile and melt against him, kneading his shoulders.
“Here we go~ You do know how to use this, right?” Hongjoong inquired, coming back to you and smiling as you inspect his hands. There was an hour-glass shaped bottle in his palm, a shifting golden liquid inside of it as he passed it along to Seonghwa.
“I do. I know. Thank you.” Seonghwa smiled and you look at him curiously. Hongjoong smiled and swam around you once more before settling in front. He seemed to enjoy doing that.
“*+:｡.｡And Seonghwa? Make sure to trim your damn claws. You’ll tear the poor girl up if you try prepping her as you are.｡.｡:+*” Hongjoong added. Seonghwa flushed and cleared his throat.
“We should head back. I don’t want the water pressure to start getting to Y/n.” He muttered, looking over his shoulder at you. You smile softly and squeeze closer. Your dress flowed along your legs, mimicking one of the tails of the SeaBorns. You wanted to tell him you were fine, but a yawn came from your lips instead.
Oh. Maybe you have gotten a bit drowsy…
Hongjoong made a motion with his hand, coal black claws pointing towards the door.
“Go on. And next time don’t take forever to come back home. If I didn’t hear you talking shit towards the ocean, I wouldn’t know if you’re dead or alive up there.”
Seonghwa took a look at you over his shoulder and smiled softly.
“*+:｡.｡I will be back sooner, I swear. Besides, SOMEONE has to look after our guppies if we have any.｡.｡:+*”
Hongjoong’s lip curled in faux disgust.
“Nevermind, don’t come back, call San or Yeosang.”
Seonghwa laughed as he began to ascend to the surface, holding the bottle of…whatever it was Hongjoong gave him tight in his other hand. He never let your hands go this entire time, a pleasant warmth settled in them despite the cool water. You kiss the corner of his jaw, feeling yourself dozing.
What an interesting thought. Falling asleep in water.
How…absurd….
Seonghwa heard you yawn once more, glancing over to find you completely asleep. He looked upon you with a tender gaze, swimming around to wrap his arms under your legs and arms, carrying you up to the surface quickly.
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Seonghwa let you sleep without disturbing you, though when you awoke, you found yourself back in camp, a fresh dress on as the one you were wearing earlier blew in the wind, drying. You rub your eye, looking around and finding Seonghwa sitting near the river, grumbling as he washed something off. You mumble something incoherent as you come to, and he looked over his shoulder, his eyes their normal green.
"Oh, good. You're awake. I got some things for you." He rumbled, though he stayed seated near the water's edge, still cleaning.
You roll to your feet, walking over to him and taking a peek, blinking as he inspected several beautiful stones.
You blink, watching as he held one up to the sun to see the color it made as the light hit it. He grinned and finally held his hand out to you, placing them in your palm.
"This is peridot, this is amethyst, and this is grandidierite. This one is incredibly rare. I've had this since I was born."
You stare at the last stone, a beautiful greenish blue, in shock and immediately go to hand it back to him.
"It's valuable and probably sentimental to you, I can't possibly keep it-"
"My mother gave it to my father when they were courting. Then she gave it to me when I became of age. Now I'm giving it to you."
You stare at him. Your mouth flounders for a second before you look at the stone.
"Seonghwa…are you courting me right now?"
He arched a brow and hummed, turning his tail back into his legs, a hard-to-read expression on his face. You bite your inner lip and will yourself to keep your eyes above his collar this time.
This was a serious conversation, you didn’t need your mind wandering again.
"I have been since I found you. You don't have to accept them if you don't want to. Here," He extended his hand, waiting for you to give the stones back. Instead, you close your hand around them and hold them close to your bosom. Seonghwa arched a brow at you, a curious rumble leaving his chest.
"You can't just tell me these are a courting gift and then immediately ask for it back." You find yourself answering his unasked question. He let out a small hum before smiling and leaning close.
"Okay then, I won't. Tell me, Little Bird, what is your favorite color? Next, I'll look for stones of that kind."
You look at the gemstones in your hand and reach to touch his face with your free one, gently rubbing circles along his cheekbone. He seemed taken aback, though he didn't move from your grip, pink scales appearing once more, his eyes shifting again to that color from earlier, though it was definitely a few shades lighter.
He's flustered.
Despite the lack of tension in his body and his expression remaining curious, you're sure now this was probably the equivalent to him blushing.
"This is my favorite color. This pretty shade of pink. Can I see more of it?" You try your hand at your own flirtations, leaning up and pressing your lips to his cheek.
Seonghwa’s hands twitch at his sides as he looked down at you, pupils dilated slightly.
"Pink stone. Got it."
"No, not pink stones. Just you."
You can feel heat under his scales as he pressed his head closer into your palm, eyes half lidded.
"Just me."
You smile, setting the stones in your lap and holding his face with both hands as you run your thumbs over the curve of his cheeks.
He let you touch him without moving a muscle. Your fingers mapping out both soft skin and scales along with the strong line of his jaw, a smile coming to your face.
He really was the most gorgeous creature you'd ever encountered in your life.
"Y/n." You perk at his voice and lift your head.
"Yes?"
He began to sing, a beautiful symphony composed of one. He was the conductor and the orchestra, every rise and fall of his voice absolutely mesmerizing.
You also notice, his voice is clearer than it usually is, bold tones and immaculate whispers, each note blending into the one that came just before it. He held your gaze, and you can tell this wasn’t an enchantment.
No drifting off, no cloudy daze, your vision-and mind-remained crystalline as you watched him sing, his large hands placed over yours to keep you touching his cheeks.
Once he finished, the melody carried off with the wind, and he gazed down at you, not saying a word.
You may very well be going crazy, but that felt a confession of love.
Seonghwa rubbed your knuckles and smiled softly.
“I’d like to be yours, and for you to be mine.”
You feel your thoughts grind to a halt as you look at him. Seonghwa waited, not moving an inch as he held your gaze.
For a while, there’s nothing. And then, you feel tears roll down your cheek.
“Y/n?!” He startled. You throw your arms around him and hug him tight. He wrapped his arms around you, smiling softly as he nuzzled your head.
“Don’t cry so suddenly like that, you had me worried.” He murmured, kissing your temple. You turn your head to kiss him and once again, his eyes drift to your cheek.
What’s wrong? You keep looking at my cheek. Do I have a cut or something?” You inquire, reaching up to touch it. He opened his mouth to say something, but your fingers make contact before he can and you feel the smooth expanse of something unfamiliar to your own body.
Scales.
You flatten your fingertips against your cheek, lips parted as you caress the tiny patch. Your eyes drift back to Seonghwa’s and he coughed ever so slightly, looking down.
“I wasn’t aware it would happen when we…well, did everything last night, but it seems the more you and I are together intimately the…less…human you will be.”
You stare at him. His scales are pink as he avoided your gaze, coughing quietly. You touch your cheek again, trying to process his words slowly.
“Was it because of that pretty pastel stuff that came out of you?” You inquire. Seonghwa’s cheeks went bright red as he snapped his head back to look at you.
“Don’t call it ‘stuff’! That makes it sound weird!”
You look at him and smile, cupping his cheeks.
“You don’t get flustered like this so easy compared to me, but when you do, it’s adorable. You coo. Seonghwa huffed, though he didn’t pull out of your hands.
“Do not tease me. I’ve never-ugh. I just want to make sure you don’t regret this. The more we do this, the less you will be a ‘human’ and I….I don’t want you to hate me later for something like that. If we stop now, the scales will disappear in a week or so…” He’d offered the solution, but he clearly didn’t want to, and the smile training at your lips grew wider.
“Seonghwa, are you a virgin?”
Seonghwa nearly threw himself back, an offended, flushed look adorning his face as he gaped at you. You don’t say another word, his response was more than telling.
“I-What does it matter?” He narrowed his pink eyes at you and you push at his chest, happy you didn’t have to apply any more force and he got the hint, laying himself down. You crawl up his body, cupping his cheeks, a surge of confidence in your body.
“It doesn’t really matter. You won’t be for much longer.” You promise with a sweet kiss to his lips. Seonghwa let out a groan beneath you, holding your ass while you press yourself against his chest.
You lace your fingers in his hair, tugging firmly and smiling at the growl that trickled past his lips, teeth bared as you press kisses down his jaw and throat.
You can feel him hard against your thigh, and you hum, pushing your smaller body down and maneuvering until you could trap his cock between your thighs. He shuddered, his grip on your waist tightening as you rock your hips back and forth, leaving bites and kisses down his chest, running your fingers up and down his side to make him shudder.
“Y/n-”He growled out your name, the tone making excitement thrum in your veins as you clench your thighs together tighter. You can feel moisture against your navel as you rock your hips, and moments later, it’s followed by a deliciously sweet scent.
You decide to tease him, quickening your movements. He rewards you by grabbing your hips, grunting and rutting hard and fast against you. You moan, palms flat against his chest as you feel him push between your folds, thrusting the length of his cock between them. Your clit rubbed against every inch and you find yourself clawing at him without thinking, thighs shaking as you feel him thick and pulsing against you.
