#A powerful ocean wave crashing against the rocks

[erenash]

ten (satosugu angst)

Ten years and it still feels the same...

Loosely based on the song I'd Have To Think About It by Leith Ross. So I recommend listening to it on repeat while you read.

(also available on my AO3 ashes_to_ash)

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It’s been ten minutes since Satoru’s last phone call to Suguru. But in the infinity user’s mind, it was nine minutes of unnecessary silence. Suguru wasn’t one to leave Satoru hanging, especially since they…well– since they made things official a few weeks ago. 

Flipping his cell phone open and then closed twice, Satoru debates leaving another voicemail. 

I’ll give him ten more minutes before trying again , He decides as he lays back on their shared futon. Just wanting Suguru to be safe, Satoru sighs and closes his eyes in an attempt at self-soothing.

— —

It’s been ten weeks since Suguru’s disappearance. 

Satoru hasn’t been able to sleep, eat, drink, think, talk, move, blink, breathe.

He knew Suguru wasn’t coming home the second he left that tenth voicemail. 

He still left ten more.

Satoru Gojo was the last person to show any weakness, but when it came to Suguru Geto, the young man was beside himself. No one knew what to do. 

He feels as if he’s in a constant free fall. Every moment he’s awake is just another reminder that Suguru left him– and that he isn’t coming back. It made him want to sink to the bottom of the ocean tenfold. 

And this, Satoru Gojo, was the person who was the strongest jujitsu sorcerer in the world. 

But what truly makes one strong?

Power? Strength? Money? 

None of these added up in Satoru’s brain.

Love is what drove him to become the strongest. His friendship and love for Suguru made him who he is. 

So what is Satoru Gojo without his one and only?

— —

It’s been ten months since Satoru Gojo was ghosted by his best friend and lover, Suguru Geto. 

As he walks through the crowds of people, Satoru takes a deep breath through his nose. He’s prepared for this. All the things he’d say to Suguru if he ever caught glimpse of him around the city. 

He knew exactly how he’d stop the man that held his heart. He’d make him listen, make him watch as Satoru laid his heart out for him one last time.

“Take me with you this time, please,” Satoru would beg unashamedly. “Take me back. Take me back. Take me back.”

That’s only if Suguru even wanted him…maybe he doesn’t, which is something Satoru has to remind himself of constantly. And Satoru found out exactly what Suguru’s been up to lately, and he doesn’t even fucking care. 

Ieiri called him a bit ago and told him she ran into Suguru and where. Satoru didn’t even bother listening to anything else, teleporting to the strip of shops outside a train station.

Satoru’s been telling himself for months and months that he’d find love again. He’d get another chance. He’d find someone worthy of all this cursed romantic energy he’s been holding onto for Suguru. He’d find a place, a person, to put it into. 

Making his legs work harder as he speeds up, Satoru sees the back of a familiar head with long black hair. 

If he asks me to go with him, I will , Satoru promises his own heart. 

I cannot let him go again.

“Suguru!” Satoru’s voice calls out over the strangers surrounding them.

Stopping and turning around in shock, Suguru Geto looks at him. “Satoru?”

The strongest jujitsu sorcerer halts about ten steps away from the former jujitsu high student. 

“Suguru,” Seems to be the one word Satoru is capable of saying at the moment since he says it once more.

His six eyes take in every inch of Suguru available. 

From hairline to cheekbones. Neck to the waist. Elbows to fingertips. Hips to feet. Satoru does his best to seal Suguru’s handsomely beautiful features into his memory.

Ten fucking months of absolute hell, but Satoru isn’t even mad. 

He’s relieved .

Suguru’s dark eyes meet Satoru’s bright blue ones, waves crash against one another in their gaze. Ocean meeting rocks found deep beneath its waters. This wasn’t the familiar set of eyes Satoru knew and loved. No, Suguru’s look was cold and unyielding.

In the direct sunlight of summer, Satoru finally feels it– the chasm between them.

And it sort of…it sort of knocks the wind out of Satoru. 

There he is, breathless for Suguru. Except this time, it’s different. So, so different.

Satoru doesn’t even need Suguru to say it. 

He already knows what’s about to happen before Suguru even opens his mouth.

Not even ten minutes later, it’s all over.

Not even ten minutes later and Satoru Gojo can’t breathe, can’t move, can see, can’t hear. 

Suguru has all but truly defeated him, being Satoru’s Achilles heel and all. But getting his heart broken over and over is more powerful than any curse Satoru’s ever encountered.

Not even ten minutes later and Satoru’s officially lost his one and only.

Not even ten minutes later, Suguru Geto is gone; and he didn’t ask Satoru to go with him.

Not even ten minutes later and Satoru Gojo has decided that love is the most twisted curse of all.

— —

Ten years later, here he is again, standing before the only love of his life. 

Satoru isn’t sure how much more he can take. Not only has Suguru Geto become one of the jujitsu world’s most wanted curse users– but Satoru’s been the one sent to execute him officially.

There Suguru is, slumped against an alley wall, bleeding half to death already.

After ten years of honing his own techniques, Satoru’s known Suguru’s whereabouts for months now. He could’ve found Suguru at any second, yet he choose to ignore that invisible red string tugging at his heart. 

Suguru didn’t want him, the man had made that crystal clear ten years ago.

Looking up at Satoru from his hunched position, the sunset glimmers behind Suguru from the other end of the alleyway as he smiles at Satoru. 

The chasm that was there prior… is gone now.

“You found me.”

“I’d always find you,” Satoru tells him, stepping a bit closer. 

He can see just how badly Suguru is injured; the cult leader’s entire right arm is gone. A blood trail from the opposite end of the alleyway indicated which direction he came from.

“Okkotsu did quite the number on you.” 

The joke from Satoru makes Suguru grin even wider, his voice raspy as he says, 

“Can’t you just curse me a little bit? This is our end, you know.”

A deep want lodges itself inside Satoru’s throat. 

The strongest sorcerer knows exactly what’s being asked of him, but he can’t grant Suguru the one thing they both desire most at this moment. 

Each other. Forever.

So Satoru lets himself think about it. 

He promised himself all those years ago that if Suguru asked him to go with him– he would. And he wants to honor the younger Gojo’s promise and feelings.

Suguru is here, saying he wants to be with him.

The feeling is unmatched…a weakness only the two of them can understand…

Ten fucking years and it still feels the same.

It’s the worst and best feeling– loving someone this much.

Satoru knows things just wouldn’t be the same if he did what Suguru is asking. So after a long moment, Satoru shakes his head as he whispers, 

“You know I can’t do that.”

“I know.”

Ten long beats of silence fill the air as they just gaze lovingly at one another.

“Can I ask why?” Suguru mutters the question so quietly that Satoru almost misses it.

Tilting his head to one side, Satoru gives Suguru a gentle smile.

“You never loved me the same amount. If you did, you never made that clear to me.”

“I did, Satoru,” Suguru promises, his eyes watery as he tries to scoot himself closer to Satoru, 

“I swear I did.”

Satoru takes ten deep breaths, willing himself not to do what his heart desires most. He just looks at Suguru, pleading with his eyes to not ask him again.

Because he’d give in, he would curse Suguru and himself together in less than ten seconds.

“I see,” The words were faint from Suguru’s lips, and he closes his eyes as he adds, 

“Do what you must. Just make it quick.”

Reaching one hand out, Satoru cups Suguru’s face softly to make the half-dead man look at him one last time.

“I’ll never not be in love with you, Suguru.”

“I love you, Satoru.”

Ten years have passed since they’d said those words to one another.

Ten years and it still feels the same.

Ten seconds later, Suguru is dead, and Satoru is left crying into the shoulder of his one and only’s body.

Ten minutes go by, and Satoru can’t bring himself to move, think, blink, cry, breathe.

And Satoru just knows in his soul that ten years from now, he’ll still be in love with Suguru Geto.

Love really is the most twisted curse of all.

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I'm thinking of Merman!Gaz smut tonight, so... have a little drabble:

Breeding? || Merman!Gaz (for Mermay 2024)

cw: smut (cunnilingus), dubcon elements (reader is willing).

Merman!Gaz who's actually part sea horse so he has a dorsal fin, ears that are fin-shaped, and no caudal fin, but a straight, thin and curled tail instead.

Merman!Gaz who loves people watching and has learned plenty about humans... and even does it enough to have picked up on some Englsh.

Merman!Gaz who sees you at the beach, not one of those fine sand and great for sunbathing ones, but one that's mostly rocky gravel and a jagged coastal line.

Merman!Gaz who approaches the rocks you're sitting on and peaks his head over them to catch your eye, happy that the beach is mostly devoid of people due to how gloomy and cloudy the sky is.

Merman!Gaz who startles you and smiles when he notices you jumping, but then your eyes shine like the stars and you look at him with such curiosity as you carefully approach with a "Hi...?".

Merman!Gaz who's, unfortunately, more curious about the parts of your body hidden under your shorts than you as a human, and whose human-like hands start pawing at your thighs, webbed fingers massaging your exposed skin.

Merman!Gaz who wraps his muscular arms around your hip and drags you as close as he can get you to the edge of the rocks, your toes dangling over the water, and legs being sprinkled by the crashing waves.

Merman!Gaz who presses his face against your clothed cunt, burying his nose against the gusset of your denim shorts, taking a deep sniff of you thanks to his powerful nose, that sends excitement coursing through his body, and heat rising up to his face.

Merman!Gaz who realizes how beautiful you look with your eyes wide and your whole body stiffened in surprise... but notes how your hands don't push to fight him off.

Merman!Gaz who tries to rip your clothes off you, not knowing what "Careful!" means when you say it, which makes him look at you with knitted brows and the biggest, softest brown eyes, only for you to relent and help him.

Merman!Gaz who, as soon as he sets eyes on your exposed cunt, feels his heart racing in his chest and immediately buries his face back where it belongs.

Merman!Gaz who licks stripes up your cunt, savouring the taste and the warmth of your core, the wetness so different to the salty ocean, and revels on how your moans sound even more lovely than some of the mating songs he hears from whales and other mammals.

Merman!Gaz whose fins start brightening in color, turning bright orange rather than its muted shade of terracotta, and whose tail wraps around one of your feet, as he sucks on your clit and hears you mewl and moan.

Merman!Gaz who smiles when he feels a rush of liquid rush against his plump lips and down his chin, watching how you go limp and sigh fondly, having peaked against his mouth... and clicks his tongue and smacks his lips, pleased with himself.

Merman!Gaz who continues at it over and over, his tongue diving into your winking hole, and feels your heels dig into the expanse of his back as his arms keep holding his torso above the water so he can remain buried in your cunt.

Merman!Gaz who after you're overstimulated, uses his strong arms to pull himself up onto the rocks atop you and whose lips crash onto yours in a deep, languid kiss, like he's seen so many humans share, noticing your eyes rolling and the fucked out look on your face.

Merman!Gaz who vanishes under the water while you're struggling to catch your breath, catching the way as you jump up, startled, when you noticed he's gone, seemingly distraught that he'd just leave like that.

Merman!Gaz who, weeks later, is lowkey confused as to why his brood pouch didn't swell and he's not releasing any babies, he's pretty sure you two mated?

Part 2:

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Hihi!

I just read your rules, so I hope this request follows them:

Could I request an leviathan!merman x fem reader? I'm not super picky about the details of his appearance, so you can have fun with that.

I'm thinking, maybe, reader is prisoner on a pirate ship and leviathan!merman attacks and sinks the ship because it constantly disturbs the water of his territory. He finds reader, realizes he almost killed an innocent captive, and shenanigans ensue from there. He takes her home with him to take care of her while she recovers from the imprisionment/his attack since it's too far to safely take her back to shore, much less a shore she knows. His underwater cave has an airpocket/above-sea level entrance as well as the main entrance; how lucky and convenient, amirite?😅

Maybe he's slightly awkward and it makes him seem detached and scary...

I'm hoping for fluffy with a smidgen of spice or smut at the end?

Thank you in advance if you decide to write this!🫶

holy shit this was insane i love you

merman x fem! reader fluff and smut

warnings/tags- short smut peice at the end, fem reader, monster x human, mentions of imprisonment, i gave him a name at the end

word count- 3727 words (im tired)

The salt-laden air was suffocating. The relentless waves rocked the creaking pirate ship as it cut through the waters, a prison you couldn't escape. Days had passed since your capture, and you were bruised, sore, and tired from the confinement. The crew barely acknowledged your existence beyond the scraps of food they tossed your way. They were focused on something else, something beyond the horizon that kept them nervous and on edge.

One of the older pirates muttered about a sea demon—a creature that hunted ships around these waters. You thought it was nothing more than sailors’ superstition, but as the air turned heavy and the sea became unnaturally still, an eerie sensation crawled down your spine. The crew became frantic. Eyes darted toward the water, watching for something. You couldn’t tell what.

It happened fast. The once-still water erupted into chaos, and the ship shuddered violently as if something enormous had collided with it. Men screamed weapons were drawn, but none of it mattered. The sea itself had risen against them. Waves higher than any you'd ever seen crashed down, tearing the ship apart. You were thrown across the deck, striking the mast hard, the air rushing out of your lungs as darkness claimed you.

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When you awoke, the world felt different. The coldness of the water had soaked through every part of you, the sensation both numbing and alarming. You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings, but nothing made sense. The sea still roared, but you weren’t drowning.

You were… floating? Treading?

Something—or someone—had you in its grasp. Panic surged through you, and you tried to twist away, only for the grip around you to tighten, keeping you still. Then you felt it—scales. The slick, cool texture brushed against your skin as a powerful tail swam you through the water with ease. You struggled, coughing up saltwater, your limbs heavy and useless.

A voice, deep and foreign, hummed in the water. “Don’t… fight.” The words were broken but clearer than you expected. You tried to crane your neck, to see what held you, but before you could make sense of the situation, you were lifted above the water.

The night sky greeted you once more, stars shimmering against the black ocean. But it wasn’t the stars that took your breath away. As your vision focused, you were pulled into the shallow confines of a cavern. Rock formations loomed above, sharp and jagged, and the faint glow of bioluminescent algae clung to the cave walls, casting an ethereal light across the scene.

Then you saw him.

The creature holding you was enormous. His upper body was humanoid but covered in dewy scales, glistening under the faint light. His skin was a mix, inky gunmetal grey and Cerulean blue, blending with the shadows and the sea. The  scales grew rougher around his neck and joints, trailing down to the massive tail that curved behind him. His eyes, glowing with an eerie gold hue, met yours, unblinking and intense.

A sea-creature.

The pirate tales weren’t lies.

He moved carefully, setting you down on a small ledge that jutted out of the water inside the cave. You coughed again, your body shaking as the cold air hit your wet skin. For a moment, the creature just stared at you, his eyes scanning over your form with something you couldn’t place. Was it curiosity? Guilt? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t the mindless aggression you'd expected from the stories.

"Pretty… girl," he whispered, the words hesitant as his voice echoed in the cavern.

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear mixing with confusion. Why had he saved you? Had he been the one to destroy the ship? The silence between you stretched on, uncomfortable and thick. You opened your mouth to speak but hesitated, unsure if you wanted to know the answer to your questions.

