#Half-Day Guided Rock Climbing

[elliezlils11utt]

sevika’s nose look so rideable omg I js wanna grind on it. ☹️

pairings: sevika x f!reader

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I can js see sevika after coming home from a long day and all she wants to do it eat her girl out. she’ll walk through the door and js tell u to ‘ride her’. ofc you go to pull out the strap and she coos to you ‘no, no, no, baby, my face.’ she’d be laying on the bed as you climb on top of her face. your thighs trapping her head. you shimmy yourself over her mouth, hovering over her eager lips. her hands guide your hips onto her tongue. her mechanical hand leaving a cool touch on your waist. you wince at her cold feeling. you begin to grind into her face. her tongue pulling in and out of you. you find yourself rocking your body onto her face, fucking urself onto her. her nose bumps your clit as you grind onto her face.

‘fuck. ur- ur nose. Sevika. mhph~ ’ your slick runs down her lips, wetness leaking all over her. you let out little whimpers feeling her grunt into your cunt. her hands slide from your waist up to your chest, her digits playing with your nipples while your body made its way farther up her face. you subconsciously started grinding onto her nose. ‘mhhph- commnn sweet-hmph..heart~’ her words sending shivers up your body. feeling your high approaching quickly you grab the headboard in front of you. holding onto it as your body starts spazzing out. your stomach ties itself into knots. your thighs trapping her head, your clit rubs against the cartilage of her nose. the curve driving you crazy. one of ur arms holds onto her hands that were playing with your boobs. you grind faster while you cum. the bed frame creaking at your rapid pace. your hot cum slides over the bottom half of her face. your whines and moans fill the room full. your fucked out whimpering slowing down as does your pace. her hands roam your body. sliding over your curves as you fall back onto her. your body giving up after the best fucking orgasm in your life.

A/n: sevikas nose is so cute i wanna kiss the tip of it then ride it into the sunset !😖🤗

[rainrot4me]

TW: Blowjob, soft sex, fluff, vaginal

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Regardless of your request for him to use the front door, Toby will always prefer the window to your bedroom.

He has a key, he knows the code to your garage door opener, and he even knows the key box disguised as a semi-realistic rock nestled under the bushes. Yet, he will always push open the screen and climb his way in.

And on particularly difficult nights like tonight, Toby is more than ready to pile his way into your soft bed and your warm arms.

He brushes the strands of hair from your face, leaning close to kiss your forehead as you stir. Heavy-eyed and groggy, you smile, reaching to wrap your arms around the neck of your love.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

You feel the rainfall from outside soaked into his jacket, the dense smell of outside tangled into his messy hair. He looks pitiful and tried, but you know he feels even worse.

Throwing the covers off, you trek to the bathroom, switching the dim light on and turning the shower faucet on to a nice warm temperature. Toby perches on the edge of your bed, exhaustion evident on his freckled face. You grab his hand, leading him to the comforting heat of the shower.

Steam rolls from behind the curtain as you pull it back, your hands gentle to slowly strip the boy of his dirty clothes. He doesn’t fight, just blinks away his sleepiness as you guide him in. Undressing yourself, you follow.

“Bad day?”

The hot water rolls off your skin, Toby leaning into your every touch as you gently wash the blood and grime from his face. He nods, blinking his eyes shut as you move his head under the rolling water.

“Why is he putting so much work on you? You deserve to rest.”

You’re upset for him, more than fed up with the countless times your boyfriend has shown up within an inch of collapsing.

“It’s fine. Re- Really, it is.”

You’re still frustrated, but deem this a discussion for later. Right now is about him.

Lathering the shampoo into his tangled hair, you scrub his scalp and smile when he leans into the feeling. He’s groaning, tilting his head back so you can massage it in deeper before moving him to wash it out.

Toby is already feeling better just from you taking care of him. He doesn’t like to look weak, but sometimes he just can’t help but come crawling home to you.

You gently run a soapy rag across his chest, cleansing the dirt and blood that runs down the drain. He lets his hands rest on your hips, thumb gently rubbing back and forth across your skin as you clean him, taking such good care of him.

Leaning back, the soap from his skin begins to wash off. You caress his face, trailing your hands across his skin as he smiles at you. You let your hand dip further, sliding across his abdomen to his half-hard length. His breath hitches, fingers tensing against your hips.

“What’re yo- you doin’?”

You push him back softly, his shoulders meeting the cool side of the shower as you slowly dip down. Toby watches, tired eyes wide as you slowly stroke his growing cock.

He leans into the wall, body slowly relaxing as the water continues to fill the shower with steam and comforting heat. You take him gently, guiding the head into your even-warmer mouth and easily beginning to bob up and down.

Toby’s gasping, fingers clinging against the tiles and watching intently at your every move. You brace your hands on his thighs, letting your mouth work him over as your tongue slides along the underside. You reach out, gripping his hands to come to the side of your head, a silent permission to let him take control.

He’s whining, tired groans and gasps slipping through his lips as he tangles his fingers into your wet hair and slowly begins to guide your head further down.

He’s not going rough or desperately, but so lovingly and thankful. The brunette can’t believe how you could be so effortlessly perfect for him, but here you are. It’s all he can do not to spill over already.

You relax into his touch, jaw hanging as loose as you can get it to accommodate the length gliding itself deeper into the warmth and wetness of your mouth. His fingers tense against your head, a silent plea as you flutter your eyes up to him, nodding your permission.

He’s sliding you off his cock and helping you to stand, your back quickly being turned to him as you’re pressed into the tile wall. You try to grip anything, the slippery porcelain offering no help as Toby angles his cock between your thighs, pressing up to your entrance.

You groan, arching your ass against him as he slowly pushes in, the stretch of that tight ring of muscle making you gasp.

“Toby…”

His arms wrap around your middle, forehead dropping onto your shoulder as his hips begin to move. You’re reeling, eyes fluttering shut as the stretch and fullness of him guides you flush against the tile. Your walls grip him, thighs straining to hold open as he bottoms out again and again.

“Love…”

Your cunt aches as his pace branches from gentle to eager. His hips roll up into yours, fingers digging at your sides as he fucks up into you with desire.

You’re so good to him, so loving he can’t stand it. He just wants to show his thanks.

You’re scraping at the tile, your cheeks pressed into the cold wall with gasps and moans. Toby’s fingers slides down your abdomen, pushing past your folds to rub against your swelling clit. You lean into the touch, rolling steadily as he continues his pace, making sure to push his cock as deep into your warmth as possible.

You’re so tight, so perfectly molded for him as his cock nudges your g-spot. You’re gasping, his fingers driving you over the edge and slamming your climax into you. Toby’s there too, pumping his cock into the gumminess of your cunt until he feels like he’s melting.

Tugging himself in his fist, you kiss his skin, whispering encouragements until he’s cumming into his hand.

Washing yourself and him off one more time, you shut the water off, patting the dampness from your skin before tugging Toby back towards your bedroom.

At this point, you’re both exhausted, hands wrapped together as you pick out pajamas for both you and him.

Bathed and warm, you slide back into your bed, holding the sheet up so Toby can climb his way in too. He’s sighing as you wrap your legs around him, your bodies tangling together as you find a comfortable balance.

“I love you.”

Toby nudges his nose into the crook of your neck, the sweet smell of your shampoo making him smile. You’re holding him close, rubbing small circles across his shoulders as you feel his weight slowly relax into exhaustion.

“I love you, too.”

You’re both asleep in seconds, bodies held close and warmth spreading. The rain still patters outside, the late hours and missions of the night long forgotten when you’re both so lost in each other’s touch.

Even despite how much love you show him, he’ll still refuse to use the front door next time.

[littleprinces]

A Tale of Forbidden Desires

Belle x M!Reader

I couldn't believe my luck when I found out my stepsister, Belle, was coming to visit for the summer. She was a half Korean and American girl, barely 19 years old, with an attitude that matched her blonde hair. Little did I know, that summer break would change our relationship forever.

Belle and I had always been close, but there was an undeniable tension between us, growing stronger every day she was in town. One day, she asked to use my bathroom before we went out for dinner. I couldn't help but notice her shapely ass as she walked away, and I felt my cock stir in my pants.

I heard her giggle from behind the closed bathroom door, and I knew she caught me staring. "You like what you see, oppa?" she teased. I was taken aback by her boldness but couldn't deny the attraction I felt.

"Maybe I do," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I don't think it's appropriate for a stepsister and brother to act on their desires."

"Who says we can't?" Belle challenged, opening the door and stepping out, her eyes locked with mine. "We're both adults, aren't we? And it's not like anyone has to know."

My heart pounded in my chest as she walked over to me, her hips swaying seductively. She placed her hand on my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her touch through my shirt. "What do you say, oppa? Let's have a little fun."

Without saying a word, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers, kissing her passionately. Our tongues danced together in a French kiss that left us both breathless.

Belle pulled away and looked at me with a mischievous grin. "I knew you wanted me. Now it's time to show you what I've been hiding under these clothes." She reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly lifted it up, revealing her perky breasts and flat stomach.

I couldn't take my eyes off her as she undressed, and soon we were both naked, our bodies pressed together. I couldn't resist burying my face in her neck, licking and nibbling her soft skin while she moaned softly.

She pushed me onto my back on the bed and climbed on top of me, straddling my waist. Her pussy was already wet and ready for me, but she had other plans. She reached behind her and guided my cock to her tight asshole, slowly sliding it inside.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned as she began to ride me in the in doggystyle position. Her ass felt incredible, and I couldn't help but grab onto her hips, guiding her up and down as she fucked me.

"Harder, oppa," she panted, her voice breathy and needy. "Fuck my ass like you mean it."

'Yes belle, you are mine, i love you my sister' i moaned hardly and still pounding her ass so bad

I did as she asked, pounding into her with all my might. She screamed my name, her orgasm building until she finally let go, her body shaking with pleasure.

I pulled out just in time, my cock throbbing as I watched her cum drip down her thighs. I knew what I wanted to do next, and Belle didn't object. I positioned myself between her legs, my cock still rock hard.

"You want to breed me, oppa?" she asked, a smirk on her face.

"Fuck yes, I do," I growled, slipping my cock back inside her soaking wet pussy. I thrust into her hard and fast, my balls slapping against her ass with each stroke.

"Give it to me, oppa," she moaned, her fingers digging into my back. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

I couldn't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I filled her pussy with my seed, breeding her like she asked. We lay there, tangled in each other's arms, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

As we caught our breath, I knew that our relationship would never be the same. But at that moment, all I could think about was how good it felt to have my stepsister's body wrapped around mine.

Sorry for late post, i'm so busy

[torchstelechos]

Do yall think about the ending of ISAT in any other characters POV? Cause I think about it so much, that must be buck fucking wild. Like, you get to Dormont after MONTHS of traveling with these people, you're feeling strong, you feel like you have a chance, so yall go separate directions to get everything done before the big day tomorrow and your buddy Siffrin goes to take a nap. You're like, ah! Classic Siffrin, so silly and nonchalant about everything, they never once thought we would lose. What a swell fella :). Then not even a full half a day later, more like a few hours later, he appears out of no where with a fucked up face and starts hitting you exactly where it hurts emotionally. No reason! You didn't do a fucking thing! They just fucking went for it! And now you're pissed cause that was a close friend of yours that you considered family, you're sad, you're mad, you dont understand what happened. You meet up with everyone at the clocktower early because apparently he did that to everyone! So good! Good! It's not just a you thing! You all talk it out and you all agree that maybe you should leave them behind tomorrow if they keep acting like this. Except. Except. They never came to the clocktower, they never came to talk to you about what happened and thats. Not acceptable. You need to understand what happened because after sleeping on it, why did he do that? They wouldn't ever do that to all of you, so something must have happened!

And then a Star appears.

And you learn exactly what has been happening behind the scenes but it doesnt make sense. But you know that your buddy just went to solo the house and you know they arent strong enough to do so, you know exactly what their level and strength and weaknesses are and the King is rock type! He's going to kill Siffrin if you dont go save them! So you start running through the house to go save them while the Star guides you, but the doors are all unlocked. There are ghosts everywhere. The hallways dont make sense. Something is broken, failing, and you are running out of time. so you climb up and up and up until finally you get to the final floor and then to the King's room expecting Siffrin to be a splat on the floor but. He's still alive, theres a chance! So you go and protect them from the King but uh, huh. The King is nearly dead? Siffrin almost solo'ed the King? A scissors type versus a rock type nearly won? And it was only a nearly and not a he won because Siffrin was frozen in time? What???? So you freeze the King, you save Siffrin, but they're injured and sick and have a fever so you try to take them to the head housemaiden to get healed but uh. Shes speaking nonsense??? Utter bullshit. Skipping, repeating, saying things out of order, and then she says you all can go home and everything falls apart around you.

Cause Siffrin? Yeah, your buddy who was being a tad bit of an asshole? And they just solo'ed the bad guy without you? Yeah, he's the last boss you need to beat actually. And they're huge! So big! You get ready for them to fight you, except he. Attacks himself. In front of all of you while crying. He's sad. They're hurting themself. You can not do anything but you start to connect the dots and you figure everything out. Then everything becomes normal again and they say what they wished for and hey! You wanted that too! So you hug them as he cries himself out and all of you are tired. That was a lot. They're craft tired and sick but they're okay. So you're happy and relax. They want to go back to Dormont, so you all go. Then THIS LITTLE ASSHOLE WALTZES OFF ONLY TO COME BACK INJURED TO HELL AND BACK???? He said he was going to go say thanks to that Star person, who you still aren't sure is a person but whatever, and then he comes back exhausted and clearly just used craft after being told not to?