“Turn around. I want to taste you again.” He ordered, all traces of his flustered stammering gone. He looked at you with a hunger in his eyes that made you ache, and you make haste in turning for him, raising your hips high for him.
Two massive hands come down on the globes of your ass cheeks, drawing a sharp gasp and cry from you before Seonghwa is dragging you closer to his face, panting the moment he caught your scent, snatching your dress up and over your ass. You gasp and nearly jolt off as he goes right for your clit, had it not been for his firm grip on your ass.
He let out a warning growl of protest, silently demanding to be able to enjoy his meal, and you feel a blush and the rise of a challenge hit you.
No matter how much he enjoyed eating you, certainly you couldn’t just sit back and let him remain neglected.
You curse your short stature, unable to get as firm of a grip on his cock as you had before, but once again, the pheromones and delectable tasting fluid running from the slit in his skin reminded you of your compromise.
Seonghwa all but snarled against you, hips twitching as you lean down and press a kiss to the fold of skin, mirroring his actions between your own legs. You can feel him throbbing just beyond it, but you decide to continue teasing, spreading the skin with your fingers and delving your tongue in deeper, the pheromones nearly dizzying as your tongue finds the slit of his cock.
“Y/n~” He practically sang against your pussy, his face already soaked as he greedily licked and ate you out. You grind your hips down, spreading your thighs apart wider as you repeat the motion, pushing your tongue in as deep as you can go, curling and twisting along his walls before curling your tongue along the barbs of his cock.
You flick with a ‘come hither’ motion, the dizzying scent of his pheromones making you clench and unclench on his tongue as you coaxed his cock out of it’s sheath, a purr leaving your lips as it slapped against your cheek, smearing essence against your skin.
You stare at his cock, shaking your hips for him as you lick him from base to tip.
The thought of losing whatever abstract form of humanity you had didn’t bother you as much as you’d imagine it would for most people. You’d seen the worst of humanity already, if tossing it aside meant you could stay here, entangled with your beloved, so be it.
You grab Seonghwa’s impressive length with your dominant hand, clawing at his inner thigh with the other as you try to see if you can get it further down your throat.
Seonghwa groaned, the sound coming out like a mixture of a whimper and a growl as you bobbed your head, tears slipping down your cheek from the strain.
You flatten your tongue along the base, bouncing enthusiastically as Seonghwa raised and dropped your hips, thrusting his tongue deep inside in a way that made you crave something bigger.
You touch your throat, shaking when you find he’s gotten it bulged from the size of it, and that realization is what pushed you over, clawing at his thigh and squeezing his cock at the base as you cum shakily.
Its more overwhelming than the first two from yesterday, and you realize, in embarrassment, that you’d squirted, looking back and finding Seonghwa’s face covered in your juices.
He stared up in a daze, panting as if he’d fought off a thousand sea beasts, tongue dragging along his lips and face, his scales deepening in color as his cock twitched in your hand, thick pearls of essence rolling from one and creamy cum from the second.
His eyes drifted back to your trembling pussy and it took you lifting your hips-ignoring the near feral growl the motion ripped from his throat-for him to focus on your face. You crawl back up to him, kissing him messily. Seonghwa’s pouting ended as quickly as it began once you kissed him, and you smile into it as you feel his big hands trail up and down your spine, squeezing, kneading, massaging.
Along your throat, more scales appear. Seonghwa brushed his fingers along them and you break the kiss to mirror him, feeling it yourself. He kissed down to your jugular, keening deep in his chest, clicking.
“*+:｡.｡ o…utiful….all….m….ne｡.｡:+*”
You stare at him, lips parted. You’re starting to understand the clicks and tones.
A sense of joy overflowed your senses and you throw your arms around him, kissing him feverishly as you press your hips down, dragging your core over one of his aching cocks.
Seonghwa groaned as you held his face, muttering incoherently, both in your native tongue and in his own, though you could only understand bits and pieces of the latter.
It seemed this part of the courting process had been going better than expected.
“More…I still want more.” He rumbled, eyes dark as he looked down at you. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose before moving to your hut, settling on your hands and knees and raising your hips up high.
“Can you get off like this? Rutting against me? I don’t think I can take even one of your cocks like this, let alone both…”You trail, ignoring the traitorous dribble of cum that fell from your pussy to the ground below at the thought. Seonghwa had wasted no time, grabbing your hips and pushing both of his cocks between your thighs, eyeing the way his girth kept your folds spread, your juices mixing with your own saliva and both his essence and precum as he thrust forward.
Each thrust of his hips made your thighs and ass jiggle from the contact, and you bury your head in the crook of your arm, moaning as you push down on both of his cocks as best you could with your free hand, making them rut against one another and keeping them flush against you.
Seonghwa growled your name, his tempo getting erratic and uncoordinated the longer he went until you finally feel him grip your hips tight, leaving finger-shaped marks along your skin as he finally unraveled behind you, making a mess of your hand and pussy as he came.
Your thighs shake as a smaller orgasm rolls through you, your body slumping forward as you try and force air back into your lungs. Seonghwa kissed up your thighs (stopping to take a sneaky lick of the mess you and he had made of your cunt), continuing past your ass, the small, yet deep dimples at the small of your back, along the groove of your spine, and stopping at the top of your head, holding your trembling body close to his firm one.
You turn your head to kiss him, tongue tangling with his as you purr from the taste of both of you lingering on your tongues. Seonghwa stayed close to you, eyes closing as he enjoyed the kiss.
When you finally part, Seonghwa smiled and nuzzled your neck, gently nibbling along the scales.
“I love you” He whispered.
You feel your heart stop and you look up. Seonghwa doesn’t look away from you and you smile, stealing a kiss.
“I love….I love you too.” You reciprocate, nestling yourself in his arms. Seonghwa rolled you onto your side, holding you close and keening.
“Rest. I’ll clean you up.”
You yawn and let yourself go, a carefree smile on your face.
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The next two weeks of courting had been….exhausting in the best kind of way.
If you thought Seonghwa had been attached to you before, he certainly was glued on firmly, following you faithfully and bringing in extra rations of food and gemstones.
You had no idea where he kept getting these shiny rocks from, but by now you’d gotten an impressive collection, and had even turned some of them into jewelry with the help of a kit that had not-so-subtly washed to shore one morning full of bands, chains, and various other tools that could be used to turn your stones into much more.
You’d have to thank a certain orca SeaBorn later.
Seonghwa’s favorite place had been between your legs, with most of your mornings starting with him kissing you awake, those soft lips trailing down your body until he could hold you flush against his lips and ruin you, not stopping until you were trembling and in tears from the overstimulation.
Then, with a dazed smile (and a messy abdomen from cumming on himself), he’d kiss you tenderly, gently massaging your body free of any aches and pains before actually starting your day.
The night usually ended the same way, regardless.
Aside from that, Seonghwa had began the process of the SeaBorn courting process, washing you with some fragrant mixture he had made himself. He’d take care, making sure to wash you from head to toe, his claws one of his hands filed down to smooth, rounded tips.
You find out the reason why when he set you in his lap during one of your nightly bathings, groping and kneading your chest as his filed fingers rub your clit. Your breath hitched as you felt him slowly work his fingers in, licking and biting at your throat and shoulder as he worked you open, ignoring his own hardness pressed against your ass. He purred praises to you as you clench and squirm, and growled warnings, threatening to stop when the pleasure nearly made you close your thighs at other times.
You were going insane.
Looking between your legs, you can see your cum running between his fingers. How many times had it been today alone? Three? Four?
You arch, your sternum covered in beautiful scales as you feel your mind buzz in pleasure.
It was so good, so addicting.
But it was all just an appetizer. You wanted more.
Seonghwa set his chin on your shoulder, watching as you messily squirt the fifth overstimulated orgasm into his palm, smiling from ear to ear as you whimper his name along with tiny declarations of love. As he looked down on you, he can see your eyes, tinged pink with love just like the way his were for you.
With one final push, you two would be fully intertwined.
Seonghwa held you tight that night, promising to let you rest until the next crescent moon.
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Just as the tides are controlled by the phases of the moon, those born within the ocean are also at the mercy of it.
The moment the sun set on this particular day, you feel something in you shift. Your skin felt…cold. Uncomfortably so.
Seonghwa is always warm.
You look around. He had gone out to grab more firewood. You’d heard a tree being downed not too long ago.
Not good enough. Where is he? It’s cold. Your mate is always warm, he can fix it.
You open your mouth, and without a thought, you begin to sing.
“✧˖*°࿐~♪”
Not too far off from camp, Seonghwa stopped short, eyes wide. The sound of a melody, brand new, yet familiar to him made every nerve in his body spark. He snapped his head to the left, singing back.
“✧˖*°࿐~♪” You continue to sing, swaying left and right. You can hear him, singing back to you, the notes weaving together in harmony.
You’re picked up ceremoniously as you sing, and you look down at Seonghwa, smiling as you cup his cheeks. His eyes are that lovely pink, his pupils a beautiful gold color. You smiled, bending down to kiss him.