He shifted awkwardly, his long tail curling into itself as if he wasn’t sure what to do next. The leviathan’s hands, large and clawed, flexed as he tried to mimic human gestures. He brought one to his chest as if trying to calm you. His voice was gruff and halting. “Hurt..?”

You swallowed, trying to find your voice. "I... I was a prisoner."

The leviathan frowned, his expression twisting as if he was processing your words. He pointed to himself. "I… destroy..Save you." he spoke blankly

Your mind reeled. He had attacked the ship. He had killed everyone on board—pirates, yes, but also human beings. And yet here he was, trying to help you. There was no malice in his expression, only an awkward uncertainty, like he wasn't used to interacting with anyone, let alone a human.

“I…” You stammered, feeling small under his gaze. “Why?”

His head tilted, brow furrowing. He seemed to struggle with the question, trying to find the words. "Innocent," he finally murmured. "No kill… innocent."

You wanted to believe him. But trust didn’t come easily when you’d just been ripped from one terrifying situation and thrown into another. “You killed them all,” you whispered, your voice shaking.

The leviathan’s eyes darkened, his tail thrashing slightly in the water, sending ripples across the surface. “They… disturbed…” His hand clenched into a fist before he loosened it again, trying to maintain his composure. “This… my home. They hurt… water. Hurt… sea.”

You blinked, processing his words. He was a protector of these waters, not a mindless monster. He had been defending his territory. The pirates had angered him and threatened his home. And in his attempt to drive them away, he had nearly taken you with them.

“I didn’t mean to be there,” you said, your voice softer now. “They captured me.”

He nodded slowly, his golden eyes never leaving yours. There was a strange kind of innocence to him despite his monstrous appearance, like he was trying to understand, trying to make sense of the situation as much as you were. “I… care for you. You are safe… here.”

You looked around the cave, the glow from the algae creating an otherworldly atmosphere. The air pocket allowed you to breathe, and while the water was cold, the rock beneath you was dry. For now, you were safe.

But how long would you be here? How far from the land were you? Your thoughts spiralled, and before you could stop yourself, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You were stranded in an underwater cave with a creature who had just destroyed an entire ship, and you had no idea what would happen next.

Seeing your distress, the leviathan made a low sound, a soft chirping noise that seemed almost out of place for something his size. He inched closer, his movements slow and deliberate as if trying not to scare you. “Safe… now,” he repeated, his voice almost a whisper.

Your body trembled, a mix of cold and exhaustion taking over, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. You were too weak to respond, and as your vision blurred, you caught a final glimpse of the leviathan’s concerned gaze.

“Rest,” he murmured, his deep voice the last thing you heard before the darkness took you once more.

---

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you awoke again. The cave was still, the water lapping gently at the edges of the rocks. Your body ached, but the sharp pains from earlier had dulled to a manageable throb. As you stirred, you noticed the leviathan watching you from the water, his upper body resting on the edge of the ledge.

“You… awake,” he said, a hint of relief in his tone.

You pushed yourself up slowly, wincing as your muscles protested. “Yeah,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead. “I’m awake.”

The leviathan studied you for a moment before shifting his weight and submerging partway into the water again. “No go… back to land,” he said, his voice low but clearer than before. “Too far. Too… dangerous.”

You frowned. “Then what do I do? Just… stay here?”

He looked almost embarrassed, his golden eyes darting away from yours. “For now. I… help. You stay safe.”

It wasn’t an ideal solution, but what choice did you have? You were miles from land, and even if you could swim back, there was no guarantee you’d survive the journey.

As the days passed, the initial fear that had consumed you began to ebb away, replaced by something you couldn’t quite define. The leviathan, whom you had come to think of simply as "him," seemed to be doing everything in his power to make you feel safe. Every day, he brought you food from the sea—fish, clams, seaweed—arranging it in neat little piles on the dry ledge of the cave where you rested. It wasn’t long before you stopped seeing him as a monster. He had saved you, after all. And there was a gentleness in his awkwardness, an effort to communicate that made you feel like you weren’t just some stranded victim in a strange land. 

He never wandered too far, always returning with something new—a small collection of smooth stones, intricately shaped shells, and occasionally, bones that had been bleached by the ocean. He would lay them down carefully in front of you, watching for your reaction with bright, expectant eyes. At first, you didn’t think much of it. He was probably just offering you things he thought might interest a human, but you noticed that he always seemed delighted when you picked them up, inspecting each one closely. 

You had begun making a habit of it—admiring the shells, thanking him for the smooth, polished stones. His face would light up in a way you’d never seen before, his golden eyes flashing with that strange, bioluminescent glow that was becoming more familiar to you. 

And it wasn’t just his gifts. His body language had started to shift in subtle ways. When he emerged from the water, the faint freckles along his face and shoulders glowed softly, but when you spoke to him or even smiled in his direction, they would brighten, casting more light into the dim cave. At first, you assumed it was a natural response to his emotions—perhaps a way for his kind to communicate. But then came the sounds. He chirped. He hummed. He made these low, rumbling noises deep in his chest that reverberated through the cave walls. 

It was strange—almost endearing. 

One day, after he had brought you a particularly beautiful shell—spiralled and iridescent—you smiled at him, running your fingers over its smooth surface. “It’s beautiful,” you said softly. “Thank you.”

The leviathan’s face lit up, his freckles flaring into an almost blinding brightness as he chirped happily. You chuckled, placing the shell in the small pile of treasures you had started keeping at your side. 

“Do you have a name?” you asked him, curious if he could understand more complex language. “I mean… what should I call you?”

He blinked, his head tilting slightly. “Name…?” His voice was still halting, but he was getting better, and more confident with his words. “No… name.”

“Hmm.” You bit your lip, thinking. “Maybe I’ll give you one, then.”

His eyes widened slightly, glowing with interest.

You tapped a finger against your chin, trying to come up with something that suited him. Something powerful, but also kind. “How about... Kai? It means sea in a few languages.”

“Kai…” he repeated as if testing the word. Then, his face broke into a small smile, the glowing freckles on his cheeks pulsing rhythmically. “Kai… like.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Good. Kai it is.”

The days continued like this, with him bringing you more gifts and making those strange chirping noises whenever you accepted them. Sometimes he would linger nearby, watching you with a strange intensity that should have been unnerving but wasn’t. It was almost… sweet. 

One evening, after he had brought you a particularly smooth stone—a dark, deep blue colour—you held it up to the faint light. “You have quite the eye for pretty things,” you said teasingly, glancing at him. His golden eyes glinted, and he made that low, rumbling hum again, the sound resonating in your chest.

You didn’t know when it started to happen, but somewhere along the way, you had stopped seeing him as just a creature of the deep. There was a tenderness in him, a genuine care for your well-being that warmed you in ways you hadn’t expected. He wasn’t just keeping you alive. He was trying to make you happy. And it was working. 

You caught yourself watching him more often—how his muscles shifted beneath his dark, glistening skin, how his tail curled and flicked in the water when he was excited, how his glowing freckles pulsed in response to your laughter. And when he brought you something new, when he chirped at you or hummed softly, it made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear. 

---

Kai didn’t fully understand it at first, but something had changed between the two of you. He could feel it. Every time you smiled at him or touched the gifts he brought you, something warm and bright filled his chest. It was more than happiness. It was... connection.

He had been practising the small rituals of his kind for days now, bringing you things he knew you would like—rocks, shells, even bones from deep within the sea. He had hoped you would understand what he was doing, even if it wasn’t something humans were used to. And when you accepted his gifts, when you smiled at him and thanked him, he felt like he was glowing from within. You were accepting him.

The colours in his bioluminescent freckles had grown brighter each day, especially when you were near. He could feel his body reacting to you—flashing brighter, chirping louder, humming more frequently. He had started making these sounds almost unconsciously, his excitement and affection bubbling up every time he was near you.

And then there was the moment when you said his name. Kai. A human name, but it fits. You had given him something special, something to define himself beyond just a creature of the deep. He had felt it then��an overwhelming urge to be closer to you, to protect you, to make you his.

---

You hadn’t realised it until later, but you had unknowingly been accepting his courting rituals. The smooth rocks, the shells, the soft chirping sounds—all of it had been Kai’s way of showing affection, of trying to bond with you. And you had accepted it with open arms, without even realising the significance of what you were doing.

One night, as you sat by the water’s edge, Kai was closer than usual, his large body half-submerged in the water. His golden eyes were fixed on you, his freckles glowing softly. You noticed how close he was, and how his massive form took up most of the space in the cave. But instead of feeling intimidated, you felt… comforted.

He chirped softly, his tail flicking in the water. "You… like?” he asked, his English much clearer now.

You glanced down at the latest gift he had given you—a perfectly polished piece of coral—and smiled. “I do. Thank you, Kai.”

His glowing freckles flared again, and the rumbling sound in his chest grew louder, more persistent. He was... happy. You could feel it radiating from him.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his arm where the scales were smoothest. His body tensed momentarily, his eyes widening as he looked at where your hand rested. But then, he relaxed, a soft, pleased chirp escaping him.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but you stopped seeing him as just a sea creature somewhere along the way. It was Kai. He was awkward and endearing, and despite your vast differences, he made you feel safe. 

And as you looked into his glowing eyes, your heart beat faster in your chest. You had grown fond of him—maybe even more than fond. 

Kai’s tail flicked in the water, and he shifted closer, his face just inches from yours. His freckles glowed brighter, casting the cave in a warm, ethereal light. “Pretty… girl,” he murmured, the words filled with a strange kind of awe.

You smiled, your hand still resting against his arm. "And you're not so bad yourself."

For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the sound of the ocean filling the space between you. But something had changed. There was a new understanding, a new bond. You weren’t just surviving together. You were connected.

And from the way Kai’s eyes shone, you could tell he felt it too.

As the soft light from Kai’s freckles pulsed gently around you, you felt his large form shift beside you. Before you could react, he lowered his head, nuzzling it under your chin with surprising tenderness. His skin was cool and smooth, and the sensation sent a shiver down your spine, though not from fear. You hesitated, then let your hand drift to the back of his head, fingers tangling in the strange but silky strands of his dark hair.

A low, content hum rumbled from him, vibrating against your chest. He was close—closer than he’d ever been before. The warmth of his presence, the gentle weight of his nuzzle, made your heart race, and yet... it felt right. 

“Have… pups,” Kai murmured, his voice halting but filled with sincerity. You froze, your breath catching in your throat as his words slowly registered. “My… pups.”

It was then that everything clicked into place. The gifts, the soft chirping, the glowing freckles, his constant presence. This wasn’t just him being kind. This was more. **He loved you.**

Your heart pounded in your chest as you pulled back slightly, looking down at him in stunned realization. His eyes, glowing softly, blinked up at you with that same innocence and intensity. He wasn’t just a protector—he saw you as his mate. 

And somewhere deep inside, you realized that you didn’t mind the thought.

You stared down at Kai, your fingers still resting gently on his head as he gazed up at you, unaware of the weight of his words. His eyes were wide and expectant, as if waiting for your reaction. The warmth that had been building in your chest bloomed fully, but it was accompanied by a nervous flutter in your stomach.

"Pups," you whispered softly, your voice barely audible. The idea, once foreign and unthinkable, now seemed… less strange. It wasn’t just the word—it was the meaning behind it. The way Kai had said it, with such sincerity and hope, like he couldn’t imagine anything more important. The realization that this ancient, powerful being cared for you in ways you hadn’t even understood until now.

Kai’s tail flicked in the water, splashing lightly as he nuzzled you again, this time more insistently. “Yes… pups,” he repeated softly, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through you. He shifted even closer, his large frame curling around yours protectively. “You… mine.”

Your breath hitched at his declaration. The weight of what he was saying—what he felt—was starting to sink in. Kai wasn’t just offering you protection or companionship. He wanted more. He wanted to build a life with you, in whatever form that took. To him, it seemed so simple. But to you, the complexity of the situation was dizzying.

Could you feel the same way about him? Could you be with someone so vastly different, someone from a world so far removed from your own?

But as you looked into his eyes, glowing softly with that bioluminescent warmth, you realized that you already had. The time spent together in the cave, the strange courtship rituals, the quiet moments of connection—they had already won you over. You had grown attached to him, maybe even fallen in love without realizing it. And now, faced with his earnest desire, it was impossible to ignore.

“Kai,” you murmured, brushing your thumb gently over the side of his face. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

His head tilted, eyes blinking as though he didn’t quite understand why you would question it. “Mean… yes. You mine. We… together. Have… pups.”

You think for a few seconds “how…how would we..?”

His hand pushes against your thigh, twitching hard, which has your eyebrows pulling tight. You go pale when you look down. What you assumed to be his hand was something else completely, moving around against your thigh with a sticky sheen being rubbed on the skin of you hip like he’s grinding his double dicks against you. His tail is heavy enough to keep you in place under him, and his crawled hand is slid along your side while he purrs pathetically, looking up at you with sweet begging eyes “Oh, fuck,” you mouth, “oh fuck.” Trying to slip out from under him makes him let out a soft growl, mouth corners lifting to show his canines.

“I-i dont think i can take them..both” you gulp.

He doesn't seem to notice, all he desires is your affection, Kai brings his fingers up interlacing around your chin. Under the night sky, his body lights up, the shimmering blue lights on his skin and tail accentuating your own vulnerability. He offers you a smile, his deep brown eyes sparkling with longing in the soft glow of the moon. Your lips meet. You trace your fingers along his chest and stomach. A glimpse of his form emerges from his opening, and you can't help but smile as you circle his protruding tip. He sighs your name into your mouth, the sensation akin to the gentle ebb and flow of the sea against the rocks. Gradually, he slips his entire cock into your hands grasp, and you caress his length with gentle strokes. He recoils slightly, his head resting back, his scales reflecting the moon's light. Firmly holding you, he rolls you onto your stomach. You grin up at him, extending your hand to gently sweep away a few droplets from his face. He returns the smile. Leaning back, you spread your legs and clasp onto his hips, taking a deep breath as he positions himself for an intimate moment. Your moans fill the night as he fucks you with a rhythm reminiscent of the ocean's waves.

[mitfloya]

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

pairings. Yandere Rafayel x gn!reader

wc. 2k

synopsis. You find yourself lost searching for answers that slip through your grasp. There is a mysterious force that lures you back to the vast depths of the sea, a pull that you can't quite comprehend, a strange connection. It haunts your thoughts, you wanted to find out why does your soul keeps guiding you to ocean.

Only to find the truth that you wish to never uncover.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hiii, I'm back from the dead, I hope it's good (be gentle with me this is my first fic I've created) or evoke some kind of emotions, whatever it may be. I may have gone a little overboard with everything. This will be a small series, maybe there will be 3 parts or up to 5 parts, depends on my mood. Also, this is my thank you gift for the celebration of hitting another milestone on my c.ai acc ♡

The waves, like gentle giants, rolled towards the shore, their white foamy crests crashing against the rocks with a resounding roar. The sound echoed in your ears. With each surge, the water created intricate patterns, as if painting an ever-changing masterpiece upon the canvas of the beach.

Some crashed against the rocks with a powerful force, while others gently caressed the sand, their touch as gentle as a lover's whisper. 

Standing there, your feet were gently lapped by the waves near the shore, your eyes fixated on the vast expanse of the sea, you felt an inexplicable pull, as if there was a profound bond between you and the ocean.

