#but i actually really like the tails being sculpted and not fabric! it looks so much better
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floralovebot · 10 months ago
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i bought a new doll
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gamebunny-advance · 9 months ago
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Kun3h0 Accessories DLC + Patch Notes v.1.0.1
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Added:
GAB accessory
Karrot-98 accessory
Changed:
Updated top.
Fixed hair bug. (Hair would easily slip off model.)
Minor improvements.
(More pics and notes under the cut.)
So I finally finished up Kun3h0's accessories and fixed up her top.
So, we've got her GAB and her drill, the Karrot-98.
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GAB started out as this little dino thing that I just cut up and sculpted onto.
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The original plan was to sculpt onto the original arms after I cut off the wings, but they kept bumping into the head, so I opted to completely resculpt them.
Now they can still turn their head, but that's the only point of articulation. I really should have sanded it more, you can really see the texture still in the clay, but such as it is.
The collar isn't the most elegant thing in the world, but at least it's there~ It's also disappointing that I couldn't get the edges of her screen completely straight and even, but it is what it is.
Overall, I think it's a decent recreation of the original design, even if the purples aren't quite right.
I should take a pic of them next to my other GAB recreations so y'all can really see the difference in scale. I believe this is the smallest GAB I've made so far, and also the only one that has the big heart-shaped tail~
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Next is the Karrot-98, Kun3h0's magical drill. I don't have any "before" pictures, but it's made from another accessory that came with the doll, a little clay, and a piping tip that I had lying around + extras.
I don't have a set design for the Karrot yet, so I just kinda painted it with colors I already mixed. When Kun3h0's holding it, it does kinda get lost in the pinks of her outfit, but by itself I think it looks fine. If I come up with a better color scheme for it, then maybe I'll repaint it.
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Next, I completely re-did her top. This time, I doused all the fabric in fray-check first to keep it from pulling apart while I was sewing it together, and I completely redid the sleeves. Originally, I had painted the arm guards onto the sleeves because I didn't think of any other way to do it. This time I tried making them with craft foam to better replicate that they're supposed to be two different materials. I'd say it was mostly successful.
Since it's kind of a pain to slip the sleeve into the guards, I don't have any pics of the top without them on, but the sleeves are more form fitting, so the top looks more like a proper tracksuit without the guards on. It's a slightly better look than the original IMO, but it's still not perfect: the guards are basically like a Miku sleeve, so you can still see into them even though the only opening is supposed to be through the cuff (which are barely visible in this pic, but they can stick out for a more accurate look.)
I would show the new top next to the old one, but I kinda destroyed the old one trying to test ideas for this new one XP (in fact, the collar IS from the old one, I just ripped it off and reapplied it to this one).
Lastly, I fixed her wig a little bit.
I don't have pics of it, but I just stuck some velcro to her scalp and the inside of the wig, so now it should stop slipping off while still being removable.
I'm just against completely gluing it down because I still have a lot of yarn left from this project, so I would eventually like to make her some alternate hairstyle wigs just to use up the yarn.
Now I feel pretty confident in saying that she's actually "done." There are a few places that I could touch up with paint, but as for "making" anything else for this doll, I did everything I really wanted to do.
Admittedly, Kun3h0 is one of my most self-indulgent designs (as though everything I make isn't in some way self-indulgent), so to have a physical object which embodies so much of what I like, truly satisfies me. We'll see if I still feel that way about her a week from now, but at the moment, she is the culmination of almost every creative skill I have, and I'm very pleased with the results of that effort, more so than possibly anything else I've ever made~ <3
I may post more pics of her when I can actually dedicate some time to making a proper scene and/or backdrop. There's a lot of little details that I like that I haven't really taken pics of. I dunno if I have the courage to do it, but it'd be cool to take some pics in an actual arcade with her~
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eltrkbarbarella · 3 years ago
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PÂTÉ DE ROLO TUTORIAL WITH FREE PATTERN
Are you lonely and would like a companion to keep you from going crazy? Are you making a Laudna cosplay and keep getting frustrated because there aren’t really any tutorials out and things are kept behind pay walls? Do you just like the little bastard and would like to have one to hold and to love?
Well, your search ends here!
This good boy is all hand-made by me, and while i’m certainly not a professional, I think cosplay is all about helping one another! So feel free to use this however you like :3
You’ll need:
Felt
Air dry lightweight clay (In my country I used Biscuit)
Thin craft wire
Aluminum foil
Masking tape
Hand sewing needle and thread
Stuffing material (I used leftovers from my other plushie projects, but you can also use scrap fabric, even though it might turn out heavier)
Super glue
Paint
Matte Varnish
Now, let’s get to the pictures!
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These are the patterns you’ll need.
The pattern for the body has NO SEAM ALLOWANCE, so please trace it and cut it out carefully. Feel free to resize him as well, as i’ve used my own hand measurements to plan out his shape.
For sewing the body I highly suggest hand stitching, because he is quite tiny. I used a backstitch on the whole thing.
Sew all sides leaving open only the parts in pink.
Next, use the second pattern to make his wire bones! I used thin wire, and to reinforce the structure, I twisted together 2 wires for his entire length.
After making the bones, wrap the ends and the places where the wires join with masking tape so it doesn’t get caught in the felt as you’re stuffing him 
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After sewing the body, turn it inside out. At this point you should start on his tail.
For his tail, I cut a long rectangle of pink felt, with about an inch or an inch and a half of width. 
Roll it up tight, little by little and either stitch it closed with a simple ladder stitch, or glue it, so it won’t move around. 
After you have a single long tube of felt, make a single secure stitch at one of the ends and spiral the thread up your tube, with more pressure to start, and then with larger spacing and a lighter hand near the top. Make another stitch at the end to secure your thread.
 Time to assemble the pieces!
Put the wire bones inside the felt body, being careful to pull the feet through the holes you’ve left open. Attach the tail, and close up the holes.
Stuff him however you want. I know he’s a skinny dude in the official art, but feel free to have the fat Pâté of your dreams!
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Now it’s time for sculpting!
This is where you can have more freedom. I went with a cartoonier look but feel free to make it more realistic if you want!
Make a first pass filling out the wire bits, wait for it to dry most of the way, and then apply another layer where you can start sculpting in the details.
I like to use sewing pins (the one with the little plastic ball at the end) to help sculpt tiny things, because i can use the needle end to carve details, and the ball end to smooth over the clay.
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For the head, use aluminum foil to make a ball. Make it slightly smaller than you want the actual head to end up being.
Stab a small hole in the bottom of the ball, stick the wire loop in and use super glue to secure it.
After all that, put the thinest layer possible of clay around the ball to give it a first cover up.
With another piece of foil, make a long triangle for the beak. Pierce a length of wire through the beak and into the foil ball to give it structure, and use more super glue to secure it. I’ve also put in 2 wires connecting directly to the head to make up his nostrils.
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Like you did with the legs, build up the clay slowly leaving enough time to dy between passes.
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In the end you should have a fully shaped Pâté!
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I used acrylics to paint him, watering down the paint to create shading and making many layers until I was happy with the result. Here he is wrapped in a little plastic bag with his limbs popping out ready to get varnished:
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After all that you should have your very own Pâté to love and to care for!!
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If you like plushies and youtubers, maybe you can check out my Anti, Wilford, Dark and Dan and Phil plushies♡
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angelanimedesaray · 4 years ago
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A Demon’s Promise Part 3:  Return the Favor
AN:  CONGRADULATIONS EVERYBODY!!! My 1000th post is the longest smut piece I’ve done to date, and I am going to hell.  Oof.
Also, hey, look, the plot is starting to peek through O.o
Characters:  Incubus!Levi, Reader
Pairing:  (Eventual) Levi x Reader
Warnings:  Language--including here in the warnings.  Hints of Angst.  SMUUUUUTTTT!!!!  Time for the kinky shit list:  Oral, Blowjobs, Anal, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Breeding Kink, Throat Fuck, Tail Play (Yup, that’s still here), Multiple Orgasms, Edging, a bit of Aftercare, Dubious Consent, No Protection (probably should have put this one on the last two chapters as well).
Word Count:  7265
<----Previous Part    Masterlist    Next Part---->
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*Reader’s POV*
A thought had started to settle into your mind.  Maybe it had always been there, but buried under the intense whirlwind that was your dreams of Levi and the mind-altering pleasure that he brought you every night.  The aches and soreness after waking up, and then the bruises a bit more recently from the hickeys--any more physical, tangible evidence started to make you wonder if it really was just a rash of extremely kinky dreams.
Of course, that was impossible...but the idea was there nonetheless, lurking in the back of your mind.  Even though you didn’t believe they were real, it was still something that was there, and apparently it was present enough to influence some decisions of yours.
For example, all these nights he came, he was always focused on you, on giving you pleasure.  But after that unexpected thing with the tail, when you’d seen his control slip in the face of true pleasure, you’d realized you hadn’t really been given the chance to do anything for him in return.  Besides what he had you do in the course of whatever sexy thing you were doing for the night, but it was always aimed towards getting you more riled up, or keeping him hard--or semi-clean and not so sticky at the end.  You never once laid him down, and focused on him for a change--and he never once asked for it.  You didn’t even think it was something on his mind, a thought or a possibility on his radar.  He was so focused on servicing you, but for some reason thought nothing of servicing himself.
Besides that breeding kink of his that came into play with every dream.  Was that some weird way of your subconscious telling you that you wanted kids or something?
Actually, the more you thought about it, whenever he orgasmed, it was always inside you--buried deep inside your pussy.  Not down your throat, not when he was buried up your ass, not pulling out and onto your stomach, it was always buried inside you.
Again, probably part of that breeding kink, or maybe he was also into cockwarming.
Why were you here thinking about the man in your dreams like he was an actual person, he was literally a wet dream fantasy your brain had cooked up recently and wouldn’t stop sending to your sleeping mind.
At least, that was the more rational, reasonable explanation you had, but not one that fit the physical signs of sex in the mornings after.
In fact, it had gotten so bad, you were scheduling a doctor’s appointment to see if you were a rare case of sexsomnia or something--the idea came to you after you saw it on a medical drama playing on TV in the background while you made your dinner.  Something was happening with you, and you figured it was about time to seek medical help in figuring out what was going on.
But that was still a few days away, and there were still several steamy nights with Levi to spend before getting to the bottom of what was medically going on with you to have continuous wet dreams.  For now, the appointment was far from your mind, as this time when you drifted off to sleep and inevitably towards a dream of Levi, you had a goal for the first time.
Your mind was only in darkness for what felt like a few seconds before you felt the weight of a body against yours, the feel of lips along your jaw and a hand running along your stomach and down in between your legs to already start rubbing you through the fabric of your panties.
Someone was impatient, tonight.  Too bad for him--you’d been talking yourself up to this considering the raw sexual energy Levi exuded in your dreams was rather intimidating, and you were not going to let yourself chicken out at the last minute.
“Levi…” you murmured as you were roused from your sleep, eyes fluttering open to stare upwards at the canopy of the black satin bed you were almost always inside.  The sight disappeared as Levi shifted to lean over you, his eyes filling your vision for a few seconds before he kissed you, sparking a heady and almost lethargic sensation inside you as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, feeling his well-sculpted body pressing up against yours, fingers prodding underneath your panties to already start fingering you.
He was really trying to get right to it, tonight, wasn’t he?
It was only through sheer force of will that you managed to pull back from his heady kiss, gasping slightly as if you’d been drowning and blinking as if to disperse a fog as you focused back on the goal you had in mind.
“Wait, wait, wait,” you murmured, and Levi froze, staring warily at you as you tried to regain your bearings.  He went in as if to kiss you again before you could say anything else, before you could regain your thoughts, and even though you came in to kiss him, moaning at the feel of his fingers already delving between your folds as his tongue swept into your mouth, you managed to gasp out your request around your very heated kiss.
“I want...to try something tonight,” you murmured, and you felt some of the tension from a few moments ago melt out of his shoulders at the admission.
“Someone feeling adventurous?” Levi asked in a low voice, pulling his head back just enough to speak before he trapped your lip between his teeth and gave a little pull, one of his fingers sliding inside you and earning a low moan, his thumb drawing dangerously close to your clit.
No, no, you were going to take charge here, you had a purpose, and he was not going to distract you from it in his insistence to always focus on your sexual needs.
It was his turn.
Your hand tangled deep in his hair, clutching at his head as you kissed him fiercely, leaning up into him and attempting to push him over onto his back so you were on top.  It...didn’t work out.  Too much muscle and a surprising amount of strength despite his small structure.  He simply returned the fervor you brought to the table, body pressing tightly against yours, breathing picking up as the kiss grew sloppy, a knee slipping between your legs to spread you open for him…
You didn’t have control of this moment, but you needed it.  As much as you usually sat back and let him please you, that’s not what you were aiming for tonight.  This was a dream, though, right?  Your dream.  So if you wanted something, all you needed to do was picture it...and will it...and…
With a sudden tilt to the world that was honestly disorienting and left you reeling for a few moments, you and Levi were no longer on the bed.  You were on that couch that occasionally made an appearance for certain positions you two tried, and Levi was underneath you, with you straddling his lap and your hands resting on either side of his neck.  He broke away from the kiss almost as soon as the two of you landed in a different position, looking confused and even worried at the sudden change as he stared up at you cautiously.  Maybe even...unsettled.
“How did you--”
“My dream, right?” you answered with a small smile, your nerves making your stomach squirm as you realized your moment of truth was here.  “I want to do something different tonight,” you repeated, much more firmly than before, and a hand sliding down to his chest as a way to tell him to stay there for a second and stop making moves so you could make yours.
He was hot to the touch--not just warm, actually hot beneath your fingers, his skin unrealistically flawless, his features sharp, body chiseled.  But you couldn’t help but wonder if there was something you just couldn’t see, especially after that tail reveal last time.
Something that was missing this time, you noticed.  Or at least at the moment.  Like you only saw it when he wanted you to.  No, when you wanted to--he was a figment of your imagination, right?
Fuck, how did all this work?  None of it made any sense, yet here you were, rolling with it, trying to seduce your fantasy seducer.