And YOU STILL DONT KNOW HOW SIFFRIN BEAT THAT FUCKER AFTER SOLOING THE HOUSE, OR THE DEAL WITH THAT WEIRD SHADE IN THE SKY IN THE SHAPE OF SOME FUCKING WEIRD LEGUME. WHAT. HOW???? WHY??????????

Anyway I think about this a lot, it must have been a long and confusing two days from their POV

[daphwritesworld]

can u write something with alessia taking the strap? desperate lessi sucking the strap and begging reader to fuck her

some good old lesbian sex

content: strap on(A receiving), strap sucking, manhandling, some impact play, referring to strap as a cock, needy!lessie, dom/sub relationship, bottom!Alessia, top!reader

warnings: car sex/semi public, strap on referred to as cock, less begging

synopsis: if the car is a rocking…don’t come a knocking.

word count: 1.5k

!! MINORS DNI 18+ !!

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You have no idea how you ended up here— in the backseat of Alessia’s car. A pillow is placed under her hips, angling them up towards you more. You’ve got the strap tightened around your hips, sliding it between the lips of her pussy as she stares up at you with pink cheeks and her bottom lip drawn between her teeth. Fuck her mouth.

Your mind starts wondering back to exactly how you got into this situation— you’d worn the strap out today. Promising Alessia if she was good you’d fuck her exactly how she likes when you got back home. And to your surprise she was on her best behavior…until you got back to the car. You’d opened her door and let her in, stealing a kiss before shutting her inside the vehicle. Your hands intertwined with each others as you pulled out of the parking lot of the restaurant you’d just left.

The music was low on the radio as you both just enjoyed each other’s comfortable silence filling up the car. That is until Alessia started getting handsy— running her hands up and down your thighs as you sped down the highway.

You tried to warn her, tried to sound stern as her pretty manicured nails tugged your zipper down. But every complaint left your head as soon as she started kissing the tip of your strap, pulling it out and looking up at you as she did so. Your knuckles turned white against the steering wheel and you had to pry your head back up not to crash. “God dammit, Less.”

She moans out at that, sinking her mouth down around the plastic cock as her eyes roll back. Hungry for a fuck she’s been craving all day. Her head starts bobbing up and down faster as the seconds pass— sloppy sounds of her spit leaking out from her throat and onto the toy. It’s drowning out the low music on the radio now, and before you can think about it you’re taking the next exit. Your hand finds the back of her head, fingers tangling in her blonde hair, guiding her head back down on the strap as she gags at the sudden intrusion of deep throating it. When you release your grip she’s pulling back enough to cough, tears falling down her eyes as she takes a stinging breath into her lungs.

You’re throwing the car in park at this point, hand returning to her hair as the other grabs the base of the strap attached to your lower half. Before you even have time to make demands, she’s sliding her throat back down around it. Keeping her eyes locked to yours this time as she bobs her head all the way down— deep throating it each time she comes down now.

You let her keep going for a few minutes, taking in the sight of her absolutely cock drunk. But then you’re pulling her off— pleads flying from her lips as you do.

“Fuck me, now, baby! I can’t wait till we’re home— please! Need to feel you inside me,” She starts leaning up to speak against your lips, pulling back slightly to pout into your eyesight.

She wastes no time, climbing into your lap as she slips herself down onto you before you can protest. Her athletic thighs flexing as she slams herself down onto your strap. sending jolts of pleasure down to your clit. She’s pulling her tits out now , and throwing her arms around your neck as she lets out pornographic moans at the pace she’s set.

Your mouth finds her nipples, switching between them as she keeps working herself down onto your plastic dick. She’s moaning out louder now, getting messier in her movements as she chases her high. But there’s something missing— a lingering question that hangs unasked in the air. And as her knees start to buckle you yank her off, a whine escaping her as her eyes snap open to look at you. But she shuts up pretty quick when she sees your face, brain sobering up at as she thinks about what she did.

Your clenched jaw ticks as your head motions backwards, “Get in the back.”

She quickly follows your orders, climbing into the back over the center console as she starts stripping the rest of her clothes off as she waits on you. You decided to just get out, the cold night air turning your nipples hard as you make your way to the backseat. Closing the door behind you as you lean down over Alessia’s body, reaching into the floorboard as you pulled a hidden pillow up from it.

That leads you back to now— with your cock between her pussy lips as she whines and grinds up into your touch. You’re teasing her— you both know it. Taking your sweet time to butter her up before you slip it in…but who can blame you? Not when she looks so pretty when the tears fill her eyes, or how fucking good she sounds begging for you to just give her something— anything.

“Y/N! Please! I’ll do anything, j-just please fuck me already!” Her fingernails are digging into your forearms placed beside her head. The signature tears rolling down her cheeks as you finally slide the tip inside of her, a high pitched moan breaking through her hiccups as you keep a slow pace at first. You let her get used to the feeling, adjusting to the new stretch of the strap.

One of your hands finds her hips, rubbing little circles there to help ground her as she gets used to the feeling of being so full. You’re about to ask her how she’s feeling, but then Alessia’s grinding her hips up into yours. Hands finding your shoulders as she pulls you up towards her chest, “Please move,” it’s said out lightly in a breath. Her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly as you pull out and thrust back in.

“F-Fuck!” Her eyes are glossed over at this point. So fucked out and you’ve barely even done anything yet. It causes a laugh to bubble up in your chest.

“Doing so good for me, Less,” You cue out at her. Speeding up your hips as you start slamming them down into hers a little harder, making her spill out those noises you love so much every time you bottom out. Her fingers are digging into your back now, running down and surely to leave marks for tomorrow. But you don’t care, as long as Alessia gave them to you, you’d wear them like a badge of honor. A proclamation of her claim on you.

The cars shaking now, the windows fogging up as you both start breaking out into a sweat. She sounds so fucking good, a mess of jumbled words, your name, and praises flowing out of her lips at an ungodly rate. You’ve broke her brain into a million pieces right now, shattered her into nothing but a withering ball of pleasure and she lays there and takes everything you’re willing to give her.

“H-Harder!” She squeaks it out as she spreads her legs wider, allowing you to angle yourself a little different and hit even deeper inside of her. It’s immediately clear when you start hitting her G-spot, making sure to keep up the assault on the sensitive bundle of nerves located there. Alessia’s screaming out into the night now, begging you to let her cum as one of your hands reaches down to find her clit.

She’s thrashing around, trying to starve off her orgasm until you tell her she’s allowed. Her legs try to cross, but you just grab them and fold them up into her chest, fucking down into her even harder now. Her eyes are rolling into the back of her head and a thick white creamy sheen is overtaking the strap as you keep bullying your cock into her tight hole.

“P-please let me cum, baby!”

“Go ahead, darling. Cum all over this dick. Let it allll out, baby.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she abides, cumming at the sound of your permission that grants her to reach absolute oblivion. Her legs keep shaking even after you help her ride out her high, and as you get lost in the sight of her cum glistening off the strap and between her thighs— she’s pushing a hand against your abdomen.

“T-Too much,” she whimpers out weakly. Still trying to find the strength to breathe properly again. Her eyes are heavy as she rests her legs back down onto your thighs. You start rubbing them, trying to take any discomfort away now that you’re both level headed and not blinded by horniness.

“You okay, Lessie baby?”

“Yeah I’m fine. I just think you’ll have to carry me inside the flat is all,” she lets out with a breathless laugh. Her chest shaking as a few hairs fall into her face. You watch her for a few moments, taking in the sight before you as you thank the lucky stars above for allowing her to be yours. Your Alessia. One of your hands comes up to move the few stray hairs back into place while the other moves downwards.

“That was the plan, Russo!” you lightly slap her thighs, pulling her body up to meet yours in a passionate kiss. Stealing her breath away once again tonight. “Now let’s get dressed and back on that highway before we’re calling the girls to come bail us out.”

[lunaroserites]

It's a Pirate's Life For Me (Bucky x Reader)

Pairing: Pirate!Bucky x Mermaid!Reader (Fem)

Characters: Bucky, Steve, various other characters

Summery: Bucky is infatuated with a mermaid he seen years prior.

Not sure how long this will be it's for Mermay.

No use of YN

Warnings: Not beta'd! All mistakes are my own. Implied/referenced SA, Pirates, vulgarity, swearing, fighting, death, violence, blood.

Word Court: 6134

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! ❤️

Please do not repost, translate or otherwise copy my work elsewhere, without my express permission, thank you! Lunaroserites on tumblr and ao3

The sea was calm, the full moon casting an ethereal light across the water. The North Star high in the sky, a guiding point for the young boy waiting for his father to come home, because no matter how far apart they might be, they could always see the North Star. 

Mother had always said that a calm sea meant trouble was afoot, but he couldn’t bring himself to  believe her, how could something so calm and vast be troublesome. The depths unknown as he peered down at it from the safety of the dock. Then he saw it, a fin, colourful but gone as soon as he saw it. He blinked rapidly and quickly ran to look for whatever fish he saw swimming around the dock but he couldn’t find it again. 

The sound of a horn caught his attention as his fathers ship sailed into the alcove from the vast open sea. He jumped excitedly as his fathers ship steered in and docked a short while later. The sea was no longer calm as waves and ripples spread across the once still surface. 

His father descended the plank that was placed down quickly, the boy jumped and danced around his father who looked like he was thousands leagues away. 

“Hush boy, go to your mother. I’ll be in later,” his father dismissed him quickly, taking a sharp right to the beach and to the other side of the ship. The boy, curious, quietly followed and hid in the shadows. He saw a body hit the water with a splash, and then it was dragged ashore, wrapped in a trap and was dragged to the forest that surrounded the cove they called home. He quickly followed behind the group of men, staying  hidden and out of the way. 

“What do we do with her Captain?” He peered out from a bush and saw what was wrapped in the trap. A large colourful fin laid in a small pool of water, with the torso of a woman draped over a rock as moon light filtered through an opening and cast an eerie glow around her. She was breathing heavily, and silvery blood glowed in the moon light from a fatal looking wound on her side, the flesh hanging from her. 

“Kill her, but take the scales. They’re worth more than gold,” the boy heard his father say and he gasped loudly at the harshness of his fathers words. Heads whipped toward him but he darted back toward the beach and home. He wasn’t caught, but his heart was pounding as he climbed into bed. 

~Two Days Later~

Curiosity got the better of him, as he found himself back in the clearing he had witnessed his father condemn the creature to death. He wanted to see if the corpse was there, maybe find one of the scales. But what he found instead was the creature barely clinging onto life with more than half her scales missing and she gasped and croaked under the moonlight. 

He approached cautiously and crept around her body, and observed her. She had a green blue tail, with smaller fins coming off it, she almost looked like a jellyfish with all her little tendrils. He was enraptured by her very existence, her hair was blonde, bone dry and caked with mud, she was facing away from him but he couldn’t help but picture what her face would look like. The sound of a snapping twig that he accidentally stepped on gave him away and her head instantly snapped in his direction. 

He yelped in surprise as her large eyes glared at him, he took a tentative step toward to get a closer look at her, that’s when she snarled and her once human looking hand morphed to claws and she swiped at him harshly, dragging the claws down his arm and ripping the flesh easily. He screamed in agony and she dropped back onto the rock and cried, silvery tears leaked from her eyes onto the rock, the sound of a gun shot rang through the night and she was gone. 

He unconsciously traced along the scars from her claws and shivered at the thought of the creature. That night he found out his father was a pirate, not a privateer with the navy like he had been told. He learned from him over the next decade, learned how to be a pirate, run a ship, get gold and riches. But he could never get the look on that creature's face out of his mind. She was terrified, alone and scared, his father killed her for what she did to his arm. 

He was home now, a short stop in the alcove he loved more than anything, visiting his mother after spending months at sea with his father learning the ropes. 

The sea was calm tonight, calm sea means trouble's afoot he never forgot his mothers words after all these years later. After spending nights at sea, it was rarely calm and it put him on a slight edge. The water surface broke suddenly but whatever did it was nowhere to be seen, he squinted as he tried to track how the water moved and where the ripples were freshly coming from. 

He took off running toward a small lagoon that was attached to the open ocean that he would explore when he was young. Once he broke through the clearing he was greeted with a sight he couldn’t ever forget. Long hair cascading down her back and beautifully long tail and fins that glistened under the moonlight. 

The scars on his arm tingled as he watched her. He took a few steps toward the water's edge and it lapped at his leather boots softly. Her head turned suddenly and she gasped, jumping back into the water out of view. 

“Wait,” his voice died in his throat as he searched for her. Then he saw her eyes, peering at him over the rock she had been previously sitting in. She looked terrified of him. “Please. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, reaching his arms out in a show of affection, he wanted to be unthreatening and make her come out from hiding. 

He watched her squint, scrutinising him from behind the rock. Her eyes shining under the moon, almost glowing. He should hate these creatures, he had seen what happened when they got their claws into the minds of men, dragging his fellows to their watery graves to devour their hearts. But here he was trying to coax one out of hiding. 