Yet, you couldn't quite comprehend why.

Lost in contemplation, you imagined how the cool waters of the sea would embrace you, enveloping you in their refreshing embrace. It was in these moments that you found solace and tranquility in the presence of nature.

The ebb and flow of the waves became a soothing rhythm that seemed to wash away any worries or troubles that burdened your mind.

Yet, amidst the serenity, there was a sense of familiarity, as if there were fragments of a forgotten memory lurking within your subconscious. Every time you found yourself by the sea or on a sandy beach, a whisper of a memory danced at the edge of your thoughts, just out of reach.

Lost in your thoughts, distant calls of your name went unheard as you drifted into a daze, completely captivated by the sea, you didn't noticed the water has gone up to your knees level. It was only when a familiar hand gripped your wrist, pulling you back from the water, that you snapped out of your daze.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" His voice rang out, a mix of concern and annoyance. "You were about to walk straight into the deep sea! Do you have any idea how dangerous that could have been?" he exclaimed, gently pulling you back to the safety of the shore.

Startled, your gaze locked with his eyes, a blend of deep purple with delicate speckles of pink. In that moment, you found yourself drowning in the vastness of his gaze, unable to tear your eyes away.

His eyes held a mix of emotions, like a tumultuous sea that you couldn't quite decipher. You couldn't help but wonder if your encounter was more than just a coincidence, if there was a greater significance to the intertwining of your paths. The depths of his gaze seemed to hold the answers, yet they also posed more questions, leaving you both intrigued and captivated.

There was something undeniable about the connection you shared, a magnetic pull that transcended mere concern. In that moment, you realized that his eyes held more than just worry for your safety—they held a glimpse of a deeper connection, an unspoken understanding that seemed to bind you together.

The depth of his concern in the eyes are as clear as day, it momentarily puts you lost at words.

The situation slowly sank in, you realized that you had been so absorbed in your thoughts that you had unconsciously ventured into dangerous waters. The level of danger had escalated beyond what you initially thought, as the water had gradually risen without your awareness.

You blinked, your voice betraying a tinge of guilt as you stammered out. "I… I didn't even realize," you admitted, your words laden with a sense of remorse,. "The ocean… it just pulls me in. I can't explain it." Your eyes darted around, avoiding contact with Rafayel.

He sees the way you looked at the sea, sensing that you were searching for something, perhaps a connection or understanding.

In that fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope momentarily danced across Rafayel's face, as if he believed you had finally recollected something significant to him.

…But as he searched your eyes, that tiny glimmer faded, replaced by a mix of disappointment and frustration.

A deep sigh escaped Rafayel's lips, his eyes rolling with visible exasperation. "Oh, please," he scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "As if the ocean has some deep, personal connection to you," he muttered dismissively.

The atmosphere grew heavy with an unspoken tension, as Rafayel's words hung in the air. It was clear that he felt let down, hoping for a shared understanding that seemed to elude him once again.

Rafayel's frustration grew evident as he let out an exasperated huff, pushing away his bangs with an irritated sweep of his hand. "Look, we've got enough problems trying to win this damn classroom competition. We don't need you drowning yourself in the process." His head shook slightly, a clear expression of annoyance etched upon his face.

You felt a pang of regret wash over you, seeing the frustration etched on Rafayel's face. "Thanks for being worried, I guess," you mumbled, your tone tinged with a touch of bitterness. He could've said it nicely at the very least, you thought.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you for nearly getting yourself drowned, you quickly shifted your gaze to the expanse of the ocean stretched out before you.

The colors of the sea danced before your eyes, shifting seamlessly from the vibrant hues of turquoise to the deeper shades of indigo, as if an artist's brush had painted a masterpiece on the water's surface.

You couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden world beneath the surface. Little did you know, you had been conversing with one of those hidden beings all along.

You noticed Rafayel's hands waving in front of your face, interrupting your oceanic reverie.

"I've heard the locals said that there is a mythical creature who roamed around this water, can you guess what it is?" His voice took on an eerie cadence. His head tilted slightly, as if he was assessing your reaction.

"Legend has it that those who make a pact with this sea creature are granted a special favor," he weave the tale as his gaze were penetrating your skin. "However," he paused, his words dripping with anticipation. "If one were to forget or break their oath, the consequences would be nothing short of catastrophic."

Drawing near, he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper in your ear. "They would face a fate far more harrowing than their most dreadful nightmares could ever conjure." His breath made your skin crawl, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

The tale he spoke of leave you with an eerie sense that there was more to this tale than met the eye. It was as if the threads of the story resonated with a deeper part of your being, stirring emotions and images that had long been dormant.

Yet, you shook off the discomfort, determined not to let Rafayel's words unravel your sense of reality, even as they lingered in your mind, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.

With a light-hearted push, you nudge him away with your elbow, mustering a witty retort to maintain the casual banter. "Nice try, but I'm not one to fall victim to the legends of mermaids."

Unfazed, Rafayel continues to weave his tale, his voice dripping with a seductive charm. "How so? Don't their enchanting melodies and mysterious allure at least pique your curiosity?"

The weight of his words settled upon you, causing a shiver to ripple through your body. Yet, you maintain your composure, "Well, Rafayel," you taunt, "if mermaids are truly as captivating as you claim, perhaps I should take my chances. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the one to befriend a mermaid."

Oh, you already did and it was more than that.

Your soul remembers him, resonating with a familiarity that defies logic, while your conscious mind grapples with the mystery of who he truly is and where your paths have crossed before.

It's like your souls hold a hidden story, a shared history that teases the edges of your awareness, just beyond your grasp. The unspoken bond that lingers between you cannot be denied, as if your paths are intricately woven together, waiting to be unraveled.

In his presence, you find yourself both anchored and adrift, caught between the intangible and the tangible. The ties that bind you are not of this physical realm, but of a deeper dimension where emotions and memories intertwine like the ebb and flow of the tide.

There is a profound bond between you that goes beyond mere attraction, as if you have shared lifetimes together before.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the water, you and Rafayel became entranced by the moment, surrendering to the breathtaking beauty of the sea.

The scenery sparked a creative fire within you, the gentle dance of the waves mirrored the rhythm of your thoughts, as if the ocean had bestowed upon you the ideal theme for the upcoming classroom decoration competition. It was as if the universe had handed you a vibrant palette, ready to bring your ideas to life.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as an idea began to take shape in your mind. "Hey, what if we choose the ocean as our theme? We could create an underwater wonderland, wouldn't that be cool?" you suggested, your voice filled with enthusiasm.

Rafayel eyes widened with surprise, he took a moment to consider the suggestion. "That's actually not bad," he shrugged, his tone casual yet intrigued. "We could use blue and turquoise hues to mimic the ocean's colors, and hang paper jellyfish and other sea creatures from the ceiling. It'll be like stepping into an enchanting underwater realm."

The two of you continued to brainstorm all the way home, ideas flowing like a current, as you imagined transforming your classroom into a captivating oceanic paradise.

As the sounds of crashing waves slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the comforting rhythm of your footsteps, a familiar banter and laughter filled the air. The easy camaraderie between you and Rafayel created a warm and comfortable atmosphere, where the worries of the day seemed to melt away.

Minutes passed by, as if time had lost its grip on the endless conversations and moments of solace shared with Rafayel. He was like a soothing balm for your weary soul, a safe haven where your restless mind could find peace. His presence was like a sanctuary, where the weight of your worries seemed to dissipate into thin air.

Regrettably, the front gate of your house loomed before you, signaling the end of this cherished connection. With a warm smile, you waved goodbye to Rafayel, a bittersweet farewell that left an ache in your heart. "We'll talk more later, see you at school tomorrow!" you called out, hoping to preserve the thread of conversation that had woven its way into your shared journey.

He reciprocated with a smile and a wave, his eyes following you until you disappeared behind the closed door. As the facade he wore crumbled, a torrent of emotions flooded Rafayel's mind the moment you were safely inside. Frustration tightened its grip, as he struggled to understand how something so vital between the two of you could slip from your memory.

However, a twisted sense of satisfaction settled within him, as he relished in the knowledge of your home, a piece of your personal life that he now possessed, fueling a dangerous determination to claim you as his own.

This was never your home, and it would never be, for he had vowed to create a sanctuary where only he could offer you peace and happiness you deserved.

He knew that he had to do more, to make you realize the depth of his feelings. With unwavering resolve, Rafayel promised himself that he would build a world for you, free from any disturbances or distractions.

No one else would have access to this sacred space; it would be an intimate domain that existed solely for him and you.

"Wait for me, my love. I'll show you how much I adore you."

© mitfloya 2024. Kindly refrain from altering, translating, or reposting my works on any platform without obtaining my consent.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Scenario that's been plaguing me bc @aka-indulgence keeps ENCOURAGING the brainrot

Consider; you are married off to a mysterious lordly skeleton monster. Despite the crack in his skull and his difficulties with speech, he's very gentle with you, and his quiet charm eventually trumps your initial fear of him. His home is an old stone castle, situated on the highest point of a small isolated island. It's quite scenic, you see the waves from your window... but when the tide rises, the castle is entirely cut off from the mainland. On high tides and great swells there's no way to leave your new home. It is beautiful when the sun is shining, but equally, the small patch of land is often shrouded by a thick silencing fog... the sea around the island is deep and churning, and when clouds roll over, the cold water is black as ink. At night, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks far below your window makes it difficult to sleep.

... Your husband is kind, clearly deeply smitten with you. He tries his best to make you happy on such an isolated isle. But each month, he often disappears to sea for several nights... you spend many dark evenings tucked against the window, hoping for his safe return.

You don't know where he goes. He tells you he goes 'out to sea'. He always comes back smelling of the long, dark kind of seaweed that wraps around sailors' legs and drowns them. He has no family- you never see him eat.

... He has only one rule. When the wind begins to pick up around the island, you must go inside, and remain safe within its thick stone walls until the storm is over. It's an easy rule to follow.

...

The truth, about your husband? He's a powerful kraken, deeply in love with you, who sacrifices his life in the ocean to take on a humanoid form and be with you. But once a month, he has no choice but to return to the sea in his true form, to feed.

He isn't frightened by the great storms- he is their cause. The reason he makes you stay inside is twofold. He doesn't want you to see his transformation...

... But also, his true form is massive, with a mind far wider and wilder than the consciousness he uses for his land form. He wants you safe behind those thick stone walls, where he can't reach...

... He doesn't trust himself around the most precious thing in his life.

[bussyyeukie]

Call of the Sea

(poly!141x siren!reader)

The seas were not evil; not rough and dark as the stories made it to be. Water crashing in a white mess against creaking hulls, dragging helpless souls and flailing arms. People say it’s dangerous, ugly, to not go out there. You’ll rarely come back if you don’t respect the power of the waves lapping up against the ship. The tide pulls at your knees until you’re suddenly to your hips, then your chest, and the cold sting sinks into you until your lips are blue and your lungs burn as the current pulls you.

The sea was beautiful, it was home to many creatures. Life giving creatures. Its waters reflected light, shining golden, shining blue, green, pink, orange. It’s lull carrying you on the surface, floating gently until it gifts you back to the shore. Many made their living from the sea. Many lived their whole lives dependent on the kindness it gifted to them.

You didn’t have a choice, not that you minded. All you could see was the beauty of the ocean. Even the beauty in the death it would bring, completing the cycle and inviting room for new life to start. Your home was the sea, and you’d never known any different.

Born from the frothy foam of the white wash, the crash of the ocean waves. Your lullaby, the sun that dried the drops on your face a forbidden fruit, the feel of warm earth and the absence of the waters cradle holding you a forgotten longing.

Your sister's songs resting on the water's surface. Your own song is a mix of the melody.

You remember laying on the rocks, with the moon's light basking over your skin, shining opalescent, hair fanning out across the rock, ends dipping back into the calm water. You remember laughing with your sisters, giggles bursting from throats and silly stories passed around as silken hands ran through damp hair. Placing bands of metal and shells into the braids littering your locks.

You remembered the first time you heard of the dangers of some humans.

The ones who were stronger than you, the ones who weren’t as swayed by the haunting songs rolling off your tongues. The ones who hurt, the ones who killed. Caught you up in nets and spears, committing horrific acts, chopping tails and hair, drying scales and collecting tears. As a child, it made you wary of approaching the surface, opting out of games and laying low in the darkness of the oceans depths. The older you got, the less afraid you became, being assured that you and your sisters were safe, too far from shore or populated ports to cause panic. It was rare to hear of a killing recently as well. Every once in a while someone would go missing, but there were never sights of ships, or rogue sailors to blame.

The older you got, the stronger you got. Teeth sharper, your tail gaining a more distinct pattern, the shine glowing brighter under the moon, your sound growing smoother and less banshee like.

With that came confidence. You’d approach the surface with your sisters, breaching water, wrapping your arms around the railings of small fishing boats, round luminescent eyes shining in the moon, hair sticking to wet skin. Voice soft and rolled over like fog into the ears of the sailors.

You no longer feared humans. Almost foolishly.

Growing reckless in your approach to stray boats.

Not realizing that, at times, those dangerous humans were trickier than yourself.

Floating in the water, the dawn barely creeping up on the horizon, you watched the dark shadow of the hull sit on the surface. It wasn’t necessarily a large boat, in fact, the closer you got you realized it was fit for about five people at most. It had been a minute since you’d eaten, stomach  rolling as you thought of the previous two weeks, dinnerless. It wasn’t that bad though, you really didn’t need to eat as often as a human, but the lack of substantial food didn’t help.

Your hair swayed around you, pushing it from your line of sight, you pursed your lips as you watched the shadow rock. Really you should’ve thought it through a little more, called someone over with you. Better yet, went along, swam by, left it be. But you didn’t. You were hungry.

Snapping your tail, you approached the underside of the boat, nose almost touching the wood. The water is warmer up there compared to the depths beneath you. Tail tucked under you, the water wasn’t clear, nowhere near it, but you didn’t want to risk it over something stupid.

Face turned, licking your plump lips, ear pressing against the underside of the hull. 

You heard some shifting, and a rock of the boat, footsteps, then the thunk of someone sitting. They sounded heavy. You felt a grin tug at your lips, muffled voices filling your ears. Sounded like three. Three was easy.

Flicking your tail, you rose, peeking up out of the water till your eyes blinked away droplets. It was foggy out, so thick you could just barely see five feet away. Catching a glimpse of the bearded man sitting in the boat, his voice thick as he spoke to the others in the boat. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

“Beautiful as the warm breeze,” the man laughed, mockingly, “As if waking up to a pile ‘a gold on ya’ pillow!”

Your hair stuck to your face as you emerged more, chin dipping in the water, hair fanned out around you. The hair on your face framing it, lips wet and cheeks flushed. Eyelashes clumped with water. Skin shiny and an almost hollowed look to your undereyes. You grinned.

“I’m tellin’ ya, it’s nonsense, the fact that he has our asses out here in the cold anyway it’s–”

You had peeked out a bit more, neck visible, pearlish pattering on your jaw and neck glinting in certain lights. Catching the man's eye. He jerked violently to the side, grasping wildly behind him.

“Bloody hell!’