Those thoughts were for another time.  All these nights, he had every chance to learn every inch of your body, memorize you inside and out, but you hadn’t had much of a chance to really explore him, to touch him, memorize his lines, make him vocalize in pleasure--beyond those few times when he got caught up in the high of an approaching orgasm, or the time you’d found how much of an erogenous zone his tail was--when you could see it.
Your hands moved slowly down his body, fingers dipping and curving upwards along his abdomen as you felt to about midway, then brought your hands back up as if to rememorize every muscle and curve before your hands glided over his shoulders--something you were already familiar with after all the times you’d clung to them--and started feeling along his arms.
He was holding still for you for the time being, but he was watching you sharply, as if trying to get in your head and figure out what you were doing.  You were just relieved he’d stopped long enough to let you start, considering how fast he normally was, leaving no time to breathe after one high before he tried out the next on your body.
The thought suddenly made you worried, and in an effort to keep him from getting bored by your slow movements, you moved in to kiss him suddenly and firmly, attempting to get your tongue to dominate and slide into his mouth unhindered for a change.  He kissed you back, but there was a surprisingly hesitant and reserved feeling about it, like he wasn’t sure how to react to what you were doing, like he was still thinking out how he was supposed to respond to this.  His arms were wrapping around your lower waist, which you let happen, feeling him pull you closer as his lips started to press harder against yours again, feeling his cock sliding against your abdomen, moving closer to your pussy…
“Mhm,” you hummed, pulling away from the kiss and dropping to his neck, shifting your hips back to avoid letting him thrust inside you.  As much as your body had practically been trained to crave his dick inside you, you needed your wits about you to start--that could come later.
Levi was tensing up again even as your lips kissed along his neck, feeling for his pulse point and attempting to put little hickeys along his skin like he had done to you.  While that was happening, your hands, which had returned to his chest, started to play with his nipples, fingers brushing in bare touches against them, hearing his breathing grow heavier and feeling his skin jump with every touch.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice gruff.  He wasn’t stopping you yet, which was a good sign, but the fact that he seemed confused that you were turning the tables and giving him attention of your own free will, that he hadn’t figured out that’s what you were doing...was it because he didn’t consider it in the realm of possibility, for someone to give him the kind of sexual attention he gave?  The thought hurt your heart a little, but considering it was an assumption and something you couldn’t ask without ruining the mood, you tabled the concern for the time being.
“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked with the slightest frown, seeing his jaw clench as your fingers started to idly play with his nipples like he’d done to you not too long ago.  “You always treat me so well--I want to make you feel good for once.”
To emphasize your point, you slid back in his lap, bringing your head down to trap one of his nipples with your lips and swirl it around with your tongue, giving it a few hard sucks while your other hand idly played with his other nipple.
He didn’t seem that vocal, not like he had been when you’d played with the base of his tail, but it could have been his distraction with his confusion, or the fact that he just wasn’t very vocal to start.  His breathing was more ragged, which told you this was at least doing something to him.
His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you back towards him and causing you to release his nipples as he pulled you close enough he could have reached out and bitten your lip without any effort on his part, his cock once more pressed against your abdomen.
“We’re not here for me, we’re here for you--your wants, your needs,” he murmured, trying to shift attention from him, his eyes locked on you.
“Fine...but what I want right now, is to give you what you want,” you answered.  This had to be the most the two of you had talked outside of during-sex talk, right?
“I want to pleasure you.  That’s what I’m here for,” Levi returned without missing a beat.  Except, the delivery wasn’t quite believable.  Something about that sentence rang hollow, like it wasn’t the full truth, just a line he said.  And while he gazed at you, you realized you couldn’t look away, you were being pulled into those blue depths, pulled in closer to his lips, body giving in even as your mind clung to your goal.
Your fingers brushed against his lips a moment before he would have sealed you in that strength sapping, hypnotic kiss of his.
“No--not what you can do for me.  Tell me what I can do for you.  It’s still your show, but tonight, I want to focus on you, not me,” you said lowly, eyes searching his willingly, and not just because something kept you drawn to them.  You came closer to him, lips brushing along his cheekbone as you moved closer to his ear, one of your hands moving slowly and lightly down his spine, noting proudly with the other hand that followed behind the first that it made goosebumps break out across that flawless skin of his.
“Let me taste your skin...let me suck on your cock...let me touch your tail and feel it against my skin again...I’ll ride your cock, your face, I’ll even eat out your ass if you ask me.  Tell me what to do to make you cum.  And at the end, just like we always do, you can breed me.  But what I want right now…”  Your hand slipped between the two of you, grasping at his cock and starting to slowly massage his length in your hand.  He grunted, a soft moan escaping him that you almost hadn’t heard.  “...Is to hear that, all night.  I want to hear you feel pleasure because of me tonight, Levi...Please...let me pleasure you.”
As you finished your words in a soft whimper, nibbling slightly on his jaw, you heard his breath hitch, and he went still.  You couldn’t understand why this was such a hard thing for him to grasp, why he hesitated, why this seemed to shake him.  Why would it be so strange for the person he’d pleasured so much to want to return the favor, at least once?  Had you done something wrong?  Had you said something to upset him without realizing it?  Should you just lay back and let him go about his original plans for the night?
And if this was your dream, and he was a man conjured up by your mind, why would he hesitate and resist to do what you wanted like this?  
Trying to coax him into reacting since his silence was making you nervous, you carefully started kissing along his skin, moving lower and lower, feeling his eyes follow you even though he still wasn't moving a muscle.  Your hands moved along his thighs, surprised as you crouched down between his legs to find that the ground beneath your feet had turned soft and supple, more ideal and less punishing for someone on their knees.  Once you were in position, you started kissing along the inside of his thighs, well aware of how close to your face his cock currently was, close enough you’d just have to turn your head to brush up against it.
As you came close to starting in on your offer to really taste him, he finally moved, hand moving out to touch your cheek.  You thought maybe he meant to stop you after seeing the look in your eyes.
“You don’t have to, really,” he said, attempting to stop you once again, but you weren’t budging on this.
“I want to,” you returned in a low voice, and before you two could continue in these ridiculous and ultimately pointless circles, you leaned forward and placed a far-from-chaste kiss at the side of his cock.  You felt the grip of his fingers tighten for a second, heard his breath catch again, and decided just to go for it.
Gently, you let your hand wrap around the base of his cock, letting the shaft brush against your cheek as you pulled back to get into position, letting your lips wrap softly around the very tip.  Your tongue swirled experimentally around the soft skin of his cock's head, getting used to the feel and taste of him in your mouth and trying to predict how difficult it would be to take in more.  Your fingers moved slowly up his cock from the base until you were holding his cock to your mouth like you were taste testing and trying to keep drops of food from escaping with your fingers.
Levi’s hand shifted from your cheek to the back of your head, grabbing at your hair.  For a wild second, you thought he might pull you off him.
But as your lips ventured a little further to take the full head of his cock into your mouth, his fingers--still tangled lightly in your hair--slipped down the back of your neck.  His legs spread a little wider to give you more space to work, and he leaned back in his seat, head tilted upwards and resting on the back of the couch so he could gaze up at…was there a ceiling?  You weren't going to look right now, you were fairly focused, though admittedly distracted for a moment by the conflicted look in his half-closed eyes as he sat back and let you do what you were clearly determined to do.
For a few minutes, the only sounds were the ones you were making.  The wet smack of saliva against skin, your little noises as you took a small portion of his cock into your mouth, keeping your cheeks hollow, the jaw lax, and your tongue active and wild.
Levi moved occasionally, shifting here and there for a more comfortable position, his thumb stroking lightly along the back of your neck while his other arm was slung out along the back of the couch.  You would be worried you were giving a bad blow job and he was bored, if it wasn't for the way his hand gripped at the couch, or the slight flush of pleasure to his skin, or the way his eyes had fallen closed, lips parted and moving faintly in what might have been words around his deep breaths.
Or maybe it was something a lot more lewd that made your legs quake, thinking of that gorgeous sight of him between your legs with his face buried in you…
Foreplay wouldn't keep him satisfied for long, though.  You'd been playing with his cock for a while now--it was time to try and make him arch and moan for once.
Without warning, your tongue lay flat, and you slid more of his cock into your mouth with a low hum.  Levi let out a pleased sigh above you, hips rolling up into the motion and making you stop just so he wouldn't push past where you were ready to take him.  Your saliva slipped down his dick and onto his balls, making his length a little easier to take in as you tried angling your head, tongue sweeping around the dick in your mouth in search of a spot that made him squirm.  All the while, your hand started to lazily pump up and down the shaft, trying to keep him erect and hard despite your hesitant pace as you gingerly felt out the situation and how good you were at this.
Adjusting to having his cock fill your mouth and be on the verge of reaching your throat, you started off slow just to make sure you weren't going to hit the wrong spot so hard and fast you would choke, or worse.  You bobbed your head up and down on Levi's cock, humming and moaning low in your throat the whole time at how surprisingly good it felt, even if it required some concentration and care.
A little pressure on the back of your neck when you took him in, and a slight tug on your hair when you pulled back, made you realize Levi was getting invested, too, his hand on the back of your neck starting to guide how you took him, hopefully helping you find the right spots soon.
Your panties were wet with excitement, but there was nothing you could do about that right now--you were focused, and you were getting somewhere.
"Don't be so timid--if you're so intent on doing this, then do it properly," he chastised you suddenly, his voice gruff, close to a growl, revealing that he wasn't nearly as relaxed as he seemed.  Clearly, he was tired of the slow pace.  At least he was saying something instead of straight up bucking into your mouth and throat without any warning.
He was right, too--even you knew you were going pretty slow right now.  All right, then, if he wanted you to raise the stakes a bit more…
Shifting in place, your other hand ran up his thigh and over his waist, reaching towards his lower back, towards his tailbone.  At the same time, you dipped your head low, taking in as much of his cock as you could before you gave a hard suck and allowed yourself to swallow reflexively.
Gag reflex?  Why would you bother with that in your own dream?  Anything was possible here, and you were going to take full advantage of that right now.
A soft gasp left Levi’s throat, and this time, you didn’t linger or hesitate, pulling back and starting a vigorous bob along his cock, a strange noise you hadn’t realized you were capable of escaping you with every dip of your head, every time his tip almost slipped out of your mouth before you relentlessly sucked him right back in, burying his cock in your mouth, your hand pumping along his length for added stimulation.
Levi’s breathing was heavy, borderline on panting as he watched you suck his cock, his hand now fisted in the hair at the back of your neck, hips rocking into your hand and those sinful lips of yours.  He was almost there, but he wasn’t quite at the point you wanted him to, which meant you had to push him a little further to get what you wanted.
Your free hand had made it around to his tailbone by now, fingers splaying across the place you knew his tail had been last time, feeling along the smooth skin experimentally.  Levi squirmed underneath your light, investigative touch, and you didn’t relent, trying to communicate without halting your enthusiastic tasting of his cock that you wanted him to stop hiding his tail--you wanted to feel it, and you were currently seeking out its base.
"Shit…" Levi gasped softly as your hand moved a little up his spine, as if concerned you might be a little too low to find it, and on the way back down...it was suddenly there.
You shifted closer in anticipation, Levi's grip on your head now holding you close enough to him that you could not pull away.  Greedily, your hand wrapped around the base of his tail, thumb rubbing sensual circles around the base to try and provoke a reaction similar to last time.
Now he moaned, hand holding you tightly in place as his hips bucked forwards into your mouth, cock thrusting into your throat.  At the same time, your hand wrapped around his tail, hand moving slowly out to get a good feel of it and see if Levi's sensitivity expanded beyond just the base. A quick glance to the side revealed it was fairly long, draped loosely across the couch and over the edge, coming to one slender tip that looked sharp as a whip.
No arrow tip, no "forked tongue," no scales--just smooth, hot skin for the slender appendage.  It looked strangely natural, despite the black, blue, grey shades and coloration. And it was surprisingly muscly for a tail.
Well...with what you knew he could do with it, perhaps that part shouldn't seem so surprising.
And it was currently coiling, shuddering under the attention it was receiving, arching in the air as if in anticipation for the incoming touch.  Another moan escaped Levi as his tail arched, and you realized it was also a fairly good indicator for the pleasure he was experiencing.
Bringing your hand back to the base and feeling for those sensitive spots along the thickest part of his tail, he bucked sharply up into your mouth with a low growl.  The scenery changed again, and suddenly he wasn't lying on the couch letting you suck him off--he was standing with his back against the wall, you kneeling in front of him with your mouth still wrapped around his cock and your hand still clutching the base of a tail that now brushed sensually across the exposed skin of your legs an arm, the tip of his tail curling underneath your shirt.
This was no longer a blow job--you were about to get throat fucked.
Levi pushed inside you until your lips were brushing against his balls and your eyes watered, hand shifting to grab his waist as you felt a shred of relief in the fact you'd decided a gag reflex wasn't going to be a problem in this dream.  Otherwise this could have ended badly, though you still found it hard to breathe, and it still took effort to try and get yourself to relax enough to take him in.
Levi let it sit there for a few seconds, his tail sliding up along your chest, pulling your shirt up with it as it came between your breasts and continued to reach, Levi's breathing officially turning into lustful pants as he pulled out and started his deep thrusts into your mouth.  Moans and slight yelps escaped you in the process, and you tried to keep your head angled so he had a smooth entrance deep inside, eyes drawn up to his with the way you were knelt in front of him, only able to feel what his tail was doing, not to see and anticipate.
"That's a good girl, taking my cock like this," he growled, all earlier hesitation forgotten as the orgasmic high started to kick in and take control.  "I knew you were a slut for my cock, but this...you take it so well, me fucking your throat like this.  You look like you just want more."
As he spoke, his pace quickened, dick sliding smoothly all the way in and almost all the way out, your teeth grazing in a bare tickle along his cock and making it twitch, tongue licking and flicking and teasing whenever there was enough room in your mouth to do so.  He shuddered at the sensation, egged on by the way you were pumping and stroking along the erogenous zone of his tail at the same time, and held you close, cock thrusting steadily and quickly into your mouth.  The edge of his tail slipped up through the collar of your shirt, the very tip teasing along your lips and growing slick with saliva in the process, while a little further down it arched and wiggled in a way that it brushed against your nipples, making you whimper.
Now you weren't just excited--you were wet and aching, dying for the attention his tail was now teasing you with.