He wasn’t surprised by her wariness, man and merfolk have never gotten along. So she probably just assumed he wanted to coax her into the shallows and then drag her on land and kill her once he had stripped her of her scales. 

He watched her hand move as she skirted around the rock she hid behind, he could see her own curiosity swirling in her eyes. She skimmed around and barely lifted her body from the water, just her eyes and forehead showing as she came around the rock. 

“Men,” their words felt odd on your tongue, “men lie,” you stuttered out. You watched his eyes widen at your broken English, humans knew little of your people. They were excellent linguists, and navigators, with beauty beyond comparison. You moved slowly, closer to him, not going as far as the sandy shallow, but close enough you would be able to fully scrutinise his form. He was tall, broad and strong, his hair chin length and his eyes were a piercing blue that cut through the night like a dagger. 

You flicked your tail, the water splashed and rained down in the moonlight, you watched him curiously. He watched you back, bewildered or bewitched. Which you couldn’t really tell. Your mind screamed to either start the siren song and drag this man to the depths and devour his heart or get the hell out of there. But you wanted to stay and learn about this man. 

“We do,” he said softly, his white shirt shifting in the soft breeze, the ties loose showing up tanned skin and defined muscle. He was definitely a pirate, no privateer looked like that. “I assure you though, I mean no harm,” he finished. 

You squinted again, unsure. Not daring to come closer, you  lifted out of the water further, your neck becoming exposed, the small frilly gills there shifted and closed so you could breathe air through your mouth. He watched in complete awe as your gills disappeared. “Why?” You asked, your throat felt dry, like you had sand trapped in it. 

“Because, you’re beautiful,” he said simply. He reached again and you shy back, pressing to the rock again. He would be easy to get to do as you pleased, with how careless he was being. There was a reason men despised your species, all you had to do was sing and his blood would sing the siren's song for the rest of his life if you choose not to kill him. He would never be able to be satisfied, his life would be ruined for any other pleasures. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. There was something innocent about the young pirate, he was not yet hardened by the burdens of life at sea. 

You slowly approached closer, ready to swim back to the safety of the deeper waters. Once further in the sandy banks, about five feet in front of the man you locked eyes again. 

You lifted your torso up from the water and watched as his eyes studied your form, he seemed eager to see more of you. In a bold move you lifted your shiny tail from the water and moved it. The fins glistened in the moonlight, the colours dancing across his eyes. He was completely enraptured by it. He noted your tail looked different from one a decade ago, you also wore coverings on your heavy chest, you had jewelled bangles on your arms and a few shelled necklaces around your neck, your fingers had some rings. Your ears had a slight point to them and your face was stunning. 

“What is your name?” He asked softly, as he took a few more steps into the shallows, closing the distance more, instinctively you backed up from him. You didn’t know how to say your name in his native tongue, so you shrugged and watched him. 

“I’m James, people call me Bucky,” he said, stopping so you would stop moving away. 

“Bucky,” you rolled the word around your mouth for a moment. Then you heard the distant sound of another approaching. You immediately pushed back, but not before pulling a small scale from your tail and wedging it between the rocks, it would gleam under the moonlight. And just like that you were gone. 

“Wait,” his voice died as he heard the tell-tale sign of someone approaching. 

“There you are, your father is losing his mind looking for you,” Steve’s voice echoed around the now empty lagoon. As Bucky turned to leave the thigh high water and retreat back to shore he noticed the faint glint in the water. Reaching down he snagged the scale and admired it a moment before tucking it in his pocket and joining his friend and heading back to the beach where his father waited. 

The scale felt heavy in his pocket, he felt its weight all the time. He has worn a small divot in the scale from rubbing it all the time when he was worried, or there was a lull in work on the ship. He kept it hidden though, how could he explain he found such a pretty thing without giving it away, he broke one of the cardinal rules of piracy, when he found her he should have trapped her, stripped her scales and killed her. But instead he kept her secret and held onto the scale. On nights of full moons he would admire it in the moonlight, it would shimmer differently in the moon than it did in the sun.

The sea was calm tonight while he watched the deck, watching over the crew as they finished nightly duties, the moon high in the sky and full. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked over the still water as the moon reflected off it. Something felt wrong and he couldn’t quite place it. Then he heard it, it was faint at first, soft like a cotton quilt as it whispered through the night like a soft breeze and it slowly grew louder. The men on deck heard it and rushed to the sides of the ship trying to catch a glimpse of those responsible for the song. 

“Cover your ears you fools!” He shouted loudly, trying to project his voice louder than the siren song. He quickly shoved the cotton he kept on hand into his ear canals to block the song out. It was too late for some of them, the sirens had crawled up the side of the ship, they had dug their claws into the minds of these men and dragged them over the side of the boat without any protest. 

His father rushed from the cabin, shoving cotton in his ears and tossing a pistol at his first mate. They went to war against the sirens whose hands shifted to claws and swiped toward anyone that pointed a gun at them. This was a whole pod of them, at least 15 circling the ship, ready to drag it to the briny depths. He looked over the edge, aiming a shot at the purplish tail he saw swim through silvery water as their spilled blood glistened in the moonlight. Their song was getting louder and louder, the cotton almost not enough to protect his ears. 

There was a sickening crack that echoed through the silent night. The ship shifted and he felt it sinking as it took water on quickly. “Dad!” He shouted as he grabbed his fathers arm and tried to drag him to a life raft so they could try and escape the sinking ship. 

“No boy, a captain goes down with his ship,” his father roared. He shoved a sack in his son's arms, he was pulled backwards and thrown overboard next to the life raft, his best friend following behind, cutting a rope for the raft that fell next to them.  

The shock of the cold water as he hit it made him jolt and thrash as the weight of the bag dragged him down in the icy depths. His eyes burned as he tried to see into the dark sea, the salt stinging them further. He felt the current change rapidly, something was circling him and fast, he wiped around trying to find whatever it was. His eyes were useless in the briny darkness. This thrashing and turning were quickly draining his energy and he was losing his oxygen fast. 

He felt something grip his ankle and pull him, he thrashed and kicked out, he felt something connect and the hand gripping his ankle was gone, he tried to swim up but the bag was pulling him further down. He refused to leave it behind. As he looked up through the dark sea he saw the moon shining down over him, then a set of striking eyes and a body covered the moonlight. Hands gripped his shoulders and hauled him upwards. 

He gasped loudly and coughed himself awake. He was face down in the sand, the bag his father gave him next to him and no one around him. The grainy sand made his skin itch, he tried to move but his body felt weak, he was exhausted and parched. 

“Holy shit!” He heard a voice yell, the sound of splashing water and then he felt hands grip his shoulders and haul him upright, the arms wrapped around him tightly and he felt cool tears on his cheek. 

“You’re alive, I thought we lost you, you were being dragged down to the depths, how?” Steve was rambling, he hugged him tighter. “God I’m so glad you’re alive.” 

“My dad,” Bucky croaked, “my dad, is he..?” His voice trailed off. Steve gave him a solemn look and nodded. 

“Him and most of the crew. The Morning Star is gone too. They’re in Davy Jones' locker now, god rest their souls,” Steve said softly. “The sirens took her down.” Bucky nodded and groaned. His head was pounding and his throat was dry as desert. 

Eight Years Later 

You watched from your hiding spot as they off loaded, medicine, on to the port. You had been curious about this crew since they made port yesterday, most of the things they were off loading were for the benefit of the people and they were not charging handsomely for the supplies. That part baffled you even more, most men were greedy, pirates more so. 

The Daybreak as the ship was named, looked to be a modified frigate. That allowed it to be agile and quick while still housing powerful weapons. Nothing like the Queen Anne’s Revenge or other large pirate ships that usually docked here. The people of the port seem to respect the crew of this ship a lot though, maybe they come here often. 

You had yet to spy the captain of this vessel though, the reason you were so close, too close, to the port was because you were curious if the man you saved 8 years ago would show his face on one of the many boats. He was the boy you met 12 years ago. You had saved him from an early watery grave when your sisters attacked his ship, you were supposed to drag him down, eat his heart but as you swam around him and he kicked your sister in the face you had wanted to look in his eyes before you killed him. But you couldn’t, the moment you saw those stormy blues you knew it was him from the lagoon. He let you live once and didn’t harm you, and you owed him a debt. The sea did not take kindly to owed debts. So you saved him, a life for a life. A debt repaid. 

You had tried finding him again at the lagoon but he rarely made port there and from what you could tell the alcove was abandoned shortly after his fathers ship was sunk by your sisters. So you visited the busier ports hoping to catch a glimpse of him again. 

That’s where you messed up, you were too close to the port so you could try and spy on the pirates. You were not hidden enough and the moonlight glinted off your tail just right and caught the eye of a pirate that just so happened to be walking past. You didn’t notice him, but he was quick to make note and let some of the other crew know. 

Curiosity got the better of you since this ship had been docked for 3 days there was no sign of the captain at all. What captain doesn’t leave their ship while at port. Against your better judgement and if your sisters had seen you they would have lost their minds, you swam up to the ship once the night was in full swing. Most of the crew would either be sleeping or on shore enjoying the comforts of women and booze. 

There was a full moon tonight that slowly dropped down so the sun could rise, and the sea was calm. You should have heeded the warning signs but foolishly you crept around the ship far too close to the surface trying to spy the captain of the magnificent beast. 

Bucky held the scale in his hand as the full moon light glimmered through the open window. It shimmered brilliantly under the moon. It felt heavier than usual tonight, it was almost humming. The scale was a curious trinket and very few knew he had it. His first mate and best friend Steve being one of them, and the swamp witch. He had lost it once, and his heart and chest felt like it was going to explode. The swamp witch said that his connection with the scale with other worldly and the siren that had left it with him probably bewitched it. Or he was somehow connected to the siren herself. But tonight it almost felt like the scale was singing to him. 

“Captain,” Steve said in a hushed tone as he entered the quarters, “something is amiss with the crew. I fear they’re planning something.” Bucky nodded and waved his hand to dismiss him, Bucky was too focused on the scale he held in the fading moonlight. Steve shook his head and left the cabin. 

You gave up soon and decided to cut your losses and get away from the ship and retreat to a secluded cave not far from the docks for the rest of the night. You didn’t notice the crewmen following your glistening scales. Once inside the cave, the water is much shallower than the ocean. You laid your head down and stretched your tail out and relaxed. 

Something heavy was thrown on top of you and woke you immediately. You thrashed and flailed around trying to get free as an inhuman screech left your mouth. It was a net, “dose her,” someone shouted as you thrashed. Something sharp struck your hip area and you nearly passed out all fight and drive stolen from you. You felt yourself fold as the net was gathered and hauled through the water as they pulled you to god knows where. 

“Easy does it men,” someone said, your head was pounding and you felt incredibly groggy and weak. You were thrown to the ground and slid across the deck and hit the wall of the ship, you were pulled back to the centre quickly and they pulled the net off you. You looked around frantically, you tried to move your tail but it felt like it weighed 1000 lbs. 

You quickly tried to pull yourself across the deck and fall overboard but a scream left your throat suddenly as a sword was jammed into your fin and into the floorboard keeping you in place. You looked around at the group of men that surrounded you with greedy eyes. 

“What is the meaning of this?” Someone barked as they pushed through the crowd. He was blonde and the moment your eyes connected he gawked at you for a moment before shouldering out of the way and heading toward the captains quarters. 

“Those scales will fetch a mighty fine amount of gold,” some of the crewmen said, licking his lips as his eyes roved over your body. 

“What is going on?” A new voice boomed and all the crewmen immediately stood at attention. He came into view and your breath hitched. It was him, it was the man from before. You couldn’t believe your eyes. He looked at you and immediately recognized you, there was something dark in his eyes as he stared at you, but it was gone as fast as it appeared. 

“Bloody hell,” his eyes were wide as you looked you over, you felt incredibly exposed and turned to cover yourself. He pulled the sword from your fin, and you pulled your tail close to you. You felt a burn in your tail as the sun of the morning beat down on it, the scales dropping and disappearing the longer you sat there. 

“Captain!” Someone shouted, your tail was disappearing as everyone gawked and human legs started to form. He stared at you wide eyed as legs appeared like magic before him. 

In an attempt to get away you scrambled your feet and tried to get away. Never having used feet or legs before you didn’t make it far and fell down. The crew laughed, but quickly stopped at the captain's fierce gaze. He was taking his coat off as he took a few cautious steps toward you, he threw it on top of you and stepped back quickly as you bared your teeth to him.

“Who’s idea was this?” The captain growled as he looked around at his crew. Everyone was silent. “I asked a question.” 

“It was I sir,” someone stepped forward. “I saw her snooping around the ship and followed her. We caught her and brought her here,” he finished. 

“What did I say about chasing merfolk?” The captain's voice was tense. “I told you not to. We can’t let her back in the water now. She’ll call her sisters and we’re as good as dead,” the captain pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“We drugged her, she can’t grow her tail back. We got it from the swamp witch,” a crewman said. Which you missed because as the captain addressed his crew you as quietly as possible pulled yourself across the deck to the edge and threw yourself off. The captain's head whipped to the side as he looked toward where he heard the splash. He immediately dove over the side of the ship and into the water. You were sinking and flailing, unable to use your human legs effectively for anything. The captain wrapped his arms around your middle and hauled you to the surface of the water, you trashed against his arms and screamed, water filled your throat as your gills didn’t grow back either. 