The boat rocked and you sank down, acting spooked as you hid to your eyes again. Wide and gazing up at the man. Glancing over to the other two men in the boat. Who looked to you as well, snapping to attention as they moved as far back on their seats as possible.

The water rippled.

“What the fuck,” the bearded man’s jaw was agape, brows knit close together. He was older than the other two. Hard to tell by how much, his face was well sea worn.

“Get it!” One of the other men shouted, his hands trembling as he jolted for something on the bottom of the boat. Your eyes widened as you ducked down more, tail flicking under the boat.

A quick hand grabbed the man who reached. The older man was still in shock, trying to push himself as far back as possible, brows knit tightly together.

You looked to the side, a younger boy was sitting there, lips chapped and cracked, tanned face and hat wedged on his head. Curled hair sticking out of it.

“Wait! Wait…” he turned to you, eyes wide, he was thin, very lean, and not very tall. 

The other man, who had thin hair, and a potbelly, looked at the boy in shock.

“Boy, let go of me–!”

“Hold on a second!” he snapped, looking from you to the pot-bellied man, “Look at ‘er…”

The three looked to you, you breached the water again, to your chin.

“Hello,” you whispered, voice silken and carried across the water and into the boat. You watched the three men’s shoulders drop, eyes wide as they watched you.

“Hello…” the young man licked his lips, swallowing roughly, “What are you doing? O-out here?”

The bearded man grunted, “What the bloody hell do you think she’s doin’ out here! She’s a mermaid!”

You giggled.

The three men looked at you. Boat creaking as it rocked.

“Mermaids?” you preened, moving closer slowly, till your hands creeped up the sides of the hull, gripping it as you crossed your arms, leaning on it, the men moving back as you moved forward, “How silly, to believe in fairytales like that? Isn’t it?”

The younger man laughed nervously, “Y-yeah, very silly.”

You tilted your head, wet hair sticking to the smooth skin of your back and shoulders.

Seemingly glowing under the light, dawn still far off as it creeped. 

“Y-you,” the pot-bellied man gulped, “You’re tricking us, I know it! You are!”

“I am? That wouldn’t be very nice of me,” you giggled, tail swishing and flicking under the dark ripples.

“He, cap’n told us remember, he told us it would do this,” the pot-bellied man said again.

The young man smacking him in the arm, “Watch your tongue! She has a name!”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that then?” the bearded man spat, leaning forward to frown, then jolting back when he realized he’d gotten so close to you.

The young man stuttered, then turned to you. Your smiled broadening, sweetly, a subtle hum starting at the back of your throat, matching the tune of the lapping of the waves brought to the side of the little fishing boat. 

If you’d thought about it a little more, or at all really. You would have left at the mention of a captain, the three men in a fishing boat in the middle of the ocean. It was strange.

But you didn’t.

The three men turned to you. 

The young one leaning forward a bit, getting to a knee in front of you, you grinned at him.

“Yes?”

“D-do, do you have one?” he gulped, hands twitchy on his thighs, “A name I mean?”

“Of course I do,” the subtle note still ringing through the air as you spoke, carrying through your words, “My name is Y/N, why wouldn’t I have a name?”

The men seemed lost, the bearded one having relaxed into his seat. The young one mere inches from your face.

He chuckled, “I, I don’t know.”

“What’s your name?” you reached out, tender and slow, water droplets rolling off skin onto the fabric of his pants, he closed his eyes, leaning into your hand as you pushed it forward. Your fingers twitched.

Your cold fingertips brushed his cheek before a large hand grabbed your wrist, and the boy was flung back, eliciting a violent thrash of your tail and a screech from you. Brows furrowing and lips curled.

“Get the net now!”

You went to pull your arm back, if fate had been on your side, you would have pulled him under. Tipped the boat. But, fate seemed to be holding something over your head at the moment. As the pot bellied man jumped to his feet and grabbed a bundle of netting. You thrashed, the large man with the beard fighting you, pulling you up and you flailing and hissing.

Your teeth sharp as you barred them at him. Nails clawed and you dug into the cords of his forearm, scarlet blood dripping between your fingers, running down the slope of your forearm till it pooled and dripped at your elbow.

“Throw it! Now! Get her tail!”

Whipping your tail, trying to tip the boat the best you could, the man almost expertly threw the netting, the young man still sat flat on his ass.

The bearded man grabbed a handful of your hair, as if trying to rip it from your scalp.

Snarling as he shouted, “The knife! Spear! Anything!”

The young man looked between the large man standing and you, your tail thrashing violently and your screams and slitted eyes. Net getting tangled up on itself, and unfortunately wrapping around yourself.

“No!” you howled, teeth gnashing, clenching your fist, tearing flesh from the man holding you. Your back arching as he ripped at your hair, squeezing his hand tightly, your wrist aching and popping.

“Don’t mess it up! Cap’n wants a pretty one remember,” the pot-bellied man said, rather snarkily.

“For what?” the boy on the floor asked.

“Knife boy, now!”

The bearded man had spit flying from his lips as he shouted, the boat rocking. Your tail cramping, and shrill screams escaping your throat. The young man jumping to his feet and the sound of clanking drew your attention, watching him sift through a pile of spears and knives at the bottom of the boat. A cold chill running up the back of your spine, wrapping around your jaw and up your face.

“Enough! Stop!’ you cried, the pot-bellied man trying to yank the netting up your tail, scraping off a few scales, which flicked out and smacked his side, causing him to slam to his ass in the boat, a stream of curses falling from his lips.

You tried to shake the netting from yourself, but the young boy popped back up with a spear, sharp and chipped at the end. The handle two feet as he held it up.

You screamed, piercing as he brought it down, sinking into the meat of your tail, above the joint. White pain searing through you and your stomach cramped. Lips pulled over your teeth, the bearded man barking something, and the young boy ripped the spear out, a pouring of dark blood streaming from the deep wound. Throbbing and scalding with pain.

The pot-bellied man grabbed the side of the boat as he spat curses at you more, getting himself to his feet, jerking the rest of the netting back up your tail. Up over your hips. The bearded man pried your hand away from his arm, spitting at you as his blood coated your hand. 

“Stupid bitch, you’ll be in for it soon enough…”

The pot-bellied man reached for his hip, pulling a horn looking instrument, and blew on it, a low, sharp sound escaping it. Causing you to wince, flinching your tail, which erupted in pain. The young man looked at you, and jabbed at your tail again with some knife by his side, slicing it again. A cry escaping your throat.

“Enough of that, we need ‘er in one piece aye?”

“Yeah, right” the boy looked at you, the bearded man pulling the netting over your head as he slammed you into the boat, your arms curling into your chest, and protecting your face, hair splayed out messily, tail curled in. The bearded man's feet by your head. 

He leaned down over you, “One wrong move, and I stomp that pretty face in.”

You hissed at him, blinking wildly, clenching your fists.

The man tisked, “All that bark for what?”

You bit your tongue, holding off the slurry of insults you were about to throw at him, the threats, the promises of his demise. But, you were the one in the net, on the floor of a boat, injured.

The pot bellied man blew the horn again, and sat down next to your tail, which was over the bench, and over the side of the boat, just barely dipping into the water. The cold of it was inviting compared to the cold of the fog that covered the morning.

Your chest rose fast with breaths, sounding almost labored as the dark blood sank into the indents of your scales on your tail.

The balding man clapped the young man on the back, “wow what a sight! Knew they were real, christ, thing sure is less scary than the stories.”

The young man didn’t tear his eyes away from you, eyes frantic like a caged dog.

“What do you do with them again?”

The man shrugged, “Up to the cap’n, whoever can name the best price. Think he was plannin’ to keep this one in one piece this time, sell it whole.”

He elbowed the boy and laughed, snorting as he did. The sound grated at you.

How could you let this happen, be so foolish, so reckless. Thoughtless!

You felt the boat rock more, snapping your head around to see what was coming. The creaking sound of a big ship soaking into your ears. The feel of a hand grabbing your hair registered too late, not being able to fight it off before the meaty hand raised your head and slammed it back down against the boat's hull. Pain swarming your vision.

“You best keep quiet,” the bearded face made its way into your vision, before he stood, almost directly over you, wrapping some cloth around his forearm, which was near mangled.

You frowned, closing your eyes and flicking the tip of your tail, the water rippling under it, feeling the cold against you. Looking down, the young man had his head in his hands, gripping the knife tightly, your blood dripping off of it and onto his shoes. Almost mesmerized. The pot-bellied man was looking off in the distance, a wicked grin on his face, hooking the horn back onto his belt. Catching a glimpse of the insignia burned into the side of it, it was something you hadn’t seen before.

The bearded man said something to the pot-bellied man, who glanced down at you, sneering. You didn’t listen. Instead, you shot your hand through the netting, grabbing a death grip on the bearded man's waistband, and slapped your tail harder than you ever had in your life. Pulling the man down with you.

“Hey-rotted–!”

Before anyone could balance, you had flipped the boat. Sending all four of you crashing into the dark waters. Bubbles and irritated water rising around you all. Still wrapped in the netting, and bleeding from your tail, you looked around. The young man was struggling to grasp a hold of the flipped boat, weapons sinking slowly into the dark under you. The pot-bellied man sank. Struggling and large bubbles of air rising out of him as he got lower and lower. A silent scream etched onto his face.

The bearded man made one swipe at you, but you pushed yourself out of the way, crying shrilly, and snapping away. Watching him grasp at the overturned boat as well, as you dashed down.

Darker into the depths, the salt water stinging, and your head ringing. You rasped, as you swam, not sparing a look behind you as you fought with the netting, and failing. Getting it tangled more with yourself. The cold of the water surrounding you more than it ever had. It felt almost…uncomfortable. Not as cradling as it had been, but almost heavy, it felt like you were swimming through dense seaweed.

Your breath rang loud in the stillness of the water, the netting falling from you finally, sinking down. Your body cramping, as you spared one look behind, seeing the trail of blood left in your wake. Too much, it was too much blood. Unknowingly swimming sluggish, and sinking down.

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[gxr25256]

Storm on the Horizon - Starscream x reader

🌵 I really like merformers au and I decided to write about it a little during my break.

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The ocean was restless that night.

Waves thundered against the cliffside, white spray rising high into the air before crashing back down, swallowed by the churning waters below. The sky was a blanket of dark clouds, heavy with the promise of a storm that had only begun to show its teeth. The wind tore through the air, carrying with it the scent of salt and rain, filling your small seaside cabin with a symphony of nature’s fury.

You were no stranger to storms. Living in isolation along the rugged coastline, miles from the nearest town, you’d become accustomed to the volatile moods of the ocean. Yet, this night felt different. A strange energy crackled through the air, an undercurrent of tension that left the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. You tried to shake off the feeling as you went through your usual routine of sealing the windows, securing loose items, and lighting a few extra candles in case the power flickered out.

You’d been about to turn in for the night, hoping the storm would pass by morning, when something peculiar caught your eye. Through the rain-smeared window, down by the rocks near the shore, something large appeared to be tangled amidst the waves. At first, you thought it might be debris, or maybe a large piece of driftwood tossed by the waves, but as you peered closer through the misted glass, a shape began to take form. It was large, much larger than anything the tide usually brought in, and it seemed almost... metallic. There was a faint shimmer of silver and red beneath the waves, an unnatural gleam that felt out of place against the wild, rugged coast.

Your heart raced as curiosity warred with caution. Common sense told you to stay indoors and out of the storm, yet the image of that mysterious shape remained burned into your mind, impossible to ignore. Grabbing a thick jacket and a flashlight, you pushed through the front door, bracing yourself against the wind and rain as you made your way down the slippery path toward the shore.

The storm lashed at you, cold droplets piercing through your clothes like tiny needles, but you kept moving. As you drew closer, the object’s outline sharpened. It was enormous, with sleek, metallic surfaces that gleamed faintly beneath layers of seaweed and debris. The flashlight beam illuminated more details: silver scales, thick plates of armor… and then, unmistakably, a face, half-hidden by twisted shards of metal and exposed wiring. It was no mere creature—it was something, or someone, far more.

You gasped, stumbling back as realization struck you. The stories of underwater beings, creatures with humanoid features and tails like sharks or eels, flickered through your mind. They were always myths, legends spoken of in whispers by fishermen and passed down in tales of warning. But here, lying battered and broken on the rocks, was proof that these beings existed.

The figure’s chest rose and fell in slow, labored breaths. His face was haunting, angular and fierce even in his unconscious state, and though he was clearly injured, the aura of danger surrounding him was unmistakable.

You hesitated, your mind racing. You knew nothing about him. For all you knew, this being could be as dangerous as he looked. Yet, something in his expression—a subtle vulnerability in the way he lay slumped against the rocks—stirred a wave of compassion within you. Whoever he was, whatever he was, he was suffering. And you were the only one here to help him.

Moving quickly, you approached his side, unsure where to start. His body was covered in strange wounds—some seemed like slashes from another blade, while others were burns that marred the sleek scales along his arms and tail. You took a steadying breath and reached out, touching his arm carefully. His skin was cool to the touch, but there was a strange warmth radiating from deeper within, a reminder that despite his otherworldly appearance, he was a living, breathing creature.

Your hands moved over his injuries, assessing the damage as best as you could. When you pressed gently on a particularly deep cut along his shoulder, he stirred, a faint growl rumbling from his chest. You froze, your heart leaping into your throat as his optics flickered open, just enough for you to see a sliver of intense red glaring up at you.

“Who… dares…?” His voice was low, gravelly, laced with a deadly undertone despite the weakness in his words.

You took a step back, raising your hands in a show of peace. “I—I just want to help,” you stammered, your voice barely audible over the storm.

The creature's eyes narrowed, lips curling into a snarl. "Help me? You... would be better off minding your own... mediocrity."

You bit back a retort. Clearly, gratitude was not in his vocabulary, but you sensed that this creature—this alien—needed help, whether he’d admit it or not. You glanced over his injuries, noting the strange wounds and the way his metallic form seemed to pulse with life, despite being so battered. This was no ordinary metal; it was something far beyond your understanding, something that pulsed and thrummed beneath the surface as though it were alive.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you murmured. “But you won’t survive like this. Let me help.”

For a moment, he simply stared at you, his red eyes narrowing, as though trying to comprehend why a human would dare to touch him, much less offer him assistance. His pride was clearly a powerful force, but his injuries were severe, and he seemed to realize that he was in no position to refuse help.

“Very well,” he muttered, though his tone remained laced with disdain. “But make no mistake—I am not in your debt, human.”

You gave a small, exasperated sigh, deciding it was best to ignore his arrogance for now.

He tried to lift himself, only to hiss in pain as his wounds protested. His strength failed him, his tail slipping against the wet rocks as he slumped back down, breathing heavily. Frustration etched deep lines into his face, and for a moment, he looked as if he might lash out at you for daring to witness his weakness.

You took a step closer, cautiously extending a hand. “Let me help. I have a house nearby, and I can bandage you up. Once you’re feeling better, you’re free to leave. I won’t bother you again.”

His gaze snapped to you, sharp and untrusting, yet somewhere in those intense red optics, a flicker of consideration sparked. He gritted his teeth, his expression twisted with anger and reluctance, but eventually, he gave a faint nod.

With his consent, you moved to his side, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to find a way to support his weight. He was heavier than anything you’d ever lifted, his body a combination of organic muscle and mechanical plating that strained against your every effort. Each step back up the rocky shore was a battle, with him leaning heavily against you, the storm pounding down and the wind cutting through both of you like knives.

