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captainmullin · 3 months ago

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would seofon + comfort be okay for the event? if you want a suggestion for why the reader needs comforting, i was thinking dysphoria (it's been rough lately as a trans guy oops), but please feel free to do whatever you're comfortable with!!

ANON I FEEL THAT ONE. as a nonbinary person I also experience a lot of dysphoria around the idea of ‘not being masculine enough’ or other societal norms that we’re presented with as trans people. Know that you are enough and that there are people who care for you - every little bit of it! I hope this helps <3

November One-Word Prompts: Seofon + Comfort

"Captainnnn...!" Seofon's voice rang out across the deck of the Grandcypher, a lighthearted tone to his voice. "C'mon out, I have a surprise!"

You groaned, a migraine beginning to form in the back of your head. You were hidden away in your room, and yet Seofon’s voice rang loud and clear throughout the entire ship. You could barely lift your head - your entire body felt like lead, a sinking anchor attached to the sea floor (your bed). You blinked a few times, groggy from sleep - how long were you asleep? - and could barely make out a dying light in the window. Oh. It’s nearly sunset.

“Captain? (Name)? I haven’t seen you in two weeks!” Seofon continued to call out, his voice getting closer and closer to your room. Sitting up, you realize that… it’s a bit of a mess. You had wore the same hoodie for a few days now, and your hair was growing long again. Damn. He probably won’t come back over if he sees me like this… I better find a way for him to go home…

Lethargic, you pulled yourself out of bed and managed to make your way to your bedroom door - and, surprise surprise, Seofon was already outside. He knocked a couple of times, but did not let himself in. You could feel his excitement through the door, but you couldn’t find yourself matching his enthusiasm. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to make yourself look decent. Hopefully he doesn’t say anything. Steeling your resolve, you reached to open the door, but Seofon had decided to let himself in at that point.

“Woah! You look a little tired, Captain.” Seofon said, worming his way past the barely-open door and further into your room. You winced and pulled your hoodie closer to your chest. You then noticed a box that the Eternal was holding - and as soon as you did, Seofon hid it behind his back.

“Ah, no peeking, okay?” He grinned and found a place to set down the box: “Why don’t we talk first? C’mere, sit down with me.”

Seofon took off his cloak and sat down on your unmade bed, much to your chagrin. How is he handling this so well? I’m clearly not feeling well, and yet… your thoughts continued to trail off, anxiety causing your mind to spiral. Your chest felt tight; your skin uncomfortable. Why can’t I be more like him, unbothered by everything? Why can’t I just-

“(Name)? (Name), look at me,” Seofon was suddenly close to you - almost too close, and when you opened your eyes, you realized you were crying. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. Keep looking at me.”

It was weird, Seofon being so serious, but it helped. His presence in general helped, but you would rather die than tell him that. Seofon leaned over you slightly, but didn’t touch you. Your hands were shaking; tears streamed down your face now as the all-too-familiar feeling of dysphoria hit you; your skin burning and unsteady breath giving you away.

“Here, here, let’s go sit down, yeah?” Seofon’s voice was calm, if a little distant. Numbly, you nod, and let him lead you over to sit down on the bed. He sat next to you, cautious. “…Do you want to talk about it? We don’t have to, if you’re uncomfortable, but-“

“I-“ You hiccuped, and wiped away your tears: “I, um, it’s a little silly. I… never feel like I belong. As a guy.”

“What?” Seofon looked taken aback for a moment, but quickly found his composure, “Did someone tell you that? I’ll go find them right now, I swear-“

“Seofon, no. No, it’s just. Me.” You mumbled, tucking yourself further inward, “Like I said, it’s silly.”

“Oh.”

It was quiet then, but not awkward. Seofon adjusted, tapping his knee against yours, but made no other movement. You closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm down - once you did, you opened your eyes to find Seofon watching you closely.

“Is this why I haven’t seen you?”

“Um, yeah… I’m sorry.”

“No apologies are needed!” Seofon said quickly, “That is, it’s okay. Our minds like to play tricks on us. You can’t do much about it, buuut…” he trailed off, and smiled: “For what it’s worth, you’re a damn good captain, no matter how manly you are.”

You laughed a little, running a hand through your hair: “Even if I don’t look like it?”

“Psh, who cares about that? If people judge you by how you look, they shouldn’t be near you at all!” Seofon replied easily, nudging you again, but more playful this time. You nodded, feeling a bit better.

“Thanks, Seofon. Oh, your gift! What is it?” Your eyes lit up at the thought of a surprise, and Seofon couldn’t help but smirk.

“Hm… maybe I should give it to you later, after we’ve cleaned up a bit.”

“Fiiiine…” you pouted, but stood up to start cleaning your room. Maybe Seofon being here helped… just a little bit.

