#AND I ALMOST FORGOT THE LITTLE FIN ON HIS TAIL.

[malachite834]

Sweater season has begun to make its triumphant return

[thedarkestrivernymph]

Yandere!Sea Monster x nymph!reader

warning: mention of kidnapping, deceiving, very obsessive

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Y!Monster that's unsightly, something grotesque and large, inhuman and daunting with long slender claws growing out from boney fingers, with a massive upper body, that's surprisingly lean, with long tendrils, odd shapes, fins and a thick, girthy tail adorning his lower half. That aimlessly swats around in the water until one day his eye catches you–the prettiest nymph he’s ever seen, with your big doe eyes, bright smile and doughy thighs.

Y!Monster that gawks at you from beneath the waters, shamelessly, slithering in the deep almost restlessly as he tries to figure out how to approach such a delicate little thing, without frightening her.

Y!Monster who one day, peeks up from beneath the waters, catching you alone without your sisters, ever so slowly approaches you, in order to not scare you away, who speaks surprisingly with a dark and somber tone. “Pretty nymph–stay, please, don't be intimidated by the foreign, for I simply find myself intrigued by the lives of the land dwellers.” His chest vibrates wich each word so enticing and tantalizing, that you almost forgot to fear.

Y!Monster who from then on regularly has small chats with you–oddly enough only when you're alone. You're a docile little thing, the youngest out of your sisters, bearing no evil within you, nothing to find suspicious of the ancient creature, who only ever shows you his face and slender fingers, who barely talks about himself, and listens to the mundane stories of your life. Truly what was weird about that?

So you don't question it when Y!Monster one day swims just a tad bit closer to you, fingers grasping your knees, claws ghosting over your skin as he pries your legs open, as his face comes dangerously close to you. You don't even know how it happens before he lifts his shoulders, and chest out of the water, causing your face to gradually fall, as you catch sight of the seemingly endlessly long tail behind him, weird tendrils, as well as fins growing out of it, one small appendage latching onto your thigh. So you scream, finally realizing your little friend, wasn't at all how he portrayed himself to be.

Y!Monster who instantly drags you down beneath the water, tail coiling around you, as tendrils latch onto you, screams drowned out by the water. Since you're a nymph, you possess the ability to stay far longer beneath the surface level than the average human, yet it doesn't make the experience any more pleasant. He drags you so far down until you reach an underwater cave, slipping you into an air pocket which allows you to finally breathe, lungs filling with the sweet air you craved.

You stare at your friend in terror, scrambling away the moment he releases you from his grasp. However he seems calm, not bothered by your pleads or cries, as you cower in a corner of the cave, pitifully sobbing. All he does is watch and wait–wait till you have exhausted your capability to cry any more, and then he will latch onto you, like a good mate should, attach you to his hip, finally ease the ache of his lonely existence through you.

And even if one day you will die, even if you have to part from him, don't worry your pretty little head about it, he will make sure to keep each limb and fracture of your cold body to himself refusing to let even the decaying pile of meat rot away, as he stuffs you in his mouth, swearing to keep his pretty nymph with him forever. ♡

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

senses

noun

a faculty by which the body perceives an external stimulus; one of the faculties of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch.

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You see Sebastian in his entirety.

You've seen him clothed, and unclothed.

You've seen him at his best, and worst.

You've seen him cry.

You've seen him angry.

He thought you'd see him as a monster.

Someone undeserving of such pure love.

But, you told him you would love him no matter what.

And you do.

The way his tail slightly wags when he's happy or agitated, you find it cute.

Especially his little ear fins. You've wanted to touch them, but you're half-sure they're full of nerves.

His smile is adorable, and you're happy that that's his 'default' face. You've told him that it's derpy in a cute way, and you swore you could see his smile widen.

His scent. It smelled like fish, naturally. Including tobacco, but he's tried to stop for you.

You couldn't stand it at first, wanting to leave his shop as soon as possible, but, you've grown accustomed to it. Even addicted.

There's always a faint whiff of gunpowder on him, you never questioned it. Deducting that it's from the times he gunned down an expendable or two who flashed him.

His laughter is music to your ears. He felt that way about you, too.

He had been stuck in Hadal Blacksite for so long, he forgot what happiness felt like.

Small giggles from dumb jokes.

Genuine laughter from pranks or unexpected events that made your stomach hurt.

He laughs at you when you choke on air, calling you a moron, and you laugh at his laugh—even if you felt like you were dying.

Fond memories.

Even when he pout, his little 'angry' noises as you called them, were cute. It reminded you of a grumpy chihuahua, so cute but so angry.

Sebastian's lips tasted like cigarettes and caviar. An unpleasant mixture, but that's okay.

Whenever you and Sebastian had time to yourselves, it was used to de-stress.

His way of de-stressing was kissing you oh so passionately.

He never had a reason, not that you needed it anyway. He just liked the feeling and taste of your lips on his.

Sebastian's touch used to be rough when the two of you were settling and getting used to each other. Now it's as gentle as a feather.

He treated you like you were going to break.

At times, it was sweet.

Sometimes you wanted him to be rougher with you.

But who were you to complain?

His hugs are like heaven. It's always nice when he wraps all three arms around your body.

Even better when he buries his face into your neck, you can barely describe it to him.

"I feel so comfortable with you." His voice was soft and gentle, sleepy, almost.

You like to run your fingers through his hair when he does that, it gives the both of you a sense of security.

It's so soft, you could use it as a pillow if his neck didn't cramp.