“You sang to me.” He muttered against your lips. You feel your body warming, welcoming him in as your heart thrums in your chest.
“And you came.” You keen, nibbling his lip playfully. Seonghwa grabbed your chin, lifting it slowly as he rumbled, clicking deep in his chest.
“Will you be mine?” He rumbled, waiting before he made any further moves. You press your cheek to his palm.
“I already decided to be yours long ago. Don’t hold back.” You whisper. Seonghwa immediately laid you down on your back, plush pillows conjured from magic propping your head up. He made sure one was under your hips, towering over you as he bit the cork off of the curious bottle Hongjoong had given him before. You look at it before glancing up at Seonghwa.
“This will help me prepare you. If it’s too much, let me know, we can take it slower.”
You let your legs fall open, watching as he coated his fingers in the slick, honeyed fluid. It smelled sweet, but not nearly as sweet as his own essence. You didn’t complain, however, mewling as you feel him push his fingers inside of you.
Immediately, your mind is abuzz.
His tongue always felt hot, he’d explained his aphrodisiac properties before, but this was…a whole different beast.
You grab his wrist, not to push or pull, but to ground yourself as you feel him pumping two of his deliciously long fingers in and out of you. Seonghwa studied your face, licking his lips at the flush that adorned your cheeks and leaning down into your ear.
“I feel you, quivering in anticipation.” He growled, his voice lower than his usual speaking tone, though it still bounced around your head like a rubber ball.
“Clenching, unclenching, making a mess of my fingers. Begging for more. Can you call to me? Can you say my name?” He urged. You tilt your head back, panting as you reach to hold your legs open, giving him all the space and access he needs.
“Seonghwa~”
“Louder. Again. Call to me.”
He curled his fingers, pressing the golden aphrodisiac right against your sweet spot. Fire and electricity explode throughout your being, and you cry out, arching and grabbing his wrist tighter, your nails digging fruitlessly into his skin.
“Seonghwa!”
He groaned, focusing that spot deep inside of you as he kissed down your neck to your collar, leaving love bites in his wake.
“I never told you but…mmm…this is how I was able to find you. How I can always be there…when you call my name…I hear a chime. Distinct, strong, elegant. There’s no other sound in the world like it. No matter where you are, if you call my name, I’ll come running…or I suppose swimming, too. Its my second favorite sound in the world.” He chuckled, adding his third finger inside, stretching and curling them. You clench and whimper, making a mess of his fingers as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
“W-what’s the f-first-ah! Right there nnn-” You cry out, clawing down his back. He chuckled against the skin of your breast, tongue curling over your areola before he took your nipple between his lips.
“The sound of your pussy gushing on my tongue and your moans right before you cum for me. Its a tie.” He answered honestly, looking up into your eyes, unshaken by his own confession. You whimper and pull his hair, yanking him up into a needy and wanton kiss.
“More…Seonghwa please, I need-mmm more than your fingers-” You whine, feeling his cock throbbing against your core. Both of you look down, finding his tip angry and flushed pink, now leaking the same essence as the one usually hidden from view.
Are these the effects of the crescent moon for a courting SeaBorn?
You reach and grab his cock, pumping it in your small hand and smiling up at him as he inhaled sharply through his fangs. You kiss him, again and again until he took the hint an parted his lips, letting you slide your tongue in while you teased both of you by rubbing the crown of his cock along your folds, coating it in your precum.
“Hurry,” You exhale, breaking the kiss only when your lungs screamed for air. Seonghwa pulled his fingers free, licking and sucking them clean, the gold in his pupils deepening while he coated his cock in the aphrodisiac.
“I love you.” He whispered, pressing against your entrance. You feel the pressure, the weight against it, and it took every fiber of your being to not hook your leg around his hip and pull him flush inside.
Instead, you cup his face, rubbing your nose tenderly against his.
“I love you too.”
He repeated himself, whispering ‘I love yous’ amongst kisses that felt like blooms of electricity against your skin.
Just as you open your mouth to insist he hurry, he slowly pressed into you.
You clench despite yourself, and Seonghwa groaned above you, clawing into the blankets he’d made for you as he fought to rein in the primal instinct to claim you as quickly as possible.
The night was young, and no matter how much the pulses of the moon swayed him, he would not bend to his instincts.
On your end, your mind nearly blanked as you feel every inch of him stretch and fill you. You feel your breath coming in short puffs as you drag your nails down Seonghwa’s back, a broken song of desire tumbling from your lips as you feel his balls finally settle against your ass.
Seonghwa’s eyes are closed above you, his teeth gritted as he pulsed inside of you. You glance down, gushing as you see the telltale bulge in your stomach from the size of his cock.
And it's just one.
You pull yourself up for a kiss, distracting and grounding you both as you spasm around him, clenching and stretching to accommodate him. The aphrodisiac certainly helps, as you realize you weren’t taking as long to adjust to having him inside of you.
Seonghwa finally regained his senses, pulling his cock out only a quarter of the way before rocking his hips forward. The motion drew a pleased shout from you, your breasts bouncing from the force. He repeated a few times, panting and clawing at the dirt before he began to set a deep, hungered pace.
You moan and let your head fall back, feeling every shift and move of his cock inside of you. Seonghwa’s hand moved down, caressing your body sensually as he rumbled and panted above you, pressing your foreheads together.
He didn’t say a word, simply holding your gaze as he moaned for you. In this moment of intimacy, you feel a swell in your heart.
Seonghwa stopped instantly when he saw you crying in his arms. His brows pulled up and he cupped your face, wiping your cheeks.
Before he can ask you what’s wrong, you kiss his palm, tears slipping down your cheek.
“I’m just…overwhelmed. To go from being cast aside to die to this…having someone look at me like I’m their world…it’s a lot. I promise, I’m not in pain. I actually want you to go faster.” You coo, kissing it once more as you meet his eyes. Seonghwa studied your face for a while before he gently pulled out of you, anyway.
You frown and protest immediately, but Seonghwa simply rolled you onto your side, holding your thigh up as he straddled the other, guiding his cock back to your greedy hole and pushing in with less fanfare compared to the first time,
When he does, the air escaped your lungs once more, your back arching as Seonghwa held your ankle in one hand, keeping you spread wide for him as he rutted his cock deep inside of you.
“Seong! H-hwa!” You cry out, voice jerking with his thrusts, your lips parting as pathetic noises fall from your lips. Seonghwa kissed your ankle, trailing up to your thigh, biting the skin of it as he pounded into you, groaning.
“You feel so…grrrrnnn….so good… so tight for me.” He growled, sweat rolling down his skin. You bite down on your knuckle to stifle the moans falling from your lips, feeling the trickle of liquid from the force.
“Ah ah. Careful.” He tutted above you, leaning over slowly and making your body stretch with him, your eyes widening as you feel his heavy cock press deeper as he took your hand, dragging his tongue over the silver blood that had dribbled down them from your bite.
Silver.
Your eyes widen in joyful surprise as you watch him, realizing your blood had changed as you courted. Seonghwa suckled on your fingers, eyes flickering down to you, kissing you heatedly, reaching to rub your clit as he had you distracted.
You jolt and gasp, lips trembling as Seonghwa dropped your thigh, pulling out and rolling you with your back splayed out on the blanket once more. He held your thighs open, speeding up and growling sweet nothings to you as he watched your face closely.
You probably looked ruined, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth fell open, fangs protruding as you feel the sloppy mess between your legs, both you and Seonghwa chasing your orgasms. Liquid had undoubtedly ran between the two of you, soaking his balls and making the rhythmic ‘slap slap slap’ of it against your hips sound wet and somehow lewder as you clung to his arms.
“Right there, right there, yes yes Seong-” You throw your head back as he pressed into your sweet spot, hips angling just right once he did, speeding up so much he had to hold your hips to keep you from sliding from the force of his thrusts.
“Don’t hold it back, beautiful, I got you, I’m right here with you.” He gritted out through his fangs, eyes flicking back and forth between your face, the alluring bounce of your breasts, and the absolute mess between your legs where you both were joined.
You reach for him, seeking his presence as you tumble towards an orgasm that was undoubtedly more earth shattering than the first.
Seonghwa leaned down, kissing you until both of you were panting, keeping his head tucked in the crook of your neck, letting you tug and pull his hair for purchase as you clamp around his cock, cumming with a pleasured scream that pushed him over the edge alongside you.
The pleasure that washed over you made your mind go completely numb, your arms tightening around Seonghwa as you shook and felt a few smaller orgasms chase after the first. Heat flooded inside of you, cum, essence, and the golden aphrodisiac mixing and swirling deep inside you.
With your newly heightened senses, the scent of sex is dizzying.
You want more of it.
Your eyes drift down to Seonghwa’s second cock, thick and throbbing and already unsheathed from his first orgasm and arousal, drooling against your navel in a way all too familiar.