"You wanted to taste my cock?" Levi growled, his pace picking up and his cock throbbed against your tongue.  "This what you wanted?  To choke on my dick like my personal cockslut?  C'mon, this is what you wanted, right?  Fuck...shit…"
The dirty talk was getting worse, and he was starting to pound relentlessly into your throat, which told you he was close.  Your hand had given up pumping along the shaft of his cock with how rapidly he was throat fucking you, now, and had instead started to massage and tease his balls, hoping the stimulation was about to send him over the edge between the throat fuck, the fondling of his balls, the teasing along the base of his tail, and…
It had stopped rubbing against your nipples, instead sliding down over your abdomen and into your panties, the hot skin easily slipping between your folds rubbing along your entrance and clit.  Your legs shook, and you started to moan and whimper needily, which just made the feeling of his cock sliding into your mouth so much better for him.
"Hah...fuck...shit you're wet...and your throats so fucking tight…and…hnng…"
Levi's pants were ragged, his hips starting to move sporadically as his hand threaded through the hair at the top of your head repeatedly, holding you almost uncomfortably tight to his cock in his approaching climax.  Even you could feel it coming, could anticipate the salty taste that would soon flood your mouth and throat…
The tip of his tail suddenly rolled and curled against your tip so it formed a small round edge instead of that wicked sharp edge, and without warning, it pushed between the folds of your pussy, pushing inside you much as it had into your ass the first time you'd seen it.
You gasped and then choked on Levi's dick at the sensation, and a strangled sound escaped him as he suddenly held you firmly in place, his body shuddering against you and cock twitching madly as his tail pushed further and further inside, stretching and filling you more than his cock could without cumming inside you.  Each flex of the hot muscle inside you made you feel like it would rip you open as it went further than humanly possible, further than anything you would feel in real life, and your mind went blank, body limp for a few moments as you surrendered yourself to being fucked by Levi like this gladly.
Maybe you would cancel that appointment, because if this was the kind of pleasure you were going to experience in these dreams, you didn't want it to ever end.
Neither did he, based on the sound that came out of him.  Wild and feral, Levi bucked into your throat without resistance, the tip of his cock pushing against the back of your throat even as the muscles of your throat flexed and tightened around him with your choking from the raw sensation and his cock buried in your throat.  His face was flushed, sweat dripping down his forehead and cheeks, glistening against his skin as he tried to hold his orgasm in vain.
As you were coming back to your senses, egged on by the feel of your body seeming to stretch and fill from his tail coiling as far inside you as it could reach given the position the two of you were in, you caught the slightest spark of logical realization in his gaze through the haze of his orgasmic high.
"Fuck...your pussy.  I...I only cum inside your...hng...shit!"
Before he could second guess, before he could even finish the thought or pull back, you released his balls so you could grip tightly at his ass with one hand to yank him forwards and shove him as deep down your throat as he could go, your other hand giving a firm tug on his tail that made him throw his head back, arch his back, and let out the wild curse, voice cracking and going hoarse as his control finally shattered, and his cum spilled hot and thick down your throat, tail twitching wildly inside you for a few moments in a way that almost sent you over the edge.
You greedily swallowed the hot cum spilling down your throat, fingers digging into his skin, pulling back when the flow started to lessen so some could stay in your mouth, the salty taste filling your mouth, a small strand escaping from the corner of your mouth and causing you to have to pull back and catch it with your tongue, lapping up the last few squirts from his cock before they could fall to the floor.
Just before his tail could stimulate you to an orgasm, though, it had gone still inside you.  You were still filled, and the feeling alone kept you on edge, but his stillness denied you a release, and even walked you back from the edge a few steps.
You took a few moments to clean off his cock, making sure there wasn't a trace left as you listened to his breathing slowly come back to normal, his hand changing from that vice grip to strokes through your hair as you cleaned up his cock like he was petting a kitten.
"Not a single drop wasted, huh?  Good girl...but no more fooling around."  His tail flexed inside you, and you let out a wanton moan, the heat in your cheeks the only hint you had at how flushed and needy you looked to him right now, kneeling in front of him with traces of his cum still making your lips shine.  "You pleasured me--now it's back to you."
His dick was hardening again to stand erect in front of your face, and while you were certain that was humanly impossible, you were rather sure he wasn't really human at this point--plus it was a dream, so if you wanted round two now, he would be ready for round two now.
His tail suddenly trusted deeper inside you, and you arched at the sudden feeling you might tear and burst, ears ringing and vision going fuzzy for a moment before you suddenly found yourself on your back in the bed, staring up at the black silk canopy as the last of his tail slipped out of you, leaving you feeling hollow and cold without that heat filling you.  Levi was hovering over you again, his cock resting momentarily against your stomach as he removed your panties and waited for you to come to your senses.
As your eyes focused on him, he lined himself up, cheeks still flushed from the intense orgasm he'd just had, hair falling in front of his eyes to obscure your vision of the one thing that could give you a hint at his thought process.  His cock started to slip inside you, and you whimpered and moaned at how good it felt to have his hot and hard cock filling the space his tail had left empty, as well as how easy it was for him with how stretched and open you felt right now.
Your hand ran along his chest, but you didn't push him away.  You were just getting his attention.
"Let me ride you?" You asked softly.  Levi looked up to meet your gaze, both of you well aware that this was a continuation of him being the focus, of you treating him--that it wasn't going to end with the blow job and throat fuck.
You didn't want Levi to have to work for it tonight.  That was your job, tonight.  He just needed to lay back, relax, and enjoy.
Your hand slid up his chest and neck, cupping his cheek and jaw in your hand as you reached up to kiss him deeply, surprised when he started to pull away before giving in, his arms wrapping around your body to turn you both over.  Now, he lay on his back, his cock already inside you, you on top of him with legs straddling him, causing his dick to slide deeper inside as you settled on top of him.  You moaned against his lips, tongue slipping inside his mouth before he could take advantage of the sound and beat you to the punch.
Once you were settled in place, his arms wrapped around your back, his tail sliding and curling lazily along your legs, you started to rock against him, whimpering lowly at how good it felt but also the sensitivity leftover from him edging you moments ago.  His cock entered you with ease, buried to the hilt in a few rocks against his hips, like it was where he belonged.  You didn't have to wait for him to adjust this time, hips lifting and then sinking onto his cock again with a wet smack, his fingers clenching in the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing, surprisingly.
It was Levi who pushed you back.  Normally, he was always holding you so close, always in contact, always keeping things so fast and intense.  But he pushed you away from the kiss into more of an upright position, bringing his knees up behind you for something to lean back on as you rode his cock, maybe intending to make it a little easier for you.
His hands slid under your shirt, and you leaned your head back with a low moan, feeling his hands slowly move along your skin, feeling you up even as your hips rocked together to keep his cock buried deep inside you.  You were going to cum from this sensation alone, but you still asked for more.
"Put your tail in me again.  It feels...so good…" you panted, one of your hands covering his as it found its way to your breast, the other staying planted in the bed for stability.
Yes, it did feel good for you, but you also knew just how damn sensitive that tail of his was, and how he’d fallen apart last time he'd double penetrated you with it.  It would be explosive for him, which was what you were aiming for.
Levi didn't hesitate to follow this request, and you felt his tail, still wet and sticky with the buildup from you earlier, slipped past that little ring of muscle and started to push its way inside you.  Your body reacted instinctively, curling backwards over his legs with a guttural moan, one of Levi’s hands lowering to your abdomen to hold you down and keep you on his cock, which he trusted up into you as if to remind you it was still there.
You came without any more warning than a weak cry at his thrust, Levi letting out a pleased sigh at the sensation of your cum coating his cock, moaning when the walls of your ass gripped at his tail tighter even as it pushed further in, and he continued to thrust into your pussy through your orgasm, able to feel the tip of his cock with the hand resting against your abdomen when he trusted inside you with the bend of your body and how deep his cock was.
Even as you orgasmed and weakly attempted to keep riding him, though at this point he might as well have taken over, Levi kept going, layering on more stimulation to drive you even further over the edge.
His hand gripping your breast was already playing with your nipple, and the other hand that was resting on your abdomen and trying to hold you down enough he could keep thrusting into you had reached out with his thumb to seek out and start teasing your clit.  All the while, his tail coiled and trusted into your ass, finding the erogenous spot deep inside and refusing to release it afterwards, the tip of his tail rubbing against it relentlessly while the rest coiled, flexed, and filled your insides.  And he never once pulled his cock out of you, either, continuing to thrust, with you hanging on for dear life, trying to ride him but your mind quickly losing the battle with all the stimulation.  You just felt him, and you could hear him moaning, gasping, and panting beneath you, showcasing that you had been successful in eliciting pleasure from him and letting him be more of the focus tonight.
You just hadn't realized it was going to overwhelm you in the process, going limp as he stimulated and fucked you so thoroughly you lost sense of how many orgasms he pulled from you, the flashes of heat spilling into your gut and the resulting, guttural growls your only sign he was cumming as well.
He didn't stop until you blacked out for a solid...well, it had to be more than a few seconds, even though it felt like you'd slipped back into sleep for that long before you came to, mind hazily focusing on the feel of his arms supporting you instead of his legs, tail gone from upside you and leaving you feeling partially empty, even though his cock was still buried deep inside you, like he'd been worried to pull out while you were unconscious.
"Easy...easy…" he murmured, and hearing his voice again made you realize he hadn't said a word after the throat fuck, up until now.  Carefully, he was laying you back down on the silken bed, his hand gently pushing sweaty strands of hair from your face so it wouldn't block your airways or get tangled around your neck, allowing you to breathe with ease.
Once you were lying on your back, he pulled his other arm out from under you so it would be free, letting it softly fall on your abdomen, where his thumb stroked gentle, random lines against your bare skin.  After giving you a few moments to catch your breath, he pulled out, slowly and carefully, though he didn't stop when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock slipping out of your body now so sensitive it hurt.
"It's okay...just rest now.  It won't be so bad in the morning," he murmured, covering you with the silken sheets except for that hand on your abdomen, still stroking and rubbing the skin absent-mindedly.  It was strange that, even though he was supposed to be comforting you in your exhausted state as part of the aftercare, that was the only touch he gave you.
And that look in his eyes as he stared down at you, one you glimpsed seconds before something pushed you back under into a deep and much needed sleep.
So conflicted.  Trapped between some kind of amazement and crushing guilt, like he was staring at the last of a dying breed.
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motherofwoofers · 4 years ago
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A Very Verfound Christmas
This is my gift to @verfound for the LBSC Secret Santa 2020 -Extravaganza! This it a Teen rated fic for some implied thoughts, and the ability to keep up with vague clues! 
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Here’s the thing-
When he’d woken up this morning, he had every intention of celebrating a short work day and another successful year of endless toy making. After all, it was Christmas Eve. Work. Watch the sleigh launch. Rock out in one of the Jingle Halls. Join the rest of the elves in bringing in the Christmas Dawn. Then sleep the entirety of Christmas Day.
As he had the last seventy odd years.
But as of five seconds ago, he was pretty sure he didn’t even remember his own name, let alone what he was doing later tonight, or even what he needed help with-
“What?” Luka blinked rapidly, before clearing his voice. Bright blue eyes blinked back.
“Do you need help with those?” Liquid sugar rolled off her tongue, he was certain of it. There was no other feasible way for her voice to be so sweet and melodic. Liquid sugar from pink glossed lips.
Those?
It took him a moment before his mind snapped back into action. Those.
Those were a pallet of last minute dolls that had been assembled and programmed incorrectly. Which, in reality wasn’t even in his department of toy making. They were his green haired absentee best friend’s. A certain friend who had slapped his ass, clocked off early, and dashed, leaving him to try to figure out how to get an entire pallet of singing ice queen dolls fixed, wrapped, and loaded onto the sleigh before launch.
Except, he really didn’t mind all of a sudden.
“I’m, uh, looking to drop these off with the doll repair department. Except I don’t even remotely know where that is,” he tried to drop his best grin at the end, and bit back a goofy grin when her face lit up red.
“Oh,” bright blue eyes blinked again, “this is the art department.” He watched as a small frown turned down her sweet lips, a furrow forming between her soft dark brows. His heart pounded in his chest painfully as a full pout took over the elf’s face. Then just as quickly, her face was lighting up, eyes wide. “Hold on one second! Stay right there! I think I can help.” The raven haired girl disappeared behind the door he had just knocked on, door shutting with a loud click in his face before his attention was drawn to the loud whirring around the corner.
Pulling the pallet of dolls along, he followed the sound to see a large bay door opening, as well as a sight he’d never let his mind forget.
Back lit by the shop lights behind her, the elf stood before him, hands triumphantly placed on her hips as she grinned at him. Curvy. Petite. And dressed in something he was pretty sure wasn’t the usual uniform. Because if it was, he was switching departments immediately.
Red and white striped stockings ran the length of her legs, a hint of creamy skin revealed where garters kept them in place, before disappearing beneath a red tutu flared out just enough to test the boundaries of cute and oh. A black vest trimmed in glitter wrapped her frame like a second skin, dipping dangerously low in the front. A view he knew would become increasingly distracting the closer he stood to her. He could just make out the twin coat tails attached in the back to round out her look.
Oh, sweet candy canes.
A sculpted arm waved him forward, “Come on in. I’m Marinette by the way.”
He was fairly certain he’d left his jaw on the floor, a good meter behind him, when he tried to respond, “Luka. Luka Couffaine.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Luka Couffaine,” she giggled, leading him further into the shop. Smooth, Couffaine.
Most of the machines and monitor screens were quiet, though some of the holo displays still had their most recent projects lit up and rotating. Lights were slowly kicking back on as they moved towards what looked like a small carpeted studio area, sectioned off from the immense space with a curved control panel. Then there was the color. It was everywhere, on everything. The control panel itself looked as if someone had gone crazy with spray paint and glitter glue. An extreme contrast to his department, where most of the spaces were walled off and smaller, but cozy and themed.
Two different ways to keep inspiration high.
“Go ahead and bring them over here so I can see what we’re dealing with,” Marinette pointed towards an empty space near a work table. As he powered the hover units down on the hand truck, effectively parking the dolls, he became aware of one very specific thing:
The Couffaines definitely had a pixie kink.