The crew pulled the captain back on board with you grasped in his arm, he threw you to the ground and you weren’t breathing. 

“Fuck,” the captain dropped to his knees and started to force to the water from your lungs, you coughed violently a moment later sending sea water flying all over him. You gasped for air and felt panic set in as you looked into his bright blue eyes, why didn’t your fin grow back, what was happening. Why couldn’t you call your sisters when you hit the water. Your siren song is gone completely. 

“Whoa. Whoa. You were drugged. The cure is a couple month journey, we’ll get it for you,” the crew erupted in protest. 

“What!? Why?” Some shouted. “I say we cut it throat and bleed the bitch,” one person yelled over the rest. Fear gripped your heart as you looked into the captain's eyes, frantically searching for something that would save you from that fate. 

“No,” it was a simple answer as the captain effortlessly hauled you up into his arms and marched toward his quarters, throwing the door open and slamming it shut. He dropped you in his bed and backed away and started to pace as you stared at him fearfully. You pushed back against the wall and pulled your legs to your chest and wrapped your arms around them. You felt tears leak out of your eyes and your throat was dry and scratchy. 

“I know you,” the captain finally said as he stopped and looked at you, you shrunk further under his intense gaze. “You were the one who saved me, the one I saw at the lagoon,” you nodded at him. “Why,” he asked sternly. 

You pointed at your throat and gasped. He raised an eyebrow at you, you sighed and rolled your eyes. You pointed at his hip flask and then at your throat again. 

“You’re thirsty?” He asked, you nodded vigorously. He moved quickly and you jumped, pushing father away from him. “Sorry,” he said as he extended his arm out with a small cup of water. You snatched it and drank it back quickly, feeling immediate relief. 

“Debt repaid,” you croaked out. His eyebrow raised quizzically again. You sighed heavily, “you saved me,” another long drink of water, “I saved you. Life for life.” Your voice was evening out and crackling less. Your English was still choppy and words sounded difficult for you to say. 

“You felt you owed me a blood debt?” He asked, you rolled your eyes, humans. You nodded again. 

“The sea does not take kindly to owed debts. She believes in balance,” the words came out rushed and choppy. 

“So if you killed me 8 years ago, you, what, would be punished for not repaying the debt?” He asked, confused. 

“Yes, the ocean, she would punish my sisters and I,” your breath hitched suddenly at the mention of your sisters. They would eventually come looking for you once they realised they couldn’t hear your song. “I need to get back to them, they’ll kill you and your crew,” you said frantically. 

“Whoa,” he held his hands up at you, “easy there girl, I can’t just let you go back to them. Who’s to say you won’t lead them right to us?” He said, your chest tightened and your heart was pounding, you stared at him fearfully. 

“You’re holding me hostage?” Your voice cracked as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes now. 

“They’ll want me to gut you before I let you leave,” he said, and rubbed his beard clad chin. “Hell they'll only agree to bring you to the swamp witch so you can get your scales back so they can take them.” He said it so casually, your eyes widened at him. 

“I’ll bring you to the cure, but you’ll own me, you’ll be in my debt again,” you gulped. “And I can think of a few ways you can repay it,” you made a disgusted expression and gawked at him, a sour note leaving your throat. He looked at you and his eyes widened suddenly, “god no, not that,” he said quickly. You breathed a sigh of relief. 

“So what will you do with me? Throw me in the cell in the brig. Let your crew have their way with me,” you spat at him venomously. His eyes darkened suddenly, something sinister hiding in those ocean blues. He glared at you and you shrunk under his gaze. 

“No one will lay a hand on you,” he all but growled at you. There was possessiveness to his words, his gaze hard and there was a storm brewing in his eyes. “You will stay here. With me.” He said with a sense of finality, you looked at him disgusted again. 

“I’m not going to be your personal whore,” you snapped. His face snapped to face yours instantly and he was standing very close to you, his face right in yours and he glared into your eyes, you could smell the remnants of rum on his breath, your breath hitched. 

“You will be what I want you to be. If you want protection from them out there,” his tone was hard, stern. It scared you beyond belief. His hand reached out and he cupped your chin in his large calloused fingers making you look into his eyes. “Do I make myself clear?” You gulped and nodded, he immediately dropped his hand from your chin and walked away like he was disgusted by being that close to you. You watched him take a few deep breaths and shake his shoulders out. 

“I will not harm you or expect anything of you that you are not comfortable with. The debt you owe me can be repaid once you get your fins back,” he said evenly before leaving the cabin, leaving you completely alone. 

You took some deep shuddering breaths before you tried to move from the bed. The moment you stood you wobbled and fell back into the bed. You groaned loudly and fisted the sheets in frustration. The ship was still docked, if you could get these god forsaken legs to work with you, you could possibly escape back onto port before the ship got too far away. But based on the fact you couldn’t even stand upright without falling that would not be happening. And not to mention you were naked from the chest down, and the only thing covering your breasts was your handmade bra. You loved it, it was adorned in gems, and shells. You used things you found from wrecks to make it, the jewellery you wore was also from the many shipwrecks on the ocean floor. 

Resigned to your fate you tucked yourself into the corner of the bunk and covered your legs with the blanket. It was scratchy and rough against the skin of your barre legs. This is a feeling you didn’t think you would get used to any time soon. You tried to get your body and brain to work in sync by practising wiggling your toes and rolling your ankles around. Then bending your knees and twisting your leg at the hip. You would have to figure these legs out sooner rather than later or it would be a boring 2 months before you made it ‘swamp witch’ as they called the mother.  

It was while before you heard movement outside the cabin door, it slammed open, “Bucky, man you’re crazy. The crew, they'll never agree to keeping her here,” the blonde from earlier shouted at his captain. You scrambled back into the corner of the bed and tucked yourself into a small ball as his gaze snapped over to you. 

“It’s her isn’t it? The one who gave you scale 12 years ago. I recognized it the second I saw her tail,” he spat at his captain. 

Bucky threw his hand over the blonde mouth and glared into his eyes, “shush you fool,” Bucky snapped. “Yes it’s her,” he whispered, releasing the blonde's face.

“We’re so fucked,” the blonde threw his hands up in the air. He immediately whipped around and stalked up toward you, you pressed back further as he pointed his finger directly at you. “I don’t know how you bewitched him, or what your plan is,” he grabs your wrist and slit it with a knife, you yelped and stared back at him in fear as he slid the blade across his palm. Before he could connect the cuts together the captain grabbed the blonde's wrist. 

“Fool,” Bucky spat at his first mate. “That’s a siren. You can’t make a blood bond with her. Their song runs in their blood. You foolish idiot.” He threw his friend away from you. You cursed yourself for a moment, earlier when you fell into the sea, you should have sliced your palm and let the blood trickle into the water. Your sisters would have heard it. The song of the blood was different, more desperate than your usual song and would have called your sisters to your side immediately. But that only worked in water. He grabbed the blade and slid the blade across his palm and grabbed your cut wrist. 

Your blood mingled and you felt it singing, it was powerful, primal almost. As the blood mingled and combined you felt pinpricks through your body, his eyes were glowing a little as your siren blood mixed with his human blood. You were shocked a mere mortal would foolishly bond himself in blood to a siren. “If you harm anyone on or off this ship or this ship itself. You will parish,” he ground out as he felt your blood seep into his veins. You glared at him and growled, you put your other hand on his and kept them connected. 

“If you or any of your crew harms me, they will parish,” you spat at him, eyes ablaze. He ripped his hand from your wrist and glared down at you. 

“You witch,” the blonde spat. 

“Enough Steve,” Bucky said, breathing heavily. “You got what you wanted. A protection pact. Bound in blood,” he finished. The wounds healing quickly, the magic of the sea seeping into the ships boards. 

“You let her damn us. Now we can’t kill her afterwards,” Steve spat, he glared at you. You glared back. 

“Blood pacts can be broken. The swamp witch can do it,” your lip twitches. 

“To break a blood pact will cost you gravely,” your voice was an eerie tone, darker than before, more far away. His head whipped toward you and you smirked at him, “are you sure you’ll want to pay the price.” The price of breaking a blood pact usually favoured neither party. The sea would always get the last laugh in these circumstances. 

“The worst it could be is death,” the captain spat toward you. “And fortune favours the bold.” 

“There are fates worse than death, captain,” you snarled back. He whipped around and placed the tip of his sword under your chin and made you look into his eyes. 

“Of which you’ll learn,” he retorted. 

“You can’t harm me. Any harm and the punishment is grave,” you challenged, not cowering from him. He growled and a shiver went down your spine. 

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The Silent Sentinel

Jason was bored out of his mind. This school trip was supposed to be about history, culture, and learning something useful—all things Jason didn’t find interesting. Castles, knights, and ancient ruins were about as exciting to him as a brick wall. No, what he really wanted was to find a way out of this place. Maybe hit the pub he’d seen just outside the castle walls, grab a couple of drinks, maybe flirt with some local girls, and hopefully end the night getting laid—that was Jason’s plan.

Jason had always been more of a sports guy rather than a book guy. For him, the most important thing was to have a good time and to make every minute worth living. As soon as he could walk, he started running after balls, climbing trees, and laughing all day long with his friends. Jason had always been a joy to be around, and people were always asking him to join in for a good time. His easy-going attitude and laid-back mentality made him the star of his class from kindergarten until now in college and as soon as he was old enough, he decided to get a tattoo to remind himself that life was short, a line going from his elbow to his wrist and ending as an arrow. At around 6ft 4, Jason was a mountain on the football field. The only thing bigger than his height was his natural aura of dominance, emphasized by his perfectly crafted body. But the thing that really made him the star of every conversation was his million-dollar smile, his curly, wavy blonde hair, and his deep blue eyes. Yes, Jason was truly a perfect specimen of a human being.

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“The armors you’ll see all around this place are the eternal protectors of this place. Each one of them are unique because they all belonged to different people and they wear the proofs of their identifications. According to the legend, the armors used to be living soldiers, but the king ruling in this castle couldn't accept his knights to run away, so he cursed the castle and its walls, transforming every soldier trying to run away before the end of their mission and duty into eternal protectors of this walls, and doing so, trapping them as the armors you'll see all around, protecting the place they tried to run away. But don’t worry, this is only some lore and the local explication to why there are so many armors in this place. In reality, this probably used to be some kind of refuge for knights as they were walking from town to town offering their help. Anyway, follow me, on your left you’ll find the grand hall…” said the guide as he kept walking, followed by Jason’s teachers and the other students.

As the tour group made its way deeper into the castle, Jason lagged behind, half listening to this nonsense the guide was talking about. He was getting further and further from the group while shooting quick glances at his friends that seemed really intrigued by this visit. He wasn’t about to stay stuck here listening to this old-looking man who probably hadn’t seen the light of day in years. This was a pure waste of time. Bricks, rocks, paintings, tapestries, a lot of old empty armor—what a shame to spend such a beautiful day stuck between these dusty walls. For Jason, it was enough. This had to end. But he knew he couldn’t just leave like that. Jason really had to pass this class, or he’d lose his scholarship.

As the guide entered the grand hall, full of the same tapestries and armors holding spears in their hands, it was the last straw for Jason.

“I’m done,” he muttered under his breath.

Out of nowhere, he took out his phone and pretended to answer a call in a hurry. He acted concerned and almost stressed, talking just loud enough for his friends to hear him.

“Yeah, okay… well, I can’t right now, I’m on a vi… okay, yeah, okay. I’m on my way!”

Jason hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket as his friends, still walking toward the room, looked at him.

“Is everything okay?” asked Jason’s best friend, Matt.

"Hey, yeah, I gotta go. An emergency came up, I need to get home ASAP. Catch you later.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, dude? You good?"

"Yeah, it’s no big deal. Just something I need to handle. I'll text you later."

Without waiting for a response, Jason slipped down a narrow hallway leading toward what he thought was the exit. His heart raced with excitement, not because of any thrill for exploration, but at the thought of escaping the dull history lesson for something more fun. The pub wasn’t far, just a short walk across the courtyard, and he’d be able to grab a drink, chat up a girl, and then go back to his room, where he’d have the rest of the day to relax, play some games, and invent an excuse if anyone asked. The day was finally about to begin!

As Jason moved through the castle, the twisting corridors began to confuse him. Every turn looked the same, and he realized with growing frustration that he had managed to get himself lost.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, pushing open another old, heavy door at the end of the hallway. The room was dimly lit and almost empty except for another rusty, old-looking suit of armor standing in the corner and an ancient-looking table in the center. Jason stepped inside, scanning the empty space, hoping to find an emergency door or an employee exit leading to the main courtyard.

“Another one… Ain't no way I'm staying there any longer. Done with this boring bullshit. Let me out!” he muttered, dropping his shoulders in frustration and exhaustion as he turned to leave the room.

But as Jason tried to leave, his feet wouldn’t move. His body stiffened, a strange sensation creeping up his legs. Jason glanced down, trying to see why his feet were stuck to the floor. That’s when he saw it. All around him, engraved in the stones and covered by centuries of dust and grime, a dim light began to shine through the dust. Lines of shimmering purple light started to appear, soon forming intricate glyph designs.

“What the…” Panic set in as Jason struggled to move, feeling his legs frozen in place. The glyphs on the floor glowed brighter, their light pulsing in rhythm with his quickening heartbeat. He tried to yank his feet free, but the more he struggled, the tighter the symbols’ grip became.