Seonghwa seemed to be one step ahead of you, sitting up and reaching for the bottle of the aphrodisiac. You nearly growl at him as he pulled out again, but he simply flipped you over, setting pillows under your hips. You blush at the position, feeling yourself leaking from your gaping entrance.
Seonghwa growled, unable to resist leaning down and chasing the beautiful fluid with his tongue before pushing into your cunt and delving in.
You gasp and arch higher, though Seonghwa stopped himself from eating you out this time in lieu of emptying the contents of the bottle on his cocks. You hear the sound, the slickness and raise your hips, shaking subtly.
“Patience. I’m trying to not absolutely ravage you.”
You narrow your gaze and spread your legs wider apart.
“Seonghwa if you don’t get on with it and breed me like I deserve-”
Oh my, now where did that come from?
Seonghwa’s eyes darken behind you, pushing one of his cocks back inside, drawing a moan of relief. You hardly have the time to taunt him into giving you even more before he’s guiding the second to your stuffed hole, slowly sliding in and stretching you much more than you expected.
Its almost embarrassing, the whorish and raw groan that the sensation pulled from your chest, your claws leaving shreds in the blanket and even the stone below you both.
Seonghwa held your hips, giving you time to adjust and stretch a bit, the aphrodisiac and his essence once again helping you loosen up. Its the roll of your own hips that spurn him to move, to finally give you what you’d been waiting for.
Once he finally does move, it’s a much different pace than before, each thrust hard and nearly feral as he held you close to his chest, rubbing your clit in quick circles as he swore and growled in your ear.
“Goodness look at you rrrnn…gush and squirt on my cocks. To think both of your mouths would be making a mess, drooling for me. I’m just as happy, darling.” He keened, reaching around to stick his fingers in your mouth. He let you suck and bite at them, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingers.
You feel your mind blurr into mush, your senses completely overtaken with pleasure and need. Your thighs shook and you could feel every inch of his girthy cocks pounding into you, sometimes with enough strength to completely knock the wind out of your lungs.
Your voice had broken, raw and needy as you beg him not to stop. Go faster, angle right there, keep going, don’t stop until both of you were spent.
Seonghwa pressed down on your stomach, and you cum abruptly when you can feel the bulge of his cocks in your stomach.
The larger man looked down at you, adoration swirling in his lustful eyes and with one motion, he hooked his arms behind yours, pulling up until you were on your knees, sitting you on his cock after picking your body up.
“Ngh!” You cry out, drooling as you feel his cocks settle inside, the last strand of control snapping in your mind as you focus on chasing pleasure for both him and you. Your body moves on its own, notes of love and lust bouncing around the straw walls of the hut as you shakily sing through your moans, letting him thrust up and fuck into your ruined body.
You eagerly clench, but with a delighted giggle, you find his cocks much too big for it to have the same effect, completely shaping you like him as he rose his voice to sing with you, every groan and praised word sending sparks flying up and down your spine.
When he finally came again, your mind blanked completely, your body locking up and tears streaming down your face as a blissed out smile stretched across your lips.
You find later that the peculiar base of his second cock is actually a knot, and it nearly made Seonghwa pass out himself as it pulsed inside of you, trapping all of his cum, essence, and the golden liquid deep inside of you along with his second cock.
He let you go, holding you so you didn’t fall forward face first as he shuddered, hips twitching ever so slightly. You were completely fucked out of your mind, trembling as you panted, trying to catch your breath.
Seonghwa kissed the top of your head, rubbing your hips as he willed his own to stop moving and be still.
He looked over your shoulder and smiled softly, kissing your head as he covered you protectively, locked into place behind you.
“*+:｡.｡I love you, so much, Y/n｡.｡:+*” He muttered. You squeeze his hand, the grip of sleep dragging you under its influence.
He certainly wasn’t expecting a tired series of clicks and coos in response.
“*+:｡.｡Love…you too…Seonghwa.｡.｡:+*”
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i have 2 other things ive been meaning to post but tadc sona comes first.. this is flicker!! theyre a jack in the box & theyre shipped with kinger bc im in love with him,, their ship name is kingspring :)
pili belongs to my buddy @kingsis !! also shoutout 2 them for helping with flickers design & name 🥺
also i have comms open teehee
ok allow me to recap the facts i had on main but in Sections
anatomy + box
she & her box arent very heavy + shes pretty small so she can be picked up & moved around easily
this also means she would be trapped inside if someone left a heavy enough object on the lid
she likes hopping out & stretching her legs but hates leaving her box unattended lest a certain rabbit decides to play any mean pranks...
the crank on the box only plays the classic pop goes the weasel song, it cant force her to spring out or anything. for the most part she likes to go along with it & pop out on cue tho :3
has more control over her tail spring i think... she can get used to a new limb being springy way better than her abdomen suddenly being a spring so she doesnt think to use it half the time
i think stretching with the spring would be physically tiring after a while anyway so theyd likely stand on their box if they rlly needed the extra height
it mostly ends up activating involuntarily, like flinching away or springing toward smth in excitement! when shes rlly happy she just pops up in joy :)
relationships
tries to avoid startling most ppl but will occasionally try to catch jax off-guard. swears up & down they dont do it on purpose but jax is getting suspicious
theyll hear kinger & get so excited they forget to be careful so they just POP! outta their box & startle everyone
ragatha is the most responsible so they leave their box with her if they plan to be out of it for a while. ragatha happily agrees since they have similar fears
if theyre inside the box, kinger will carry it around so jax cant get his hands on it. i think having smth to Hold & pay attention to & protect keeps him from spacing out as often
has resorted to just bonking jax with a cardboard tube she found when he says smth mean. shes very cautious abt when to bonk so she doesnt do it too often & make herself a target for retaliation
kinger likes all her bells bc it means he can hear her coming so hes less likely to be startled by her :) assuming hes paying attention enough to hear the bells..
the tradeoff is that she has to move very carefully around everyone else bc it annoys them even tho its not her fault shes so jingly :( some are sympathetic abt it & try to be understanding but sometimes its just Too Much
calls kinger names like my king, my lord, dear, darling, beloved
kinger calls her dear, my love, my beloved & refers to her as his jester (eg "has anyone seen my royal jester??")
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Dussekar is an enegmatic and strange character, shrouded in mystery
[LONG POST INCOMING] [[like its massive]]
1st off, tell me if he EVER, at all , ONCE actively helps you
Chapter 1, Otempes does most of it
Chapter 2, Wiscara tags alongside you to take her scissors back and beats up herbrother ro do so
Chapter 3 you just go with Otempes, but THIS is when you meet Dussekar
Chapter 4 is primarily a solo mission, with Wiscara telling you where to go
Chapter 5 everyone tags along, EXCEPT Dussekar (put a pin in that for me)
Chapter 6, Tucker (who does not need to help) convinces you to take a more active approach instead of waiting for a problem to occur and then solving it (see chapters 1, 2, and 4)
Chapter 7 Base cleph and Otempes solve this, you coming along because Claire told you too.
Chapter 8 EVERYONE gets involved
...yeah hes not the defenition of a "team player".
2nd, Dussekar is just some guy, just some guy that got what he wanted because of a likely meaningless task
3rd, he seems to be apathetic or blatantly NOT CARE about scriptliss despite saying that he does. (put a note about the "apathetic part")
(from chapter 4)
D: ...So you have no idea who released you?
S: N-no... I couldnt see behind me because my entire body was chained... I have no idea who cut the chains either
(Dussekar glances to the paper ball chained to scriptliss's ankle)
D: Hmm... well it seems they missed a chain. And the clamp is tightly secured. Does it hurt to walk?
S: N-n-no... *sniff*
D: Whats the matter?
S: It's just that *sniff* You knew i was chained up... Didnt you?
D: Well... not quite. I heard some rumors. I knew your general whereabouts, but i had no idea you were actually chained up...
D: Im sorry for not going to check up on you sooner. I figured that, wherever you were, you'd be fine on your own.
S: But *sniff* Thats how we lost 1x1x1x1 to the void, too. You assumed that he was safe enough on his own...
D: Hey, can we change the subject? The protagonist is right over there.
S: Oh, hi! Didn't see you over there, Protagonist. Were're just chill out here. Isn't that right Dussekar?
D: Absolutely frigid.
S: Hah! What a Dussekar. Always cracking jokes.
(Nice save)
D: (Shhhh. Put a lid on it.)
This shows us a lot about the characters. Dussekar knew about rumors, meaning he forgot or didnt care to check on Scriptliss, who was IN HIS. WASTEBASKET.
Scriptliss does actually bring this up in their conversation (see red text), instead of confronting this or apologising for it, he changes the subject, focusing on protag.
Once scriptliss notices this he seems a lot more extroverted and friendly from his demeanor not even 5 seconds ago. Most likely scriptliss does not want anyone to find out what happened in pr2 but he does bring up some very good points.
There was no reason Dussekar should not have been able to check in on Scriptliss. Hes immortal, Dussekars immortal, his wastebasket is RIGHT THERE.