Marinette stepped out of heels he hadn't even been aware she was wearing, until she went from chin height to his chest.
And just as she had dropped in height, so did his eyes. Beaming blue eyes, determined pink lips, and --ffff the swell of her chest, emphasized by the matching red bra he could just barely see peeking from beneath. Being tall was both a blessing and a curse. When it came to which one it was right now, he was fairly certain his name was dropping rapidly from the Nice List.
Tearing his eyes away, Luka shifted his attention back to the original problem at hand.
“The doll is dressed in her sister’s attire, and to top it off the music department loaded it with the wrong song. This is the first movie’s song, and not the recent release.” He lifted the platinum haired doll, easily sliding her from the plastic twists they’d been forced to switch too. A small hand reached out to take the doll from his hand, before it was meticulously examining the fabrics. He would’ve expected the petite elf’s hands to be soft and smooth, but they were nearly as strong and callused as his own.
“I think we can fix this. How long do we have before launch?” She swivelled away quickly, setting a few things into motion as she took control. A holoscreen popped up from the control panel, before she flicked it up into the air to hover a few meters off the ground. The countdown to launch was displayed in bright red numbers. “Oh good, we’ve got five minutes until launch. Plenty of time.”
“Plenty of time?” He questioned, a bit disbelieving. Granted, it was a decent amount of time, but how in the world were they going to get it done. “I don’t know anything about dolls. I work in sound effects.”
“They essentially just need their outfits updated, which I can do. And the correct song recorded over their music chip, which you can do.” She was already pulling the dolls free from their boxes, while simultaneously preparing the work space before her.
“Amazing,” he breathed to himself. “I don’t know how to record songs onto these, though.”
“Don’t worry! We used to fix stuff all the time in my old department. You know those toys where the voice doesn’t sound like the actual character? That’s because it’s an elf,” she whispered, even though it was just the two of them. “They’ve got a small recording studio in here, we just need to get the right song track set up and you’ll sing over it. And don’t worry, the program will alter your voice, no talent needed!”
She made it all seem so simple.
He stood there for a moment watching her move about, removing clothes from the dolls, sourcing different fabrics, and selecting different re-hue pens.
All he had planned on doing was dropping them off, and now here he was, fixing them.
But there was definitely nowhere else he’d rather be than where he was right now.
Wandering over to the recording studio on the other side of the control panel, he flicked through a few of the screens that hummed to life, but found it hard to keep his eyes from drifting.
“Your outfit is pretty cute. Were you going to one of the parties or a date?” He watched out of the corner of his eye to avoid facing her directly. But he wished he had when he saw the beautiful rosy color from earlier spread across her cheeks and bloom all the way to the tips of her elegantly pointed ears. “I hope I didn’t ruin any of your plans.”
A tiny squeaked, “Thank you,” came long before the rest of her response. “No date. A celebration actually. I don’t normally dress sooo…..” she waved her hands at her body.
“Oh?” The audio track he needed began to play loudly in the speakers around him, blaring out high notes neither of them were prepared for. Marinette nearly fell from the stool she’d placed herself on, naked doll and hue-pens flying, as he scrambled to turn it down. “Sorry!”
“I’m okay! I’m okay!” Her hands were waving him off as she went in search of her things, dropping onto her hands and knees. He could see her crawling around underneath the control panel, skirt bobbing dangerously. Pale skin flashed, and the bare curve of her rear came into view for a moment’s breath, before her skirt dipped to cover her once more.
“I’m definitely on the naughty list,” he muttered. Taking a moment to himself, Luka closed his eyes and dropped into the swivel chair behind him, swivelling slowly. Think about something else. Anything else.
“Are you kidding me? After we fix this fiasco right before launch, we are going on the Nice list for sure. I would know!” Luka stopped spinning to find Marinette settled on her stool and working on the dolls once more.
“There’s no way you’ve ever been on the Naughty List.”
Mischievous blue eyes looked over at him, sending his heart fluttering once more, before she grinned. “I’ve been on the Naughty List.”
He sat up in his seat, intrigue pulling him to full attention. With an impatient flick of his wrist, the screen between them flew off to the right, taking the lyrics with it.
“Do tell.”
“Wellll, I got in trouble for a little breaking and entering and theft of personal property,” he watched her lips roll between her teeth as she tried to keep up her nonchalant facade. He blinked, surprised none the less.
“Hardcore,” he grinned, thoroughly satisfied when her face flamed up again.
“I didn’t keep it!” She squeaked out and he couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of his chest.
“I believe you,” he winked. Her blush deepened, and she swivelled away to hide the way she bit into her lip. Damn did that feel good.
Pulling the lyrics back in front of him, he set about analyzing the song and tune, easily working silently in the space with her. He took a quick glance at the countdown, and breathed a sigh of relief when it read five minutes ‘til launch still.
Positioning the microphone in front of his face, he lost himself in the song. Testing out his ability to reach with his vocals, muscles he didn’t get the chance to use as frequently as his other band members.
“Wow.”
Luka looked up to find Marinette only a few paces away, clutching a full arms worth of redesigned dolls. The amazement on her face, brought blood rushing to his own cheeks. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and poured more focus than necessary into saving the music file.
“You’re beautiful-- I-- I mean your voice is beautiful! I didn’t know you could actually sing,” she was setting the dolls down and moving closer, the smell of sweet baked goods surrounding her and intoxicating his senses.
“Well, these dolls look like they should be on collector’s shelves.” He lifted one of the ice queens up, marvelling at Marinette’s ability to not only change the entire outfit but make it better than the original. He followed her lead as she sent the dolls through a reprogramming shoot, catching them at the end to repackage them. “You didn’t learn those skills from the mass production team.”
The smile on her face caught his attention. The way it lifted her cheeks, set light to her eyes. She pulled the doll from his fingers, and he realized he’d been staring.
“No. I actually learned on my own. It’s a hobby of mine- making clothes. So doing it in miniature wasn’t too hard.” The machines around him were shutting down as he realized she had already finished packing everything away. Not to be the worst helper around, he carried most of the boxes back to the pallet. “Your voice. It really is amazing, you know.” She turned to him brightly as he powered the hover units back on, and the hand truck lifted from the ground. “You remind me of one of my favorite performers! Jolly Stone!”
“I love Jolly Stone! I’m actually in a band, we’re performing later tonight. If you’d like, you could come watch us perform. We’re not famous or anything. Just my sister and two of our friends.”
“Oh. That sounds fun, but I’ve got my party right after this! Which actually-” she glanced at the countdown- ”I’m late for! It’s five minutes ‘til launch!” He watched her devolve into panic, frantically searching for her things. She looped a scarf around her neck, slipping her arms into a long coat that fell past her skirt. Standing on one leg, she attempted to put her heels on, before tipping forward. With speed he wasn’t aware he’d possessed, he leapt forward catching her in his arms before she could take a spill onto the floor.
Sugar plum fairies were going to be dancing in his dreams tonight.
Delectably sweet smelling, and tantalizingly light in his arms. He found himself molding her small frame to his body as he lifted her to her feet. Those bright blues caught him again, and parted lips begged for him to lean in. Painfully he let his hands drift away from her body once he was sure she was steady, and immediately he wished he hadn’t.
Her next attempt was far more successful, and even still he offered his arm to her as they left the art department. When her hand slipped around his elbow to secure herself, he let the smile show on his face. Then let the grin take over, when Marinette dipped her face down, blush rising up her ear tips.
“I don’t wear heels often. I’m a total klutz, I should’ve known better.” He frowned at her self admonishment, but kept any comments to himself. “I just thought they went so well with my outfit. Plus I wanted to look cute for my party.”
“Right, this party. You said it was a celebration and you’re late?”
“Oh, yes! My old coworkers and friends are throwing me a party for my promotion. I’m actually from district South 12th. I was, um, going through some things. Naughty List and all,” an embarrassed giggle slipped free, but she continued on. “So, when I saw a management position pop up in South 10th’s Art Department, I applied for it. Today was my first day.”
“First of all, congratulations on the promotion. Second, I’m sorry to hear you were going through some things, but I’m not sorry that it led you here. Otherwise I’m not sure I would’ve met you.” He gave her a small bump with his arm, but made sure to keep a tight grip on her hand just in case.
“Me too.” And when he glanced down she was smiling brightly to herself.
“So after we drop these off at Wrappings, I could walk you to your party if you’d like? I have to meet my sister in South 12th anyways.”
“Does your sister work in South 12th?”
“Yeah, she’s in the music department though. Not art, so not sure you’d know her.” As they came around the corner, they found themselves in line with the other last minute toy deliverers.
“I actually have friends in music!” Luka watched as her face scrunched up in thought, nose wiggling adorably. “Hmmm, Couffaine.... Wait a second!” She turned to him, eyes searching his face, furrow finding her brows. “Juleka’s last name used to be Couffaine. Are you related to her?”
And this was the moment when Luka realized that the whole Christmas-Magic-works-in-mysterious-ways thing his mother always claimed, was in fact, real.
“That’s my sister,” he chuckled, watching the excited surprise on her face.
“She never mentioned having a hot brother!” The loud gasp, before she slapped a pale hand over her mouth made him laugh harder. “I mean… she never mentioned having a brother,” she sputtered.
“Of course she wouldn’t. I’m lame in her book.” Externally he was playing it cool, but internally he was pretty sure his insides were about ready to burst. The most amazingly adorable and badass elf he had ever met thought he was hot.
A Wrappings coordinator waved them towards a platform to leave their pallet on, and Luka took the opportunity to calm his excitement, so that he didn’t look like a giddy cherub when he sauntered back to her side.
“You know, Jueka was going to my party. And I’m not sure if you had any other plans, but if you have time before your performance… you could come celebrate with us. It’s not just a coworkers thing. But if you don’t want to or don’t have time, I totally understand. It is last second after all, and you barely know me-”
“Marinette.” Her lips clamped closed suddenly, and those eyes he was beginning to truly lose himself too, watched him.
“I would love to go to your party with you. My performance isn’t until right before the Christmas Dawn. I’ve got all night.” He slid his hands into his pockets, to keep them from reaching out to hold her again. The expressions crossing her face were a mixture of excitement and worry, but he kept his thoughts and limbs to himself while she worked out whatever was on her mind.
“Do.. do you have a date for Christmas Dawn?” So quiet, hesitant.
“Not unless my Ma counts,” he winked, heart beginning to pound again.
“Would you like to be mine?” YES. “I- I mean my date?” That too.
“I would love to be yours, Marinette- your date.” Pulling his hand free from his pocket, he offered it to her. She slipped her small hand into his without hesitation, smile setting her face aglow.
“Shall we?”
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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago
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The girl next door - Big guy
The Girl Next Door - Chapter 8 BIG GUY
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Summary: After months of teasing and miscommunications, Henry and Lizz seem to finally get the drift of what they both want. And need. 
Word count: 3.146
Warnings: strong language, fluffy smut
Author’s note: Oh my dears, I hope you enjoy this final chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. I had to maybe stop a moment or two to just catch my breath so...please..enjoy ☺️
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Hopping foot to foot, Lizz was very much willing to admit it; she was nervous. The type of hand wringing, lip biting, check-yourself-in-the-mirror-a-hundred-times kind of nervous. And she sure felt ridiculous for it. This wasn’t some kind of blind date. And it wasn’t like she had to worry about not hitting it off with Henry. Hell, she was a 100% sure he liked her. He had seen her in all states of dishevelment, doing the most silly of things, and so far he hadn’t hit the ground running.
No.
This was the kind of nervousness one feels before that one event that Lizz and Henry had somehow managed to hold off, even though it was very obvious it was bound to happen. And this time she had no exes running on the loose. And she was most definitely not planning on getting drunk…right? Her eyes dropped down to the bottle of wine in her hands. Okay. Maybe just a tiny, tiny bit. For the nerves, you know?
Her eyes slid back to the old clock on her kitchen wall. It was about time. Ish. Almost. Maybe a little early. But surely she could arrive like five minutes earlier, right? Taking a deep breath she walked one last time to the mirror in her hallway, checking if no magical pimple had appeared. She looked good. No breakouts. Her reddish brown hair somewhat tamed into a bun. Her curves snuggly hugged by a simple dark blue summer dress that flared out at the knees. And she had even put on a touch of nude lipstick and some mascara, making her doe-like eyes even more expressive.
Turning once more to check out the back, her hands smoothing out invisible wrinkles, she gave herself the green light. Let’s go.
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‘Oh hey! Oh gods I have to ..really quick..just..’ Henry sprinted back to the kitchen, leaving the door open for Lizz to get inside. Lizz crooked up an eyebrow, standing there for a moment in confusion, before stepping inside and closing the door behind her.
‘Well..’ She sniffled, meeting the equally confused look on Kal’s face, whom was standing in the doorway of the living room. ‘Hey boy. Some warm welcome, huh?’ She said, the big dog not wasting a moment to make his way over to Lizz, tail wagging in joy, his legs stretching as he probably just had been sleeping. 
Lizz scratched him behind the ears, making the dog laugh in satisfaction, his large frame eagerly pushing into Lizz’s knees. ‘Oh you miss me? It’s been what? Eight whole hours since you last saw me? Hahah OH good boy.’ She cooed, scratching and petting the dog some more, offering Henry a few moments respite to save whatever needed saving.
After a few more scratches in Kal’s neck, Lizz slowly tiptoed to the kitchen, her head peaking around the corner to see an erratic Henry moving from oven, to stove, to cutting board.
‘You okay in there?’ Lizz asked gently, making Henry look up in more panic.
‘Yea yea. Just a moment. I ..need to..’ He lost his trail of thought as a pan was near boiling over, his hands quick to turn down the hob.
‘Can I ..help?’ Lizz tried, stepping into the kitchen, making sure she was not in Henry’s way, her feet shuffling a bit as she bit her lip. If she thought she had been nervous; it was more than a little obvious that Henry was, too.
After a few moments Henry finally looked up, taking a deep breath, his strict and focused expression breaking into a big, warm grin. ‘I’m good.’
‘Okay. If the kitchen prince says so.’ Lizz chuckled. ‘Oh and I brought a little..’ Lizz quickly put the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. ‘Drink for the stars.’ She shrugged, her eye resting for a moment on the small silver marked star on the otherwise naked green bottle.