"No one leave before the end of their mission..." heard Jason in a faint murmuring voice echoing between the walls.

Before he could scream for help, Jason felt a weird sensation spreading through his lungs and body. He turned his head to see dust starting to float around him. First, it was only a grain of dust, then a second one, and soon, a swirling bubble of dust engulfed him in a thick tornado of fear. Jason thought it was the end, that he would die here, his body lost forever in this empty room. Closing his eyes for a brief moment to collect himself, he suddenly felt wind on his forearms. Jason opened his eyes in surprise—how could he feel the wind on his bare forearms when he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and a coat? Wait, now it was his calves. What was happening?! Tilting his head, he saw through the thick cloud of magical dust that his clothes were turning into dust. Threads of fabric were ripping from him, swirling into the air before disintegrating.

Jason screamed for help, but no sound came out. Everything went silent, muted by the wind and glyphs. And suddenly, as Jason panicked, feeling his body exposed to the elements, the movement stopped. Everything stood still for a moment before exploding away from him. His clothes, now dust, scattered across the room, forever lost. Jason stood naked in the center of the room, the glyphs still glowing all around him. He tried to move, thinking it was over, but his feet were still frozen.

Then, a strange warmth spread from his groin, catching his breath. His hands shot down instinctively, but nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. His entire groin glowed with a faint purple hue, just like the floor beneath him. The warmth quickly turned into a searing heat surging through his lower body, the pain so intense it left him gasping.

Jason’s hands flew to his cock. He tried to hold it as an alien sensation began rising within him. It felt like it wanted to grow harder and harder, longer and longer. The feeling was both deeply arousing and weirdly terrifying. It was a pulsating force building inside him, and Jason was trying to resist it. But with one pulse from the glyphs, Jason felt his cock head push his fingers away. He saw it then—his cock elongating, hardening, then transforming, taking on another form and color. The familiar sensation of his manhood was replaced by something cold, metallic, and dangerous. He looked down in horror as he saw it shining between his fingers. His cock had stretched and turned into a massive sword, its shaft glinting in the dim light.

Jason’s mouth hung open, paralyzed with fear. His own flesh had turned into a sword. Just as he was about to scream in pure terror, he felt a new sensation beginning to spread in his nuts. His balls started to merge together. The pain was excruciating as the nerves intertwined and fused. Jason could have fainted from the intensity, but he remained conscious, trapped in the agony and his own powerlessness. Suddenly, his larger nut began to retract into the sack, which itself started to rise higher. Jason heard a pop, then a crack, and before he could catch his breath, he felt his hands gripping his balls as they began to harden and merge with the base of his cock sword. In an instant, his nuts had become the handle of his cock.

Jason was about to cry when the glyphs spasmed with power. His hands loosened slightly, just enough to let the sword fall and hit the ground with a loud metallic clang. His body convulsed, his knees nearly buckling from the impact as Jason realized he could still feel everything—the impact, the cold, grimy floor against his cock, and the vibration of the metal reverberating through his balls. It was as if his cock and balls, though transformed, were still part of him, still flesh in some twisted way.

He gasped in horror, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached down to grab the sword, desperate to reverse whatever had happened. But the moment his calloused hands touched the hilt, it was like squeezing his own nuts with a crushing grip. Pain surged through him, and he screamed out. Jason tried to release the hilt, but his fingers wouldn’t obey—they were frozen in place, gripping his balls tightly. It felt as though his body was no longer fully under his control.

Jason wanted to drop the sword, to escape the agony, but his body didn’t respond. Unbeknownst to him, this was only the beginning.

Jason tried to scream, but no sound escaped his throat. Behind him, he heard metallic noises, one after another. Then, all at once, a loud bang echoed, followed by the sound of sand flowing on an empty beach—the kind of sound that could be calming, but not in this moment.

Before his eyes, he saw shimmering tentacles of dust beginning to engulf his calves, then his arms, chest, and legs. It felt like something was embracing him. Oddly, it was almost soothing, and for a brief moment, Jason nearly forgot where he was. The sound and sensation were calming his torment. But a faint breeze brushing against the sword snapped him back to reality. When he resurfaced a few seconds later, he realized his body was constricted. He turned his head just in time to see the empty suit of armor in the corner of the room dissolving into dust, swirling around his head as a helmet formed and encased his face. Jason’s entire body was trapped inside the armor, locking him in place.

Jason looked down at himself in disbelief, his breath shallow and panicked as it echoed within the helmet. He could feel the cold metal against his bare skin. He tried to move, but nothing happened. He tried to scream, but no sound came from the helmet. The only part of him still under his control was his head.

Through the eyeholes of the helmet, Jason saw the purple light again. He understood it wasn’t over for him yet.

Suddenly, it felt like his feet were burning. The sensation spread up his legs, into his chest, arms, and finally his face and brain. The pain was unbearable, his vision blurred, and he thought he was being boiled alive. But just as Jason was about to pass out, he felt a pop in his bones, and a purple light began emanating from within the armor, glowing through his skin and bones. Jason screamed silently as light poured from his mouth. His eyes shut one last time as a tear of fear and pain rolled down his vanishing cheek. His body was disintegrating, turning into ash, dissolving bit by bit. His hands, his legs, his chest—all turned to dust, floating and falling within the armor before being absorbed by it.

Jason screamed in silence; his voice trapped within his mind as his body dissolved. He could still feel everything—his hands gripping the sword’s hilt, his feet on the cold stone floor, the weight of the armor pressing down on him—but he was no longer flesh and blood. He was nothing more than the armor now, a hollow, metal shell, yet still fully aware.

Jason tried to move, but he couldn’t. His body had become the armor, and there was no one left inside to control it.

As the glyphs continued to shine, Jason felt something being engraved onto the hilt of his sword. Beneath his armored fingers, a glyph appeared, etched into the metal. An intricate design started to form. A human silhouette started to appear in a standing position being encircled by what looked like a leaking sword centered in a shield with a castle on top of it. Then, as he thought it was over, a new engraving staring to appear on the lengths of his sword, centered between the two sharp sides. A line going from the hilt to the tip and ending as an arrow, a perfect mirror picture of the tattoo he used to have. When the engravings were complete, the glyphs shone brightly one last time before fading, leaving only the mark behind.

Jason felt his body moving of its own accord, walking back to the corner of the room where the armor had stood before he’d entered. Every movement his legs were taking, every breeze of wind on his naked metallic body, every bit of friction was sending shiver of orgasmic sensation in his sword. Jason would have cried and begged for cum and release if he had the chance. But nothing came, just frustration as another step was taken until he was where he belonged.

Jason took a standing position, gripping the sword even tighter, inadvertently squeezing his nuts harder. The tip of the sword scraped against the floor, sending a tingling sensation through his entire being that once again screamed for release.

Jason wanted to scream, to cum, to escape—but nothing happened. He was stuck there, waiting for the curse to be broken.

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Time passed—minutes, hours, Jason couldn’t tell. He was frozen in place, his thoughts racing, but his body immobile. The cursed room was silent, save for the occasional drip of water echoing in the distance. Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.

If Jason had still had a heart, it would have leaped. His friends—Mike and a few others—entered the room, laughing and chatting as they followed the tour guide. They seemed oblivious to the oppressive air of the chamber, their voices echoing off the walls.

Mike stepped forward, stopping in front of Jason’s armored form, unaware that he was staring at his best friend. He gazed up at the imposing figure.

“Whoa, check this out!” Mike called, drawing the others' attention. “This one look so epic. I wonder how old this armor is.”

Jason screamed inside his mind, desperate to be seen, to be saved, but his body remained as still as ever. The tour guide, unaware of the curse lingering in the room, droned on about the room’s history, speaking of old sorcery and forgotten rituals. But Jason’s friends didn’t care about what the guide was talking about—they were more interested in the armor and the sword.

“Dude, look at the sword!” Mike said, grinning. “This thing is massive. Bet it was for a fucking Captain knight or something.”

Jason’s entire being quaked in horror as Mike reached down and grabbed the sword—his sword, his penis. As Mike too hold of the hilt, he felt something weird. It was almost like it was warm to the touch, spasming with power, craving for touch and sensation. As Mike started to move back and forth moving the sword left and right, he swears he heard a faint murmur from the back of his mind, “Help me… feels, painf… good… don’t… stop.” Mike blinked a few times as he tried to understand if he was dreaming awake but his other friends called for him and the weird sensations vanished into the void as he laughed back playing a bit more with the sword. For Jason, the sensation was unbearable. It was like someone had taken hold of his most sensitive part, jerking and playing with it. Every time Mike moved the sword, Jason could feel it. The cold steel, the rough handling, the vertigo-inducing sensation of Mike squeezing his nuts while moving his cock left and right—it was all too real.

The group laughed and joked, unaware that every swing of the sword was torture for Jason. One of them even pretended to knight Mike with it, holding the blade up with mock seriousness.

Jason’s mind was a whirlwind of fear and humiliation. His friends—the people he had once trusted—were now unwittingly torturing him. Every time they touched the sword, he felt it deep in his core. His mind screamed for them to stop, but no one could hear his silent pleas as he watched them playing with his most intimate part, begging for someone to free him.

“Man, this sword is fucking epic,” Mike said with a laugh. “It’s so heavy. The knight who owned it must have been super strong. Like, I’m sure he was fighting and winning every fight!”

Jason could only wish it were true, that he could win this fight. But all he could do was endure, helpless in his new state, feeling everything happening but unable to do anything about it.

At one point, Mike joked, “I bet whoever owned this armor had to be a badass. You think they ever knew it’d end up stuck in a dusty old room like this?”

The words cut deep, and Jason’s mind spiraled into despair. Would he be trapped here forever? Would anyone ever know the truth? The laughter of his friends echoed in his mind; each taunt a dagger to his soul.

Eventually, the group grew tired of playing with the sword and returned it to its place, making sure the sword was held tight between the metallic fingers. As Mike finished positioning the fingers back in place, he noticed a strange engraving between the blades of the sword, it looked like a glyph leading to a line ending up as an arrow. As he blew on it, he swore he saw shimmering purple dust flow out of the engraving. He knew this symbol, but as his mind was about to put the pieces together, he heard someone calling for him. Mike got back up and started walking out of the room, forgetting about it after a couple of minutes. Jason stood there, holding his cock between his hands, feeling every faint movement and vibration of the walls and floor resonating in his empty armor body and cock as he kept screaming for help while hearing his friends entering a new room as the guide kept talking about the legends of this medieval castle he was now a part of.

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Hey guys!

I hope you enjoyed this new story. Let me know if you want to see more of Jason's journey. I have some ideas of where things could go for him, and no, it won't only be inanimate transformations if you want me to continue it.

As always, let me know what you thought of it, whether you enjoyed it or not, and if you have any ideas about what could happen next or where you want the story to go.

Also, I saw the results of the poll, and the story you voted for will be released really soon, so stay tuned.

Last but not least, I still have some slots left for free shorter stories based on your prompts. So feel free to send me messages or ask (anonymous is fine, don’t worry) if you have ideas you want me to write. It can be pretty much any theme you desire, but it's first come, first served.

In the meantime, have a nice day and see you soon! :)

[fa1rydr3ams]

General Sub Prohero Bakugou Headcanons Pt. 1

| cw: 18+ mdni, sub! bakugou, dom! gn reader, fluff, nsfw, edging,

| a/n: this is one of many so come back and check the masterlist soon!

| wc: 210

prohero! bakugou who tries to act tough but really gets soft when you gently kiss his forehead or play with his hair. he might grumble about it, but deep down, he secretly loves the attention.

prohero! bakugou who loves to help you cook dinner after a long day, complaining about small things but truly loving the domesticity of it. he'll stand close, and grumble about how you're doing it wrong, but you can catch him sneaking glances at you, with his lips quirking up every so often.

prohero! bakugou who on his rare days off, likes to do high-energy activities with you. often you find yourself rock-climbing, hiking, canoeing, he's all for the thrill and prefers dates with some action though he also doesn't mind if you'd rather sit at home all day.

prohero! bakugou who acts like he doesn't care but will be incredibly overprotective. if he's with you in a crowded place, he'll make sure to always have you in his line of sight, subtly guiding you with a hand on your back.

prohero! bakugou who calls late when he's on patrol, with such a soft spot for your voice. it calms him down when he's had a rough day. "tch...just wanted to hear you that's all..."

prohero! bakugou knew you were perfect for each other with how gentle you were with him even when he was annoying. he had such a spot for intimacy when it came to you, he would rest his head on your lap while you were watching tv.

sub prohero! bakugou who may be used to giving commands, but with you he wants to be told he's done well. whispering in his ear about how good he's been, or how much you want him, can get him to quickly drop that hard exterior. "you're such a good boy for me, katsuki," will have him biting his lip, attempting to stifle a groan.

sub prohero! bakugou who not so secretly loves when you push him down and keep him in place. he obviously is bigger than you and could easily break free but he never wishes to. he loves to feel your strength, it's that unspoken trust, the way he allows himself to feel vulnerable makes it so intimate. "is that the best you can do..." he would bite his lip and look up at you with a teasing smirk.

sub prohero! bakugou who once in the full headspace can't help but let you hear him. especially after an intense patrol when he's beneath you, his head thrown back, lips parted, and he can't hold back those little noises you love and adore. soft gasps, shaky breaths, and barely audible whimpers. "I can't...ngh god...please," he'd murmur into your neck, torn between wanting more and being overwhelmed by the sensation.

sub prohero! bakugou sometimes wakes up needy, grinding his hips into the bed, half-asleep but very aware of how close your body is. if you start touching him, even softly, he'll let out quiet, needy little noises, slowly waking up with a deep blush. "good morning...uh-I... I didn't mean to wake up like this," he mumbles, still hazy but not wanting you to take your hands off his body.

sub prohero! bakugou has a love-hate relationship with teasing and edging. he'll curse at you, and groan in frustration, but the moment you finally give in, his voice cracks with relief. "fuck...don't stop, please," he'd gasp, hands gripping the sheets as he feels himself start to unravel.

sub prohero! bakugou has a spot on his neck that drives him absolutely wild when kissed or bitten, and he struggles to hide it from you. the moment your lips brush against it, he shudders and lets out a shaky breath, his voice barely breaking a whisper. "fuck do that again."