(seriously buddy, you cant spend 5 minutes to attempt to reconcile with you only remaining friend? he seems very willing now)
4th
(i would rewrite lanter and dussekars entire conversation but thats like rewriting the bloody bee movie script)
L: ...Are you even listening to yourself? You sound more like a tyrant than the god who you vanquished centuries ago. Just because someone stole your precious little plaything doesn't mean you have to fight so hard to get it back
D: The plotbook isnt a "plaything" its the reality we live in.
L: You truly are no different then the ancient gods who fought to protect everything they ruled over. Have you ever considered that Antagon might just be repeating your own history?
D: well, if you disagree with his actions as much as you disagree with mine, Why dont you go stop him yourself?!
L: Thats not the point. The point is, You need to see your actions from a different perspective before you draw definitive conclusions on people
D: Im well aware of how my actions affect others. I don't need anyone reminding me what the consequences of my actions are. I know exactly what ive done.
L: Alright then. What are you finally gonna do when you finally catch antagon? Surely your not going to send him to banland, are you? Hes just a kid, you know. Until recently, hes been living with his mother. What are you going to do then?
D: ...........
L: Hes just a younger version of you. Are you going to lash out at him when you finally get the plot book back?
D: ..............
L: Well?
idk man dussekar definitely looked like he was considering it. Its bad for antagon because hes a CHILD but its worse for scriptliss because hes immortal. like c'mon dude this is greek mythology levels of punishment.
why did he not try to revive tretone or tess,
major L moment right there
TLDR:
Dussekar as a character seems to show that he does not care about his old friend and has no issues with sending anyone he disagrees with to infinity jail.
it gets better after apologising about screaming at antagon and talking to scriptliss though :thumbs_up:
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Childs Play - Modern AU
summary: honestly just a sh!tty little oneshot ab the gang watching a horror movie w reader lmao. couple hints to a relationship between Arthur & reader. could just be a friendship tho. I've never written an AU before so i really hope i keep everyone in character <3
(also ik the chucky movies arent scary like at all but the thought of john and sean arguing over who looks more like the scarred-faced ginger killer doll made me giggle)
"oi Marston, he's got a mug almost as ugly as yours!"
"me? im not the one with the unruly carrot top. thats the real horror here,"
Sean and John continue to joke and yell over the film, in a feeble attempt to act less scared, makes it hard to believe them when theyre both clutched to Lenny and Abigail like little kids on their first day of school. Sean had orignially been cowering behind Karen (though he swore he was protecting her from the totally fictional horror movie) until she had become fed up with his whining and slapped him upside the head. "ruining the goddamn movie with your muttering," she had mumbled, leaving poor young Lenny to comfort the redhead alone.
Her decision to seat herself on the (what she thought to be) more mature of the two couch groups, alongside yourself, Arthur, Molly, Dutch and Hosea, had proven to be the wrong choice - trading in dumb and dumbers crys and whines for Dutches painful, painful, old man movie talk
"So who sent the doll to the house then?"
"we dont know Dutch,"
"Now who's bowl has the poison in it?"
"we dont know Dutch, thats the point."
"Now that Husbands gonna get caught with the nanny, its obvious. such bad writing,"
"...oh...it was the wife,"
Molly has her head in her hand, finding herself envying the helpless dead victims from the movie, who dont have to listen to her partners consistent rambling. Hosea and Arthur have both grown accustomed to this by now, seemingly fully immersed in the film as if there were no distractions.
you feel an eager tap on your leg,
"hey y/n - is this the one with the crazy doll porn?"
you lean down from the couch to the floor where Javier is sat, with his body turned to you, but his eyes still fully focused on the film infront of him.
"no, no. thats 'seed of chucky' this is 'curse of chucky',"
a mix of both disappointed mutters a sighs of relief come from the floor group, comprising of Javier, Charles, Sean (who has now been quite literally kicked off the couch by Lenny), Trelawney, and Uncle.
There were a total of six 'groups' during VDL gang movie nights. the two couch groups - comprised of those who could, and those who couldn't behave. the floor group, the dining table group - which was mostly just Mary-Beth gushing over the romantic undertones of every film, Ms Grimshaw, Pearson and Strauss - drinking red wine in the kitchen and chatting shit, and finally Micah - who is usually kicked out of the living room, to make sure that he wasn't "getting any ideas", as Arthur would put it.
By this point, everyone who wasn't talking or scared shitless was slowly falling asleep, Abigail somehow snoozing through Johns constant complaints. Arthurs eyes were lidded shut, his head leaning back. you nudge him every few minutes,
"yknow you can go rest - dont have to sit through this shitshow with the rest of us,"
"no, no, I'm just restin' my eyes is all," he'd swear.
"can't quite leave you to watch this scary picture all by yourself now can i?"
You couldn't help but chuckle at his old-man excuse for having his eyes closed, rolling your eyes at him, you accept his answer. You both know you aren't the type to get scared by a cheap slasher flick, but you were endeared by his supposed reasoning.
The film was coming to an end now and even Dutch had quietened down now, an arm around molly and his face plastered with a triumphant grin - he had successfully guessed the ending to the film, like he so often did. There was popcorn scattered over the floor (and mostly in Charles' hair) from Seans failed attempt at starting a food fight.
John had gotten over his fears (lectured by Abigail during the snack break about how getting scared of a Doll would set a bad example for Jack) he was now totally hyping up the film, muttering Chuckys one-liners under his breath and laughing to himself over it.
Charles inched toward the DVD player, case in hand as he dejected the disc that was playing.
"Are we putting on the next one?"
no. you were absolutely not.
A/N: i didnt know how to end this. honestly this is mostly just self indulgence bc i desperately miss watching horror movies w big groups of people </3. might make a part 2?
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COMFORT ITEMS THE CHARACTERS HAVE
And have always had. Not mc giving it to them. (It is sweet but also not rn)
Lucifer- his enchanted fountain pen. It never runs out of ink, and always stays in his inner jacket pocket. After Mammon tried to steal it once, Lucifer was lowkey devastated and couldnt focus on his work. When he got it back, he also enchanted it to return to his pocket if it was left untouched by him for 20 minutes.
Mammon - his jacket. Yes, he's a model and tries new things on but it has to have the potential to go with his jacket...which gets a little more difficult the older the jacket gets. But until he finds a jacket that makes him feel as happy and safe as that one, it is how it is.
Levi - a ruri-chan keychain. Not a special edition or anything, because he holds it a lot and doesnt want anything to happen to it. The colour has faded a few times but he repaints it. He often links it to his belt loop and pulls his sweater down over it so nobody can see, but he can still fidget with it. He also has a blanket he uses while hes gaming.
Satan - he has a small cat stuffy from when he was a baby (Mammons first sewing project) that he keeps under his pillow. Its not something he carries around with him but helps him relax by the end of the day to know at least it will be there for him no matter what.
Asmo - their water bottle. He likes the rubber thing that keeps the lid attatched to the bottle and swings it when he walks. Yeah he could hold his own in a fight but its more fun to swing a metal bottle at someones head. Has like...6 more of them at home. Decorated the outside of it himself in stickers, paint, etc.
Beel - has a cow plushie that reminds him of Belphie. He keeps it with him anytime its possible. Yes, it moos when he squeezes it.
Belphie - obviously he has his pillow, but when he cant lug that around he has a small bottle of never empty lavender oil.
Diavolo - his late mothers brooch. He keeps it pinned on him whenever possible, or carefully placed in a box in his bedroom, in a locked compartment, which he Barbatos always hold the key for. It makes him feel more connected to her, thus more confident when hes made to speak to other nobels.
Barb - another pair of white gloves. He has never stained his gloves, but likes to know he has the safety net of another pair in case anything happens.
Mephistopheles - his boots. You cannot tell me this man does not have killer cowboy boots he wears ALL the time.
Simeon - a white feather, from Lucifer before he fell. He keeps it well hidden and taken care of, often writing with it on his desk as a source of inspiration.
Luke - his bag. He takes it with him everywhere and is fiercely protective of it. He likes to keep his cookbook and other recipes he has yet to write into it stored there.
Raphael - his spear is a given, but also a small cloth he uses to polish the head throughout the day. Taking it away is a death sentence.
Solomon - he has a little spinny gadget he attatches to his belt. Idk where he got it from. I dont think he remembers where its from. But he enjoys spinning it. It serves no function.
Thirteen - she loves her scythe, but its a cool rock. She was lonely for a very long time, ok? She found a very shiny rock with quartz in it, and she keeps it in her pocket. She sometimes talks to it when she needs to vent.
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#v talks#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me beel#obey me belphie#obey me mephistopheles#obey me diavolo#obey me barb#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me raphael#obey me solomon#obey me thirteen
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Hank x Fem!Reader angst to fluff?
Plot: Hank's S/O is possesed by The Auditor. He manages to snap S/O but she's unconcious. After she recovers, they have a nice cuddling session.
Have a great day!
