#JADE

[auren-zagarra]

Hello, I hope you're doing fine ! English isn't my first language either, so I'm amazed by your writing talent ^^ May I resquest a GN Reader x Jade (but mostly centered on Jade point of vue), where our usually calm and composed eel tastes the sparkles of sexual pleasure for the first time ? Maybe merfolk mating is more about emotionnal connection and procreation than physical pleasure, but in human form it can be the three of them? I honnestly just wish to see Jade breaking free from his usual composure, and finally expressing himself without shame nor restrains ^^' (I hope it's not too specific) Please, have a nice day :)

stulta siren

Content Warning: Jade x GN!Reader, sex, primal kink (?), overstimulation, biting. MDNI.

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His composed and courteous visage began to soften beneath your touch, a porcelain mask yielding to warmth. He watched you with fascination as you drew him closer - like a sinner tempting fate, craving the taste of something forbidden cloaked in the illusion of a lover’s embrace. How have you managed this? To unmake Jade, to coax him into surrender, to reduce him - he, the ever-cynical observer - to yet another creature ensnared by longing, no different from the pitiable souls he once scorned for bartering away their very selves in pursuit of love? Perhaps this twin was not as untouchable as he fancied himself. For in truth, deep within the depths he rarely dared to explore, he would trade even his voice just to feel the certainty of your form in his arms. Such desire is no mere folly of humankind, but a curse borne by all living things.

But he had to remain composed and measured. How would any student react upon witnessing him unravel so shamelessly in your presence? His smile, that finely-honed mask of civility - his most potent weapon - faltered, just barely, as your whispered endearments brushed against his ear like a lover’s incantation. And his body, a traitorous little thing, moved toward you of its own accord. Yet this was no ordinary response, no instinctive answer to the call of mermen seeking union for the sake of lineage or closeness. No, this was something far more ruinous. It was as though his very flesh had been set alight, scorched by the slow-burning inferno that was your love. He felt himself consumed, not with duty, but with desperate want, lost in the searing, intimate abyss of desire. And you… you cradled his face with such unbearable gentleness, pressing soft kisses to his skin like blessings he was never meant to receive. Oh, how Jade yearned, to the very marrow of his being, to taste this new kind of madness with you.

His face rested against the hollow of your bare neck, breath hot and unsteady, while Jade’s hands slipped beneath the fabric of your blouse like a tide rising to claim the shore. Then came the bite, sharp and possessive, a primal gesture born from something that stirred within him the beast that slumbered beneath civility. It was not pain he wished to inflict, though pain it brought; it was hunger, a need to claim, not to harm. But you understood. You always had. The sting beneath his teeth was his way of showing devotion, a visceral display of the intimacy he could not name aloud. And so you squirmed beneath him, gasping softly as your fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him back to that secret place on your throat where his mouth had first branded you. The world beyond his room blurred into nothingness. Clothes vanished, flung into shadows like fallen petals - irrelevant, forgotten. What mattered now was not modesty, nor fear, nor consequence. What mattered was the nearness - the unbearable, blessed proximity of skin to skin, soul to soul. And as you stood bared before your lover, stripped of all pretenses, your only wish was to surrender to the inevitable gravity of the moment… to feel that sacred, trembling connection bloom between your bodies.

And so his fingers wandered, gliding along the length of your thighs like a composer caressing the keys of a long-forgotten piano, coaxing forth a symphony of lust and longing, of sin laced with a strange, aching mercy. Each touch drew you further from reason, until he reached that sacred place: the center of your trembling desire, where pleasure dissolved thought and your voice rose in a breathless cry, shaped only by the syllables of his name. You were no siren, and yet… at times, he doubted that truth. How could a creature of mere flesh and blood so effortlessly dismantle him? Strip him of every layer of decorum, every cold-blooded instinct, until all that remained was a man undone - desperate not for dominance, but for the chance to worship?

To please you. To feel you. To consume you.

Ah, forgive him, sweet love - for this Leech could bear it no longer. With trembling hands, he undid the buckle of his belt, the sound quiet but resounding, like the opening of some sacred gate. He lowered himself between your legs like a pilgrim at the altar, his breath shallow, his eyes dark and unblinking. And then, he entered the ocean of you, a depth so intoxicating, so infinite… he knew, with terrible certainty, that he would never surface again.