‘Our favourite!’
‘Yes! Oh you tasted it?’ Lizz leaned back against the countertop, tracking Henry’s movements with interest as he moved to combine a number of ingredients in a large oven tray.
‘I did actually. All of it…and maybe all in one sitting.’ Henry chuckled, finally looking back up at Lizz. They both laughed, Henry’s eyes shimmering with a cheeky glint.
‘Quite the pair we are, huh?’
‘Quite the pair.’ Henry agreed, opening the oven door and sliding the tray inside, his shoulders relaxing as he let out a big sigh. ‘Alright. I’m all yours.’ He smiled, turning around, his eyes quickly flitting towards the clock.
‘I know, I know, I’m a bit early.’ Lizz admitted, her cheeks a touch pink.
‘Oh no, don’t worry. It’s all me. I was perhaps stalling a bit too long, doing…’ Henry’s face blanked for a moment. ‘..I don’t know what I was doing.’
‘Picking a dozen different outfits? Selecting an au-naturel, not too obvious lipstick? Checking your face a gazillion times in the mirror?’ Lizz grinned as Henry stepped closer, removing his apron and wrapping his hands around her waist, his teeth sparkling in an ear to ear smile.
‘Oh yes, all of that.’
They kissed. A sweet, though slightly demanding welcoming kiss.
‘Mm..You forgot the lipstick though.’ Lizz muttered in between kisses, licking her lips as if she was still trying to taste Henry. Henry snickered, quickly pulling her in for another kiss. ‘Ssshh.’
Slowly their lips detangled. ’Want to sit outsi..?’ Lizz’s words were cut short again as Henry once more lowered his lips down to hers, now using one of his hands to keep her face angled just right. The boy was eager! Hmm! Lizz couldn’t help but melt like putty into his arms, her hands quite automatically dipping down to the hem of his shirt, her hands sliding beneath the white fabric to feel down the warm planes of his back. Henry didn’t object.
‘Gods you smell so nice.’ Henry rumbled, halting their kisses for a moment to push his nose into Lizz’s neck, her head tilting back invitingly, welcoming him to come closer. And closer he eagerly stepped, his feet settling next to hers, effectively sandwiching her between the counter top and his large, warm body. ‘And you are so…’ Lizz looked back into Henry’s eyes. ‘Hot.’ She said dryly, keeping a mock serious expression on her face.
They both burst out laughing, Henry laying a quick peck on her cheek as he studied her face. The soft dusting of freckles that ran over the apple of cheeks, all the way up the bridge of her nose. Those big brown doe like eyes that let him see right into the very being that was Lizz. Curious, inviting…and definitely a touch cheeky.
‘What are you thinking, hmm?’ Lizz asked, raising an eyebrow, her lips curled in a smirk.
‘Oh..just..thinking about what we’re going to do for the next forty minutes, that’s all.’ Henry shrugged, his hands now moving lower down Lizz’s body, both hands moving to cup the smooth round flesh of her booty. He smirked devilishly as Lizz’s mouth fell open ever so slightly.
‘Ah.’ She bit her lip. ‘Well you better not waste a moment then.’  
With a squeal, Lizz was lifted over Henry’s shoulder, his feet easily moving them down the hallway and up the stairs, to his bedroom. ‘Henryy! Put me down hahaha. HEN! Come on.’ And thus, he ceremoniously laid her down on the dark grey sheets of his bed, the fabric soft and inviting to the touch.
‘Hmm. I am quite hungry, you know.’ Henry rumbled, crawling on top of her and leaning down for a demanding kiss. Lizz hummed in agreement, her mind no longer managing to form more than the most simple one syllable words. ‘Mhm. OH Good..yes..’ Henry’s lips started to travel lower, down her neck. ‘..oh yes..’ And lower, to the neckline of her dress. ‘Ahh..’ Lizz’s breath hiccuped, feeling Henry’s lips as they placed a most gentle kiss there. She looked up at him, seeing him sit up slightly, his fingers and eyes both caressing her arms, before slowly pulling the thin straps of her dress down. Lizz closed her eyes, nearly feeling chilly from the softness of his caresses and the wet trail of his lips. ‘Please.’ She breathed, rolling on her side so Henry could reach for the zipper.
He hummed deeply, one hand deftly moving the zipper down, whilst his eyes studied her lust contorted face. He couldn’t wait to see her in the throws of ecstasy. How beautiful she would look, writhing and moaning under his touch. His breath faltered somewhat as his eyes dragged down, her milky flesh being exposed as the zipper slid down further and further. No bra. Hmm. His lips turned up into a smile and he couldn’t help but sink down again, pressing little kisses all over her shoulder and neckline as she slowly rendered naked, his fingers now rolling down the fabric that withheld her from view.
‘You are so beautiful.’ Henry breathed, his eyes soaking in every inch of her body. Finally it wasn’t accidental. No. This was what she truly wanted. And Henry’s heart couldn’t pound faster, his hands hesitating ever so slightly as the fabric of her dress pooled low at her hips.
Lizz opened her eyes and let out a little breath, her eyes meeting Henry’s lust blazen ceruleans. She couldn’t help but bite back a shiver, her heart skipping a beat as her hips moved up for a moment, helping him pull the fabric off, his hands quick to discard the dress on the dark laminate flooring. Looking down upon her now near nakedness, Henry barely noticed as Lizz started to pull up his shirt, his brain short circuiting for a moment as he once more laid eyes on those soft mounds of perfect breasts.
‘Henn…’ Lizz protested, snapping him out of his stare, his eyes blinking as a soft chuckle escaped his lips. ‘So—sorry. Ai.’ He smiled as he sat up completely, stretching up high so he could remove his shirt, revealing the delicious trail of curls that ran over a soft, broad and very beautifully sculpted chest. He was without doubt the most beautiful man Lizz ever was going to sleep with. Now and probably forever, she thought, her mouth watering at the very sight of all that deliciousness.
Of course, the last bit of key information was yet to be revealed. Was he also truly good in bed? She knew he was good in giving head, and heck, if they had more than forty minutes she’d let him go to town. But not now. She wanted him. All of him. Not just his..
Henry started to crawl down, his lips travelling down her breasts.
No! That’s not what she wanted.
‘Hen..Hen..stop.’ She muled.
With an utmost confused expression Henry looked up. Stop? Now? Really?
Lizz rolled her eyes, shaking her head in amusement.
‘As good as you are at …that.’ She nodded at her crotch. ‘I want more than just your..tongue..’ Their eyes met as it clicked in Henry’s head. ‘Or your fingers…or..’
Henry quickly started to unbuckle his pants, not wasting another second, his legs quickly wringing out of the obstructing fabric.
She wanted him. She wanted him. She wanted him.
Lizz’s eyes fell down at his underwear clad bulge. Half erect, probably, but already very, very evidently there. She didn’t really want to worry about it, but..she knew quite well by now he was a big guy. Down there. Everywhere. Like. BIG. What..what if it..if it didn’t..fit?
‘Lizz.’ All of a sudden he was back on top of her, one of his hands gently cupping her cheek. ‘You okay?’ He asked, eyes peering deep into her eyes, a touch of concern and curiosity mixed in one. ‘Ye..yes. I was just..’ Lizz shrugged. ‘You know..you’re kinda..’ She looked down at his now very, very massive erection, the fabric of his boxers straining considerably. ‘Big.’ She gulped.
Henry sighed, glad she wasn’t having second thoughts, smiling sweetly. ‘I’ll never hurt you Lizz, okay? If you say stop I stop and..no worries.��
‘Okay’ Lizz nodded, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip as her hand moved down to cup his groin experimentally. Warm, hot, heavy. Henry groaned. ‘Fuck.’ He breathed in, trying not to buck against her hand, his hand in turn moving down to slide down her panties. He let out a soft chuckle, his lips caressing hers before whispering: ‘I think you’re quite ready.’
In moments they were both naked. Lips melting together, hands caressing and kneading. Needy, also, for more, Henry’s hand now reaching for the night stand to open the drawer, fetching a condom.
‘I came prepared this time.’ He grinned, rolling the piece of rubber onto his cock. It gave Lizz a moment to fully absorb what was to come. This was it. Fucking hell. After what had been months of endless teasing and awkward barely-there hookups. This was it.
Henry rolled back on top of her, his eyes looking down into hers to see the flickering of a thousand thoughts there. Lizz noticed his gaze, noticed that he noticed and she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. ‘Feel this.’ She muttered, pulling his hand up to her chest, her heart beating wildly under his finger tips. Henry laughed, bending down to press a gentle kiss on her lips. ‘I love you Lizz.’ He said, locking eyes with hers.
‘I love …AH FUCK FUCK HOLY …ah..’ Lizz grasped for his arms, her head lolling back as he slowly pushed in, catching her slightly off guard. ‘I.. love you..you too.’ She finally managed, her mouth agape and her breath coming in short. Henry stilled, his mouth also falling open slightly, willing himself with ever cell of his being not to move, his eyes carefully tracing down Lizz’s features. Fuck she felt good. First the slight shock, her mouth falling open, her head tilting back, then her eyes flicking up again, meeting his for a split second before looking down. At him. Inside of her.
‘Relax.’ He whispered, the words meant for both himself and her, his body staying perfectly still, allowing her whatever time she needed to calm down, adjust. And perhaps for him to adjust as well, he thought. 
‘Holy moly.’ She finally breathed, a smile finally turning up on her lips. ‘There’s..a lot ..to love.’
Henry smiled in turn, his lips brushing down her neck, her jawline, before finally caressing her lips. ‘And I will give you all I have to give.’ He whispered, his hip slowly rolling back, nearly pulling himself out before sliding back in. Smooth, slow, lovingly, he cradled her in his arms, making sure all the sounds that escaped her lips were those of pleasure. It were his new favourite sounds. 
Lizz, meanwhile, was drifting away on cloud nine, her nails digging slightly in Henry’s back as a waterfall of moans fell from her lips. How could something as simple as a missionary position be this good? This..good..oh baby. He was BIG. He fit so snugly inside her, he hit everything at once. Every good little spot, even spots she didn’t know she had. Heck, she might never want to use her toys again after this. Nothing could ever bring her..this.
‘Henry.’ Lizz swooned, his name falling from her lips like a prayer.
‘Lizz.’ He panted - it sure had been long since his last time..and even with due preparation he wasn’t going to..  
‘I…I’m coming..’ She writhed, her voice strained and sounding slightly surprised, her nails digging even sharper in his shoulder blades as she held on for dear life. ‘Fuck..OH FUCK..OH HENRY..FUCK!’
Henry upped his pace ever so slightly - careful not to become overzealous and hurt her -, feeling his own demise soon to follow, but not willing to give in just yet, his eyes carefully tracing the beautiful woman in his arms. Beautiful, beautiful..okay, he couldn’t hold it. 
‘LIZZ.’ He groaned, the fluttering of her post orgasmic core coaxing him to dive head first into his own orgasm. His balls tightened, his body stiffened, his hips jerked, the rhythm long gone. He came.
A release for the both of them that was long, long overdue.
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‘Mmm this is some good stuff, Mr. Cavill.’ Lizz hummed, eagerly forking into the pasta dish Henry had cooked for the both of them. They were sitting outside, naked. Clothes had been a bit of an after thought as they had to rush downstairs after their after-sex cuddling session. And it wasn’t like they had anything to hide from each other now.
Yes, they had maybe forgotten about the food for a bit, but thankfully Henry had picked up on “a certain smell” and the food was still very edible - except for the maybe slightly too crispy cheesy layer on top.
Henry smirked, leaning over the table to pour Lizz some of the star marked wine. ‘Thank the stars up above for that.’ He hummed, also pouring himself a glass. ‘Hehe. You know. I actually started writing about it. The wine cellar. It’s becoming a bit of a comedic thriller.’ Lizz said, taking a sip of the wine. ‘Mmm. Cool! Could I read it sometime?’ Henry reached out his glass, demanding Lizz’s attention. ‘Oh sorry. Haha. Where are my manners. Thank you for dinner and..’ ‘Cheers.’ Henry added, a large smirk on his face. ‘And I hope you won’t leave me as soon as you come over for dinner at my place sometime. I’m really not all that much of a cook.’ Lizz added instead, making Henry chuckle. ‘Oh, that’s quite alright. I’ll teach you. How about that?’ ‘That sounds like a plan.’
‘And to get back to your question. I was actually thinking about publishing it. So..yes please! I can use an extra pair of eyes. Especially when they are yours.’ She smirked, seeing the cheeky glint return in his. ‘I’d like that. Hmm. So publishing? Are you going to do that next to your job? I mean..once the regulations are completely lifted and all..?’ ‘Actually. I think I won’t return there. I eh..contacted this vinologist, just curious about the bottles I found. And..eh..well..eh..apparently they are worth a goddamn fortune. So.... I am selling the lot and will quit my job.’
Henry’s looked wide-eyed at the wine, suddenly holding his glass more tightly. ‘How much is a…fortune? Lizz? In this case? What’s a sip cost me?’
‘Oh about 10 euros a sip I think? Though it depends on how big that sip is.’ She grinned.
Henry’s lips slowly moved away from the glass, his eyebrows frowning slightly. ‘Then why in the hell’s name did you bring a bottle here. That’s crazy Lizz.’
‘I know. Let it be our little secret. Besides. It’s darn good wine and we had something to celebrate..no?’
‘How am I going to repay you?’ He sounded honestly guilty for drinking her wine.
‘Oh you already did, stud. You already did. Holy damn, I never came from just…’ Lizz’s eyes widened. ‘Missionary. How do you even do that?’ She sounded genuinely confused. Henry chuckled, taking a tiny, tiny sip of the wine, letting the pleasant tasting liquid roll over his tongue before he licked his lips, obviously satisfied with Lizz’s words. ‘Only time will tell Lizz, only time will tell.’ He winked, his heart bursting once more with pride and love. 
He was so very glad to sit here naked, in his garden, sipping on far too expensive wine with his neighbour, gone friend, gone lover. 
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And time did tell.
Lizz quit her job, sold her wine collection and wrote and published her book about a young woman tackling the renovation of a mysterious old house - a story beloved by the young and old, soon translated in some twenty languages. And Henry? He didn’t let her get away this time, the two of them travelling together as he worked and she wrote. And he did show Lizz that time could tell. Time could tell every secret there was to his and her body. That night. And many, many nights after.