WOOOOOO FIRST REQUEST LETS GOOOO
Sorry Its A Little Late Lol School Ya know
It Was Just Like Any Other Misson, Well It Was Supposed To Be Atleast. Hank And His S/o Raiding a Seemingly Abandoned Building For Weapons And Other Resources. Doc Had Said The Tip They Had Got For It Was A Little Strange But Hank Thought It Was Nothing You Two Couldnt Handle. But He Was Wrong. The Both Of You Stood Surounded By Mags. You Both Were Injured, Unable To Fight Any Longer You Both Surrendered, And Thats When The Sea Of Mags Parted To Reveal The Firery Leader Of The AAHW. Hank Wrapped His Arms Around You, Trying To Do Anything To Keep The Light Of His Life Safe. ''Hello Hank And...Friends?" Hank Did Not Respond. The Auditor Took Notice Of How Hank Protectively Wrapped His Arms Around The Other Grunt And A New Plan Formed In His Mind. "Seems Youve Found Yourself A Lover, Dont Mind If I Do." He Rips The Grunt Out Of Hanks Arms While They Desprately Hung Onto Eachother. "Let Go Of Her!" Hank Yelled Up To The Auditor. "What are You Going To Do Hank, Fight Me?" He Let Out A Particularly Vicious Laugh And With His Army Of Mags Set Off To Complete The Auditor's New Plan. Back At The Base Hank, After Being Pached Up, Paced Around In Docs Makeshift Infirmary. Hank Lifted His Hands And Began To Sign. "We Need To Go Get Her." "Hank I Understand You Fear For S/o Saftey But We Do Not Have The Supplies To Do A Rescue Mission Right Now And Thats Final" "Fine, i'll Do It Myself." "Did You Not Hear What I Just Said? None Of Us Are-" The Door To The Infirmary Burst Open, The Culprits? Sanford And Deimos "Hey Guys, Your Gonna Wanna See This." The Four Men Rushed Out Of The Office To See S/o Sitting On The Lumpy Uncomfortable Couch Watching Whatever Trash Tv Was On. Hank Grabbed Her And Held Her Close. The Fear And Anger Brewing In His Depths Was Completly Replaced By Relief. But She Seemed Off. "Hank, Not right Now Please, I Have Something I Need To Tell Everyone" They All Surounded Her Expected To Hear How She Managed To Escape. "Guys! I Found A Place Full Of Resources And Weapons!" "S/o Is That All?" "Yeah Your Not Gonna Tell Us How You Escaped?" She Went Stiff "Err Well, Thats Not Important Right Now. Lets Just Go Get The Truck And Go To The Place To Grab The Stuff, I'll Tell You Guys About It Later." They All Looked Confused, Why Was She So Adament About Going To That Weird Place? "Sure S/o Go Get The Truck" Sanford Threw Her The Keys. When She Left They All Turned To Talk. "Whats Going On?" "Yeah She Acting Weird, Usually She Would Be Joking Around And Braging About How She Managed To Escape" Hank Began To Sign But Was Cut Off By His S/o Barging In "You Guys Ready to Go?" "Im Going To Stay Here I Have Work I Need To-" "Nuhuh Doc Your Coming To We Need All Hands On Deck, Cmon" "Now Wait A Second We Need To Make Sure Its Safe." "I know Its Safe!" "Yeah Cmon You Just Got Home Dontcha Wanna Yaknow Relax." "No! We Are Not Relaxing We Are Going Now! All Of Us, Right Now!" They All Looked At Her Shocked At Her Strange Outburst. "S/o Your Starting To Concern Us, Were Not Going Until I Can Give You A Checkup." "You Know What, Fine. I Wanted to Do This The Easy Way But, SInce Im Already Here Ill Just Take You By Force." She Raised Her Arm And Her Possesion Became Obvious By The Way Her Eyes Glowed. A Black Flame Raised From Her Hand But Before ANything Could Happen Hank Took A Jar And Trapped It. The Moment He Closed The Lid His Lover Fell To The Ground, Unconsious. Everbody Stood In Shock Until Hank Put The Jar On The Counter And Grabbed His Lover, Taking Her Back Into Thier Shared Room And Placing Her Gently On The Bed. He Was Going To Go Back To Talk With The Others About What In The World Just Happened When He Looked Back Towards S/o. Her Soft Hair Splaying Out On The Pillow While She Snuggled Up Under The Covers. He Couldnt Help Himself, He Was Just So Worried About Her. Hopping Into Bed And Holding Her Close. He Could Feel Her Soft Warm Breath Against His Skin And He Decided That He Would Never Let The Events Of Today Happen Again, He Will Do Whatever It Takes To Make Sure That She Is Safe.
Ahh Im Not To Proud Of This But I Hit The Text Block :/ This Was A Fun Promt Though I Really Enjoyed This!
#hank j wimbleton#hank j wimbleton x reader#madness combat#madness combat hank#madness combat x reader
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you asked me this like a while ago but thoughts on a komahinanami zombie apocalypse au? I like the idea that they just keep seeing eachother that they decided to just stay together lol
AHHHH I LOVE ZOMBIE AU OMFGG zombies r my faveeeee the potential is ENDLESS. THEM RUNNING INTO EACHOTHER SO MUCH THEY DECIDE TO TEAM IS SO FUNNY AND CUTE I LOVE THAT SM AHDJDHFJ .i have so many ideas for zombie au art but i just havent gotten round to it yet. I love the angst of it all LOL. i like it when its rly gritty like kind of TWD energy. i want people to get bit, i want CASUALTIES! my favourite zombie cliche is someone getting bit and their loved one having to put them down before they turn... UGH harrowing love it. sorry for the long post im on mobile and idk how to format this shit so its under a drop down pls forgive me 😭
my personal au for kmhnmi zombie au is that hajime would be immune (but he doesnt know that until he gets bit real bad) and a great fighter. hed be the tank. the main slayer if you will. hed be the hero too. like theres always a second of deliberation when he sees or hears someone in trouble but he just cant ignore it and he will always help even if it puts him in danger, and when he doesnt make it in time to save them or theres nothing he can do.....man....
chiaki has a lot of useful knowledge from playing a lot of zombie games so shes good at coming up with plans including safe places to stay/what to prioritise for survival/scavenging and crafting (she sooo read zombie survival guide and world war z by max brooks and took it seriously no i am not projecting). she can FIGHT too do NOT be fooled by her short ass, but i dont think shed be super inclined to fight. i feel like shes more a tactical escape person and shes very good at stealthing it
nagito i think would be super out of his depth bc hes not very strong and while being smart is super helpful in a zombie apocalypse - u cant run forever and if u cant fight ur dead. his luck could only carry him so far in that scenario. hed be great to have around tho because hed come up on amazing shit like a delivery van full of canned food, a truck with the keys still in the ignition, an abandoned house that still has running water and mains electricity, like oh my god. i also think hed be quiet and sneaky like chiaki is but i think hes a little more clumsy and a bit less careful than her so he doesnt always get away w it, esp w his luck. i think hed have to rely on hajime and chiaki a lot to protect him and i think thatd fuck with him a lot just bc of his nature and i also think it would be really cool if he snapped one time to save chiaki and bashes a zombies head in with a porcelain toilet tank lid until it was just unrecognisable brain mush and then never does it or mentions it again
#long post#sorry HDJDDHH#you activated the sleeper cell in my brain that ignites my obsession w zombies#slashuzask#TY FOR THE ASK BTWWW <3
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Blind Channel advent calendar
Day 15: „It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks“
I dont know what to think about this, Aleksi thought sitting on his sofa with his third box from their band advent calender in front of him. Rilla was also eying the box, but with more interest than confusion actually. So far the presents had all been pretty funny, like his first one, protective gear to reduce the risk of injurys on stage (box covered in a wrapping paper that said danger on it), or Nikos shoe cleaning set that in his opinion should have been new shoes all along (box wrapped in black and white checkered wrapping paper), or Joels pink blanket with the word babygirl stiched onto it (wrapped in pink wrapping paper that had unicorns on it). The wrapping paper already told the theme of the present it seemed. But the wrapping paper on this box didn’t tell him anything apart from the fact that it was meant to be opened on the 15th of December.
It was just wrapped in simple black wrapping paper. Which could be a good sign aswell as a bad sign. Maybe they just didn’t find any crazy wrapping paper for this one? Or, and that was something he was actually a little bit afraid of, in the box were black clothes. There had been many comments made in the last few months about his change of style. And the guys also joked a bit about it from time to time. He knew they didn’t want to hurt him with this but all those comments were making him a bit insecure. And he actually didn’t know how he would handle black clothes being in the box.
Aleksi got pulled out of his thoughts by Rilla, who had moved closer to the gift and was scratching at it now. Aleksi actually laughed at that. „You want me to open it girl?“ he asked her with a soft voice. Rilla looked up at him excitedly. „Okay let’s do this then“ he said and unwrapped the box. It also didn’t say anything on this box, which was weird. He knew that all of the other boxes (except for the last one that he would still have to open) had something written on them. Did they forget? Or was this a part of the joke?