The journey back to your house felt endless, each movement slow and labored as you tried to avoid jarring his injuries. By the time you stumbled through the door, soaked and exhausted, you were both nearly collapsing from the effort.

Once inside, you led him to the bed in the corner of the room, helping him settle with as much care as you could muster and grabbing whatever blankets, towels, first-aid supplies you had on hand. His body barely fit in the small space, his huge tail didn't even have room and stuck out over the edge of the bed. He looked thoroughly unimpressed with the modest surroundings, but he seemed too exhausted to voice his complaints.

For the next hour, you worked in silence, cleaning and dressing his wounds as best you could. His frame was unlike anything you’d ever encountered—smooth metal that felt almost warm to the touch, with intricate joints and gears that moved fluidly beneath the surface. It was as if he were a living sculpture, a piece of art given life, but with a deadly, feral edge that was impossible to ignore.

As you worked, you could feel his gaze on you, sharp and penetrating, as though he were analyzing your every movement, every breath. It was unnerving, but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Eventually, you finished, sitting back to assess your work. His wounds were bandaged, and the bleeding had stopped, though his form still radiated a faint, pulsing light that suggested he was far from fully healed. You leaned back, exhausted but satisfied that you’d done all you could.

You took a step back, wiping your hands on a towel. “Okay. That should help. If you need anything, let me know. You should get as much rest as possible.”

He scoffed, turning his head away as if to dismiss you, yet he didn’t argue. Instead, he shifted, reclining further into the bed, his exhaustion evident as he closed his optics, his breathing gradually evening out.

You lingered in the doorway, watching creature's chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm as he drifted off. The night’s events played through your mind, leaving you with a sense of wonder and a touch of fear. Tomorrow, you knew, would bring questions—maybe even conflict. But for now, exhaustion took over, and with one last glance at your strange guest, you turned away, letting sleep pull you into a restless slumber filled with thoughts of what awaited you both.

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[eleonoraalbright]

 Happy Thoughts

Pairing: Peter Pan x fem!reader

Summary: You think of a bit of an embarrassing (but happy) thought to fly when Peter Pan shares some of his pixie dust. Fortunately for you, he seems to have his suspicions of what it is.

You shifted your position on the damp ground. A heavy dew covered grass and dirt underneath, making it uncomfortable to stay sitting in one place for too long. A rare, peaceful silence reigned over the early morning of the island, punctured only by a Neverbird’s solemn cries on the distant shores every few minutes.

Not even a jaguar’s yowling was heard to disturb the tranquility that blanketed the jungle. Your eyes darted around the forested area, waiting for a single action that would change the quiet environment into the wild and tumultuous atmosphere once again.

Nothing happened, causing your apprehensiveness to increase second by second. You blew out a long breath to calm your frayed nerves and focused on your task. Your spear shaft had split in two the day before when fishing; it broke when you slipped on the slick rocks in the river and fell on the weapon.

Repairing the spear was tedious, but you counted yourself lucky that it was a broken spear and not a broken rib instead. Such an injury would be a death sentence here in Pan’s kingdom as he wasn’t the most caring person when it came to tending to the wounded.

You jumped slightly when a strong hand gripped your shoulder. You glanced to your left to see none other than Peter Pan himself. His lips were twisted in his usual sly smirk; he seemed to take enjoyment from startling you.

You tilted your head away from him in an effort to put distance between you two. Were your eyes playing tricks on you in the dim light, or did he move an inch closer to close the gap? 

He said in a low voice, “You’re rather tense today.”

You gave him a halfhearted smile. “Gotta stay vigilant to keep outta trouble.”

“That’s probably a good attitude to have here.” He edged near and his lips brushed against your ear as he continued, “Still where’s the fun in not getting into any trouble?”

You grinned back. “Now’s the time for work, not trouble–” You held up your splintered weapon. “–Unless you wanted to play a trick on the boys while they’re sleeping?”

“No, not this morning. I came here because I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay, what is it?” You placed your broken spear on the ground and stood up, dusting off your clothes. When Pan asked someone to do a task, it came first. To your surprise, he offered his hand to you. You took it with a little hesitation as he had never done this before.

His fingers intertwined with your own and he led you away from the slumbering camp. He followed a well-beaten trail which you realized led to the cliffs on the Eastern side of the island. He talked as you both plodded along the path. 

“Are you familiar with pixie dust?”

You racked your brain for any possible information on the subject so as not to appear ignorant in front of your leader. “Uh, fairies make it and it’s important?”

“That is the general gist, but do you know why it’s valued?” You shook your head no. Why was he asking you these questions? Did he have a plan involving pixie dust? While pondering a feasible reason for his sudden interest, you came out of the jungle to the cliffs.

Pan released his grip on your hand and breathed in the ocean’s salty air. Clouds stretched across the horizon, blocking the dawn’s rays. You heard the waves crash far, far below. It was a magnificent sight to behold. Pan spoke which caused your attention to snap back to him. “Do you?”

“Um, I’ve heard rumors that it can find gold or silver if sprinkled over a pickax.” 

“That’s rubbish.” The visceral disgust with which he said it made you wince. Well, that had been the wrong thing to say; it’d be best to keep silent except when you knew the answer for certain. “It gives one the power to fly.” You gasped at the information. The ability to fly, how wonderful! 

You had often daydreamed of soaring in the sky like the birds did. Why was he telling you this? Was it possible that he had acquired some? As if in answer to your unsaid question, Pan untied an unremarkable pouch from his belt and raised it to eye level. “As it happens our dear friends, Hook and his crew, have procured some for my use.”

“That’s great, but what’s this got to do with me?”

“That’s what I like about you, wasting no time and always getting to the heart of the issue.” Pan tossed the pouch in the air and caught it. “Once you pour the dust over yourself, you must think of a happy thought to fly. Would you like to try it?” Wow, you didn’t think he’d offer. You opened your mouth to say yes, but paused.

You would love to fly, swoop in and out of the clouds, and see the entire island from high above. It was too good to be true. Peter Pan didn’t seem like the type to share such a glorious experience. What was the catch? He must have noticed your misgivings because he said, “Do you think it would be wise to rebuff my generosity?”

You took the hint (or threat) and reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of green glittery dust. You pondered on Pan’s next instruction: Think of a happy thought. You liked romping around with the Lost Boys, but was that a happy enough thought?

You liked laying on the beach, soaking up the warm sunshine. That was restful, but were you truly happy or just content? It wouldn’t do if you messed up this opportunity by not thinking of a happy enough thought. Pan wouldn’t be pleased if you wasted his pixie dust. You cleared your throat. “Does it have to be a happy memory or…”

“It doesn’t have to be a memory, just a happy thought. What’s the first one that comes to you?”

Your gaze fell upon his lips and the thought of him kissing you flew into your mind. Butterflies flitted around in your stomach; if that wasn’t a happy thought then you weren’t sure what was. Smiling, you flung the dust on yourself and concentrated on the thought of Peter pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

You felt a tingling sensation overtake your entire body. It was as if a dozen feathers danced over your skin, causing goosebumps, and a laugh escaped you at the ticklish feeling. You floated a few feet up in the air. It was similar to how you floated in the water, but a thousand times lighter. 

You twirled in circles and moved your arms in a swimming motion to move forward. You maneuvered over the cliffs, looking down at the ocean below. Peter grinned at the sight and he sprinkled some dust onto himself as well.

He started to hover in midair too and taking your hand, flew higher up. You and Pan glided through the sky; the jungle beneath you was a dark green mass with colorful spots of flora sprouting up at random. 

You spied what you assumed was a wolf pack drinking from a small pool of water, and the camp where the Lost Boys were now waking up. You swept past the tree tops and heard the monkeys chattering in surprise at the fliers.

Pan pointed upwards and flew higher and higher up until he was lost among the clouds. You followed him the best you could, but it was clear that he had more experience with this. 

Seeing his boot poking out of a bunch of clouds, you flew towards it. As you came closer, he popped out to drag you into the cloud, thus soaking your clothes. He let go and disappeared again. It became a game of hide and seek, Peter concealing himself within the cloud puffs and you attempting to catch him. During the game you and Peter came across a flock of birds you had never seen before. 

They were about your size and had long, thin beaks. Their plumage was a dazzling rainbow ranging from a deep scarlet to a pale lilac color. Peter plucked a feather from one of the poor birds who gave a loud squawk and tried to peck him. Paying it no mind, Peter gave the feather to you. Thanking him, you stuck it in your hair and soared off to plunge once more into the clouds. 

After a while, you were out of breath from the exertion of flying. Who knew it would be this tiring. You decided to lay on your back and simply float and he joined.

It was so relaxing you didn’t notice the pixie dust wearing off, however, Peter did. Enjoying the weightlessness and the tropical breeze blowing by, your eyes closed and you slipped into a light nap as he carried you down. 

While Pan hung a few feet above the ground, he looked at your dozing form and dropped you. Landing with a big thump on the ground, you woke up. “Ow!” You rubbed the back of your head where you felt a small bump already growing.

Pan smiled as he lowered himself with far more gentleness. That’s what you get for falling asleep in Pan’s arms. You were just lucky he didn’t drop you from a greater height. 

Peter snickered and sat down next to you. “Have a good time?” 

“I did. The last bit was a bit abrupt, but all the same… Thank you, Pan, for sharing the pixie dust with me. It was a terrific thing to be flying and I’ll never forget it.” You were positive that every night after this would be spent trying to recapture the absolute dream that this morning was. 

“I’m glad it worked. I wasn’t sure if Hook was telling the truth about the dust. I half expected it to turn you into a worm.” It wasn’t shocking to know he used you as a test subject; this wasn’t the first time nor would it be the last, such was the price to live in Pan’s domain. You were never safe in Neverland but that didn’t mean there wasn’t any fun to be found. He asked, “Tell me, what was your happy thought?”

You froze at the innocent question. You had to lie to him. It would be disastrous if Pan discovered your happy thought was locking lips with him. Pretending to be indifferent, you stretched yourself on the grass and answered him. “A big feast. One with lots of good food.”

Pan scoffed, “Food? Really? That was your happy thought.”

“What? Food can’t bring happiness? Food’s delicious and you can’t survive without it. Anyway, it worked, didn’t it?”

“Granted, it can bring happiness but not the amount that the pixie dust requires. Do you wish to know mine?” You shook your head no and began to say that you didn’t when he drew nearer. He placed his hands on either side of your reclined body.

He said, “I thought of you.” Your eyes widened at his confession and your astonishment grew as he continued saying, “Your smile in particular. Did you know that it's the most beautiful sight in Neverland? Not even the mermaids can hold a candle to it and they’re quite the charmers too you know.” His head dipped lower until his lips were a hair’s breadth away from yours. 

You remained motionless in case the smallest movement should have him reconsider the action he was seconds away from doing. Your eyes fluttered close as Peter pressed his lips against yours in a delicate kiss. Your heart was beating so fast it seemed it would burst from all the excitement and ecstasy it was experiencing. 

The kiss was exactly as you had imagined it would be but better because it was no longer a silly fantasy to be indulged in late at night when you were alone. This was reality; the most marvelous reality ever. Feeling him start to pull back, you cupped the back of his head to prolong the kiss. You wouldn’t be satisfied by a mere peck. Peter had no qualms about this and even grazed his tongue along your bottom lip. 

He sank down so his body was parallel to yours. You encircled your arms around his neck to bring him closer. How long you remained there, coiled within each other's heated embrace was a mystery. It felt all too short yet the longest period of your life. A rustle from the bushes caused you two to break apart. 

The wind picked up and a strong gust rushed through the forest. You cursed the stupid air currents for their poor timing. You would have wanted to carry on with kissing except Peter took the opportunity to say, “Are you still sure it was food you thought of to fly?”

You ran your fingers through his hair which had been your dream for a long while. “It seems there is no keeping secrets from you, Peter Pan.” In this one instance, you were grateful for his insatiable desire to know all the going ons in his island.

“You could have been honest with me the first time I asked. We needn't have gone through this to have the truth.” Peter rolled over to his side and traced the outline of your nose and the curves of your lips.

“Yes, but I prefer it this way, don’t you?”

His only response was another kiss.

[kyrsse]

I got a person in my closet!

Chapter 1 Year 2025 She was captivated by the symphony of crashing waves against the rugged rocks, she translates the vibrant hues of the coastal scene onto her canvas. The salty sea breeze, a constant companion, whispered through the open window, filling her room with the invigorating scent of the ocean. Lost in the rhythmic dance of brushstrokes, she painted in serene silence until an unexpected intrusion shattered the tranquility. "How do you expect anyone to buy those?" Evelyn gestured dramatically towards the unfinished canvas, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, people these days are all about modern art." She settled beside you, a comfortable silence falling between you. You shrugged, a faint smile playing on your lips. "It's not about selling them, Evelyn. I just... I like to paint. It helps me unwind, you know?" You searched for the right words, your gaze drifting towards the clock ticking away on the wall. "It's a way to pass the time," you finally admitted, returning your attention to the canvas and gently applying another stroke of color. "Well, instead of just painting to pass the time, why don't you try creating something that people actually want? Especially if you want to truly impress your father," Evelyn suggested, a hint of challenge in her voice. "Have you forgotten that you were the one who suggested this whole thing in the first place?" Evelyn laughed nervously, the amusement quickly fading from her eyes. "Well, people change, you know! It's practically a universal law." Evelyn stated, her gaze unwavering. "I'm going to get some fresh air," You announced, rising to your feet. "You're being awfully loud." You left the room, needing a break from the commotion. The salty air beckoned, and she found herself drawn to the shore, the rhythmic crashing of waves a soothing counterpoint to the noise she'd just escaped.

He glided through the ocean, as he always did, his senses alert for lost treasures or the glint of something precious beneath the waves. Suddenly, a dazzling sparkle caught his eye, emanating from the shore above. Curiosity piqued, he ascended, his powerful tail transforming into human legs as he broke the surface. A grin spread across his face, quickly replaced by a jolt of panic. He was completely naked! The thought of someone stumbling upon him in this state sent shivers down his spine. He looked for the nearest pool he could find and immediately dived in, His tail returning to its original form. She strolled along the shore, the breathtaking view a constant companion. Then, she noticed something unusual in the water, a figure moving just beneath the surface. She ignored it, thinking it was just one of the kids engaged in a typical "who can hold their breath the longest" contest. She continued her walk. In the water, his heart hammered against his ribs. He was close to being discovered. It was her. He cautiously peered up, his gaze drawn to the woman above. The sunlight filtering through the water bathed her skin in a golden glow, the wind playfully tousling her long hair. After a refreshing dip, she returned to her hotel room. Intrigued, he couldn't resist the urge to follow her, his curiosity piqued. You were deep in concentration, lost in the rhythm of the brushstrokes when a series of loud bangs shattered the silence. "Evelyn!" she yelled, her voice sharp with irritation. "Could you please keep it down? I'm trying to focus here!" No response was heard. But then, the banging resumed louder this time, a chilling sense of dread creeping over her. This wasn't Evelyn. This sounded like an intruder. Fear lent a newfound urgency to her movements as she snatched the baseball bat stashed behind the couch and cautiously made her way toward the source of the noise. Scattered across the hallway lay a trail of debris: overturned furniture, shattered vases, a cascade of hotel linens. The banging intensified, originating from her closet. Heart pounding, She raised the bat, her grip tightening. With a deep breath, she flung open the closet door. A figure leaped out, scrambling for cover behind the small cabinet. She gasped. It was a grown-ass man, his face pale and contorted with fear. He was wearing her favorite oversized hoodie, the metal clothes hanger still dangling behind his head. You leveled the bat at him, her gaze fierce. "What in the world are you doing in my closet? Are you some pervert, here to... sniff my clothes?!" The stranger remained silent, his eyes darting nervously away from her. She noticed his left hand closed tightly as if he was hiding something. “Hey, what’s that you’re hiding?” She asked. "Answer me!" She demanded, her voice rising. "Or I'm calling the police. I don't want more commotion here in my room. " He still wouldn't speak, his hands clenched tightly. Her eyes fell upon her closet. The cabinet containing her undergarments was wide open. A gasp escaped her lips. She turned back to the man, her eyes blazing. "You pervert!" she roared, bringing the bat down on his head with a resounding thud. He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. His hand lets go of the item. A berry. A fucking little piece of berry.

