Lol imagine request i smut of the Aeon of destruction. 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂
Now I'm Very Neurodivergent so I can't tell if this is serious or not...
But I just need you all to know I'm an Actual Certified Freak so I would do this, if this is serious. I have very little rules (some just being no pedo shit or noncon) so.... Do with that what you will...
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Ok I’m back with more thoughts…. I ended up writing way more than I thought I was going to haha also why is it every time I actually write some stuff for this blog is fae or fae adjacent ?? pfft
Tw: voyerism, dubcon ?? Like at the start ?? Idk just to be safe, vague mention of rejection by other humans, mentions of feeling isolated, yall get jiggy with a water elemental
Ok, but imagine living by yourself, out in the wilds, away from the village full of people you turned you away. Do you get lonely sometimes ? Sure, but it’s better than being around those who don’t want you.
Most often you’re fine with it. You enjoy your own company, and spend your days in a comfort of your own making. But sometimes that ache arises. The one that yearns so desperately for warmth. To be held by another. To no longer feel alone….. when this happens you take a trip to the hot springs.
Slipping into the warm water, you bask in the heat - letting it seep into your tense muscles and ease that aching in your chest. Faint ribbons of steam dance in the silver light as you relax fully. You’ve been coming here for many moons now, and each time you leave feeling content.
Hands creeping downward, you gently brush the skin of your chest, stomach, thighs….before dipping further. The water already feels so good, why not add to the satisfaction you feel before it’s time to leave ?
Eyes closed, you feel the the pleasure from your fingers, and the warmth of the water - the way it’s gentle volume seems to craddle you, move against your legs, gentle lap at your throat.
With a soft moan you lazily lift you eyelids, only to be startled by the form of a man waist deep at the other side of the pool. Well not really a man. Although it takes on a humanoid shape, the figure across from you is completely formed from the hot springs water. You’d heard of creatures like this. Ancient magic so strong it took on a life of its own; through water, air, earth or fire.
There world around the two of you totally stills, waiting for someone to break the silence. It’s the water elemental who speaks first. Well, he doesn’t really speak, the sound of a babbling stream emerges from him, though you understand as if he were speaking in your own tongue.
A garble of flustered apologies tumble out. He hadn’t meant to watch you… but he couldn’t really not, seeing as he was the hot springs. He should have revealed himself when you first came to the pool, but you were so beautiful, he felt unable to manifest as anything other than a puddle. And the way your tension eased as you lay within the water…the way you seemed so much happier when you left… he couldn’t stand to take that from you.
After hearing all his rambling, only one thing hummed in your mind.
“You’re the reason I don’t feel alone.”
Although the elemental had no need to breath, you swore you saw him gasp softly, eyes filled with yearning as the water around you gently swirled.
Standing, you made your way towards him; parting the spring slowly with your hips as you came to stand before the curious being. Lifting a hand, you gently pressed your fingers against him. Sliding them up his chest as the water tension kept you from sinking in. With only a moments hesitation, you tentatively pressed your lips to his, cradling the warmth of his cheek and raising to your toes to press closer. The crash of an ocean wave filled your ears, what could only be a groan from this watery creature, as he pulled you’re naked body further against him.
Soon sweet moans filled the night. The elemental held you close, his touch at times almost human - strong arms around you, his mouth pressed to you neck - but the sudden morphing of sensations, into the caress of water you had grown familiar with, reminded you what held you was much more than a man. A gentle current seemed to spread you legs wider as you were filled over and over. First by a tender caress, the tide against a river’s edge in the mauve hours of evening. Then, growing, swelling, till you felt like a rocky cliff meeting the crashing waves of a storm. Despite the rhythm of waves rushing forth, you still felt safe, the warm water holding you, soothing you as it always had - only now the whispers of steam carried with them sweet words of worship.
With a final cry you pleasure reached its peak. The waves around you lulled, encircling you in a soft embrace. The spring had always been something that helped ease your loneliness, now running your fingers over the water elementals tenderly smiling face, you felt a lightness in you chest like nothing you’d known before.
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Im thinking about like slime romantic and sexual partners. Usually people make them viscous for like the trapped angle too or sinking into them.
What about like a water slime? You go to hug them and whoops they fell through, whoops they slipped out, oops they can't really help in the kitchen because they're so watery.
But you still want to show affection to your slippery companion, so you plug the bathtub and you put them in there and you hug by basically laying in them. Wouldn't that be a weird dynamic? You'd really have to keep the floors clean, and you probably couldn't have a carpet without a very shrunken partner.
You could put your partner in a cooler and that's how you go on dates. Get a big aquarium so they can sleep beside you or see at eye level. Maybe they can get like to half your size by concentrating but it would be hard. Could you dye your water slime partner? Would they like the feelings of different charms and textures you could mix into them? How would they stay clean? Just drop a very small soap tablet or squirt some handsoap into your partner?
These are the questions that keep me up past 2am.
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Monster and/or robot partner who keeps unintentionally jumpscaring you because they're deathly silent so you get them a bell collar.
Perhaps its fitting, perhaps its goofy, either way you know when they're around now.
The soft jingle at every minor movement, the consistent chime every time they walk up and embrace you, the rapid rattling as they fuck you or you fuck them.
Extra 01: They keep crushing the bell on accident and it stops making noise so you gotta get more bells.
Extra 02: They adapt to the tiny bell and're back to being deathly silent so now its been upgraded to a wholeass cowbell.
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