Aleksi decided to just open the box now before he got lost in his thoughts again. All this musing wouldn’t give him the answer either way. So after letting out a big sigh he quickly took the lid of the box…
…to see clothes. But not black clothes like he feared. And on the first glance they also didn’t look like the most ridiculous ones either. Aleksi took the clothing items out of the box and carefully studied each of them. And to his confusion those were all clothes he liked. How did the guys know this? Or more importantly why did the guys decide to gift them to him?
„I guess I just have to ask them“ Aleksi said to himself and got up to grab his phone. In the group chat he wrote:
Little Menace: Guys I…
Little Menace: I dont…
Little Menace: Why those clothes?
The real violent bob: Because you like them dont you?
Little Menace: Yeah but you guys dont, except for Porko maybe.
Just Olli: I can only speak for myself here but I dont care about the clothes you wear. We got you those clothes because you like them.
Our star: It doesn’t even matter what we think about them Ale. You like those clothes. That is the only important thing here.
Porko: It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. It’s all about what makes you happy and comfortable. We support you pikkumies!
- 🦋 wearing a santa hat
When I was thinking of what to write for you, the idea had been something else entirely at first. But then I had the idea for this one, and just had to write it. I don't think I did to well on this one, but I hope the overall message still got across. If you don't like it though, I can write you another one.
Thank you 🦋❤️ this is perfect I love it sm. I'm speechless ❤️ all I can say it thank you I love it ❤️❤️❤️
#asks#it blows my mind that people write stuff with me in mind thank you thank you thank you#blind channel rpf#thank you anon ❤️
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more bodyguard neo au?
Neo gently held a small teacup in her hands as she listened to Weiss talk about her training. Between hearing about the tutors, the ballet classes to help her form, and even her singing lessons, it all started to feel familiar to her own upbringing. The only difference seemed to be that while Weiss was kept a bit out of sight, it never seemed to be out of fear of embarrassment, but instead control.
“Neo? Is something wrong?”
Neo shook her head and slowly sat her cup down, making a few slow motions with her hand. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Weiss paused for a moment. “I… guess that’s not anything I’ve been asked about before. But I’m not sure what you mean.”
Neo made a motion to point at everything with the Schnee manor. With a quiet sigh, she slowly pulled out her scroll to type up more of her thoughts. “You dont have any freedom, your family name isnt exactly something people talk nicely about, and you’re not allowed to go to school on your own. What part of this do you actually enjoy?”
Weiss read over Neo’s words for a few moments, going over them again and again. Her hand shook as she slowly lowered her cup and a sigh left her lips. “This is how its always been. Father worries about me, so he doesnt allow me to go out to meet other children. The White Fang is starting to get more dangerous and he… doesnt want me to get hurt.”
Neo frowned and rolled her eyes.
“Its the truth! You’ve been here for a couple years now, so you’ve seen exactly what’s been going on. Its why you’re here, isnt it?”
“I’m here because your sister found me after I ran away from home,” Neo signed angrily, her fingers starting to shake as she signed. “And I know this isnt something you like because you’re just like me. But instead of your family being ashamed, they want you to be under their control.”
“And what exactly do you think I can do about it?” Weiss stood up and pushed the table back a bit. “I know Father is destroying our family name, I know that all he wants is for me to be like him, but I know I can do better by being a huntress. And nothing is going to stop me.”
Neo slowly nodded and started to type out on her scroll. “I can teach you.”
“Teach me what, exactly?”
“Teach you how to be a huntress.”
Weiss slowly sat down and thought everything over. “And why would I let you teach me? I’m already being trained by a couple of tutors from Atlas. What can you show me that they cant?”
Neo grinned as she stood up. “How to use your size to your advantage.”
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Weiss blanched a bit as she peeked out from a small dust crate and watched the drones start to send empty crates back down to Mantle. “And you’re sure this is a good idea? What if we get caught?”
“I’ll keep you safe,” Neo signed against Weiss’s arm. “This will be your first lesson with being unseen.”
Weiss nodded and slowly made her way out of the crate once she was sure the coast was clear. Quietly, she started to make her way through the loading bay to find a crate that still had dust in it. She looked into each crate, lifting the lids until she found one that did still have a few dust crystals. With a grin, she quickly grabbed one, only to be lifted by the collar of her shirt. “Let me go!”
“Not until my sister explains to me why she’s scrounging for dust instead of using the crystals at home,” WInter answered.
Neo quickly rushed out of her hiding spot and used her semblance to hide herself as she snuck over to Weiss. The last thing she had expected was for Winter to show up.
“Neo is trying to train me,” Weiss said.
“Neo is supposed to protect you, not train-” Winter stopped mid sentence as she heard a dust crystal clink across the ground and slowly put Weiss down. “Stay here, dont move.”
Neo let out a sigh as she watched Winter walk away and quickly grabbed Weiss’s arm. With a deep breath, she and Weiss shattered to bring them out of the sorting room and back outside the academy walls. She quickly started to check over Weiss to make sure she was okay, giving her a quick smile.
Weiss nodded and slowly got up. “We should get home before Winter tells father what we were doing though. If he finds out, I doubt you’ll be allowed around me much.”
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as i head into the final case, the resolve of ryunosuke naruhodo: we are going into the fire. all will be revealed. the horrors unveiled. it's time. answers at any cost.
but first: brain vomit
i spent a lot of time theorizing on who the final defendant would be, only for it to just be the same trial. marginally disappointing but it's probably for the best. not sure if my heart could take more people dying
that being said: Herlock as a defendant (my top contender) would have been interesting. deeply.
the case title worries me. to be fair, everything about the setup here worries me. i suspect it will be unpleasant, if cathartic
i've been thinking this from practically the moment we met, but i strongly believe Stronghart will be the final baddie/final witness. it feels so obvious. almost too obvious. which is why i'm now second-guessing myself. i dont have a backup theory though. so.
i'm not sure i buy Gregson as the Reaper. it makes sense, but i have a nagging doubt. what about Gina? he told us that he was taking Gina to France to protect her. and that could be a lie, but. i don't know.
or actually. hang on. having a thought. He was the Reaper-or involved-and never felt doubt about his involvement until Gina. knows that the Reaper can't act outside of Britain (esp with Shinn dead) and so plans to flee with Gina. this gets him killed by the one in charge of the whole Reaper thing?
i honestly don't know. but there's more to it than what Zieks thinks. than what we all think.
Vigil is either lying to us or not all of his memories have returned. i swear he has Genshin's ring, from the Barok flashback. how would he have it?
on a similar note: the governor of the prison is not telling us everything.
i'm fairly convinced Genshin is not the Professor, at this point. Or at least that there's more going on there. He saved Barok. He wrote some weird papers (which are not the ones we were given, no way), he still doesn't really have a motive. The whole giant dog aspect of the case. The Baskervilles. There's more to this.
terrible thought i had: Dr. John H. Wilson. he was even a professor!
or Stronghart. again. i don't know.
i'm still waiting to see if Van Zieks and Stronghart are related. they have the same crest. it. worries me.
speaking of Van Zieks. god. the scene after the trial where he's his usual terrible self and then Ryunosuke is like "is that any way to talk to your lawyer" and then van Zieks apologized? so satisfying. you tell him, Ryunosuke.
i just like it when Ryunosuke gets a bit snippy. see: every time he called van Zieks his "learned friend" like go off. get him.
also i cannot believe Kazuma kept calling Ryunosuke his 'learned friend' during the trial what is Wrong With Him.
i miss my sword. obs it is good that Kazuma is alive and gets his sword back, but i miss the sword. its so fun.
at least Kazuma finally talked to Ryunosuke. like. way later that he could have but at least he did. thank you. i appreciate someone being honest with me. its so rare.
okay. Iris' dad possibilities time:
Mikotoba: unlikely. its possible, but it feels unlikely. gut instinct. i want to not be disappointed in him.
Dr. John H. Wilson: it could still be him, but i doubt it. he apparently didn't seem to have a family?
Herlock: plausible. unfort. will explode him with my mind if so. could not fathom a reason why he'd lie to Iris if so. although im sure one would exist
one of the nobles (Klint) killed by the Professor: spitballing. the og hound of the baskervilles had something to do with killing heirs. i don't know. concerned.
Gregson. highly unlikely but also. i don't know.
Mycroft: my crack theory. we dont even know if there Is a Mycroft.
i have more thoughts (incoherent yelling) but idk
if herlock does not have a good explanation for everything i will flip my lid. kazuma. iris wilson. the professor. the baskervilles. why was he even on the SS Burya? he has much to answer for.
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Under The Lid
MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK
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+ Psalm 96:9 Worship the Lord in the splendor of holiness; tremble before him, all the earth!
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VERSE OF THE DAY
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+ Proverbs 28:1 The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are bold as a lion.
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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **
I AM BOLD
I AM RIGHTEOUS
I AM KEEPING EVERYTHING UNDER THE LID
I AM FILLED WITH JOY
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When we get brownies or muffins from any bakery ,most people usually put them under a container to keep them fresh. While under the lid, they are protected from germs, flies, and other things, but imagine buying fresh blueberry muffins and never putting them under a container; what do you think will happen to them? They will get dust on them, air will get to them, and they will mold faster because they are among the elements, right?