Year 1492

The water shines from the reflection of the moon and the flaring stones above the sky. Water flowing quietly, different kinds of sea creatures can be seen from the clear water. The air blows to her face as she admires the night. But then, a splash was heard. The captured merman swam back to the deep blue ocean, enjoying the clear water against his skin once again. Yuei observes the free merman living his life then he rises from the water to thank her properly. "There is no need, I just did what is right and you don't deserve to be trapped and used for one's needs." She declared and kneeled to have a better look at him, admiring the sapphire scales enveloping the sides of his neck and arms. "You're different...very different from the rest. Humans are nothing but avaricious creatures, and never once have I ever met someone with a pure heart like yours." The merman responds as he clings to the boat. "And it is also my first time seeing someone so unique as you...If you don't mind, How may I address you?" "Qi yu, Your Highness" The woman felt something oddly familiar the moment he heard him mention his name... "Qi yu...Qi yu... Are you sure this is our first meeting? Because I feel like I already heard that name before." Qi yu only chuckles. "Am I that famous that Your Highness already knows my name?" She let out a small laugh, and there was silence afterward. Then he spoke again. "A human named me."

few years ago

"Qi Yu! I'll name you Qi Yu." The little girl spoke happily after naming her new friend."What does it mean?" He leaned in forward, curious to know about his new name.The little girl giggles and puts her hand on his chest where his heart is. "Happy encounter... I am very happy right now because you saved my heart. You gave it another chance to beat.. another chance for me to live.""From now on play with me instead! Those kids are not good influencers, and if they ever try to harm you again I'll cover for you!" she blushes, this is the first time she ever made a friend like him. Most of them are just after her because of her father, but this stranger who barely knows her is ready to risk for her.Yuei smiles sweetly at his words, heart beating fast as if it were about to explode. "Okay, I'll play with you. Let's meet here in this exact spot every day okay?"The little girl and Qi Yu meet each other every single day. They both share stories and other amazing things about their two different worlds. The more they both spent time together, the more they fell in love. There hasn't been a day that they didn't see each other. The little girl always escapes from her parents, as well as the Lemurian who was forbidden to go to the surface, but they both didn't care less. They were both ready to sacrifice everything just to be in each other's arms.A few years passed and everything was still the same as before not until one day, as always the girl came to meet Qi Yu who was already waiting for her. His tail was splashing with water to pass the time, waiting excitedly to meet her again as he was about to confess his feelings. The girl sat beside him with a frown painted all over her face, it didn't take too long for him to notice and asks her what happened."Qi Yu... In another life, I hope that we can be together...happy together. Living our lives without a care in the world." She looks at him, tears starting to form in her eyes. "I love you... I know this is wrong but I couldn't help it..""Hey hey, why are you crying..I didn't say anything yet, plus I came here to tell you about how I feel too, but I guess you wanted to go first." He chuckles and hugs her, calming her down.

"There's no need for another lifetime when we can be together in this life? If you'll wait for me for a little longer... we can stay together forever." He pulled back from the hug and looked at her in the eyes. Her frown was still there and tears flowed from her cheeks.

"T-that's not... Qi Yu... I'm getting married. I'll need to give my heart to another man and it's not you."

His heart sank from her words. No... He couldn't let this happen, there's no way he was letting that happen.

"W-why?? Did I do something wrong??.. Please tell me, I'll change for you just don't do this." He begged and kneeled in front of her.

"No! It's not you, father arranged me with another man. Believe me, I tried everything but nothing worked. I'm so sorry..."

"Let's run away together, you and me. Just wait for me for a few more years and we'll go somewhere far away. They said I could grow human legs when I become an adult. We can still be happy my love!"

"I can't. If I run away from home, Father will be alone, and can't bear seeing him broken and if we run away where are we going to go huh? Guards would come looking for me and bring me back home if they found me. You don't know anything about my world and I don't know anything about being independent either." she cried while he just stared at her blankly. "Love... I'm ready to sacrifice everything for you but my father is more important. Please understand."

His eyes soften, if this is what's best for her then he's willing to do anything.

"M-maybe we're just not made for each other... I'm human and you're not. I can't live in the waters and you can't live on land. We're just too different, we're both born in different worlds and--" "Enough." He cuts her off.

"If that's what's best for you then I'm fine with you marrying another man, but it looks like you want me to leave so badly-" "No! I-Im just...""Save it, you didn't need to say those words. I guess I was wrong about you." He swam back into the ocean without saying goodbye or looking back. The loud splashing waters muted her cries. They were both too young to fight for their love.

That was their last meeting and they never saw each other again.

AO3

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[sanccharine]

15:14 | ny

pjo au

pairing: daughter of poseidon!nayeon x child of medea!reader

genre: angst

word count: 0.5k

warnings: none :]  

a/n: actually no idea what this is but enjoy ? definitely filled with errors <3 also i say medea, though it could be any magic/sorcery based god/goddess – in my head more circe and hecate and pasiphae type

You stand by the pier, watching dark waters move into the sand, pulling as it smoothens the land, before then receding back into its original form. 

Perhaps, you shouldn’t have come. 

Nayeon watches you with a frown. Her lustrous dark hair, stray strands whipping past her face with the salty wind even when she’s tucked it behind both ears. She usually hates it when it isn’t in place as she prefers, though for some reason, she does not bother to tie her hair back. 

“You’re certain?” She asks, her voice small, barely audible in the night. 

You look away from the waves that flatten the sand and up into her determined gaze. Her eyes were a well of emotions; frustration, hope��desperation. When she looks at you like that, you wonder how you ever find it in yourself to say no to her. But then, you also loathe it, how she weaponizes your weakness for her. Moments like this make you wonder why you even let her convince you, talk to you. 

Though, you suppose that's what the sea is like. An unpredictable force, a nasty current that pulls and drags you under if you are not careful. That was Nayeon. 

“Please,” she steps towards you at the same time you take a step back. A dance the pair of you have perfected. “Please.”

Nayeon’s frown deepens. When her pleading goes unanswered, her feelings of desperation give way to the simmering frustration just beneath the surface. Anyone can tell, Nayeon wears her expressions with no masks. You can tell just from the way she pursed her lips, her jaw locking in place as her eyes darken, growing stormy, just by a fraction. 

Besides, look at the water; almost glowing under the light of the full moon, the tides increasing in speed just enough the sea foam begins to froth as it crashes into stray rocks, eroding them into sand before your very eyes. 

Nayeon asks again with her hand extending out to fill the chasm between you. 

“Please come with me,” she pleads like no child of Poseidon should. “Please.” 

When you only stare at her hand, Nayeon tries one last time. 

“I can’t do this without you.” 

The sounds of waves crashing against the shore, against the pier, fills your mind. 

The smell of salt stings your senses, making you teary-eyed…yes, the salt. 

The biting cold of the droplets that fall at your bare feet reminds you where you stand…in front of whom you stand. 

“I can’t do this with you.” 

You don’t give her a chance to speak. To yell. To convince. 

To drag you in like the current she is. 

With a snap of your fingers, the mist hides Nayeon completely from your vision. And in turn, you from her. Powerful enough, it could be an illusion…powerful enough, a child of Poseidon wouldn’t be able to take a step forward to find you. 

You don’t take pride in tricking her—protecting her—whatever you think it is you’re doing. But it is something you must do. 

When the ocean comes to a near still, the waves half the force they’d just been…you knew this would be the last you’d see of Nayeon.   

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a/n: i might like writing guys, that's crazyyyyyy anygays hope you have a good day/night :]

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[suguwu]

Mer!jing yuan save me … mer!jing yuan … save me mer!jing yuan

listen i know this is a meme but—

gn!reader, shipwrecks, yandere. minors and ageless blogs dni.

he's been watching the ship.

it moves smoothly through the waters, parts the waves and leaves a quiet trail in its wake. the sails ripple with the wind, a disturbed pond, until they balloon out, full-bellied like the moon. it's well-made, the ship, and well-loved. jing yuan has seen enough ships to know.

and its captain is just as loved.

he's seen how your men respond to you, the way they laugh merrily but follow your orders without question. they cheer your name after you take the helm during a summer storm, the hungry sea breaking against the hull, lightning forking through the sky. after the storm passes, you stand on the deck, chest heaving. the sun peeks out from behind the distant clouds, and you turn your face up towards the watery light. it burnishes you, warms your wet figure into something more.

the ship sails on.

jing yuan follows.

it's easy to keep up despite the wind catching in the sails, his powerful tail coiling and bunching with muscle as he swims, the scales shining like moonlight beneath the water. he keeps his distance, for now.

the ocean favors you, he thinks, with the way sea spray kisses your lips like a lover, catches in your hair, crystalline droplets crowning you. the salt gleams on your skin when you're on deck, glittering in the sunlight as you weave your way through the deckhands.

he has heard the sirens before, the wailing echo of their enchanting song, and he hears them in your voice. it draws him near, closer than he should, peeking out of the water like the moon rising over the horizon to watch you as you get ready for bed, your windows open wide to the expanse of the sea. he watches, and watches, and watches.

the sound of your voice sinks into his bones, slips silken through his blood. he would know it anywhere, can unwind the thread of it from the patchwork quilt of the sea shanties you sing with your crew. he contemplates speaking to you, but he can wait. he knows the path you are taking, his fingertips weaving a current. he knows where it ends.

jing yuan knows patience well.

your laugh shimmers like moonlight on the water as you dance a jig with your first mate, bouncing merrily. the sea laps at the hull of your ship, peaceful and sweet, belaying the tempest it can whip into.

he can taste the storm coming.

it hits that night, the bruised clouds swallowing down the moon, the sea churning, white-capped waves like teeth. the ship is buffeted by the howling wind, sent skipping forward as you yell to your crew, voice firm. it is only because he knows you so well that he can recognize the waver to it.

the storm grows.

it catches the ship in its teeth, drags it to and fro like a dog with a bone. you yell until your voice goes hoarse, rasps like the waves against the pebbles of the shore. the ship keels under the press of a hungry wave. jing yuan hums to himself, the sound lost to the storm, and dives.

beneath the roiling surface, the ocean welcomes him, the currents tickling against his powerful body as he keeps pace with the ship. the current he'd spun swirls around him like a tapestry, warm and familiar.

it does not take long to see them.

his mother the sea has whittled the rocks into gravemakers to feed her unceasing hunger. beneath the surface lies the wreckage of several ships, rotting in the ocean's maw. they are barnacled, wicked-mouthed things, the gravemaker rocks, pointed like spears and dark enough to meld with the ocean's blackened surface. the current ripples around them.

they rend your ship asunder.

they tear through the wood like teeth to meat, ripping through the hull with a ravenous bite. the sea howls her delight as the hull splinters; the water rushes in, eager to devour. as he surfaces, watching, waiting, jing yuan can hear your voice pitched with fervor, lined with a well-hidden panic.

a wave rises and crashes into the ship, pinning it further onto the rocks. the hull gives. it folds into itself like a paper crane crushed in clumsy fingers; the water swallows it.

jing yuan knows the second you hit the water.

he calls the current to him, following its beckoning fingers with just a few pulses of his powerful tail. he surfaces to find you floating amid the wreckage, blood seeping from a few scrapes and scratches.

he hums and gathers you into his arms; lets the warmth of your skin sink into him. you stir for only a breath before sinking back into unconsciousness. but your heartbeat is strong and steady.

jing yuan wraps himself around you and dives again. he has been patient enough.

this is always where your path was leading.

[librababe99]

Storms of Vengeance

cw: MDNI, 18+, Young! Erik Lehnsherr Mutant! Reader, emotional and psychological manipulation, sexual themes, toxic relationships Word count: 1.6K Summary: You're a powerful weather mutant, caught in the magnetic pull of Erik Lehnsherr, a man consumed by his vision of mutant supremacy. As the storm rages around you, so does the undeniable tension between you both. Will you join him in shaping a new world, or will you resist the storm within and unleash your vengeance?

A/N: Alright no one asked for this.. BUT i'll be honest if young! Charles doesn't have a grip on me its definitely Erik <3 Also yes, I gave the reader similar powers to Ororo (love her btw!). I felt like it worked perfectly, adding to the complexity and moral ambiguity of two powerful individuals "falling in love". I use that loosely...lol...

(Marvel Masterlist)

The wind howled, whipping against your skin as you stood at the edge of the cliff. Below, the ocean churned violently, black waves crashing against jagged rocks. Thunder rumbled overhead, as if the heavens themselves were embroiled in the war that had just taken place. You could still taste blood in the air, feel the adrenaline that had carried you through the battle coursing through your veins.

But the fight wasn’t over. Not yet.

Erik Lehnsherr stood behind you, his presence as heavy as the storm that surrounded you both. He hadn’t said anything since the skirmish ended, but you could feel his eyes on you, as constant and unrelenting as the rain that soaked your clothes. You were a mystery to him, and that made you dangerous.

He had always been drawn to power—first for survival, then for vengeance. And now, his hunger had evolved into something far more insidious: domination. You were his equal in power, though neither of you had admitted it. He could command metal, bend the very earth around him with a flick of his wrist. You commanded the weather—thunder, lightning, wind, and rain—your power could rip apart the sky itself.

It was no coincidence that a storm brewed when the two of you were near. The atmosphere mirrored the tension, the volatile energy that sparked between you. But there was something more beneath the surface, something neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

“Another victory,” Erik said, his voice cutting through the wind. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a long shadow even in the dim light of the storm. “Another step toward our cause.”

The "cause." It was all Erik ever spoke of. The Brotherhood, mutant supremacy, his grand vision of a new world where mutants ruled and humans bowed before them. But there was something in his tone tonight that unsettled you.

You turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his face in stark relief. His sharp features looked even more dangerous in the half-light, his eyes glinting like steel.

“Is that all this is to you?” you asked, your voice low but strong, cutting through the wind and rain. “Another victory? Another step toward a war you can’t win?”

Erik’s lips curled into a cold, humorless smile. He stepped closer still, his boots sinking into the wet earth. You could feel the magnetic field radiating from him, pulling on the metal debris scattered around the battlefield. Even the earth seemed to respond to his will.