The end.
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baileys-aurora · 5 years ago
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Ateez x Reader (fem), Mermaid/ Pirate AU
Part 1/?
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Suggestive, cursing
A/N: First post, super nervous :) Hope you will enjoy <3
The day started out as every other, secure the reef barriers and scout the surface for lingering vessels. However, when you reached your home everything changed, “It’s time y/n” your mother said without even looking at you. “No, it’s not, I still have a few years.” you replied with a small voice, hoping she would drop the situation. “You are in your prime age right now, perfect for baring children.” “and what if I don’t want children?” you asked staring her in her eyes now. “Our family will end” she said coldly not backing down to the intense eye contact. “I've heard there will be a ship coming from the east tomorrow from the scouts, and apparently there are a few eligible men on there.” “Mom! I can’t believe you are telling your daughter to seduce a strange man I’m never going to see again!” “don’t be selfish and think what your stubbornness is doing to our family name! All my friends are already grandmothers and I’m not! All of them!” her voice cracking at the end, showing she was crying even though no one can see the tears. “Fine” you mumbled and glided slowing towards her to embrace her, “please stop crying, the ocean is already salty enough” “thank you” was the last thing said between the two for the rest of the day.
“Hongjoong!” San yelled from the crow’s nest, “we are approaching the reefs!” “shit.” San mumbled as already saw a few tails in the distance as the new day’s sunlight simmers on the water, scales reflecting light in all directions. “It’s starting!” Wooyoung yelled as he gathered everyone to below the deck of the ship. Besides San high in the air and Hongjoong behind the wheel. Ever so slightly voices of enchantment became stronger, as they sailed straight into it.
“Shit” you cursed at yourself when realizing it was time to surface, while leaving you have never seen your mother so happy, practically sparkles in her eyes at the hopes of becoming a grandma. All you could do is show a small smile while leaving, on the way to the surface you could see the huge shadow of a ship coming along with multiple tails whipping around. “This is pointless, there are too many here already”. Once you broke the surface, deafening sounds were heard, you wondered how humans thought it was so enchanting when really it was awful sounding, voice cracks and all. You needed to stand out, swimming towards a rock barely out of the water farther away from the ship then the others were, you slowly slid up it and waited.  
San and Hongjoong both took precautions and have worn ear plugs prior to entering the area. “how do you think they are managing?” Yeosang asked the rest of the crew down under. “Hongjoong probably fine, San on the other hand probably took his ear plugs out.” Jongho joked. “All clear!” they heard from the above. While they were exiting, San was climbing down from his spot with a pale face, avoiding eye contact and walking to the other side of the boat as everyone just quietly laughed behind him. “looks like I was right” Jongho laughed, “he heard a small bit” Hongjoong sighed climbing down the latter. “Yunho, take over after Seonghwa.” “yes sir” he replied smiling knowing he was also slightly affected.
Perfect you thought to yourself as the boat came closer and the crew looked relaxed. as the side got closer you spotted your prey, his arms leaning against the side rails and heard hanging low. you semi hide yourself behind the rock, so you are not spotted before hearing range. And finally, you started singing catching his attention immediately but being quiet enough not to alert the others on deck. His eyes staring straight at you as his lips began to twitch upwards, and you knew you had him, continuing your melody as you swam closer and eventually reaching up towards him as he reaches for you too. slowly he drags you on board falling backwards from the weight of your tail. landing on top of him you wasted no time to start kissing the poor boy down his neck causing some whimpers out of him as he tilts his head, so you have better access. You cannot believe this is something you’re doing, you felt so guilty assaulting this poor man without his consent first. Slowly as the light breeze washed over you your tails slowly dried transforming into long sculpted legs. However, it was our first time transforming so it was uncomfortable and unstable. Looks like the deed will have to be done here so you can get back to the water after.
“Where did Hongjoong disappear too? I’ve checked his cabin already and he wasn’t there.” Mingi asked to no one in particular. “Last time I saw him he seemed to need some alone time” Yunho joked out. “I will walk around deck and look for him” Seonghwa voiced. As he made his way to the front of the boat, he saw Hongjoong dangling his feet over the water looking at nothing but the water as the sun began to set. Little did they know what was about to happen just around the next corner of the ship. However, a thump was heard and peaked their curiosity. “Who was that?” Hongjoong whispered with caution and he silently stood up and began to sneak around the corner, maybe we would find someone passed out drunk or a pitiful San sulking from the events of today. Instead he became frozen when he turned the corner, last thing he was expecting was San underneath a naked woman as she attacked his neck with her mouth. To shocked to even process they have no women on their ship or that he was obviously out of it since he was doing this in the open. Coming up behind Hongjoong, Seonghwa realized what was happening way sooner than the faded red-haired boy in front of him.
Continuing your assault with your mouth and began to move downwards hoping this is how humans usually do things. However, before you could go too far something was draped over your exposed body and dragged you off the blonde hair boy who was still in a daze until a red-haired boy approached him to snap him out of it. You were terrified, trying to get out of the man grasp that was strong and get back to the water, your home. You didn’t scream knowing it would bring more men over here. Thrashing around you were able to break free and shove the man a few feet away, trying to get up and failed as your weak legs gave up and you collapsed again scooting backwards against the railing “Please, I’m so sorry just let me go, I’m so sorry, please don’t kill me.” you kept repeating while stories of what happened to missing mermaids played through you head. Hongjoong was finally able to get his composer back as a strong leader and stood in front of you before squatting down to meet your eye level, “oh sweetheart, why would we kill something that would bring us such a pretty price on the market? Mermaid is high in demand these days. Although, I usually ignore those things how could I when you have assaulted one of my dear friends here.” he said looking back at the blonde-haired boy whose face was the color of a lobster. your eyes widening “please, not the market, I will do anything, just please don’t take me to the market!” you cried, the red haired boy seemed unfazed as he looked at the boy who held me from escaping, “Take her to the cell below deck and make sure to wear ear phones while down there.” “right away”
He picked the material from earlier and handed it to you, “stand up” he said not looking at you, “I-I Can’t” you replied looking at your legs. “Then at least cover yourself up and give me your hand” he responded, doing as he said you wrapped your body in the cloth and looked up at him while stretching your hand out absolutely terrified. As you approached the main deck all eyes landed on you some looking you up and down while others just stared. “Whose this pretty lady?” an older man slurred stumbling towards you, “I haven’t been with a women since I joined this crew, I bet you are amazing” he continued as you just looked at the floor, “fuck off” the boy holding you up retorted shoving the guy hard enough with one hand to make him fall over. “Where did she come from?” a bunch of handsome men asked at once. “Ask San” was all he said as he continued to drag you down to the lower deck. So, his name was San. He opened the cell and gently placed you down so you wouldn’t hurt yourself, “I will be back with some clothes don’t cause any trouble...please” he said before turning the corner.
“Are you ok?” Hongjoong keeled down in front of San with worry in his eyes. “y-yeah” was all he could respond from the shock of what just happened, “good... then what the actual fuck just happened?” “I Don’t know, the last thing I remember was a shadow on a rock and a feeling I’ve never felt before... even when we cross over reefs it’s never felt like that before.” San replied putting his face in his hands. “Are you really planning to sell her to the market? Isn’t that to extreme? Even for you.” “I don’t know it was the first thing I could think of besides death and I didn’t want to kill anyone tonight.”  he continued, “I should probably talk with her in the morning and figure something out” he sighed standing up. “do not go under deck without ear plugs in, especially you” was the last thing Hongjoong said to San before walking off. Wooyoung was the first to approach San when he returned to the main deck. The first thing San noticed was Woo’s eyes trained on his neck, “um I think you got a little something right there” he joked as he saw Sans face flush with redness, and that was all Wooyoung needed to confirm what he figured happened. On the other hand, San was already making his escape to the crow’s-nest.
“Here” the boy said as he gave you some fabrics, “they are mine so don’t worry, no weird dude will approach you in these.” he said before turning around. He seemed to be a gentleman, just met under the wrong circumstances. “Thank you” you replied with a small voice, “I’m sorry for what I did.” “then why do it in the first place?” he scoffed, “I had to, I didn’t want to” as he turned around to look back at her he immediately looked up with pink tinting his cheeks, “what’s wrong?” you asked with genuine concern, “why are you still not dressed? I gave you enough time” “I did my best” if best was just wrapping your boobs with his shirt. “Do you not know how to wear clothes?” “yes” you scoffed, “my chest is covered” He sighed and laughed a little while shaking his head, “Never mind, do you see how I’m dressed? Legs in the pants and the shirt completely on?” “y-yes?” “ok now try again” he said turning his back against you again. This time when he turned back around you looked better, but the shirt was on backwards, and he is debating even telling you but then decided to just take matters into his own hands, walking into the cell eyeing you as if you were dangerous. “What?” you ask innocently looking up slightly at him, “come here so I can fix your shirt” “oh ok” as he was lifting the shirt up someone came down the stairs, “Seonghwa! Don’t fall for it she already got to San!” the man exclaimed. You immediately slapped the man known as Seonghwa away and backed up into the cell trying to prove it wasn’t you and you didn’t deserve the market. “Don’t be ridiculous Wooyoung, I was helping her with her shirt.” “sureee” he said eyeing you, “she was probably playing dumb on purpose, it’s what women do” “I swear I didn’t do anything, please believe me” you chocked up almost crying, “I don’t want to go to the market.”
After calming down from the air high in the sky San slowly made his decent to the main deck. By the moon it looked to be around two in the morning. He slowly made his way below deck so no one would wake up. once he reached his bunk, soft whispering was heard from the cell area. Shivers going down his spine as he slowly approached the cell peaking around the corner, he found the girl balled up, whispering to herself, “you are going to be ok, you are going to be ok” over and over again. When you sensed a presence, you lifted your head slowly being afraid of what the person would want from you. However, when you recognized the person as San your head shot up and he looked scared, “I’m so sorry I did that to you, please don’t take me to the market.” you said with watery eyes, at that his scared expression turned into a guilty one. “It’s ok, I don’t think you will go to the market, Joong isn’t that hard on pretty girls.” He laughed while slowly approaching the cell. “However, if what you pulled earlier today repeats, you’re a goner, as he is not a big fan of liars.” “it won’t, I promise” you replied sitting in silence for a while, “you are a smart one, my guard was completely down when you approached me” he sighed “as if, I couldn’t even get away because I’ve never used my legs before.” His dark brown eyes looked up at you when you said that, “was I the first person you seduced?” sounding entertained by this matter know. “Yeah but trust me I never would have done it if I had a choice” with that he seemed a little offended “ouch, you really knew how to hurt a man” he said while slightly laughing. “Why did you not have a choice?” he continued before you could apologize for sounding so harsh. “I needed a child to continue my families name, and my mom has been crying a lot recently because she is afraid, I will not give her a grandchild, so I thought I would just give her what she wants.” “I’m sorry that pressure is on you, but can we backtrack to the child thing? Your plan was for me to get you pregnant and then just disappears back into the water?” “Well yeah, it’s what all mermaids do, their child will always be females and the process continues.” San shook his head and looked back at you with his intense eyes, “If I were to ever become a dad I would want to know and be present in the child’s life.” “really?” You said with hope, “do you think my father thinks the same way?” San looked at you with a different expression this time, maybe sadness? “I’m sure he does.”
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blasphoeme · 6 years ago
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I Love You More Than Ice Cream
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Chap 4/? Ratings: M (for now~)
Chapter Summary:
It’s the day that we’ve all been waiting for! Let’s see how Jon and Dany go on their first date! Just a heads up, this is only PART ONE of two chapters that make up their date. This is just the first step. 
As usual, this can be found on Ao3 along with the previous chapters :) Happy reading!!! XD
Chap 1, Chap 2, Chap 3
The sun was setting as nightfall approached on a beautiful Sunday evening. The weather was getting warmer with spring gradually gaining momentum. The cherry blossom trees lining the streets were beginning to bloom, blinking open to show off their pale pink petals and stamen within. Hugging the white fur ball to her, nuzzling her nose into Ghost’s downy soft fur, Dany couldn’t suppress her smile. They had been walking for about ten minutes now, quiet but companionably comfortable ten minutes. Both of them lost in their own thoughts. “So… Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
Earlier, Jon, a nervous ball of a man he was with his furry companion tucked in the crook of his arm, finally mastered up his courage to ring the doorbell after a good fifteen minutes of pacing. This was the moment he’d been waiting for since the day he laid eyes on the owner of this wonderful place. So absorbed in his head, going over the details, making sure he had everything down for their date, he didn’t even notice Dany swinging open the front door until the sensation of his very excited puppy’s tail went smack, smack, smack against his torso like a whip drew his attention to the lady before him. Ghost’s little limbs flailed happily as his new favourite person came into view. Jon on the other hand, found himself once again, standing at her doorstep with his mouth agape. If this happened every time he looked at this woman, his heart would sure to explode one day. Looking at her, just like always, had his breath stuttering about and his mind momentarily short circuiting, forgetting all knowledge of sensibility as all thoughts vacated his head leaving behind only one which was how lovely she looked. Curls that shimmered interchangeably between silver and gold flowed freely past her shoulders and tumbled down her back. Around her head, two braids lay intertwined, reminiscent of a crown. The ends swished, grazing the small of her back as she joined him on the porch, donning a dark blue woollen cardigan that reached her mid thigh over a simple cream coloured blouse tucked into a pastel pink skirt that ended just above her knees. Her ensemble was complete with a pair of black legging and white sneakers. Realizing that he was gawking, Jon finally lifted his eyes up to meet Dany’s purple ones. “Hello again.” The apples of her cheeks were dusted with the lightest shade of pink. Dany echoed his greeting with a demure, breathless ‘hello’ of her own.
“Since you didn’t specify what we’d be doing tonight, I just well… dressed for comfort. I hope what I have on isn’t too casual.”
“No.” Taking a breath, willing his heart to return from its marathon, he couldn’t resist giving her a once over again. “This is perfect. You look lovely today. Not that you don’t already look beautiful to begin with…”
The two of them stood grinning at each other like two love struck fools, both of them nervous and thrilled to be in each other’s company once more. “Thanks.” The blush upon her cheeks flamed a little more. Leaning against the door behind her with the door jab digging into her back, Dany sighed, feeling utterly relieved knowing that her efforts to look pretty since this morning right into the afternoon was paying off.