Once they are molded, they are no good. Once they get hard, they lose the freshness, and everything becomes less desirable to eat because they are exposed. This is just like our Christian walk as we go through our lives. Some of us wake up, pray, read our word, and start our day; some of us wake up, grab our phone, and start our day; these two different points of how people live their lives , one cares about how they start their day and the other not so much, or maybe later on in the day that person get to their prayer and bible session we don't know but how we start our day plays a big part and what we do in the morning and how we attend to our relationship with God matters too, just like anything else like the muffins if we dont attend to our Christian walk just like the muffins we will be exposed to everything but good things.
Some of us think, well, it's okay. We dont start our day with prayer or bible reading, which its not written in the word, actually it is.
* Psalm 5:3 O LORD, in the morning you hear my voice; in the morning I prepare a sacrifice for you and watch
* Psalm 90:14 Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.”
* Matthew 6:33: But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.”
When we place God first, we show him we care. The word says, seek me first. Everything else will be added to you, right? So when we wake up and see him first, we have our whole day, and he will add to it. dont get me wrong, I'm not saying everyday we will have an amazing day because we put him first no no my friends but when we seek him with our whole heart and we are establishing who runs our life.
When we participate in things of the flesh and things of the world, we leave ourselves open to spirits and other things; we can't expose ourselves to this world and not expect the enemy not to do something; he will send everything our way the moment we stop doing what we should, and no this isn't legalistic, but we must put on the whole armor of God.
Some of us forget pieces at home every day; I bet if it was our phone charger or phone or debit card, we would make sure we grabbed it, so why don't we grab the word? Why don't we grab a couple of minutes in prayer? Every day, we must show God he is our priority. Do you show him how much you love him and care for him? Do you show him he's everything to you?
So how many seconds do you think it would've taken to put the lid on the freshly baked muffins 10 seconds, 30 seconds, how long? Sometimes, the extra steps are what we need to have with God. Still, some of us dont want to do that because we feel it will take too long, or we feel he gets in the way.
Still, when we are in need, dont we want him to spend time with us to see about us? We must understand that the enemy is a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour and the moment we are from under the lid our lid (spiritual armor), here comes the enemy, ready to attack. we can't allow him any opportunity to attack and hurt us; we can't allow the enemy any time to capture our thoughts; the moment we notice him speaking to us and enticing us, we must start immediately casting down imaginations
2 Corinthians 10:5 Casting down imaginations, and every high thing that exalteth itself against the knowledge of God, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ;
The word tells us to put every idea into captivity because once we do that, we are not allowing the enemy to infiltrate our minds. We are giving him no leeway in our heads. A lot of times, we allow him in because we feel okay. I have to accept the depression, I have to accept the anxiety, I have to accept the thoughts facing in my head. But we don’t have to; we can surrender those thoughts immediately to the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit wants us to be free; he wants us to be free from doubt and pain, but we must be the ones that avoid the attacks from the enemy by not allowing him to stay.
***Today, we learned that we must take action; we must say no to the flesh and yes to God and every day put on the armor of God. We are claiming victory against the enemy. We can’t expect to be protected from his schemes if we are giving him the advantage; in a football game, we have defense and offense, and every day, we must play defense against the enemy, meaning we can’t give him a foot into our lives and we do this by praying every day staying connected to the true vine, eating the word of God and applying it to our lives. We must keep the lid on what’s happening in our lives by doing it in God’s strength . If we don’t, we will lose spiritually every time. Start seeking God and allowing him to fill you with what you need. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee
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Heavenly Father, thank you for everything, lord. Please continue to show us mercy and grace. Lord, please help us keep close to you every day; we are faced with people and mental attacks by the enemy, but we ask you for victory. We declare victory over our lives and peace in our homes. We surrender to you, lord; lord, continue to help us see what you're trying to do in our lives; help us stand on your word and not on everything that comes out the mouth of satan; help us to rebuke him and do it in boldness and the authority you have given us in Jeuss Name, Amen.
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+ Psalm 53:5 There they are, in great terror, where there is no terror! For God scatters the bones of him who encamps against you; you put them to shame, for God has rejected them.
+ Psalm 112:7 He is not afraid of bad news; his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.
+ Acts 14:3 So they remained for a long time, speaking boldly for the Lord, who bore witness to the word of his grace, granting signs and wonders to be done by their hands.
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Proverbs 3
Psalm 112
Jeremiah 28
Matthew 2
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#bible#bible quotes#christian quote#daily devotion#daily devotional#inspiration#scripture#bible verse#christian life#christan life
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something I wrote last night. I'm not a writer by any means but this is what my brain was thinking. and I wanted to share it cause that feels like it would heal me a bit. to be honest about myself. opening myself:
I am the ocean lying in wait to be discovered. I'm salt water tears. I'm waves coming into shore, pushing parts of me forward and hiding back the rest. I wish to be perfect lyrical poetry but I only exist in prose. I try to be simple and easy to read in a glance but to know me you have to read every word and I fill up full pages. I'm a book on a shelf but I scream that I'm only one page. Someone picks me up and I say I'm just the cover. They carry me around but they never open me, as I have told them there is nothing else in side. "Let me see the light!" my pages cry. But I no longer hear them. I start to believe I'm just a cover. It gets dark and I search for a light. I flip every switch but even with every light on things are still dark when you have your eyes closed. "Open them then." I'm trying, but I dont know if I can. I don't know if I even have eyes. My eye lids are rusty. I want to open myself up but every page is stuck to the next.
*warning I haven't had a bad life but I have seen people self harm, and I've seen people try to commit. there's mention of death. there's negative thinking that corrupted my view of others. there is also some repetition*
I carefully try to pry each page apart but I don't even know where to start. I guess the first page? The page I get separated is a few pages in. It's a little smudgey but I can see some words. Its a list titled Me : "protective ... attached ... angry ... loyal ... nurturing ... telling lies ... trying to be loved ... trying ... trying... trying .... " I go to flip the page but the page before it separates. "Grandma, she's in bed, she's always in bed. I would hate to always be in bed. Can she see me? no. What's it like to live a without sight?" I turn to a few pages later. "I'm in Grandma's bed. She's not. She finally left the bed. She's gone for good. I can't sleep in my own bed. I can't. I'm not sure why. I can't leave her bed. I don't want to ever leave this bed" I flip a few more pages forward. "I don't have freinds. I could.. but.. I don't trust them. Oh? My mom has to watch kids? oh- I trust Cora.. .... Cora is my best freind. I like Scout but I don't trust her. ... ... Scout doesn't like me ... Cora picked me over Scout. I would pick Cora over anyone. ... Cora and I are close. we create minecraft worlds together!" I flip a few more pages and.. Oh.. My heart drops, because I know this page very well.. "My brother's hurt. I see flashing lights. My mom goes with my brother. My dad stays with me until a car comes to get me. My dad goes to see my brother. I'm at Coras. My brother is at the hospital. Cora tries to help but she doesn't fully understand. My brother's hurt. He did it to himself. I'm scared. My brother's hurt. I didn't know I had to protect people from themselves.. I trust no one. I need to protect those I love. I can't let anybody be upset because that puts them in danger. When people dont feel good that means they will try to die." I don't read the rest of the page. I don't want to look at the page again. I already know it too well. It's burned into my mind. I dont have to read it, because I always feel it. Its bookmarked. I go back to it every day. I can't let it go. Sometimes I feel like I never left this page. I flip a few more pages. "Cora hangs out with other people more. She doesn't talk to me around her new freinds. She's much more interested in them then me. I'm not interesting. She's picking them over me.. I would have picked her over anybody. I'm stepping out of her life. She didn't pick me. I'm letting her go. She hates me. I'm not good enough. ... ... ... Cora's mean to Abby? Dad says Cora shouldn't have made me feel not good enough? Was Cora mean to me? I'm moving on... ... I'm moving on... ... I'm moving on ... Am I moving on? Am i moving? ... I don't do much.. I don't leave my grandma's bed.. I think I'm sad. I'm not sure why I think that. I'm not sure why I would be sad. I say 'I'm fine' because, surely I am. I don't really feel, so I guess it's not bad. I cry myself to sleep. I'm not sure why. I've been doing this for a long time. I'm not sure why. I don't tell anyone. I'm not sure why. I begin to shut my eyes. Or maybe they were already shut? I'm not sure why. I can't see. I'm not sure why. Could I ever see? 'I'm blind.' I tell myself. I'm not sure why. I learn to live without sight. I'm not sure why."
This makes me stop reading. Oh- I'm not blind? And wow, that is crazy. I used to see? I closed my eyes? I closed my eyes. How did I not remember closing my eyes? It's been years since I opened them. They're still there. I can't believe they're still there! My eyes are tired of reading my book so I take a break but.. I'm going to keep my eyes open!
#personal#mental health#finding yourself#writing to heal#learning about yourself#poorly written prose#poetry#prose#feelings#barely poetry
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