Not that you would tell him.

#gbf #granblue fantasy #gbf seofon #gbf siete #《 anonymous 》#feel better anon!#siete enjoyers I hope I did him justice

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kitten4sannie · 2 years ago

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i’m sorryyyyy i had to do it 😭😭 bc he loves his captainnnn 💕 not you wanting to become a warlord just for your own hongjoong 💀 ahhh yes that means the world coming from a fellow piss kink enthusiast shshgd not the revolution bestie 😭 thank youuu <3

18 - ꜰᴇᴍᴅᴏᴍ - ʜᴏɴɢᴊᴏᴏɴɢ

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pairing: lieutenant! hongjoong x captain! reader (fem)

genre: medieval?? au, zombies…?, horror, angst, smut

summary: being the captain on the losing side of a war is a tough pill to swallow. good thing your lieutenant is there to provide some much needed support.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: *possibly triggering content* depictions of violence, lots of cursing, sub! hongjoong, dom! reader, femdom, name calling, degradation, piss drinking (consider skipping this part if it makes you uncomfy <3), oral (receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: well, well, well how the turntables ... lol also i’m back with another dark, kinda gritty one heheh 🖤

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Inside a tent fit for a captain, you stared down at the mess of papers and pins formulating the countless battle formations you created, a strong sense of impending doom clawing at the back of your spinning mind. The Parasite War had started off in your fortune, as your army was able to hold their ground in battle, consistently overwhelming enemy camps in the blink of an eye, leaving a sea of blood and destruction in your wake, with little blowback on your end. You were on a high for quite a while, drinking and celebrating with your men and personal council night after night, toasting to the supposed guaranteed safety and future of your homeland.

However, after about a year into the war, things began to change drastically. Your men, the ones who were lucky enough to return from battle, or perhaps unlucky due to having to live another night in hell, would come back with some of their extremities missing, their tongues ripped out, and chunks of their flesh torn completely off. You’ve never seen anything like it. Such unadulterated bloodlust. Pure savagery. Could the same soldiers you had been fighting previously given into some kind of deep, animalistic behavior? You tried to coax the truth out of some of the ones that returned, only for them to remain mute, the only thing revealing the true terror they faced being their eyes, always hollow and devoid of life, like they had their souls stolen from them, but not the bodies they were inhabiting.

At least, not yet.

One night, you found out what happened to them firsthand. Sitting in the cafeteria tent, a few of the once living individuals that came back from a fight who were simply enjoying their dinner and ale, suddenly expelled all the dark, viscous blood they usually kept inside, unable to keep it from spilling out of their orifices. They couldn’t stop until they completely emptied their insides, eventually falling to the ground, only to stand back up, one by one, reaching for anything nearby with a pulse, and tearing into their flesh with reckless abandon. You and your council determined that the enemy leader must’ve made a pact with some kind of otherworldly entity, allowing them to raise their men back from the dead and infect others, over and over again, to their liking. How were you expected to fight against something like that? Was your fate sealed? Had it always been? Perhaps the sand inside the hourglass of time had simply begun to run out, leaving you with little to work with.

“Captain,” a stern voice called out from behind you, though there was a discernible fondness just underneath the surface.

“Lieutenant,” you returned almost robotically, your hands resting on the table below you, hunched over slightly, your tired eyes still scanning the useless information, as if you could magically trade in the cards life dealt you. “How’s it looking out there?”

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, idly pulling at the leather strings attached to his stiff black suede vest, glancing down at his scuffed leather boots, the tips caked with dried mud. “We’ve had more men flee. The rest of the council left as well…They’ve taken rations and weapons, leaving us with supplies that will last for a few weeks, at the most.”

You wondered why Hongjoong didn’t run himself. Perhaps he simply felt the same way you did. If you tried to escape, you would only be prolonging the inevitable, just extending your nightmarish reality for a little longer, until it was finally time to face the music.

You gripped the edge of the table, your blunt nails digging into the dark wood so tightly, it almost chipped underneath the pressure. “How many men do we have left?” you questioned, knowing the unquenchable fury and trepidation you felt was slowly spreading its venom throughout the labyrinth of your crumbling psyche, only one utterance of bad news away from letting it spill out of you and consume everything in its path.

Hongjoong glanced off to the side with his uncovered eye, gazing into the small crackling fireplace that was positioned across from your large bed, which was covered in more papers, books, and heavy fur blankets. “A…a little less than 30 men left, Captain.”

