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𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀🥀 ([personal profile] beheaded) wrote2023-06-18 06:46 pm
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LEAVE A TEXT/VOICEMAIL!
it doesn't even need to actually be a continuation of tfln! leave a starter!
idc just pay attention to me!!!
readytosqueeze: natori_130 @ twt (m60)

[personal profile] readytosqueeze 2024-07-20 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's always a funny thing to him when they hug. when they kiss. that he has to sort of bend slightly in some way in order to make it as comfortable as possible for them both. but therein lies one of the more interesting things--- that both have to adjust. they have to meet each other halfway. if there's anything floyd knows it's recognizing what is and isn't fair in front of him. he's not going to let riddle have everything he wants, nor does he expect it from the little red rose.

both eyebrows rise upon the feeling of teeth against his bottom lip and he feels a swelling of pride in his chest. he's positive there's no where in any of those books of his that says anything about utilizing those pearly whites to show affection in any form. that would be crass! unbecoming! so it's all baby steps from here on out and riddle knows what floyd likes, and he's just... ooh, so thrilled. it sends a chill down his spine. ]


Here, lemme help ya out...

[ hands cover riddle's, rest on top of them, help him sneak each button out from its hole. does it really help or hurt to rush? the longer they take, the longer they can kiss. but the faster they do will help reveal floyd's upper body, with all the definition and length that he has. ]

... curious hands might get ya in trouble~
readytosqueeze: kaziki_ssk @ twt (m53)

[personal profile] readytosqueeze 2024-08-14 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ they don't just use their teeth, but their entire body. the entire length of an eel is fair game for anyone who is willing to get up close and personal. if that includes a curious little goldfishie, then that means he'll be more than willing to allow him in his space--- and not just for the most gentle of chompings. blood in the water attracts predators of all kinds but he knows that riddle wouldn't allow anyone else to get near.

despite his excitement and the thrill that causes color to warm his cheeks, floyd's hands are steady. they do everything except pull the damn clothes off, knowing he needs to show some kind of restraint--- let riddle be the one who takes charge. it's like opening presents on a holiday for an eager child, except what he finds beneath floyd's clothes are muscle and flesh, no sign of gills or fins, but a long and firm build that practically emulates the kind of form he'd take if he forgot to have the correct potions on hand. ]


Guess ya can't break rules that aren't written yet. [ he snickers, rolling his hips into riddle's hands. ] Or do ya wanna make some just so ya can do just that?~

[ floyd's eyes are laser focused on the smaller housewarden's as he finally gets to the last button, carefully pulling everything off as he leads them both toward the tub. ]
readytosqueeze: (eeeeeee)

[personal profile] readytosqueeze 2024-08-25 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ yes, sometimes his eagerness gets the best of him. clothes have been torn, zippers ruined, and buttons lost when he's at the start of a particular kind of feeding frenzy. this time he's more or less patient, letting riddle take care of him in a way that no other has been allowed to. he is a radiant gem, a precious ruby embedded in a preserved statue beneath the salty waves of the sea, and something he would be loathe to lose. so with that in mind, floyd can keep his fingers from being too quick for his thoughts for once. just this once. no promises in the future.

it's being this bathroom that makes him feel... not so much awkward, but he doesn't particularly care for the aesthetic. funny how being part of a specific dorm changes his affinity towards certain colors and styles, but the reality is that octavinelle has been practically perfect for him. which is to say that it doesn't mean he dislikes the red and whites, the repeated imagery of the queen in the symbols and the motifs that decorate the bathroom. he can appreciate it when this is riddle's preferred place, but it's only because he's with riddle that he does. anyone else would get the silent and ignored treatment for sure.

once riddle is done leading them both to the bath, the first thing he catches is the scent of that water. floral, not overpoweringly sweet, and carries hints of what he could get when he presses his nose against riddle's skin on occasion. it's pleasant. does he think he's a perfect match for it? probably not, but.... that's okay. he prefers the salt, the warm ocean breeze, but this is good. he will enjoy it.

his pants are easily removed and he is left nude--- in the bare. and as he steps into follow, there's something that floyd has forgotten. it didn't seem that important before but right now, it feels very relevant. especially as he slides into the water on the opposite side of the tub, letting him face riddle with a grin that spreads across his face like melted butter. ]


Heh. Feels like we should've been doin' this more often.

[ floyd laughs languidly, completely ignorant of the fact that the sides of his head are beginning to pale. slowly but surely. the traces and ridges of fins starting to make themselves known. ]
readytosqueeze: mo_twst08 @ twt (m8)

lets f*cking gooooo

[personal profile] readytosqueeze 2024-12-22 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ wow... next time he'll make riddle look at him! he's not doing that just for fun; without garnering a reaction, what's the point! riddle should be modestly drooling over him, over how lean and stacked floyd happens to be at the same time: the benefit of being an eel merman whose muscles end up being most of his entire body. that the time spent playing basketball, dancing, fighting his brother, squeezing the hell out of unruly guests at the lounge, squeezing and/or losing to azul... the number of things he does that ends up with him having the kind of musculature that is practically perfect is insane! just like him. he has to be a little crazy to be at nrc. that's the hard prerequisite.

but once riddle's in between him, he has no choice but to stare. to gawk. the tingling sensation of his body changing, reverting to its usual form is... different in this particular circumstance. in a way it's like an effortless strip tease. he doesn't have to do anything, no peeling or bending or rippling or tearing. it's just him beginning to show his normal state. the one that he was born with. as he looks down at his bent knees, he realizes that riddle being in between them might be a problem at some point? not quite yet. they haven't started to fuse. but his hands are beginning to show those claws and the webbing in between, and he sticks his lengthening tongue out at riddle in response to his questions. ]


Dunno. Probably a week or so ago. It was really bitter that time so I thought it was gonna last longer.