[tojigasm]

Thinking about how good of an older brother Toji would be <3

Older brother toji that babysits you while your parents are out.

He sits on the couch while you finish your homework on the carpeted floor.

Flat on your tummy as you watch TV, and your hand trailing aimlessly over the page from your workbook.

You think you're secretive; positioned so that it appears you're working and your eyes trained on the cartoon ponies on the screen.

Toji's not stupid.

"Whatcha' workin' on, kid?"

His voice jolts you, and you drop your head down to your book, immediately scribbling down a few random answers.

"Homework." You mumble, kicking both feet in the air nervously.

Toji hums from behind you, and you relax in a quiet sigh of relief.

You hadn't been caught.

Toji wasn't one to snitch on you. Not that he ever was. But you idolized him in a way. You loved spending time with him, whether it was him picking you up from school, taking you to the park, or even just introducing you to his friends when they came over.

Suddenly, the channel changes on the TV, and you whip around to meet him.

"Hey!" You sit up, "I was watching that!"

Toji falls back into the couch with a heavy laugh, a hand thrown over his chest.

You pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Got you!" Toji pushes at your shoulder.

—

Older brother Toji who keeps you in his lap when he and his friends go out for ice cream.

He spoon feeds you smaller scoops of his cup, smoothing a big hand up and down your back as you giggle excitedly.

Toji adores you. A warm smile soft on his rough features as he listens to you talk about your day at school.

"Ain't she the cutest?" Toji feeds you another spoonful, and his friends nod.

"Oh yeah," Gojo comments, and you can feel your older brother sigh and sink into the rubbery chair with annoyance.

"Too cute to be related to you. She's gotta be adopted!" The older boy cackles before cutting himself off with a rough grunt followed by Toji kicking him from under the table.

"Toji?" Your mouth stained blue with ice cream.

Toji nods, grabbing a bunch of napkins. "Hm?" He hums, wiping your cheeks.

"What's adopted?"

Your older brothers silver eyes narrow at the snow haired boy across from you before he meets your own again. "Don't worry about it, kid." He shakes his head.

—

Older brother Toji, who, when he's reading, let's you climb all over him.

He's hidden away in the den while he reads, in the quiet of the house and the warmth of the chimney.

"Tojiiiii!" You sing, bouncing about the rooms in search of your older half.

He sings back a teased "Yessss?"

When you find him, he's lied back lengthwise against the cushions, legs relaxed over the arm of the couch.

You waste no time scrambling over to him before tapping his shoulder excitedly, giggling, and jumping in your place.

"What's the magic word?" He peers at you.

"Please!"

Toji nods before motioning for you to climb onto his legs.

As you do, you settle your chest onto the flats of his socked feet, letting him lift you up into the air.

You squeal excitedly, giggling and cheering as he gently rocks you back and forth before dropping both legs softly to let you slip down to the floor.

"Toji train is over." He says before turning another page of his book.

—

Older brother Toji who gives you impromptu lessons on how to ride a skateboard after he's grown out of his old one.

He keeps you steady, letting your small hands hold onto his bulky arms as he guides you along the road.

"See?" He preens, smiling down at you, "you're doin' great, kid!"

Filled with so much excitement, you giggle and bounce about some, and in the midst of his encouragement, he lets you go, letting you gently move on your own.

He follows beside you for a while, making sure to steady you here and there.

"You're a natural," he pushes you forward softly, "don't even need me here."

Once you're more confident, you're circling around him and able to make your way up and down your cul-de-sac in glee.

"Toji?" You call from down the road away.

"Yeah?" He calls back, arms crossed over his chest.

"Will you ride with me?" You call back, slowly making your way over to him.

Toji smiles at that.

—

Older brother Toji comforts you when your first boyfriend breaks up with you, and it seems like your heart's been shattered into two.

And it's hurting your sixteen year old heart so bad and so deeply that you just don't think you'll be able to go on.

Especially not when your eyes are swollen for crying for the past two and a half hours over your long-lasting relationship of a week.

Your throat hurts from sobbing into your pillow, and your heads begun to seep into a sharp headache that pounds and pulses against your skull.

A knock sounds from your door, and you sniffle a broken "who is it?"

"S' Toji, kid."

You don't say anything and let yourself roll onto your back to stare up at your ceiling — a scattered mess of colors and scribbles that a much younger teenage Toji had convinced you to aid him in while you were only starting kindergarten and found joy in destroying and marking up anything and everything.

The bed dips next to you.

"Y'okay?" He asks. And though you can't see him, you can hear his expression; furrowed brows and a soft frown.

Your head lolls to the side and you can only meet his eyes for a moment before you realize he's holding a stuffed toy of your favorite animal and a box full of candies and youre suddenly sobbing again.

Curling in on yourself and digging into your bed.

Toji sighs and places the treats and toy onto your desk before making his way back over to you.

He crawls over your bed to turn you over gently, cuddling you against his chest.

"Just take some deep breaths fr'me," he runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly, "I know, I know."

"Why are boys so mean?" You sob, wiping away at your raw cheeks.

"'Cus they're stupid." He cups a hand to your forehead, gently pressing against your temples to ease at the tight tension.

There's a gentle quiet that settles into your room, one that washes over you and relaxes you in his hold.

And there's a long while of quiet before your cries dribble into softer sniffles that Toji takes a breath behind you.

"Y'done being sad now?"

You nod.

"Okay, good, 'cus I've got this huge box of candy, and there's no way I can finish it all myself."

—

Older brother Toji, who lets you practice makeup on him when your parents get you makeup kits and pallets for your birthday.

"Careful!" Toji hisses from beneath you.

You've got him stuck in his office chair, his hair pushed back under a headband, and baking powder setting against his skin.

"Sorry," you mumble through a tease, going back to sharpen the line on his winged liner.

"You're gonna fuckin' poke my eye out with that shit." He pushes your hand away to look into the mirror set up on the desk next to you.

You roll your eyes before grabbing his jaw to turn him back to you. "No, I'm not. Stop being dramatic."

Silver eyes narrow at you, and he hums shortly.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 21 - Tentacles

Summary: There’s a place along the coastline not far from town that’s steeped in legend. It’s not a place you can find if you’re looking for it. No, it’s said this place finds you if you’re in need of it. A place for lonely women and men walking the shoreline. A place for the brave, and the curious. 

Pairing: Fives x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, sea monster!Fives, tentacles, tentacle sex, bondage, choking (not really like choking but things get wrapped around necks)

A/N: Another one of my favorites in the series. Very proud of this one.

MASTERLIST

Your feet sink into the wet sand as you slowly walk along the shore. Every so often a wave rises higher than the rest, washing over your feet as you go. Your heart is thudding in your chest, chills of both nerves and excitement running down your spine. The beach is empty despite the warm weather, as this beach usually is. You’ve traveled past it time and time again but you’ve never given it much of a second glance. It’s always just been another stretch of the coastline. 

It’s far more than that, or so you’ve heard. 

You’ve been walking for 30 minutes since you found the small, overgrown trail down to the sand. The rocks ahead are getting closer, your stomach churning with emotions. You’ve felt a longing to visit since you first overheard the story, a desire to see if it’s really true. 

You reach the headland at the end of the beach, climbing up onto the rocks. You scan the cliffside, noticing a small opening between two rocks. It would have been easy to miss if you hadn’t caught it at just the right angle. You swallow your nerves, climbing over the rocks carefully until you’re standing in front of the opening. It’s a tunnel cut through the headland, the rock walls fading into darkness. You gulp nervously, glancing behind you before you step into the tunnel. 

You use the wall to guide you as you slip into the darkness, the ground flat and even. Water drips around you, startling you as it occasionally drips on your head and shoulders. You walk for maybe two minutes before you see light, and the end of the tunnel. You blink against the sun as you step into the small cove. The sand is warm under your toes, the water bright blue, waves crashing against the rocks that line the shore. You approach the rocks slowly, your eyes adjusting to the bright sun. 

It’s then you notice the figure lounging on the rocks. 

You slow your approach as you take him in. He’s easy to miss from a distance, blending in with the water. His skin is a deep blue color with lighter blue spots dotting his skin. He has no hair that you can see, but the most shocking part is how his lower half tapers off into long tentacles, not unlike a squid or an octopus.

You pause as you reach the rocks, still staring at him, transfixed. He hasn’t acknowledged you at all, seemingly unaware of your presence. 

“Have a seat.” He says, his voice deeper than expected. He lifts an arm, motioning at the rocks next to him. It makes you jump, not expecting him to even know you were there. 

You glance back at the entrance of the tunnel. You can’t see it from this angle, the hole in the rocks invisible, almost as if it’s closed up again. You turn back to look at the man...creature...jumping as you find him suddenly staring at you. Your lips part in a gasp as you take in his face. His eyes are completely black, deep and inky and shining in the light. There’s more spots on his face, not unlike freckles. On his right temple they form a strange shape, almost like the number five. 

“Scared?” He asks, tilting his head at you. 

You are a bit afraid. You’re not sure what you had been expecting. None of the stories had ever mentioned what they found on the beach. None of them mentioned wha, or who, was waiting for them. You have no reason to fear, despite the sharp teeth that are revealed as he grins at you. Obviously those that had found this place returned safely, otherwise there wouldn’t be stories. 

You climb onto the rocks, maneuvering yourself carefully to the spot he had motioned to. You lean against a large rock overlooking a tide pool. Fish and other creatures swim around inside, the pool teeming with life. 

“You’re a curious thing.” He says, those inky eyes almost staring through you. A shiver runs down your spine and you shift on the rock. “The question is,” He leans closer to you. “Just how curious. You’ve heard the stories.” 

“Yes.” You nod. “Some of them. They’re never...very detailed.” 

He grins, flashing his sharp teeth. “For a reason. If everyone knew what transpired in this cove, I’d have a line down the beach.” He shifts his body, his tentacles sliding across the rocks. You can’t look away as they writhe and shift, seeming to have a life of their own. “Thus, only those who need to find me, can.” 

His hand rises, reaching across the space between you to cup your face. His skin is strangely slick and rubbery and cold to the touch. You don’t move, staying still as he strokes his fingers across your cheek. 

“You are very lonely.” He says, his tone soft. “I sense a great...frustration within you.” His hand slides down your face to your neck, trailing over the skin before it comes to rest on your chest where your heart is threatening to pound right out of your skin. “I can help you with that.” 

“You can...do that?” You ask. 

He moves with surprising speed, suddenly sitting up in front of you. You stare up at him in shock, his hand trailing back up to cup your jaw. His thumb presses against your lips, tugging on the lower one. “Sweetheart...it’s what I do.” 

He leans in closer, crowding your body against the rock. His tentacles slide against your bare legs as he leans his face close to yours, cool breath fanning against your skin. 

“All you have to do is say yes.” He says quietly, a shiver running down your spine. 

You stare up into his eyes before nodding. “Yes.” 

He closes the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours. He tastes briney and slightly fishy, your mind filling with thoughts of the sea. You let him press you back against the rock, his body caging you in.

Something begins sliding up your legs, curling around your thighs as they slip under your dress. It’s his tentacles, you realize, a gasp being pulled from your lips as one slides higher, brushing against your unclothed pussy as it continues to wrap around your thigh. 

“Don’t be afraid.” He says, pecking your lips. “I promise it’s worth it. 

His hands grip your hips, bunching your dress up around your waist. He makes quick work of it, stripping it off and tossing it into the sand. You’re bare before him, his eyes raking your form. 

“Beautiful.” He says, pressing against your body again. 

You gasp as a tentacle slides up your stomach, slick and rubbery on your skin just like his hands. Two more tentacles wrap around your wrists, pinning your arms against the rock. The tentacle on your stomach slides higher, slipping between your breasts. 

“They call me Fives.” He says, bracing his hands on the rock behind you. “Because of my birthmark.”

You tell him your name, gasping as his tentacles lift you off your feet, spreading your legs open as far as they can. You’re entirely suspended by his tentacles, a shiver running down your spine at the knowledge of just how strong he is.

“Beautiful name, fitting for a beautiful woman.” He says, leaning in and pecking your lips. “Relax for me.” He soothes you, the tentacle moving up your chest sliding around the back of your neck. It lifts up, brushing your lips before wrapping around your throat. It’s not constricting, but it applies enough pressure to remind you it’s there. 