Letting out an almost inhuman growl of frustration, you dragged your hand from one end of the long table to the other side, sweeping everything off of it, sending papers, various tools for mapping, and open books into the air and down onto the mat flooring below. “Son of a fucking bitch,” you cursed, spit flying out of your mouth, searching blindly for something else to take your anger out on. The bottles of ale sitting on your lounge table were targeted next, each hitting the overtly thick walls of the tent with a loud crash, leaving wet patches behind, the fizzy liquid dripping down along the patchwork. “Goddamn undead motherfuckers killing my men? Mine?” you asked no one, grabbing onto a heavy candle holder and chucking it across the room, not even noticing that Hongjoong had to duck just in time to not lose his other eye. “I’ll tear you apart if I ever get my hands on you, you demonic fuck! You fucking cunt, I’ll chew you up and spit you out myself!” Though you shouted it with your entire chest, your vocal cords almost fried from the single threat, you knew your enemy wouldn’t hear you from whenever their undead army resided.

Preventing you from throwing a lantern filled with kerosene, Hongjoong ran up to you and grabbed onto one of your wrists, his eyebrows drawn. “Captain, please…How can we win if you aren’t able to think clearly?

“It’s already too late, can’t you see? We have nothing left! I have nothing left. I…have nothing left to give,” you admitted, your spirit and ego barely hanging on by a single thread. You eventually loosened your grip on the lantern, Hongjoong slowly prying it from you to set it down on the vacant desk.

“That’s because you’re always giving, Captain. After all these years, giving, giving, giving, it’s all you do. Your time, your resources, your sanity…” his voice trailed off, taking a small step towards you, even closer than before, his fingers brushing over a deep scar that ran across your forearm. “Your life…” Hongjoong clutched your arm, leaning in, so that you were face to face. “Don’t you feel like it’s your turn to take?”

“What…are you suggesting, Lieutenant Kim?” you asked with gritted teeth, temporarily distracted by his words, hardly able to focus on your unbridled rage.

“Captain, listen, you can use me, okay? Use me and take all your frustration out on me.”

“Use…you…” you murmured back, your hand slowly resting against the cold mahogany table, a glaze slowly forming over your eyes. You could feel yourself slipping away, your rage turning into something else. You needed to fuck someone into oblivion. Make them yours. Dirty them with your essence. See them cry. Take everything they had and only give pleasure to yourself. And that someone was Hongjoong.

“I'm your fucktoy,” he uttered, beginning to unbuckle the straps on his vest, suddenly unable to breathe properly from witnessing the dark look in your eyes. “Please, use me to your heart’s content, Captain.”

Something inside you snapped completely into place, your blood-shot eyes locking on Hongjoong’s half-closed ones. It was starting to make sense why your Lieutenant always seemed to linger in the conference room for a too long after you began to talk to your corporal. Why he had such an undying loyalty to you. Why he always said he was yours to use however you saw fit. You’ve been through many boundary-crossing situations together throughout the years, so what’s another one during your last days?

"Mouth. Open." Chugging down one of the remaining bottles of ale that survived your attack, you smacked Hongjoong's already-red cheek, standing above him with your back leaned against the strategy table, peering down at your Lieutenant on his knees before you, his small hands settled on your bare hips. "You're going to drink every last drop. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Captain," he sighed out, positioning his face near your dripping mound, the tip of his exposed cock already red and shiny with pre-cum. "Please, give it to me."

"You're a filthy fucking whore, you know that?" you mentioned, in between gulps, wiping your mouth and tossing the bottle across the room, only for it to smash into pieces. "It's quite possibly the last night of our lives and yet here you are, on your knees for your captain, about to drink down her piss with that fucked-out look on your face."

Hongjoong moaned at your venom-filled words, bringing his lips up to your cunt to give it a few kitten-licks, gazing up at you with half-closed eyes. "With all due respect, Captain, I believe I have my priorities straight." Pushing his hand onto your lower stomach, he gasped sharply when you grabbed him by his shaggy hair, holding it tightly by his scalp. "Please, Captain. I need it."

"Here it comes, you nasty slut," you sighed, a familiar warmth filling your lower half, a steady stream of liquid beginning to pour out of you, a few droplets landing on Hongjoong's chest, before he latched onto your cunt, drinking down what you offered him in gulps. "God, just fucking look at you. You're so fucking filthy..."

Breathing heavily, drunk off of how you were defiling him, Hongjoong lapped at your pussy, tasting some of the salty liquid, until it was replaced by your slick, going after your swollen clit to give you pleasure. "Just for you, Captain," he informed in between quick swipes of his small tongue, his eyes never leaving yours.

You held his head against your pulsing cunt, barely able to breathe as well after what you just witnessed your most trusted ally do for you, feeling like you might cum quicker than you ever had before. "Are you going to drink my cum too, Lieutenant? Huh? You're going to take everything I offer you?"