“We are winning, my dear,” Erik replied smoothly, his eyes gleaming. “The humans are crumbling. Their resistance is futile, and soon they will be nothing more than relics of a past we will bury. You’ve seen it yourself—how they flee before us. They know their time is up.”

You clenched your fists, feeling the storm respond to your growing frustration. The wind picked up, swirling around the two of you, and rain lashed harder against your skin. The clouds above thickened, rolling in darker and more menacing than before.

“And you think that’s victory?” you demanded, stepping toward him, closing the gap between you. “Killing them? Burning their cities? Is that the future you want for our kind?”

Erik’s eyes flashed with something dangerous, something dark and cold that made your breath hitch. He reached out suddenly, his gloved fingers brushing against your cheek, and despite the chill in the air, his touch was almost warm.

“What I want,” Erik said, his voice soft but filled with a dark intensity, “is a world where our kind is no longer hunted. A world where we are no longer afraid. And I will destroy anyone who stands in the way of that future.”

His fingers lingered on your skin, and you felt a pull—like gravity, like the storm itself was reaching out to you, as though Erik’s very presence had somehow woven itself into the tempest. Your pulse quickened despite yourself, and the heat between your bodies grew, like a fire stoked by the raging winds.

“I know you feel it,” Erik continued, his hand slipping to your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. His voice was lower now, more intimate. “You know what we could achieve together. You’re powerful—more powerful than you let on. I’ve seen it in the way the skies bend to your will, the way the winds obey your command. We could be gods, you and I. Or…” He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Or you can remain my most dangerous weakness.”

You inhaled sharply, the tension between you palpable. His words wrapped around you, tightening like a vice. You knew what he was offering. Power. Partnership. A future forged in fire and blood. Erik wasn’t just asking you to join him—he was asking you to surrender to him. To let him in, to allow the force of his vision to consume you.

The storm surged around you, lightning cracking through the sky, illuminating the battlefield for a split second. You felt the storm respond to your emotions, the air thick with static, the winds howling in tandem with your inner turmoil.

Could you trust him? Could you stand beside him, knowing the darkness that lived in his heart?

Erik’s hand tightened on your jaw, his thumb brushing your lips in a way that made your heart race. “You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispered, his voice softening. “You and I, we’re the same. We’ve both been broken by this world. But together, we can remake it.”

Your mind screamed at you to resist, to fight back, to remind him that you weren’t his to command. But your body—your body betrayed you. There was something intoxicating about Erik’s power, something magnetic about the way he looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered. The storm outside paled in comparison to the storm inside you.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you whispered, your voice shaky, betraying the emotions swirling inside. “But I will not be your pawn.”

Erik’s eyes darkened, his hand sliding down from your jaw to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat in a possessive grip. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but the promise was there, the unspoken threat lingering in the air between you.

“Who said anything about being a pawn?” Erik murmured, his lips dangerously close to yours. “I don’t want to control you. I want to unleash you.”

The storm intensified, lightning striking the ground dangerously close to where you both stood. The rain beat down harder, as if nature itself was crying out in protest to the madness that surrounded you. But all you could focus on was Erik—his eyes locked onto yours, the heat of his body pressing against yours.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps as Erik’s thumb brushed the sensitive skin of your throat, his other hand resting against your waist. The tension was unbearable, the storm inside you colliding with the storm outside. You knew that once you gave in, there would be no turning back.

In that moment, something inside you snapped.

Without thinking, you grabbed Erik’s hand, pulling him closer, your lips crashing against his in a kiss that was as violent as it was desperate. The storm answered in kind, thunder booming overhead, lightning splitting the sky in jagged streaks of white-hot energy. Erik responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you with a possessive hunger, as if he had been waiting for this moment as long as you had.

His lips were cold at first, but they warmed quickly, the heat between you building until it felt like the storm wasn’t just around you but within you. Erik’s hands were everywhere—on your waist, on your back, in your hair—each touch sending shockwaves through your body.

You pushed against him, forcing him back toward the cliff's edge, the rain-soaked ground slippery beneath your feet. He let you lead, let you push him, but you both knew he could stop you at any moment if he wanted. This was his power, his control, but for now, he let you have the illusion of it.

When you finally broke the kiss, your chest was heaving, and Erik’s eyes were blazing with something dark and primal. The storm raged around you both, rain drenching your clothes, but neither of you cared.

Erik’s hand tightened on your waist, pulling you flush against him as he whispered in your ear, “Do you see it now? The power we could wield together?”

You bit your lip, trying to ignore the way his words made your heart race, made your blood sing with the temptation of it. You could feel the storm inside you reaching a breaking point, a chaotic force begging to be unleashed.

“I see it,” you admitted, your voice barely audible over the wind. “But I don’t trust you, Erik.”

His grip on you tightened, his eyes narrowing. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, might lose the facade of control. But then, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Trust is irrelevant,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with dark promise. “What matters is power. And you, my dear, have more of it than you realize.”

Before you could respond, Erik’s hand shot out, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into another kiss—this one rougher, more demanding. His teeth grazed your lip, and you gasped into his mouth, feeling the raw intensity of his desire radiating from him like heat.

He wanted you—body and power alike. The realization hit you like a punch to the gut, the weight of it settling deep in your chest.

[rafecamerons-national-anthem]

ECHOES OF THE FUTURE-PAUL ATREIDES

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 On Caladan’s shores, Paul Atreides and the reader share a quiet moment, where Paul opens up about his burdens and visions. They find comfort in each other’s company, expressing a shared hope for a future together despite the uncertainty ahead.

𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨𓆨

The sky above Caladan was painted with streaks of orange and gold as the sun began its descent toward the horizon. The air was crisp, and the salty scent of the ocean filled your lungs as you walked alongside Paul, your footsteps soft against the weather-worn rocks beneath you. The cliffs of Caladan loomed like silent sentinels, watching over the vast expanse of water that stretched endlessly to the edge of the world.

The ocean waves crashed rhythmically, their sound both soothing and powerful, echoing in the stillness of the early evening. The light was beginning to fade, casting the landscape in a soft, golden hue. You could feel the cool breeze tugging at your hair, the warmth of Paul’s presence beside you grounding you in this fleeting moment of peace.

Paul’s gaze was fixed on the horizon, his sharp features bathed in the last remnants of sunlight. His expression, usually so intense and calculating, seemed softer in this moment, as though the weight of his destiny had momentarily loosened its grip on him. The golden tint in his eyes, a sign of his prescient visions, glimmered faintly in the fading light.

You watched him, feeling an ache deep inside. There was so much he carried, so much he had to bear. The fate of his house, his people, the impossible burden of being the Kwisatz Haderach, it all rested on his shoulders. Yet in this quiet moment, walking along the shores of his childhood home, he seemed like any other young man, contemplating the future.

You glanced at him, wondering if he ever had time to simply, be.

"Is it always like this for you?" you asked softly, your voice barely rising above the sound of the waves. "This...knowing things before they happen?"

Paul slowed his pace, then stopped, turning to face you. His eyes met yours, searching, as though trying to measure the depth of your question. He shook his head slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"It's not so simple," he murmured. "Sometimes I wish I didn't know. Sometimes I wish I could just...live without seeing everything that comes next." His voice faltered slightly, revealing a vulnerability that was rarely visible. "But then I see you, and I wonder if I should have seen this. If I was always meant to be here, with you."

You swallowed hard at the sincerity in his words, your heart skipping a beat. The connection between you both was undeniable, even in a moment as quiet as this one. You reached out, placing your hand gently on his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. The touch was simple, yet it spoke volumes, a silent promise that no matter the uncertainty of the future, you would be there.

Paul looked down at your hand, his expression softening even further. His gaze lingered on yours for a long moment, as if he were memorizing the way the fading light caught the strands of your hair, the way your eyes shimmered with unspoken thoughts.

"You’re the one thing I didn’t see coming," he whispered, his voice almost a breath. His hand reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. "And yet, now that I’ve found you...I can’t imagine my life without you."

The confession hung in the air between you, a fragile thing, but full of weight. You could see the vulnerability in his eyes now, the vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to witness. Paul, the heir to House Atreides, the chosen one, the boy who would lead his people to greatness, was for once, just Paul. And he needed you, just as much as you needed him.

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with affection. "I can’t imagine it either," you said, your voice steady, even though you could feel your pulse racing in your chest. "I don’t know what the future holds, Paul. I can’t see it the way you do. But...when I look at you, I see someone who deserves peace. And love. And a future that isn’t filled with war."

Paul’s eyes softened at your words, and he stepped closer, closing the distance between you until there was barely any space left. The warmth of his body radiated against yours, and for a moment, all the noise of the world fell away, leaving only the sound of your breaths and the rhythm of the ocean.

"What do you see when you look at the future?" Paul asked, his voice low and intense, but there was a softness to it now, an earnestness that tugged at your heart.

You looked up at him, your chest tight with emotion. The future, for both of you, was uncertain. There were battles yet to be fought, decisions that would shape the galaxy, the very course of history. But in this moment, with him standing before you, the answer was simple.

You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb gently brushing the edge of his jaw. "I see us," you said, your voice unwavering. "I see us standing together, no matter what comes." Your heart felt full, bursting with the weight of your words, but it felt right. It felt true.

Paul’s eyes searched yours, and for a long, breathless moment, neither of you spoke. The world seemed to pause, as if waiting for the right moment to continue. Finally, Paul’s lips parted in a slow, tender smile, and his hand found its way to your own, his fingers curling around yours.

"You’re the only certainty I have," he said softly, his voice filled with a quiet reverence. "And that’s enough for me."

You could feel your heart swell at his words, and without thinking, you leaned in, pressing your forehead gently to his. The warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, it was enough. In this vast, uncertain world, this moment of connection, you found peace.

For once, the future didn’t matter. Not when you had this, this quiet, intimate piece of time with the one person who made everything else fade into the background. You stood together, in the fading light of Caladan’s shores, knowing that whatever the future held, you would face it side by side.

And for now, that was enough.

[procyonloser]

"I'll show you," Adam promised Sera, the woman who had raised him all these years. "I'll come back with gold and jewels, spices and the finest linens."

Sera tried to sit up, but her health was failing her. She'd not been back to the water in far too long, and it showed on her body. She'd grown gaunt, eyes sunken in - not that Adam would ever know the true reason. He'd never forgive her if he found out what she was, not after how his parents had died.

"Adam, the sea is treacherous, your crew is inexperienced-" She tried to tell him, but he was already letting the door to their shack fall closed; he only had eyes on the water and the promise of what lay beyond it. Sera knew better than anyone, there were hands waiting out there in the depths, waiting to grab hold of young men with strong ambitions.

Adam coughed, spluttering as his head breached the water surface. He was trying to find his bearings, but the clouds covered the stars and the moon, and the sea was rough. It pushed and pulled him, crashing over his head and shoulders again and again. The skies had been clear all day and into the night, until the sounds of screaming alerted him. Then, a great crash came, and the eerie silence followed by groaning of wood, splintering hulls.

A streak of lightning lit up the sky, enough to see that their vessel was nothing but a remnant of bow and mast across rocks that should have been easy to avoid. Adam grabbed hold of a piece of wood, trying to paddle in the dark to look for other survivors. He hadn't seen the man he'd bumped into, but he heard him muttering to himself.

"They weren't there, they weren't there, they weren't there, the sirens came, they came, the sirens came and ate-"

Adam shook his head, trying to reach out to him, but silence fell, and when lightning struck again, he saw no one. He cursed to himself, and debated swimming to the rocks, knowing he'd likely get crushed against them by the waves, but he couldn't stay in the ocean for hours. Why had this gone so wrong? What had happened?

The lightning struck again, followed by a rumble, and in the light, Adam thought he saw a pale face not more than a few yards off, stark against the darkness of the water. Adam tried to swim towards it, but something bumped against his foot, feeling like a hand around his ankle.

Suddenly, Adam was below the water, and the chaos of the storm fell to muffles, calm and still.

A face in front of his tilted it's head, looking Adam over. It wasn't until that moment, Adam realized the being had an unearthly glow about it, like the morning star. It was a bone white, with red eyes, smaller than Adam's frame, but it had a long tail, and six red fins spread out behind it like wings. It reached out, touching Adam's face. He wanted to pull away, but he was quickly running out of air. He let out a bubble, clutching at his chest. The creature grinned at him, teeth sharp and in lines of rows - a predator.

Before it leaned in, kissing him, and pushing air deep into his lungs.

When Adam awoke, he found himself on a beach, a port within walking distance. He had no idea how he'd arrived, how he'd survived, but he could only believe it was the work of a higher power - an angel, watching over his immortal soul.

As Adam stumbled into town, shopkeeps on the outskirts of the village looked upon him with shock and horror. A woman pulled her children away from him, and a man boarded up the front of his wares. They whispered as he went past, and none would speak to him, not until he passed an old man, sitting outside what looked like a pub. His face was reddened from drink, and pockmarked from sun and age.

"Son, they'll be coming back for you." He said, and Adam frowned.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Adam asked, brows furrowed.

"The black spot - you've been marked. It'll come for you again." Adam froze, looking down at his body. Black rings of script in a tongue he didn't speak wrapped around his ring finger. "A siren has taken you for her husband."

Adam looked up from his hand, to the old drunken man. "...It wasn't a woman."

"Then," he said with a broken croak of a laugh. "You'll be a fine wife, in the kingdom below the sea."

[megamindsecretlair]

Pour Into Me, Part 1

Pairing: Incubus!Tyrone x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, possession kink, all consensual. Pet names. AU Tyrone.

Summary: Every night, you dream of the same man. A perfect man who makes all of your dirty fantasies come true. But tonight, you happen to see more than you bargained for.

Word Count: 3,578k

Part 2

A/N: Ahem, ya'll ready for more Spooky Tyrone smut? Happy Happy Halloweek! This was so hot and dirty to write. Enjoy my depraved mind. I got something wonderful planned tomorrow. Hopefully I can get it out before Halloween is over! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios!

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You woke to the sound of soothing waves crashing against the shore. You blinked into the soft light filtered through the canopy, getting your bearings. The dream deposited you somewhere new again. 

A warm arm slid over your waist and pulled you back against a thick, strong body. You looked down to see bronzed skin and a big hand over your belly. “You’ve come back,” a deep, melodic voice said. 

You turned your head a little too fast, getting dizzy from the feeling. You had been groggy all day, sleep beckoning you more and more no matter how much sleep you got. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him. 

Your dream man. There was no other way to describe him. One lonely night, he appeared like magic in your dream. He called himself Tyrone and said your body cried out to him, to wherever it was that he resided. 

His wide smile was infectious as he looked at you. He pulled you back against him to feel how aroused and ready he was for you, like always.

His hand flexed over your belly. He began to kiss the sensitive spot behind your ear, causing you to giggle. He knew it made you ticklish so it was the first thing he did to greet you.

“Are you with my child?” He asked. He kissed down your neck, sending shivers down your body. His hand snaked under your short white dress, touching your belly skin to skin. 

“No,” you said. You looked away from him and away from the disappointment on his face. The negative test was stupid. You couldn’t actually get pregnant in a dream right? He looked and felt so real. 