His hips met yours in a cadence, a solemn rhythm that would bring him to his ruin. And in that trembling union, Jade came to know the truth that once eluded his cold and curious mind: why mankind, frail and ever-fleeting, bowed so easily to the altar of desire. Your voice - drenched in ecstasy, fragmented into moans and broken syllables of his name - rose like incense into the night air, and with it, you unmade him. In the clasp of your limbs and the heat of your breath, he was no longer the careful, calculating creature of the sea, but something far more human… Ah, so this was the price of tasting the forbidden fruit. For once it touches the tongue, the soul forgets hunger and remembers only craving.

And you - you were that fruit. That cursed sweetness. The snake that enchanted him. His downfall. His divine affliction.

He held your thighs with the desperation of a drowning man clutching driftwood, his hands trembling not with fear, but with devotion. And as he moved within you, again and again, the world dissolved - time fractured, and nothing remained but the wet heat of your union and the cruel, holy rhythm of flesh against flesh. Each thrust was a prayer, each gasp, a psalm, each collision, a promise to never return from the abyss you’d led him into. And still, the bed cried out against the wall - a hollow percussion - echoing the madness rising in his chest. Your form beneath him, haloed by moonlight and marred by shadows, was a vision too exquisite for this world. He gazed down at you, lips parted, as though beholding a relic too sacred to touch. Then, slowly, he bowed his head to your chest - to mark once again who you belonged to.

That wicked smile - sharp as a blade, cruel as temptation - had felled many before you. Yet for you, it did not frighten; it thrilled. It summoned the darkness within your own decaying heart, made it beat harder, faster, as if answering a call of love. And so, entwined in that carnal rite - an offering upon the altar of Asmodeus - you reached your peak. The climax tore through you like a divine curse, your lips bitten red, hips stuttering against the flesh that had so thoroughly undone you. A wicked act, yes, but holy in its own blasphemous way. Yet Jade… ah, Jade was not finished.

Though his body had spilled the sacred essence of life deep within you - warm and heavy - there was no peace in him yet. For how could a creature as inquisitive as he, ever content himself with a single taste of sin? No… no, one round was the prologue to a far deeper descent. He needed more. He needed all of you. You had awakened something untamed in him - a wildness not born of blood or sea, but of want. And now, beneath the flickering candlelight, you were to be his guide. His tutor in pleasures long buried beneath silk smiles and cold calculation. And you, poor, beautiful thing, you did not yet know what price would be paid for such indulgence. For by the time the sun bled over the horizon, its pale light slipping through half-closed curtains, you would no longer be the composed soul who once whispered his name in pride. No, you would be a trembling relic of devotion - lips parted in dazed praise, limbs weak, voice hoarse with gasped confessions of adoration.

A mess.

And Jade… he would only smile again, ready to begin once more.

[pinkniz]

OG Raiden has a special place in my heart bc of how weird he was sometimes

[jula483]

(x)

[trunswicked]

The Good Brother

[digitalshroud]

I got both floyd and jades merform cards teehee

[lallyloo]

[x]

[somthing-lavender]

[olxwxa]

JADE THIRLWALL via Instagram (June 12th, 2025)

[rogerdeakinsdp]

American Graffiti (1973) dir. George Lucas Scarface (1983) dir. Brian De Palma Barb Wire (1996) dir. David Hogan The Devil Wears Prada (2006) dir. David Frankel Lady Gaga - Alejandro (2010) - Official Music Video Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig JADE - IT girl (2025) - Official Visualiser

[narisawr]

🍎 (part 2)

[chinoiseriene]

Carved green jade vase with coral flowers. China, 20th century.

Carved dark jade vase with coral branches. China, 19th century.

Carved prasiolite (green quartz) vase with coral branches. China, 20th century.

Gemstone carving is one of China's most ancient and important art forms. It is a craft steeped in history and tradition, continually reflecting the philosophy and culture of the Chinese people.

By traditional Chinese definition, hardstones are divided into two categories: jade, either jadeite or nephrite, and all other precious and semi-precious stones. Jade is considered the most esteemed gem of all and associated with many desirable qualities in humans.

[jula483]

AWWW

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[h0use-fly]

i’m back with art to share

[calware-png]

the schwarzschild metric

[marigoldendragon]

Sand time sand time!

Shout out to @fidenciocryptidcreechur for showing me that one picture of eels buried in the sand and inspired me :D