#plz sry this is long babbling

[lowetyde]

@theseasbelongtome​ :: continued from HERE.

marlowe had learned to find comfort in solitude. in fact, he basked in the feeling of emptiness that eternally encapsulated his pitiful frame. it was much preferred this way. merfolk were not creatures that craved companionship; they did not require one another’s soft touch or sweet words to thrive in the ocean’s algid belly. carnage was their vice. supple skin being torn from bone, shredded by the knife-points of merciless fangs. the sweet nectar that was hot blood settling atop the tongue before sliding down down down a welcoming throat. screams, cries, agony filling one’s ears whilst thick flesh filled the pit of their ever-hungry stomach. this was a merfolk’s only wanting. this was marlowe’s desperate need.

unceremoniously pushed to the outskirts of the lagoon, the small corner he called his had grown much too familiar in the last weeks. his true home, however, has been built in ianthe’s shadow, allowing it cover him like a warm blanket in the otherwise frigid waters. but the sovereign did not need him in the ways he did her, and she would periodically disappear on whatever whims pleased her. ianthe was perfect, forged with the strength of crushing waves and beauty of the ocean’s hypnotic tides. yet for whatever reason, she seemed to entertain marlowe’s constant accompaniment, allowing him to use her has a shield against all that posed a threat against the poor fellow. without her—having only on his own words and whit to get by—the merman often resorted to hiding from the cruelty that lived deep within never’s lagoon, curling into as tight a ball as he could, in the darkest corner of his stony shelf, wasting away until she returned to save him from his wallowing.

this time, though, she’d been gone too long. he’d have bothered to worry about her if not too preoccupied with his own state of being. the beautiful glow of his alabaster skin had faded to lackluster grey. once sparkling scales ( a mixture of blues and greens, similar to scattered seaglass ) dulled with each day, and his fins had begun to wrinkle like wilting petals. sharp ribs and hollowed cheekbones etched shadows into his skin, further accentuating the creature’s already feeble state. marlowe was truly weak and worthless, as nature had intended him to be. not even the shrimp feared his shadow when it passed.

marlowe knew his death was an imminent point in the future of neverland’s story, but so soon ? it felt disappointing. there was much he’d wished to do, so many he’d hoped to conquer. a silver-tongued pirate with misplaced confidence in their eyes. a young girl with hair like raging flames, playing homemaker with those once her enemy. a merfolk gilded in glory, her laughter like wind-chimes that floated along the waves and shredded his ears. he’d wanted their bones to rest beautifully below his, encasing his body in an ivory casket, but, alas, he stood no chance in challenging fate. if death was his destiny, the fellow would welcome it.

then, through the thick fog of despair, a single ray of light finally peeked through. a tremor ran through his spine at the familiar touch entangling itself in his mess of blonde curls. marlowe jolted upright, turning to see her for himself . . . to ensure it was not just some trick played by a dying mind. relief washed over him the moment his eyes of azure met hers of deep violet.     “ ianthe. “

the sweet solace that came with her presence was quickly pushed aside, though, as was her hand from his hair. his brows wrinkled and tone deepened, looking upon her incredulously.     “ where have you been ? have you any idea what’s gone on whilst you’ve been gallivanting across the seven seas ?! “

[itzbwmbi]

ﾉ featuring: f! reader x dom! childe.

ﾉ a/n: here's a thirst about our sweet childe. <3333 i love him sm i needed to make this asap. plz send reqs and thirsts. 👀

ﾉ warnings: f! reader, all is consent, unprotected/rough sex, creampie, praising, cervix fucking, mating press, mention of multiple rounds, reader's almost passing out oops!, overstimulation, not proofread sry babes im sleepy.

Childe could cum only by hearing you say you love him. Yeah just that.

Childe's soft, big hands are gropping your whole body desperately, letting them finally rest on your waist. His fierce thrusts make a great contrast to his sweet voice, which softly whispers in your ear that everything's gonna be alright, that you can take this and more because you've always been his pretty good girl. But his stamina is insatiable, and it's been hours since the first time he came inside you. His body is sweaty, and his tiredness doesn't make him stop. On the contrary, listening to your incoherent babble reenergizes him quite effectively.

When an "I love you, Ajax" escapes your lips between all the moans you're letting out, Childe can't help but rut into you even faster, lowering his hands to your thighs to stick them to your chest, reaching now even deeper spots than before. Each thrust makes the tip of his hard cock hit your cervix, making you shake and tremble under his figure. Tears and saliva rolling down to your chin, you're almost passing out. Your senses are clouded by pleasure and pain, overstimulation taking all your strength away.

Those words wander through Childe's mind making him completely lose his sanity. His hips bumps against yours one last time, releasing his warm seed with a long, loud angelic moan, finally collapsing next to you, heavy pants crashing against your wet lips, so close he could kiss you. But he needs to make sure first.

“Please tell me you meant it... Repeat it to me again, baby.”