[ floyd is clearly wrong. still, looking at how worried riddle looks does instill a new emotion all together. is floyd now concerned? that when he looks back into those eyes, it's his own glowing one that raises with an arch. ]

What? I'm gonna be fiiiiiiiine. If anything, it feels real good. Probably one of the reasons why you don't normally see it happenin' around here.

[ there are only three mermen and if they ever do lapse in taking care of their potion needs, it doesn't happen in the open. that there is a lot that ends up being revealed: after all, they end up nude. nothing showing externally but the changes themselves...

well. riddle will find out.

he reaches up and strokes his little rose's head, pushing back a few of the more upset looking strands out of the way. ]


Just relax. If ya want, feel around. I'm not gonna stop a curious goldfishie from swimmin' around the unknown.
readytosqueeze: itinukepi @ twt (itinukepi 03)

[personal profile] readytosqueeze 2024-12-25 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a tingling sensation begins to grow from the top of his head down to his now fusing legs, where he naturally draws them in together so that they can start to do their thing. where toes and ankles and strong calf muscles used to be is now one long, lengthy tailfin that immediately begins to wave up and down. it's like slipping into a second skin--- his lungs still filling with the air that he needs, only in a completely different way. yet the best part about his particular magic potion is that he can still breathe without submerging his gills beneath the water: a safety measure for times where they are just simply beached and cannot get to safety. an effect that doesn't wear off for hours and hours past reverting to his mer-eel form. ]

Kissin'? [ a teal eyebrow raises before he cheerfully laughs, stroking across riddle's cheek as his hand finally makes its way to the boy's side. ] That how you wanna check up on me? I'm breathin' just fiiiiine. Wanna see?

[ he's quick to use that other hand to pull riddle down, lengthening tongue dragging up from riddle's chin up to his forehead. his eyes glitter with some kind of predatory mischievousness. oh, how he's so lucky to have his dinner right here! right in his lap, where his strong lower half now sticks out somewhat from the tub. a familiar stirring somewhere below his waist begins to cause the skin to part, the most subtle of movements making scales shimmer a little differently compared to the rest of him.

but riddle probably will notice that later. for now? all floyd wants to do is see how much of his tongue he can brutally stuff down his lover's throat. not to choke him, but to explore... this is a different sensation all together. normally he's limited to that silly human shape's biology, where it's held back by the tiniest string of flesh.

how deep can he go... just until the point of discomfort, where he'll know when to stop. ]
readytosqueeze: k_mgn0 @ twt (k_mgn0 04)

[personal profile] readytosqueeze 2025-01-04 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's nothing that floyd loves more than having riddle rosehearts in his clutches like this. drag him into temptation, grab his hand and lead him towards the darkest corners of the frigid sea where only he can keep him safe. give him warmth. just enough so that he wants more and more of it, yearns for the touch that only floyd can give him. it could be sadistic for him to do this but in the end it's a game! it's all a way for them to distract, enjoy one another... maybe that's why he doesn't break riddle right here and now. he has the opportunity to, with him swallowing down his tongue and the saliva that comes with it. would it surprise riddle to know how clean his mouth might taste? not quite sweet but not meaty, perhaps a touch of salt from the sea. every suck, every mewl, emboldens those predatory instincts. he can't fully wrap himself around riddle, not in the tub, but... he'll smother him in other ways. dangerous, loving ones.

the more time they spend with each other, the more they've come to adapt to one another. it's why floyd is excited now, that riddle is so good at taking his tongue like this? sucking it, finding the proper way to breathe around it, placing his hands where they should be. where they deserve to be. if floyd is driving riddle wild, it only makes sense that it's happening the other way around as well. a friend to play with. a lover to be with. wasn't it riddle that said he would want to make floyd crazy for him? it's clearly worked.

is riddle fully aware of how strong the eel can be? that when he withdraws his tongue and gives riddle yet another long lick, he's not doing it for any reason but to give riddle something else to play with. something else he can get his lips around, his tongue to touch. that floyd can practically hoist riddle up and turn him 180, flip him so that he's no longer facing him and now face level with that puffed, slowly splitting skin. if riddle's ever wanted to become more familiar with a mer-eel's anatomy, this would be the time, whether he's cognizant of it or not. that saliva of his has probably done the trick. ]


Don't wanna leave your mouth alone for too long, goldfishie. If I gotta persuade you...

[ which floyd doesn't feel like he needs to, but. that long tongue of his? it's finding its way into that crack, broad tip flicking over riddle's back passage over and over again, dipping into that muscle but not quite penetrating it. not yet. ]