You gasp again as something slides along your pussy, slick and firm. It applies pressure against your clit, sliding back and forth. Your body jerks, tugging against the tentacles restraining you but they hold you firm. You’ve never felt anything like it, even your toys paling in comparison to the slick, rubbery feel of his tentacle. It writhes against the sensitive bud, dragging through your slick folds. Your eyes roll back, back arching off the rock as you’re thrown into your first orgasm. Your hips jerk against the tentacle, moans and mewls leaving your lips. 

Fives watches you cum, your body sensitive from being neglected for too long. He uses your distraction to probe your entrance with his tentacle, your juices combined with the slick consistency allowing it to slip into you easily. 

You let out a moan as his tentacle presses into you, its tapering spreading you further and further open as it reaches deeper and deeper inside you. It's unlike anything you've ever felt, especially when it begins wiggling inside of you. 

You let out a surprised sound as it begins wiggling and writhing, it's tip dragging along your walls. You squirm at the strange sensation, pussy clenching around his tentacle. 

"That's it." He groans, pressing even deeper into you. "You can take it." 

You wonder if it's pleasurable for him too, his eyes locked on your pussy where his tentacle is stretching you open.

The one around your throat tightens just slightly as your back arches, the tentacle inside you brushing that spot deep inside. It begins thrusting in and out of you, writhing and twisting as it fucks you. The lewd squelch of it moving in and out of your wet pussy is loud, almost as loud as the moans leaving your lips. 

You’ve never felt such pleasure before, the almost alien sensation almost too much. You’re not sure you’ll ever find anything that compares to this, but perhaps that is the curse of finding such a place. You wonder how many others have found themselves in this position, how many others that share the stories were recipients of his skilled ministrations. 

You writhe against the rock, against his hold on you as he fucks you deeply, the tentacle curling inside you and pressing against every spot in your passage. You cum with a cry, legs shaking as you gush around the tentacle. He works you through your orgasm before easing the tentacle out of your pussy, withdrawing the ones from your legs and lowering you back to your feet. Your legs are trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, his tentacles slowly releasing your body. The one around your throat moves last, unraveling itself before sliding its way back down your stomach, before disappearing from your skin. 

You stare up at him, breathing heavily. His gaze is almost fond as he watches you, a blue tongue darting out to lick his lips. 

“Thank you.” You say, feeling more satisfied than you ever have before. 

“No, thank you.” He says, smoothing a hand over your cheek. “Whenever you find yourself in need, you know where to look.” 

You pull your dress on as he slips back into the water, legs still shaking a bit as you traverse back up the beach to the tunnel. Your skin is tingling, the sensation of his tentacles around you still very much present in your mind. You’ll likely never forget it. 

You already want to turn around and go back, let him fuck you until you can’t walk, until you’re used up and dry like the starfish left behind by the tide. He’s already gone, though, already slipped back into the sea. 

For just a moment you question if it was real, or perhaps some strange dream. The tunnel is invisible as you turn to look once you’ve reached the other side, almost like it was never there. 

The slickness of your skin and the ache in your pussy tells you otherwise. 

You understand now, why no one shares what awaits on the other side of the beach. You certainly won’t be speaking about the strange sea monster that will bring you to pleasure you’ve never felt with his tentacles. Though, perhaps, if you see the right person, you may hint at the secret waiting in the cove if they’re brave enough. 

You certainly will be returning to it. 

Returning to him. 

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[winniethewife]

You know you hypnotize me, always (Control x F!reader)

Part two of High water: A Southern Reach Fanfiction

Warnings: Virginity, Experienced!reader, fingering, PinV,

Last part ~ Next part

Words: 829

Control was different from other people she’d been with. That much she knew from the first time they slept together. It hadn’t even occurred to her at the time that she could be his first. When they made it back to her dorm room after their date, prior to which she had made sure that the room would be vacant for the night, she watched as he nervously started to fidget with the chain on his wallet, the way he glanced around hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do next. She takes his hand and pulls him gently against her, reaching up for his face, fingers tracing his sharp jawline.

“You okay?” She asked with affection, her eyes filled with kindness. Kind eyes, that’s something he was not used to, he was still learning that she was not using him, that she genuinely cared.

“I think so, Just nervous, never really…um” He wasn’t sure how to continue his sentence. Normally it is totally uncool for a college freshman to admit he’d never gotten laid, especially to the girl who was about to change that.

“Yeah I kinda, figured that out. It’s okay we can go at your pace. No rush, we have all night.” She said softly, to which Control reaches around her waist and pulls her in their faces inching closer to each other until he can feel her breath on his lips.

“No rush, just us, and the night ahead.” He said softly, bridging the gap to then press his lips to hers, taking his time to get to know every inch of her. The kiss is sweet and gentle yet also needy and hungry. His hands exploring her body with calloused hands, carefully lifting her shirt over her head, tossing it to the side. She repays in kind expertly working the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest. She started to gently guide him to her bed, pulling him onto the bed with her as she slides out of her pants. He climbs on top of her and holding her gently as he starts to kiss her neck, his mouth roaming over her collarbone and shoulders as she pulled his belt out and carefully worked down his pants. He pulled her underwear down as he pulled away from her, and she reaches to guide his hand to her slick folds, wordlessly showing him how to pleasure her. He follows her lead, sliding his fingers inside her entrance, curling his fingers into her, looking up at her for approval with every new thing he tried. Although his inexperience showed through in his touch, She was pleased to find he was a quick learner.

“That’s it…right- Oh god- right there. Careful I…Mph.” She mutters softly as his fingers press into her walls, finding all the right spots, moving in and out of her at a steady pace, his thumb making clumsy circles of her clit. Control couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way she felt, the way she reacted when he did certain things. She’s clutching the sheets in her hands and groaning as he presses on, her thoughts fuzzy as he continued to play with her, it was torture, it was heaven, it was everything. The only thing that was stopping him from using this moment as an experiment was his own growing indescribable need to be inside her, his rock hard erection pressing uncomfortably against his boxer shorts a constant distraction.  He pulled his fingers out of her, looking at the wetness that coated his fingers with intrigue, spreading his fingers watching as the clear sticky substance bridged the gap between his fingers, he felt warmth pooling in his stomach as he looked up to her. Her eyes half lidded, her breathing heavy. He pulled down his boxers and, after a horrible flashback to that day during high school health class learning how a condom works, strategically positioned himself over her, He captures her lips in another heated kiss, he’s not sure how to proceed but she feels so good against him. She reaches down and helps guide him into her, her hand lingering in place as he finds his whereabouts. Seemingly the stars align, or some programing in the back of his mind kicks in and Control starts to move inside her. The back and forth pull of his hips and hers moving together. She lets out a series of soft mutterings and praises, He grunts softly, groaning lowly, seemingly at a loss for words as he picks up the pace, his eyes clouded with lust as he looks at her, pressing himself deeper and harder into her.

“Fuck…Control, don’t stop, please. God yes, please, fuck, plea-ngh.” She couldn’t figure out what she was asking for, but as she holds onto him tightly his hips stutter as he felt himself release into the condom, a single word falling from his lips as he feels the overwhelming pleasure from within.

“Damn.”

~

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Taglist: @silvernight-m @boredzillenial @reallyrallyauthor @ominoose

[comfort-questing]

"well, this wasn't how I thought this would go"

for @whumperless-whump-event day 13 - we return to my locals in the river

-

they couldn't stay on the boulder forever, as much as the idea seemed superficially appealing, exhaustion and aches weighing Elevy down just as much as Nole's limp form in her arms. Nole had burrowed her way mostly inside her coat, head snuggled into the curve of her shoulder, chilly hands clutching desperately behind Elevy's shoulderblades. her breath was quick and raspy against her throat.

the wind was numbing Elevy's nose and ears now, having moved on from her hands. they needed a fire. they needed to get back to camp. but even the ghostly moonlight was enough to show Elevy that Nole wasn't going to be walking anytime soon, from the skew of her ankle and the slow blood trickling dark onto the rock.

but all they'd do here was freeze together, at this rate. Elevy sighed.

"Nole?"

"mmm?"

"I'm going to try to help you get up, okay? we can't stay here. I've got a rope on a tree nearby, and we can get up to solid ground anyway. build a fire or something."

"would be nice," said Nole, through chattering teeth. then, "I'll - try it."

it didn't work, anyway. Elevy was just grateful that they both managed to end up still on the rock, not in the river, when their three-legged scramble of an attempt failed; fresh aches throbbed as she took the brunt of the landing. in the end the two of them crawled, more or less, to the dry side of the rock, and Nole sat there while Elevy got her soaking wet coat off the rock again. Nole said she'd try again and Elevy did most of the work of it, but they did make it to the rope and the leaning tree and the root-studded side of the bank. Nole's breath was coming fast and faster now and she folded again onto the ground when Elevy let go, letting out a sigh that was almost a sob.

the owls had a dialogue going in the trees, just a touch louder than the wind. Elevy blew on her numb palms, waking the sting of raw skin. "I'll go up," she said, "loop the rope and drop it back."

"loop it first." Nole's eyes were dark wells in her sallow, moon-hollowed face. "you want a pulley. I'm - not climbing that."

it took several tries but they managed it between them - Nole huddled into the rope loop, guiding herself upward root by root with shaky hands, Elevy leaning further and further back towards the river till its icy waters filled her boots. then Nole was sprawled on the high bank above and mumbling incoherent encouragements while Elevy climbed, only knocking her head on one root on the way up, and skinning her knuckles on the tree trunk.

if it weren't for - well, everything - she could have laid down there, right on the riverbank, and gone to sleep. but Nole was shivering again, teeth chattering furiously, and Elevy opened her coat again for a little shelter for her while she got a fire started.

not enough. not half enough. but something, in the end, at least, and the warmth of flame-glow on Nole's face made her seem more alive and less a ghost, as Elevy chafed at her hands again and listened worriedly to the uneven effort of her breaths.

bandaging Nole's leg took longer. the mangled leather of her boot had taken some of the damage, at least, but there were still a half-dozen puncture holes and some of them torn into gashes with the lycan's thrashing and Nole's attempts to escape. either her ankle was broken or badly sprained, and there was something significantly wrong with the shape of her knee as well, which was worse yet. Nole clenched her teeth and buried her face in Elevy's coat while she worked. proper cleaning would have to wait, but there were bandages in Elevy's bag that she'd grabbed on the way out of camp, and several sticks made an approximation of a splint.

this was all bad - Elevy thought, dimly - this was all very bad. she blinked at the small flames of their fire, licking upwards along the spruce branches.

"someone will find us in the morning," she said, trying to convince herself. "someone - will come looking, won't they?"

"hope so," said Nole, from inside the circle of her arms, bandaged leg stretched out stiffly.

"this wasn't how I - how I thought this would go." she hadn't thought about it, really. she hadn't thought at all. only run, because she knew she couldn't leave Nole lost and alone, whether dead or alive. because there was nothing left for any of them here on the ragged edge of the world besides each other.

"wasn't how I thought either," Nole mumbled. "I thought I was going to die, I mean, when that thing got me and I fell. but - Saff had shot it already - and I guess it let go when we landed - and went wherever it goes. and I was - oh - in the water, and the current was too strong - "

the fire was hazy in Elevy's eyes, and the scrapes stung on her hands. "I was going to go yell at Darin. when we're back."

"he - had some things to deal with up there, too," said Nole. "mostly things with teeth. don't blame him. I don't anyway." there was starting to be some color in her lips again, though she was still shivering finely against Elevy, and her hands didn't feel as chilly as before. "I'm - tired."

"stay awake a bit longer. we've got to get you warm again." watching Nole's eyelids slipping closed sparked a horrid terror in her, and she shook her friend gently. "please."

"oh - all right - all right."

when exactly they fell asleep, together or separately, Elevy never knew quite; but she woke several times halfway during the dark hours, with the tree at her back, and half-drowsed counted Nole's breaths against her before she slept again, until the thin light of day came to find them both.

[candle-lamp]

Rereading SBG and writing what I notice: Episode 1-10:

- the art!! It started off great and was one of the things that made me read it at first, but it's improved so much

- I forgot how suspenseful the og bus scene was, genuinely feels straight out of a horror movie

- Ashlyn's name for the group chat is "Them."