"Of course, Captain," he nodded slightly, just as his glistening lips closed around your clit, sucking on it with varying amounts of pressure, making your head start to feel fuzzy. He kept going until the sounds you began to let out resembled those of a delicate, submissive woman, instead of a seasoned, stone-faced warlord.

Crying out in pure bliss, you pushed Hongjoong's head back just enough to watch as your arousal spilled out and painted his flushed face. "Fuck, that felt good..." Though your desire to use your lieutenant was still as strong as ever, encouraging you to grab him by the arm and lead him over to your bed, tossing him onto it. "Did you ever think the day would come when your captain would offer her pretty cunt to you as a gift?"

"N-no, Captain. Never." Hongjoong wiped your essence from his face and swiped his tongue across his fingers, savoring your taste the best he could, knowing it'd probably be the last time he could. "I've never been happier than in this moment."

Positioning yourself onto his throbbing length, you reached back to give his balls a harsh slap, hearing him moan wantonly in response. "Don't say something so mushy before I fuck myself on your cock, Lieutenant. It's going to make me sick."

"My apologies, Captain. Now please, take me..." Hongjoong ran his calloused hands up his chest, rubbing his nipples in tight circles, watching closely as your cunt stretched around the tip of his cock, unable to keep from gasping when you dropped your weight down on him. He was ready to cum just from being inside you, his one and only, his precious captain. "Be rough with me, please! Fuck me hard, Captain!"

"Yeah, of course you want it rough, you fucking whore," you chuckled to yourself, in between bounces, guiding your hips up and down in a way that ensured your pleasure before Hongjoong's, though he was just happy to be there. "You love that I'm using you, even while death is knocking on our door, huh? You want me to milk your pathetic cock dry before those undead cocksuckers tear us to shreds? Huh? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's what I want, Captain...!" Hongjoong squeezed and tugged at his pebbled buds, drool starting to leak from his mouth, emitting short, whiny moans everything you slammed your hips down into his, your combined arousal squelching lewdly with every rough movement. "Please, Captain, please cum for me! Cum all over me and make me yours..."

You laid your sweaty body on top of his, sinking your teeth into his neck to leave a deep bite mark, sucking on the sensitive skin afterwards, reveling in his loud, desperate moans. "You'll always be mine, Lieutenant, even after this...wherever we end up, I'll be there to show you who you belong to..." you whispered into his ear, panting heavily into it, clutching his jaw and rubbing it with your thumb. Just as you heard an unsettling scream coming from somewhere in the distance, your throbbing cunt clenched around Hongjoong's cock, your arousal beginning to soak between his inner thighs and the blanket underneath.

"Yes, Captain, I'm yours," Hongjoong whispered back, his voice broken and barely audible, wrapping his arms around your neck to hold you impossibly close. His body trembled, and he began to cry, his seed slowly shooting out and coating your inner walls.

After you both recovered, your lust and anger drifted away, slowly being replaced with a somberness neither of you wanted to speak about. The screams outside grew louder and the distinct smell of blood began to drift through the cold night air. Hongjoong remained still, running his fingers over the stinging bite you left on his neck, admiring the soft curves and edges of your nude body from behind. Though he should've been sobbing and clinging to you for support, not wanting to admit that he didn't want to die so soon and leave you, he simply enjoyed what he had and accepted what would happen sooner than later.

You sat on the edge of the bed, puffing on your tobacco pipe for the last time, wondering if you could've done anything to change the fate of your men, your homeland, and your loyal lieutenant who still remained.

Hongjoong reached his hand out, though you were too far away for him to touch. "Captain?"

You craned your head back to glance at Hongjoong, speaking in a voice that he never heard from you. Fragile. Withdrawn. Not a single ounce of hope left. “Yes, Lieutenant?”

He sat up in the bed, holding his hand over his still-beating heart, replying, “Even when there's nothing left except for soot and ash, and blood, I’ll still be here…at your side.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of yelling and metal clanging together, knowing it was growing louder and louder. You took a long hit from your pipe, knowing your men would slowly be picked off one by until there was silence, and that then it would finally be your turn.

Hongjoong moved the blanket aside and pushed himself to the edge of the bed to sit beside you, placing a warm hand on your bare shoulder. “Captain, did you–”

“You’ll stay by my side?” You turned your head to face Hongjoong, pain etched into your weathered features.

“Yes, Captain…” he responded wholeheartedly, an unquenchable fire still present inside his amber eyes.

“Why is that, Lieutenant? Why don’t you run while you still can?” You leaned in towards him, pressing your lips to his jaw, whispering in a somber tone, "Why stay in a sinking ship with its vanquished Captain?”

Hongjoong reached over to place a hand over yours, his fingers running across your knuckles, before he brought it up to his lips to place a kiss onto your warm skin. “What’s a sinking ship without its Lieutenant?”

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