You stared out over the ocean. You watched the cerulean waves rock backwards and forwards. Birds called out overhead. He had created a veritable paradise and all you had was bad news. 

Tyrone grabbed your thigh and squeezed, making you hiss and look at him. There was no disappointment there. Just a devilish gleam in his eye as he smiled wide. “That means we get to keep trying,” he said. 

A piercing pang of desire shot through you causing you to jerk and clench your thighs together. Tyrone tsked at you, rubbing your thighs while he pried them apart. Your legs dropped open. Tyrone stared at the core of you, exposed and needy. Already, your pussy wept for him. You could feel it, dripping out of you. 

“You are going to look so beautiful carrying my seed,” he said. His voice went down an octave, deep as the ocean in front of you. Your eyes snapped to his and for a moment…you giggled. He nearly looked demonic as he stared at your pussy.

You didn’t know what his powers were. But it seemed that he controlled what you wore when you came here. He was obsessed with the feeling of silky white clothes on you. Dresses, pants, skirts, whatever he thought of. He thought you looked gorgeous in all of it. Never any panties though. He hated the things.

“Worst invention known to mankind,” he had muttered the one time he caught you in them. 

You licked your lips. The cool breeze tussled the flowing curtains around the canopy. Though you couldn’t see much outside of it, you knew that the sand was crisp and white. The sun was perfect; not too warm and not too cold. The birds sang overhead, the waves crashed, and there was a seagull playing overhead.

Tyrone moved, the bed dipping beneath his weight as he settled on his side. He rested his head on his left hand, held up on his elbow. He trailed his right hand through your pussy lips, immediately searching and seeking your aching bud. 

At the first pass of his fingers, you gasped. Your mouth dropped open with a strangled moan. He’d just touched you last night, brought you to dizzying heights of pleasure. Still, your body craved him like it craved food and water. 

“Let me hear you,” he said. He dipped his middle fingers into you while rubbing his thumb around your clit in smooth, torturous circles. 

“Ah, ohh,” you moaned. You tried to play it cool. You tried to bite back the feeling of him inside of you. But every inch of him was made for pleasure. His fingers were thick, pumping into you like you know his dick will later. 

“Oohh, fuck,” you said. You widened your legs, giving him more access. He watched your face and all the different expressions you made. He watched for when he did something you loved, something that made you twist your face in delicious pleasure. 

Your hands twisted in the white sheets, your head thrown back against the bed. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the building sensation of your orgasm. How it rose steadily as if on command by his fingers. 

Finally, it swelled until it rolled over you, soft and lazy like Tyrone’s pumping fingers. You moaned and shook and still his fingers moved. It was like your orgasms turned him on. Filled him with renewed energy to keep going and going. Built for pleasure. Born for sex. 

When you finished, you looked down at him. He seemed to glow softly, around the edges. He licked his lips and pulled his hand back. His hand was soaked with your juices. He brought each digit to his mouth and licked off everything you gave him. 

“You are so damn beautiful, Tyrone. I wish I could see where you lived,” you told him.

He smirked as he licked his fingers. “A beautiful woman like you has no place where I am from. It is an ugly and jealous place. Here, I know beauty. Here, I know you,” he said in between licks. 

You watched his throat work. He wore a sheer white tank top and lounging pants. His chest was broad, sculpted, enough to make Michaelangelo cry. 

Done with cleaning his fingers, Tyrone gave you a dark look. He smiled as he rolled over onto his stomach, once more spreading your legs for him. He groaned at the sight. You watched him lick his lips, seeming to salivate more than what was normal. 

He bit your thigh and you cried out, your eyes snapping to him. He grinned and then licked the sting away.

“You’re in a playful mood tonight,” you said. You wiggled your hips, knowing what came next. 

“You have no idea the restraint I’m showing,” he said, his voice barely louder than the waves. The sound of the waves stuttered and you looked past the flowing curtains. The waves still moved back and forth but seemed out of sync of the sound.

Tyrone took a deep breath and the sound slowed down, matching with the waves once more. “Tyrone? Did you hear that?” You asked. The waves did seem a little too perfect. Dots of light reflected the sun. But where was the sun? 

Tyrone dipped his head and licked a long stripe between your entrance and your pussy lips. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out, jerking in surprise. 

Tyrone groaned and took a deep, audible breath. Your pussy fluttered, knowing that he was close and inspecting your every move. Tyrone blew a breath across your wet core and your dress dissolved. You giggled as the material fell away from you, disappearing into thin air. His tricks never ceased to amaze you. 

“That’s not very fair. I can’t do the same to you,” you said. You leaned up on your elbows so that you could look at him. He grinned innocently and then his clothes disappeared as well. You bit your lip watching it fall away and his body revealed itself. The swell of his ass, the dip of his hip, his powerful thighs on the bed. 

He kissed the sides of your knees, massaged your inner thighs, and scooted up the bed until his face was level with your pussy. “Play with your nipples for me. Squeeze them how I like,” he commanded. 

He waited for your hands to snake across your body. For your deft fingers to circle your nipples, giving him a show while you pleasured yourself. It wasn’t until he growled that you finally tugged on your nipples, pinching them between your index finger and thumb. 

“Harder,” he said. 

You pinched yourself harder and felt it all the way down to your pussy. Tyrone turned his attention back to you and pressed his face against your pussy and started to play with you. “Shit, that feels so good,” you moaned. You threw your head back against the pillows but you couldn’t sit still. 

His tongue weaved its own magic, curling against your clit and flicking back and forth. His thumbs opened you up further so that he could get the surrounding areas. His thumbs traced circles on you while his tongue went lower, dipping into your soppy wet entrance. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Right there, don’t stop,” you groaned, your body shaking. Tyrone held your shaking thighs, keeping them open. You twisted and turned trying to escape him, but he snapped with an inhuman growl and you froze. You whined as you came from that sound alone. 

Your eyes crossed as you came, gushing out over his mouth. He still tongue fucked you through it, feeling your walls contract through your orgasm. You opened your eyes and looked through the top of the canopy. The sky overhead looked painted on. As if you could reach your hand up and feel a ceiling.

But didn’t you hear birds flying overhead? You strained your ears and indeed heard birds calling to each other. You searched the sky but didn’t exactly see any birds. Where were you?

Tyrone replaced the view of the sky. You smiled at him, all disturbing thoughts leaving you at the sight of him. “It’s not time to go yet,” he said. He leaned down to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours and you sighed, relishing the feeling of him over you as a solid weight. You tasted yourself on his tongue and you chased his mouth, wanting to lick and suck him more.

You pushed at his shoulders however. He grinned, letting himself be pushed. You pushed until he lay on the bed. His dark hair was a neat contrast against the white pillows. He looked like a little devil laying there, ready to corrupt your mortal soul. 

You straddled him, your knees on either side of his hips. He held you about the waist as he scooted up further into a half-sitting position. “Is my little Angel getting bold?” He asked. 

You only grinned. You were certainly no angel as you lifted up on your knees. His engorged length slipped between your legs and you cried out as you tried to line him up. His leaking tip moved to your entrance and you both sighed as you finally seated yourself on his length. 

“Pussy grip me so tight, Angel,” he groaned. 

You clenched around him as you leaned back, putting your hands on his thighs and putting yourself at an angle. He groaned as your titties poked out in this position, within reach and yet out of it. 

“Ride me,” he commanded. 

You leaned back, feeling him slowly slip out of you. You watched him. His eyes zeroed in on where you were joined watching your arousal coat his dick. His eyes widened and his mouth hung slightly open. 

You paused, already straining, sweat gathering down your back to hold this spot. You wanted to bounce on his dick, wanted to milk him dry, but you also wanted to see the cool and calm dream man you’ve come to know lose his head a bit. 

When you didn’t move for a few seconds, he brought his gaze to you. “Ride me,” he said.

You shook your head. His eyes narrowed. “Ride me,” he said again. 

Again, you shook your head and kept moving back, moving him out of you. That otherworldly growl crept back into his throat. He wrapped two massive hands around your waist, intent on pulling you back down on his dick.

You leaned forward and wrapped your hand around his throat. Tyrone shuddered and you felt every inch of him shake, his dick twitching inside of you. “You didn’t say please,” you cooed. 

His fingers flexed against your hips, digging into that endless squishy bit. He rolled his neck and you squeezed harder. He groaned and rolled his hips and you gasped. He felt bigger somehow, like he gained more girth and split you open. 

“Ride me,” he commanded. “Let me feel that pussy suck this dick down,” he said. But it wasn’t a request. You squeezed your fingers more, feeling his pulse jump in his throat. 

You leaned up on your hips and pushed him back in. You descended on him gradually, memorizing every delicious inch as he stretched you out. You felt full and stuffed. Your pussy squelched around his dick, your arousal leaking out of you. 

You moved his head back and forth and he went willingly, his eyes glazing over. A thrill of power went through you. He could snap you in half. He could break your back in ten different ways without lifting a finger. The thought of him beneath you only turned you on. 

Your energy seemed to call to him. With each naughty thought that rose to your mind, his dick pulsed inside of you. You leaned forward and he groaned at the slide and smack of your pussy. You kissed his jaw on either side of his face, running your tongue across his lips. 

“Beg for it,” you said. 

He groaned. “I ain’t begging for shit,” he said. 

You turned his head and licked his ear, played with his earlobe between your teeth. He rolled his hips and he slipped more of himself inside of you. This was a vicious game between you two. You desperately wanted to move. To suck him all down. Keep him inside of you. 

You weren’t asking for the moon. Just a little recognition that you affected him. That he wasn’t going to disappear the moment he put a baby inside of you. 

You contracted around his dick, squeezing and unsqueezing him. He shut his eyes, a cute little crinkle in the corners. 

“Okay, okay, wait,” he whispered. 

“Come on,” you purred in his ear. “Just a little? Don’t you want to fill me up? Don’t you want to pump your seed into me?” You continued to squeeze around him, purring filthy things into his ear. 

“Don’t you want to bury this dick in me? Ruin me for any other?”

“No one’s ever going to touch what’s mine,” he said. He grabbed your hips roughly, his fingers almost feeling like claws against you. You groaned at the edge of pain. You grabbed one of his hands and brought it to your breast, needing to feel him everywhere. 

His hand latched on immediately, pulling and tugging at your nipple. You groaned at the feeling. “Can you picture it? Your seed leaking out of me?” 

“Ungh, yes,” he said. He rolled his hips and you shared a groan. 

“I know you like to watch as it slides down my leg,” you said. You licked the shell of his ear. 

“Ride me, ride me,” he said.

“Good boys ask nicely,” you said. 

He groaned and ended it on a chuckle. “Okay, okay, please? Please ride me. I need you. I need you to move,” he said. 

You grinned and kissed him. You kept your hand on his throat as you began to speed up, rocking on his dick. 

“Fuck, just like that. Just like that. Take that shit,” he moaned. He pushed into your hand around his neck, increasing the pressure, while he kissed up your neck as you bounced on him. Pressure built up in your belly, pushing with every stroke. 

“Oh, I’m gonna–” 

You exploded around his dick with a loud, lewd moan. The orgasm caught you off guard. You hadn’t realized you were that close. You clung to Tyrone, shaking and moaning. A whimpering mess as you flooded his dick with your arousal. 

He fucked you through it, taking over the strokes. “Cum so pretty for me. So loud for me,” he cooed as he kissed you. You cried into his mouth and he swallowed each one. He seemed to thrive on it. Gain energy from it. 

He grunted and released himself inside of you. His warm, sticky cum pulsed and shot hot jets up to the very center of you. “Oh fuck,” you cried out. 

Tyrone groaned, rolling his head back and forth as if he were drunk. He laughed as he spent himself, falling back against the cushions. You bit your lip and cried as you slipped out.

“Where you think you going?” He asked. 

He hooked his legs around yours, grabbed your arm, and flipped you onto your stomach. “Ty-?” 

Tyrone entered you again on a savage thrust. Air whooshed out of you. His hips ground into your ass, pushing you against the bed, and falling over you so you couldn’t get up. He smacked your ass and it jiggled from the force of it. The sting made you hiss and moan.

“Thought I wasn’t gonna get payback?”

His sturdy body pressed you into the mattress, cutting off ready air supply. You struggled for air as he pounded into you relentlessly, somehow still hard. He pulled on your hair, pulling you back towards him so that you were bent in half.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” his gravelly voice commanded. 

You could only look out of the corner of your eye. The bestial sight of him made a scream clog your throat. His red eyes glowed unnaturally against the white world around you. The sound of the waves cut out. The birds retreated entirely. 

You gushed around his dick, seeing the true form of him and you weren’t afraid. You were surprised but not afraid. You knew something had been off; the worlds he created too perfect. Too clean. The way he spoke of heaven and your angelic nature. He bordered on obsessed with it. 

“Fuck,” he said as he pounded into you. He leaned away as if he meant to stop.

You leaned on your right side enough to slip your left hand against his on your waist. “Dont. Stop,” you muttered in between strokes. 

He jerked forward as if he were trying to go deeper. As if he could plant his seed like a stake into the ground.  “Fuck. Perfect. You’re perfect. You’re perfect,” he chanted over and over like a prayer. 

He kept up his punishing strokes, fucking the air out of you. Your pussy greedily sucked him in. The snap of his hips was loud in the sudden emptiness of the dream world. The sky darkened, rolling black clouds moving overhead. 

“Fuck, not yet. Not yet. Stay, stay, stay,” he said. Each word was another stroke, another snap of his hips. Your ass clapped against his thighs. Each clap brought thunder and lightning danced overhead. 

“Oh fuck me. You’re so deep, so good,” you cried, breathless and whiny. He yanked on your hair harder and you moaned. You bit the pillow beneath you as the sun winked out. He groaned and grunted, slamming into you with reckless abandon. 

He was unleashed, no longer needing to keep the world together for you. He had succeeded in dragging you down into his ugliness and yet your slick heat welcomed him in. Your cries and moans encouraged him to keep going, to wring every last bit of pleasure out of you. 

He moved his left hand around your thigh, spreading your pussy lips and rubbing your clit. “C’mon, c’mon,” he muttered.

You bowed at an unwieldy angle and came with a ferocious purr, snapping your thighs together and trapping him as best as you could. He groaned at the tighter channel, your orgasm only fueling his own. 

He pumped you with load after load of hot cum, stuffing you full and making sure it was in there deep. The world turned darker and darker, wakefulness pulling you away from him already.

Still, he snapped his hips. Still, he thrust his cum into you and hoped that it would take. That you would come back to him with news of his seed growing inside of you. That you would carry a piece of him. That every twitch and jerk in your belly would remind you of him and his dick lodged inside of you where he belonged. 

The blaring, irritating sound of your alarm hauled you to wakefulness with a disappointed cry. Your sheets were soaked through with sweat. Areas stuck to your overheated, naked skin. You hadn’t remembered crawling into bed right after your shower, but you must have.

Or perhaps Tyrone was getting stronger the more you fucked. Perhaps his powers crossed to the real world the more you welcomed him into your body. You flopped onto the wet sheets and groaned. You moved your legs, your pussy a little sore from all the rough fucking. 

You closed your legs as if you could still feel him there, trying to shove more of his cum inside you. You caressed your belly in the dim darkness of your bedroom and imagined what he’d have in store for you tonight.

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