Allowing herself to take in Jon’s appearance for the first time that day, she wondered to if it was too soon to say she was falling for this man? How could someone look even more appealing to the eye with just a simple change of clothing? His hair was still its gorgeously tousled mop of curls. Those dreamy deep brown eyes were still just as soulful as the week before and his face was just as handsome as the very first moment she glimpsed his visage over her ice cream freezer. His body on the other hand? Biting back an appreciative moan, Dany’s bottom lip slipped between her teeth as her eyes hovered over his torso. Who knew under his usual baggy hoodies hid a figure so fine. Under his white washed fur lined denim jacket, oh how that checked buttoned down shirt of his clung to his body like a glove. The barest hint of sculpted pecs contoured by cotton fabric peeked at her from the confines of his shirt. Her fingers longed to caress his body. What would it feel like be all pressed up against him? How would his muscles feel under her fingers? And lastly, those dark jeans of his, she had no doubt, defined his very supple ass. She wanted to swoon so badly. “You look really handsome today too.” Fiddling with the cuff of his jacket, Jon mumbled a quiet thanks, a flush blazing up his neck. How bizarre an experience being in love was? Was it too early to say he loved this stunning woman? To him it was as if time stopped just for a while and there was nothing else in the entire world but the two of them, every time she was near. There was nothing in the world except her and him. Having not seen her for just a week felt like decades. He’d missed her so much. Her smile, her eyes, her face, everything. He wondered if Dany felt that too.
“Oh, and umm... These are for you.” Pulling his hand from behind his back to the front, Jon showed her what he brought. It was a tiny bouquet of multi-coloured daisies held together with a dainty pink bow that just so happened to match the hue of her skirt. He presented them to her like a proud little boy showing his crush the gift he made for her. In a way, that was actually quite a fitting description for how he felt in that moment, hoping that Dany would like his present. “They’re so pretty, Jon! Thank you.” Reaching for the flowers, Dany took it from him and brought it up to her nose. They smelt like spring, like a green grassy meadow and new beginnings. First checkpoint safely crossed. Freshly picked flowers really were a nice touch. Jon sent a silent thanks to his younger cousin, Sansa and her tips for how to make a good impression on a first date.
The flowers in her hands were the best gift she’d received from a man in such a long while. These flowers were symbolic of what Jon was to her. After years upon years of standing on her own, perhaps this could be a new beginning for her. For the chance to flirt, to be wooed, to go on dates, to miss someone when they were not around. It had been ages since she last felt the agonizing clenching of her heart at craving for someone, waiting for a new day to come, in hopes of seeing them again. How was it possible to miss someone so much when you barely even knew them? So little was exchanged between the two of them and yet that little bit had been everything. She wanted more than just a little bit, she wanted everything. All the moments, tender and sweet, she longed to share them all with the man before her, that much she knew for sure. Peering up at the man before her from behind the blossoms, she confessed quietly: “I’ve missed you.”
Chocolate eyes widened at her words. Jon swore that the thumping organ within the embrace of his ribs swelled to twice its size at the revelation. She’d been thinking about him. She missed him! “I’ve missed you too, Dany. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much.” Shaking her head slightly, she dismissed his apologetic thoughts. “I know you were busy.” Toying with the ribbon encircling the stems of her flowers, she added with a giggle of anticipation, “Planning our date, I hope?” “I really hope you’ll like what I have planned for you. I can’t take all the credit for it though because I had help.” A nervous chuckle became lodged at the back of his throat. A lot of help. Tucking the flowers into her left coat pocket by her hip, Dany told him with the utmost confidence: “Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll love it. It’s the thought that counts. All that matters is that we get to spend time together.”
Jon’s raven ringlets, which Dany’s fingers desired very much to push away from his left eye,swayed as he shook his head resolutely. He wasn’t going to tell her anything till they got there.
“I doubt you’d surprise me all that much. I grew up here so I know this place pretty well. You’d have to be very sneaky to find somewhere I’ve never been to.” Dany stated as a matter of factly. She didn’t like surprises much and to give her one on their first date was quite bold of him. She had to give him that. “Hmm... yes you did grow up here. But, I know for a fact that you’ve been away for years since college, so I think you shouldn’t underestimate me.” The wink he gave her had butterflies taking flight in her belly again. Gosh, this man was really quite something. Sucking in a shallow breath, her mind couldn’t help wonder how he could remain so calm around her when her body and mind were running wild all over the place just being next to him. What sort of affect did she have on him? Missandei had reassured her repeatedly, pushing down her paranoia, that all she had to do was be herself and everything would be just fine. Jon liked her for who she was after all. Did she need to do something else to charm him?
Stepping into his path, effectively blocking his way, she angled her head up to meet his eyes straight on, Dany decided to do something bold. Tugging at her bottom lip with her teeth, batting her eyelashes coquettishly up at him, she formed her words with just the right amount of flirtatiousness and prayed she wasn’t too rusty at this game.“Oh yeah? You sound awfully confident of yourself, Jon Snow.”
With her face so close to his, his vision was filled with her. There was only about a few inches between their bodies with only Ghost keeping them apart. Things would appear to have escalated quite quickly. Jon’s breathing met an involuntary stutter. However, if he were to waste this sudden development, the chance to catalogue every minute detail that composed Dany’s stunning, almost angelic face, he'd be a very foolish fellow. Pushing his nervousness back down with an audible gulp, he began his exploration. First stop on his journey, her incandescent purple eyes that glittered like amethyst crystals under the sun, shining with mischievous glee and a hint of excitement dancing within. Gods, she was captivating. Standing very still before him, Dany observed in delight as his eyes began to roam. Watching him watch her, she tried not to squirm under his scrutiny. Cocoa brown eyes drifted down and lingered on her lips within the clutches of her teeth. The pulse under her skin was thrumming away. He was a little bit too close but she was beginning to love the intimacy. Under the setting sun, his pupils seemed to dilate, turning a darker shade of brown as he took her in. Her heart did a little summersault. He desired her! Not letting her glee and sudden bout of excitement that surged through her show, curbing the need to squeal, she stood her ground and allowed his eyes to graze over her like a loving phantom touch. Down his eyes went, over her button nose, over the freckles dusting her cheeks and finally at her lips they loitered. Having her so close to, his body fought the urge to lean in and have a taste of those, plump, petal like lips, to nibble on them for himself and just kiss the life out of her. Unfortunately, his brain told him it was still too soon. This was only their first date for crying out loud. Tugging at the collar of his shirt, Jon cleared his throat feeling a little embarrassed now. His eyes darted regrettably to the side, away from her face. Would she think he was too brazen for wanting to kiss her? No, no, quit doubting yourself, Jon. Fists clenched, he wrenched his eyes back to meet her eyes again. A perfectly sculpted brow quirked up at him, posing a silent challenge. A smirk, almost smug perched itself upon her lips, now free from the grasp of her teeth. His heart supplied him with a sudden thought. Was this in fact a challenge to see who would give in first and kiss the other? If that were the case, he had no doubt he’d lose first. Gladly. A sudden breeze had a flurry of cherry blossom petals swirling through the air, picking up Dany’s silver locks on its way and into her face. Spell broken, the two of them were overcome with a fit of silly giggles. On the sidewalk, under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, eyes locked with one another with lingering smiles on their lips, their hearts sang a tune of happiness. “Come on then, let’s keep walking.” With a struck of bravery, though her voice sounded small, Dany hooked her little finger around Jon’s and gave his arm a tug. His skin under her finger felt pleasingly warm. “But you don’t even know where we’re going.” Laughing, Jon reminded her. His senses hyper aware of the point where Dany’s pinkie was hooked around his. His heart danced at her touch. A rush of endorphins coursed through his blood, bumping a blush up to his cheeks as a loony grin took up residence on his face. Skipping ahead of him, she began pulling him along with her down the street. “Well then, quit dawdling and lead the way!” Hearts racing, cheeks rosy and grins so wide their faces were starting to ache, everything was just as it should be.
“This is where our date will be?” Looking up at the bright pink flashing neon sign that read ‘Lone Wolf Diner’, Dany chuckled. “I don’t mind Mister Stark’s food, in fact I love his cooking but...” Cocking her head, she regarded the familiar diner that she knew like the back of her hand. With its little wooden creaky swing set sitting on the front porch, its red and white sign hanging just inside the front door window was still flipped to open to cater for the dinner crowd. “This is a bit anticlimactic.” Holding up his hands, palms up to her in a placating manner, Jon nodded. “I know, I know. You grew up with this place, but this isn’t quite where our destination is. Give me a chance before you dismiss me?” Offering her his hand, flexing his fingers, he urged her to follow him. His dark orbs adopted a sparkle that told her he had something else up his sleeve. “All right.” Taking it eagerly, she went with him. His larger hand engulfed her smaller one, causing her to feel just a tad bit giddy. Giddy like that buzzing feeling in her veins rising to her head that came with one scoop too many of that champagne infused sorbet she used to have sometimes. Trailing after him like a floating helium filled balloon on a string, they ducked into the alley beside the diner. Dodging pass the odd metal trash can, they stopped at the steps of a fire escape. Pointing upwards with a finger, still keeping her hand held in his, unwillingly to let her go, Jon informed her: “Your surprise is just up these stairs.” Dany’s slender fingers enclosed within his, felt so soft, vulnerably dainty and slightly cold. An acute sense of protectiveness washed over him. Wanting to chase away the chill from her skin, he adjusted his grip around her hand to hold it more firmly. Up they went, hand in hand, ascending the stairs to the roof of the diner. Clanging noises echoed through the alley as their feet met each step. When they reached to top, pushing open the metal gate, he indicated for his date to proceed ahead before him.
Stepping clear of the gate with her breath in her throat, she definitely did not see this coming. She had no words besides: “Oh....”.
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qedavathegrey · 7 years ago
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Spirit Snare
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Despite the title, to simply call this a means by which to trap a spirit is to disregard its main function. In actuality, the spirit snare is more accurately not only an abode for the spirit, but a tool to be used in the construction of spirit. This will become clear as you read below, but first I must preface by saying that the “skeleton” — the underlying structure — of this ritual can be adapted with a nearly boundless collection of replacement tools, ingredients, etc., e.g. while the following will incorporate a clay figure, this could be replaced with a doll (cloth, stick, etc.), a stone, really anything. What matters is the action and process, not necessarily the materials listed. With that being said, take this as an example, not the definitive or singular way to accomplish the same task.
For this method, you will need a few “ingredients:”
Sticks — (in the above photo) you can see I used sticks of varying sizes, but all of which were collected at local cemeteries
Twine
Clay — I used natural, air dry clay; but if you happen to have (or have access to) a kiln, actual clay would be ideal; avoid plastic-based polymer clays
Batting — I used Spanish moss; natural fibers are best; an old (clean) bird’s nest would work well, I imagine
Fluidum vītae*
Wire
Paper
Tobacco/Incense
Optional:
Paint and/or other decorative elements
Rum or other offerings
* By fluidum vītae I mean blood or sexual fluids. Ideally, an animal sacrifice would be made and the blood collected, but to tie the spirit to yourself blood, vaginal fluid, menstrual blood or semen can all be used.
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Instructions:
Begin by collecting your sticks. It’s not necessary to go digging through cemetery refuse piles at the stroke of midnight under the light of the waxing moon (like some witches who will not be named: me), store-bought is fine. No, but really, just go out and get some sticks. Feel free to gather them from specific locations or of particular species that correspond to your aims in constructing this spirit. For example, sticks from your own property (cedar or oak) would work splendidly if you seek to create a protective spirit. Employ whatever correspondences personal or traditional. Try to keep the sticks no longer than your arm, and no wider than your thumb or they will be unruly to work with in the next step.
Once collected, the sticks must be fashioned into a sort of flexible mat that will be rolled and fastened later. Have patience. While it seems quite simple, working with a long length of twine can get tedious, especially at the beginning. Take the first stick and anchor two lengths of twine onto it near the center, leaving 6 to 8 inches between them. The rest is a bit like a puzzle, taking each stick and finding which fits well with the one beside it. You needn’t do this all at once, I simply tried fitting each as I moved along. Once you find one that fits,  secure it with twine: I used overhand knots because they’re easy and can be moved and tightened accordingly, the ones on the left going over and those on the right under (or vice versa). It’s a bit like macrame. If you know better knots or methods, by all means employ them. Make sure to leave the long tails of twine, as these will be used later to fasten the bundle.
Once you have woven the sticks together, it is time to work on crafting a figure. As I mentioned above, this doesn’t need to be a clay figure, but could be a small doll or stone or whatever makes sense to you. I have a penchant for sympathetic magic, so I simply molded a little, nondescript figure. Once it is complete and fully dry, take it and sit with it. Consider for what purpose you are constructing this spirit, what will its function be, and allow its characteristics to manifest. This is very much a sort of negotiation: the ambient energy can manifest in certain ways, you must sculpt it and guide it to meet your goals. Do not underestimate the power of music. Choose songs with intention. Now is NOT the time to hit shuffle. Once the spirit is assembled, and time has been spent with it, prepare the figure with smoke. I’m prefer tobacco because with each exhale you can impart its function, responsibilities, arrangements and characteristics. I suppose the same could be done with passes through incense smoke. The most important part is to give this spirit a name. Knowing its traits and appearance, you can decorate the figure to match. But not yet is the spirit tied to the figure.
To do this, scrawl the given name on a square of paper and roll it into a scroll. Dress the figure with the fluidum vītae (if you elected to do a sacrifice, make sure you specify what the sacrifice is for; don’t be wasteful), imparting “life,” and wrap the scroll around the figure with wire. Make clear the association of the spirit and the figure, call it by its name, give it the power it needs.
Place this fetish on the batting. Being that I used Spanish moss and it has a tendency to be messy, I also used a square of white fabric, placing upon in the nest of dry moss, then the figure. Make sure the fetish is nicely nestled, adding more batting if necessary. I then folded the cloth over it and tied either end like a nice, witchy Tootsie Roll. Place the assemblage on the mat or sticks and bring each end of the mat to meet. A little overlap is fine. Using the twine tails wrap the entire bundle, fastening it with an impermanent knot (in case you need to disassemble it).