- the scene with Mr. Thomas being ignored is so funny

- Aiden sculpting with his school lunch

- chronically sleepy Ben (he's so me)

- Aiden throwing shade at Tyler

- random kid hearing Tyler's rant and slowly leaving

- Ben being the one to tell Tyler to be quiet

- Taylor is the only one who ate a significant portion of her lunch

- Ashlyn's parents being iconic

- Aiden + Ben and Ashlyn live one house apart

- Aiden seeing befriending Ashlyn to be a challenge

- Tyler's shoe being embedded in the wall

- Ashlyn comparing Logan to a puppy

- Logan in the background while Ashlyn is looking for her seat

- "I pretend I do not see"

- all the background students being silly

- the characters introducing themselves (Ash: likes dogs, Aiden: likes bungee jumping, skydiving, rock climbing, racing, water skiing-, Ben: (asleep, even before all the phantom stuff), Logan: likes astrology, Taylor: mechanics club, Tyler: baseball)

- Ashlyn hiding in her shirt and Aiden comparing her to a turtle

- paper cranes on Mr. Thomas's desk

- turtle Ashlyn again when she’s telling her parents about the group project

- Ashlyn's parents being fake dramatic (I love them sm)

- Ashlyn definitely takes after her mom

- Ashlyn contemplating life in the bathroom

- also Aiden what the heck man, inviting yourself and your parents over

- Aiden's dad calling Ben "Benny"

- Ash chilling, casually bent in half

- Taylor asking Tyler for his bag since she left hers

- Logan calling someone (his grandparents?) in the background

- 8 hour drive to Savannah, yeah the distance reseting makes a lot of sense

- all the students have Mr. Thomas's number, wonder if that'll ever come up

- Ashlyn being described as giving up too easily, wow she's really grown

- Aiden solving a 4x4 rubix cube super fast

- him giving Ash and Taylor fidget toys

- might just be the angle, but Logan looked interested in what Ben was writing

- Ash scaring the others with her glowstick joints

- Ashlyn having a bad feeling about Savannah, as well as her first day

- her not wanting Aiden to call her "Ash"

- Taylor stealing Logan's camera, Aiden stealing coins from the fountain

- Taylor knowing the Sorrel Weed House is haunted

- paper crane on tour guide's phone

- Logan not getting sarcasm

- Taylor being the optimistic one and hyping everyone up

- first phantom is freaky, Ash was able to see it slightly before the others

- Tyler insisting ghosts aren't real, while Taylor seems knowledgeable on ghosts... hmm

- tour guide lady has some way of sensing the connection someone has to the phantom realm

- little Ashlyn is so cute!!

- the phantom shadow thing shows up on camera, I wonder if it's only for anyone who's been exposed or if they could show the photo to some random person and they'd see the shadow

[alyjojo]

December 2024 🫶 for Gemini

Preshuffle: Some delusional, starry-eyed, lovebomby person coming in with an opportunity (or a job) that sounds better than it actually is - that’s the actual truth. You could be the one seeing this truth.

Meditation: I’m seeing dwarves ⛏️ hitting rocks which made me giggle, all men, yucking it up with jokes and laughs all day. After work, they all go to a bar for pints and more laughs. You quietly excuse yourself and head home to cover up a sleeping child 👧

General: 2 Swords

Love: 8 Wands rev

Work: King of Cups rev & The Tower rev

The sleeping child shows up again on the love side, there’s a heavy single-parent vibe in this reading, where the other parent is a jackass. Is the other parent coming back around for the holidays, probably not. Will they even call or god forbid, step up? Probably not. Could also be your own parent and you’re the child 🙏 Some of you could be dealing with some very difficult life or death kind of situations where parents & grandparents are concerned, someone may also have lost a job in the mix, there’s a struggle going on where love is concerned. I’m also seeing like…say you have a kid, if you’re dating someone that doesn’t acknowledge them or seem to care - you’re ending that 💯 There could also be a struggle over not wanting to have children, outside children, custody, or just working a lot and having no real time to get together & celebrate this year. You could feel ignored, or someone else does. Could be a child that doesn’t understand…work, money, bills, child support, why are you gone all of the time? That’s not your fault 🤗 Unless it is but, that’s maybe one person idk. It’s not your fault the other one is gone regardless, someone’s having to deal with questions about that too.

Work is the opposite vibe, thankfully right - you have no choice but to be there - might as well make it not miserable. There are laughs and jokes with Coffee Cup here, just like the meditation, you’ve got a good group of people around you at work that you enjoy talking to…as much as you can anyway, it’s work. There’s something half-assed being shown, like a last minute, end-of-the-year budget cut or something that someone is…casually manipulating. In order to avoid a bigger problem later, there’s a reason, but it’s kinda shady and you’re looking the other way - you understand the why. It’s for Achievement purposes. The target goal was 50k, you sold 40k and are putting this last person on the record as having signed, bumping you up to 65k…but they haven’t signed yet. They will, and you’ll manipulate it so it fits and seems legit - or someone is, could be a Scorpio you’re dealing with at work. It’s for the good of the company! Go team & such.

You come into December with:

Wolf of White Light 🌙

“There is a guide inside of us.”

Wolf of White Light comes to remind you that you must use your instinct, for it is what protects you. You are more aware of this than you realize. Your instinct is finely tuned and accurate, so why doubt it? He reminds us that focusing on past injustices will not prepare us for the present. Wolf of White Light warns that time spent in the past also leaves you defenseless in the future. Letting go of the old is signified, for if you do not, you may miss the opportunities that Spirit has planned for you. Wolf is the spirit guide that comes to lead you up the mountain you are about to climb. He only appears to those seeking a guide. Allow him to guide you, and follow your instincts. Remember that when the Wolf appears, it’s time to move on. He is a reminder that your journey is guided. With your eyes focused forward, the Wolf is waiting in the distance for you. Now is the time.

You leave December having learned:

Bernie Banana and All Things Yellow 🍌

“How can I choose?”

Have you recently faced a major truth about yourself and are trying to figure out where you do belong? Or are you facing some other kind of dilemma? Is your thinking cloudy because you think someone or something is cheating you out of your just desserts? Bernie has come to you to let you know you are not alone. You are being advised to approach your particular situation with an open eye and closed mouth. Do not say or reveal too much, your “knowledge” may prove to work against you, or you may be in the midst of a volatile situation. You are being told to play the neutral position, it will prove important later that you have not chosen any “sides”. Do not ignore your beliefs, simply do not publicize them, weigh your situation carefully. You’re in the winning position by being the observer. Answers will come by allowing a dilemma to exist, the situation is out of your hands. Something else requires your attention, leave well enough alone.

Yellow may be a lucky color 💛

Compatibility for December:

10 Wands is a heavy weight to carry, mirrored by your love reading and whatever responsibilities you have outside of and including work. Social events and holidays could weigh you down due to money, time, or it’s all just another thing on your list of too many things to manage. Maybe people can help? Though some of them might be the problem fr.

Aries - conflicts and competition, someone could have other options or is purposely confusing & full of shit - you/they see it

Taurus - pissed off you moved away from them to give to someone else /switch

Gemini - once a cheater always a cheater, at at least where this person is concerned

Cancer - has healed from past pain, which may have been very intense, and is being generous to you or switch, you may have known this person for a lifetime, more than one even - it’s a soul tie 🪢 You’d know who/how it’s deep.

Leo - popping off and pouting 😑, and if they’re a child then that’s fair - they could be

Virgo - doesn’t want to come back around because they see you as a manipulator 👿

Libra - lots and lots of messages & communication, may talk your ear off 💬

Scorpio - has a destined opportunity or you do, this person is in your life for a reason - either they’re hurt & that’s why or they may be lovebombing and could hurt YOU - be careful, it could be a lesson or a blessing, but which?

Sagittarius - has deep regrets and wants to apologize & make things right - they love or care about you deeply /switch

Capricorn - doing what’s best for the family, relationship, the group - and you’re included

Aquarius - abusive, authoritative, controlling, kind of a dick - this person is unbalanced & unfair, if they’re your boss then they’re the worst 😬

Pisces - emotionally immature, insecure, not confident in a “broken” situation or family or however you’re involved - this one could run deep

[l-e-morgan-author]

A Summer Walk

When she stepped outside it was grey and cloudy and dull, just how she liked. It suited her mood exactly, and suited her current plan.

She sort of half noticed the trees on her route: they were so pretty, but she didn't have much mind to pay attention to them. It was the season of flowering gums, and there was a particularly fine red one on her way. She paused a moment to contemplate it.

Then she touched her pocket as if in reassurance, and went on.

Presently she got to the stream. It was loud, full from the last few days' heavy rainfall. The stepping stones were still damp from being covered while the stream swelled beyond its banks. Her shoes were covered in mud.

She sat on the rock at the edge of the stream, and stared blankly at the water flowing over a rock in the middle of the stream. Leaves drifted downstream, then swooped over the rock and were gone, tumbling.

After a while, she reached for her pocket and took out the thing she had carried for the whole walk. A brief glint of sunlight struck it, shining. She turned it over and over in her hands, deep in thought. Once, she took her pulse, then ran her fingers further up her arm, seeking by touch where the artery lay. Still she held the blade immobile, occasionally tilting it so that the sun caught it.

At last - at long, long last - she took out her handkerchief and wrapped it in it, so she could not see it. Then she took a deep breath and put it back in her pocket.

She had thought of dropping it in the stream, but what if others saw it, and were similarly tempted?

Instead, she got up and walked carefully across the stream, arms held wide for balance. Despite that she nearly slipped, and the thought crossed her mind that it would be ironic if she fell, hit her head and drowned.

A long time ago, she had found native strawberries not far away from there - small, fairly tasteless things with a vaguely sweet flavour and not much else. She went in search of them now, climbing a steep hill while looking attentively for any flashes of red. She saw none until the very top; there at last her patience was rewarded, and she picked seven, crunching them slowly and listening to the birds.

It was only then that she realised: it was good to be alive, on that summer day, crunching the seeds from native strawberries, hearing the stream in the distance and watching the swaying of the gum trees. It was good, to walk on a day that was growing sunny but not painfully so, to see the clouds drift through the deep blue sky, to take deep breaths of summer-scented air.

It was good, to see a man come smiling up his driveway, and to have him pause while she buried her hands in his dog's fur, and the dog licked her hands and smiled up at her. It was good to watch a couple guide their small children, on bikes a great deal too large for them, one to each child, conversing in an unholy amalgamation of English and French. It was good to hear the birds, and the kookaburras - laughing jackasses as they had been called in time past - vying in spirited duet.

It was good: it was very good. She spread her arms wide, as if she could embrace the whole world if she tried hard enough, and laughed for sheer joy.

[lunarcovehq]

Where you lead, I will follow Anywhere that you tell me to If you need, you need me to be with you

PAIR UP - CAMPFIRE PLOT DROP

Congrats Campers! You've officially made it half way through Campfire Week. But, the bonding is far from over. While you spent the first half of the week focused on team building within your organization, this second half of the week will be focused on town bonding between the different species. Over the course of Tuesday and Wednesday, you will pair up with someone of a differ species and participate in one of the below activities to better get to know one another.

ANNOUNCEMENTS

Below we have paired every character up with another character they haven't written with much as of yet. We hope that these pairings can be a way you can write with someone you may not have otherwise. This pairing thread is designed to help build muse and connections.

Once the thread is started on the dash, we will give both your character and your character's partner points for participating. These points will come in handy down the line.

You are welcome to write private threads and open starters to any of the below activities as well with anyone who isn't in your pairing. We just ask that you also write your one pairing thread.

This event is mandatory so every character is required to show up. Though, they do not have to be a good sport about it or enjoy it.

For anyone looking to bring in new characters, we will continue to have regular acceptances throughout the event. 

The tag for the event is lunarcoveevent12. Everything from pictures, outfits & threads etc. should be under this tag. Starters should have both the starter and event tag. 

Last, but not least, we hope you have fun!

ACTIVITIES

TUESDAY & WEDNESDAY

These activities should act as thought starters/scenarios to use as a jumping off point when writing your pairing thread-

You and your partner spend the day handcuffed together (with fuzzy cuffs so they don't hurt anyone's wrists)

You and your partner must keep an egg baby (a egg with a smiley face drawn on it) in tact throughout the day

Partner 1 is blindfolded while Partner 2 vocally guides them through an obstacle course in the woods/around town (be careful not to walk your partner into a tree or a stop sign)

Partner 1 will act as Partner 2's spotter for Rock Climbing and Bouldering

Partner 1 and Partner 2 must work together to build Ikea furniture

Partner 1 and Partner 2 must work together to Escape the Cabin (an escape the room that is set up in a Cabin in Echo Acres). You have 60 min to complete your mission!

Partner 1 and Partner 2 will have to put their survival instincts to the test completing a number of survival tasks over the course of the day from trying to build a fire, locating drinkable water, finding shelter etc. with nothing but yourselves. Magic is not allowed for this one, so good luck survivalists trying to hack it without your abilities.

Partner 1 and Partner 2 will play charades. Partner 1 must have to guess what Partner 2 is acting out and vice a versa.

Partner 1 and Partner 2 will compete in a three legged race with the legs tied together to see if they can make it to the end before their competitors.

Partner 1 and Partner 2 will mirror each other. Partner 1 will make an observation about Partner 2 such as "Your hair is brown". Partner 2 will then have to repeat what Partner 1 observed with an I statement, i.e. "My hair is brown." "You're scared". "I'm scared". etc. (This exercise has been done on the show Rise of the Pink Ladies, so if anyone needs a video example we've got you)

THE PAIRINGS

Below is the pairings for this plot drop. As mentioned above, you can react IC to the above prompts in more than your pairings thread, but we ask that you please at least write one thread with your paired partner in the spirit of branching out and building connections-

Elif & Safiye

JC & Sébastien

Skye & Ernie

Altan & Rangi

Aiyla & Adam

Daphne & Remmy

Aysun & Rio

Briar & Tommy

Meena & Wendy

Dilan & Royce

Ken & Ben

Poppy & Rae

Song & Amrita

Efe & Nate

Suresh & Linden

Rohan & Frankie

Ralph & Jake

Aaliyah & Jo

Aspen & Jonah

Bexley & Lennon

Billie & Scott

Cece & Kitty

Elena & Todd

Eren & Noel

Gia & Kui

Jasmine & Nyra

Nico & Ronnie

Julian & Leyla