It is good form to present an immediate offering, and do choose one that matches the ascribed function of the spirit. Rum is a great general offering, given its fiery nature, but if you’re not looking to incite the spirit to action, perhaps something tamer is in order.
If you find a bundle of sticks unsightly, feel free to decorate the exterior with appropriately colored ribbon. It’s also good to place a small offering dish before it so that occasional gifts might be easily presented.
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NC Mermania 2017, part 2 - Mermaiding
From Jess (originally posted on rescuesirens.com, January 31st, 2017):   It’s hard to believe, but I haven’t written yet about my mermaid tail! I’ve posted a handful of tail photos here on the “Rescue Sirens” website as well as pictures and video clips on Instagram and Tumblr, but this is the first time I’ve blogged about it, and I don’t know if I can do it justice with mere words. My mermaid tail is a wearable, working piece of art.
Although it’s been around for decades, the sport, performance, or hobby of mermaiding has really taken off in recent years. Today, you can buy an affordable fabric tail that slips over a plastic monofin (a device, as the name suggests, that looks like a pair of fins fused together, designed to contain both feet and keep a swimmer’s legs together to aid in the dolphin kick), or you can spring for a variety of other materials, varying in price up to $4,000 or more. One of the most popular materials is silicone, and there are multiple tailmakers who create truly stunning silicone mermaid tails for swimming. My tail and matching top were handcrafted by Raven and Tyler Sutter of Merbella Studios Inc., based in my home state of Florida.
The story behind the creation of my tail is pretty magical. On our family vacation to Orlando in August of 2015, Chris, his daughter Nicole, and I made a side trip to meet Raven and Tyler at historic Weeki Wachee Springs State Park, Florida’s “City of Live Mermaids.” There, I got to view the fabled springs for myself for the first time -- I grew up in Florida and spent a lot of time at Ginnie Springs over the years as well as Silver Springs and Homosassa, but, almost unbelievably, I’d never visited Weeki Wachee… and now here I was in this iconic mermaid mecca, with Mermaid Raven, seeing one of her gorgeous silicone mermaid tails in person! Wow!
I was so impressed with her handiwork’s artistry and flawless construction, and even more impressed with Raven and Tyler themselves: they’re brilliant, beautiful, fun, and phenomenally talented people who I feel very fortunate to call my friends today.
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That first meeting. As you can see, we all got caught in a Florida thunderstorm!
Before we parted ways, Tyler and Raven took detailed measurements of my lower body so they could custom-build my tail, and I left Weeki Wachee looking forward to the day when I could try it on and go for my first swim.
Both the tail and the top that went with it were going to be designed as a “realistic” version of Nim’s, the Rescue Siren whose appearance Chris based on mine, and I was curious to find out how Raven would adapt Chris’s drawings into something that had to obey the laws of physics and look like it “belonged” on a real human being (as opposed to a cartoon), while still retaining the spirit of Nim’s design. Over the next eight months, Raven periodically sent work-in-progress photos as she sculpted Nim’s flukes and fins as well as the leafy, kelp-like halter top that Nim wears in her undersea home, Lophelia. Even in humble gray clay, everything looked amazing.
In April of 2016, Chris and I took another trip to Florida, and we made plans with Raven and Tyler to spend some time at Orlando’s YMCA Aquatic Center. The Y features a seventeen-foot-deep dive well, and I was beside myself with excitement at the idea of hanging out with Raven again and even getting to swim together. I knew that she was close to completing my tail and had already finished my top, but I wasn’t expecting to receive them until May, so I figured she’d bring one of her extra tails and I could borrow it for our swim. Imagine the look on my face, then, when Raven unveiled my very own Nim tail in the YMCA’s parking lot! It was so unexpected that I actually didn’t register what I was seeing for several moments, and then I squealed and squeezed Raven half to death.
Raven had taken the images of Nim that Chris had drawn and she had made them real. The delicate curling fronds of Nim's seaweed top, with sparkling green crystals imbedded amongst the gentle floral curves... the sweeping lines of Nim's graceful tail -- "blue as the ocean in the morning," scales glittering with iridescent shine -- from the flawless transition at the blended waist to the lightly ribbed dorsal, adipose, and ventral fins, all the way down to the immense flukes: three feet wide and ingeniously hiding a Finis Competitor monofin within.
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Raven still had some finishing touches to put on my tail’s paint job, but I could try it on and go swimming with her!
I didn’t truly understand the phrase “fits like a glove” until I put on my Nim tail. It was made to conform to my body exactly, and, boy, does it do that. Even with Raven’s help, I swear it took me something like an hour and half to wriggle into my tail that first time. I’ve since gotten it down to under ten minutes (again, with my husband Chris’s help), but, if I hadn’t had Raven there to show me what to do at first, I honestly don’t know if I would’ve believed I could get into that tail. Once it’s on, it fits like a second skin, which makes moving through the water effortless. (Loose tails can flap around a person’s waist and legs, catching water as they swim and creating drag.) And once it was finally on that first time, I took off into the dive well… and I felt like I was flying.
When you’re wearing a mermaid tail, you can’t really get a good look at yourself while you’re swimming, so what made me do a double-take was seeing Raven (who can get into her tail in, like, two minutes!) glide past me in her own tail. The illusion is flawless; the blended waist effect that Raven can achieve with her tails is wholly convincing, her tails’ flukes bend and flow realistically, and Raven herself is so fluid and graceful in the water that you would swear she’s a real mermaid.
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Chris and Tyler, watching us, discussed the interesting quirk about mermaid tails: when a Victoria’s Secret model wears angel wings, she can’t fly, but, when someone puts on a mermaid tail, they really can swim. The fiberglass Finis Competitor monofin built into my tail is rated for ocean swimming, and I can cross a pool in only a few dolphin kicks. I went from the dive well’s surface to the bottom at seventeen feet below in the blink of an eye. I felt strong, powerful, and beautiful -- just like I imagine the Rescue Sirens in my stories -- and I can never thank Raven and Tyler enough for that.
My Nim tail has already been on a number of adventures, from Orlando to two Hawaiian islands to Weeki Wachee Springs and back here to Los Angeles, but those tail-tales will have to wait for another day, because today I want to write about mermaiding at NC Mermania!
The main event of NC Mermania was our time at the Greensboro Aquatic Center, affectionately referred to as the GAC (that’s pronounced “gack”). Merfolk took over the facility’s dive well, which, just like Orlando’s YMCA Aquatic Center, is a whopping seventeen feet deep and twenty-five yards wide; vendors (like us) set up on either side of the giant body of water. Chris and I readied our table with books, buttons, and Diving Belle motel key tags, and then I “turned tail”… with the help of Chris (who is an incredible husband for many reasons; this is only one of them) and a whoooole lot of coconut oil.
Although the tail is a challenge to get into, the reward once I’m in is well worth it: I get to go swimming! It’s so refreshing, both physically and mentally. I feel like a little kid again, only I’ve leveled up the way I “play mermaids” in a manner that wee Jess never could have imagined. I've always been a water baby, and swimming in a realistic mermaid tail is a whole new way of interacting with the element I love so dearly.
I recently had rashguards screen-printed with the “Rescue Sirens” logo, and I wore those stretchy lifeguard tops as part of my Nim outfit for both days in the dive well at the GAC. I was so tickled every time someone recognized our property! I loved talking to people, answering their questions about the books and the world, and spreading the word about this series that means so much to me. Because NC Mermania attendees are passionate about many of the same things that I am -- the ocean, marine conservation, water safety, and mythology -- that made everyone easy to talk to, even for an introvert like me!
Besides talking about "Rescue Sirens," conversations involved admiring and discussing one another's tails (Merbella Studios' tails like mine, Finfolk Productions, Mertailor, Mernation, any number of commercially available fabric tails, and even handmade), swapping water-friendly hair and makeup tips, learning new tricks (I was taught how to blow bubble rings!), and simply having fun swimming together. There was an innocence to the event that I found really charming. When was the last time, as an adult, that you really just enjoyed splashing around in the water with friends the way you did as a kid? I didn't realize how much I'd missed that.
While I played in the dive well, Chris was a rockstar and, as usual, a phenomenal husband: he not only sold copies of "Rescue Sirens: The Search for the Atavist" at our poolside table, but he also took lots of photos and videos to remember our time at NC Mermania. The only thing that Chris couldn't do was take photos from in the water (since he had to be able to return to our table at a moment's notice), but the wonderful Karsten Shein of Mountain Mermaid Photography had that covered, spending both days suited up in scuba gear at the bottom of the dive well with camera in hand.
Here are some of my favorite candids shot by Karsten (thank you so much!):
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In addition to Karsten's underwater photos, I chose some of the best pictures and videos that Chris shot from the pool deck and compiled them into this short video, which follows me around a bit during our time at the GAC on Saturday. Huge thanks also go to Tom Cardwell for graciously sharing the underwater footage that he recorded of me swimming, and to Mermaid Aria for the photo of her, Mermaid Jolene, and yours truly. I'm so grateful for everyone's help!
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Next in this series: it's time to make legs and dry off for NC Mermania's social events and panels!
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Comic heroes of all sort literally leap off the pages and onto our desks this week, along with more unprecedented high-end robot releases. We’ve also got a look an adorably deformed drivable, and precious Pokémon gewgaws. Then it’s back to my own acquisitions as I fuss with a new Marvel Legend! Welcome back for Tuesday Night Toys!
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New Stuff: Merc-y Magic
Seems like I’ve looked at more Deadpool toys since I started this column. Granted, I’m not nearly as off on the metatextual mercenary as I once was, but it’s still odd that he keeps comin’ back around. Maybe it’s just because his toys have a knack for being cool. This latest one, a ‘Breaking the Fourth Wall’ statue by Good Smile, is a pretty spectacular-looking effort. It’s not all characters that can run a look like this, and it’s taken some talent to bring it into plastic, leaving me suitably impressed. More creative superhero stuff like this from you down the line, GSC?
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Tamashii Nations was last weekend, and along with a bevy of new Figuarts from now-standby series Kamen Rider, Marvel, and WWE, there were also some new Dragonball reveals! And I do mean just ‘Dragonball’, the big new one being the kid version of Goku from the earliest stories of Akira Toriyama’s eternal epic. He looks like a sharp little figure, a great choice for those who still stand by the original as the best entry in the Dragonball saga, and hey, it even looks like he might come with a little Korin accessory!
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Others were a smattering of tweaked versions of previous characters and figures, including Saiyan Saga versions of Tien and Yamcha, plus Gotenks, Majin Vegeta, and SS3 Goku. It’s a nice covering of story arcs in figural form, ensuring whatever iteration of Dragonball you’re most attached to, you’ll have something to be enticed by. Even if it’s just to crumple up Yamcha into his legendary death pose.
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Also on display at Tamashii Nations was pretty big surprise for Soul of Chogokin: Gipsy Danger from that big robot movie everyone likes! SoC’s been a wild ride lately, putting out more western-friendly properties like GoLion/Voltron and Zyuranger/Power Rangers, and a release like this cements the idea that they’re reaching beyond their own shores for appeal. I’m pretty ambivalent towards Pacific Rim, but dang if this doesn’t make me curious about what they’ll do next.
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Wishlist: Robattle
Good Smile’s combining two things I’m forever amused by: Nendoroids, and Mechatro WeGo. The perfectly marketable mecha will be getting a super-deformed version entered into GSC’s Nendo line, and if you thought it was cute before, it’s been squashed to those classic proportions pretty effectively here. It is pilotable too, though for reasons of cost and space, they’ve elected to make the mecha itself more standard Nendo size and design it to be crewed by Nendoroid Petits. So if you plan on getting this and want some cute Vocaloid or Type-Moon character to drive it, maybe think about getting a couple of those.
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Collectible company Gray Parka Service has an amusing aside coming out: Pokémon themed snow globes! Mashing up a decent selection of Gen 1 starters and Eeveelutions, one or two of these things might make a nice decoration if any of them strike your fancy. They’re certainly a unique novelty and-Jesus Christ Charmander get out of the snow it could put your tail out you’ll die!!
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On that same subject, RE-MENT just released these Pokémon crossing candy toy figures, and they’re just the cutest things. Now these would be fun desk-top companions, or adorable additions to a themed display of a particular Pocket Monster. I know I wouldn’t mind that Gengar.
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On Desk: Holla Holla
Marvel Legends are kind of a hit-or-miss indulgence for me these days, as my comic reading has slowed down and my space dedicated to toys has had to be used more judiciously. The latest Spider-Man themed wave had some really cool stuff, but as much as I’d love that new 2099 costume or the goddamned Jackal, I couldn’t pull the trigger on them. But Ms. Marvel? Ms. Marvel I am down with.
At this point you’ve either read some of Kamala Khan’s comics and know what a breath of fresh air her delightful superhero antics are or you haven’t and you wonder why your life is a never-ending torrent of sadness. Point is, Kamala’s fun and she’s deserved an action figure for some time now. The Marvel Legend delivers on it in that reliable way we’ve come to expect from the line.
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I really appreciate Ms. Marvel’s use of soft plastic. It allowed her scarf (which looks great, by the way) to come out of the package with no problem, and the skirt-style fabric around her waist moves with her legs with no trouble at all! The head is a bit restricted around the neck with the way the hair is sculpted, but otherwise it’s all the posability you expect from a modern action figure (gotta love them ankle tilts).
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They did include a couple cool accessories: swappable stretched out hands for her left and right, in a fist and an open hand, respectively. I’m super-grateful for these, you gotta love how Kamala gets actual distinctive super-powers and not just standard flying and super-strength, and these parts swap out easy and look good. I kinda wish they had wrist articulation, but as-is, they’re still exactly what I could have asked for.
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If you’ve been made a fan of her comic and were chomping at the bit for some plastic representation of Ms. Marvel, this Legends figure will do the job very nicely. There is a surprisingly cute and non-pervy Bishoujo statue of Kamala coming from Kotobukiya later, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she got a Marvel Select at some point, but for now, go ahead and grab this one if you see it.
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Come on guys, do Gwenpool next
Good to see you everyone! Have fun until next week!
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