Sebastian likes when you hold his face and pepper it with kisses, saying it melts his brain in a good way.

"To each their own, I guess." You say in a soft tone, unable to contain a smile, so,

you continuing to litter his face with small pecks.

The two of you enjoy holding hands, even if it feels different since he has four fingers.

Physically being close to you is his favorite thing ever. It has advantages since he towers over you, he can do whatever he pleases with you.

An action he enjoys in particular being giving you headpats.

If you ask him to scratch your scalp with his claws, he will. You make small audible noises of glee, similar to how he does. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever.

[hisui-dreamer]

an exchange for a spark

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader

Synopsis: Knowing Azul, everything would come at a cost, but sometimes you get more than what you asked for in an exchange.

Tags: childhood friends, fluff, reader is a mer, mentions Azul's past, little mermaid references, bot proofread

Word count: 1.6k+

Notes: congrats to Azul fans who won the poll for our resident businessman!

Azul tsum came home in the JP server so here's some fluff for our dearest tako! this takes place before NRC and the boys are in pre-teens

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Azul's heart skipped a beat as you neared him, your scales reflecting a stunning array of colours that reminded him of opalescent shells. Your beauty was ethereal, a sight to behold, and Azul couldn't help but feel like a mere speck in comparison. He recognised you instantly; the mermaid who never failed to light up the area, the one with the infectious smile and bright eyes that sparkled like diamonds in the demure rays of sunlight refracted into the depths of the sea.

You were the popular one in school, your every move and word fawned over by your classmates, while he was the outcast hiding in his octopus pot, fearing the bullies who would make fun of him.

An odd pair; but the two of you were close friends. He supposed it was inevitable, given how often your family frequented his mother’s restaurant, bringing the two of you together in an unexpected way.

"Hey there, Azul!" you sang out, your tail propelling yourself towards him. As you approached, you saw Azul perched on a counter, a look of surprise on his face as he looked up. His tentacles were completing multiple tasks at hand, keeping track of the inventory of his mother's restaurant, flipping through pages of an old book, and writing on multiple sheets of parchment. "Oooh, what are you reading?" you asked.

Azul smiled, pausing his tasks to focus on you. "It's a grimoire on terrestrial magic," he replied, the interest evident in his voice.

"Wow! That’s way ahead of what they’re teaching in class! Can you show me?" You asked eagerly.

His smile turned sly, and you knew instantly that there was a catch. "Of course, but it'll cost you," he said, pushing his glasses up with a flick of his hand.

You giggled, knowing that he always had something up his sleeve. "What do you want, Azul?"

Azul's eyes glinted mischievously, and you could tell he was up to something. One of his tentacles reached out and gently tilted your chin upward. "Your most prided quality, of course. How about... your voice?"

You blinked, before bursting into a fit of giggles. "Hahaha Azuzu! You and I both know you'd miss my voice too much!"

Azul's lips curved into a tender smile, exuding affection as his silver tongue wove compliments like a skilled weaver crafting an intricate tapestry. "You are right, your voice is a treasure beyond compare, and I could not bear to take it away from you," he murmured, but you could only shake your head fondly at his words. "But tell me, Angelfish, what else can you offer me?"

You paused, your mind spinning like a school of fish caught in a whirlpool. Then, a sudden flash of recollection struck you, and you reached into your satchel, fumbling around to pull out a small sack, handing it to him as your fins fluttered with exhilaration. "I almost forgot, here!" you exclaimed. "I got this for you."

As you handed it to Azul, he shifted towards you, taking the sack curiously. "What is it?" he asked, his excitement building as he examined the sack like an archaeologist uncovering a long-lost artefact.

"It's a surprise," you giggled. "Open it up and see for yourself!"

Azul's fingers trembled with anticipation as he gingerly unfurled the sack's opening, revealing a bounty of treasures within. A cascade of glimmering coins spilt forth, gleaming like the dying sun cresting over the ocean's horizon. As if holding a precious gem, he carefully plucked one of the golden coins from the pile, entranced by its lustre. Its surface glinted and shone, reflecting its metallic sheen into his aquamarine eyes. A radiant grin bloomed across his face, illuminating his features with pure delight.

"I've never seen this one before! You collected these for me?" he exclaimed, his voice full of wonder. "How thoughtful of you, Angelfish. I will add them to my collection." He looked up at you and coughed at his open display of joy, quickly returning to his businesslike demeanour. "Ahem, since you have been so kind to me, it is only fair I give you a show in return."

You couldn't help but feel a thrill of glee and curiosity. "Ooh! What is it?" you asked eagerly.

Azul's smile returned, and he leaned in closer to you. "I can show you a little trick I learned," he divulged in a hushed tone, "I can conjure fire."

"Fire?" you repeated incredulously. "But that’s… isn’t that only possible on land? They can’t… uhm... burn...? here, right?"

Azul chuckled softly, amusement gleaming in his expression. "Normally, no, fire cannot exist underwater," he explained. "But I found a way to conjure air simultaneously to feed the fire. I can make fire burn even here."

Azul raised his hand, murmuring an incantation under his breath. Suddenly, a small flame appeared in the palm of his hand, flickering and dancing like a playful fish, its warm light casting beautiful patterns on the sand below. Noticing the wonder in your eyes, a soft murmur escaped his lips. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" he whispered. "Up on land, humans use fire for illumination, cooking, and all sorts of things."

You nodded in understanding, your mind already racing with the possibilities. "It's amazing," you murmured in awe.

Azul turned to you, a look of satisfaction on his face. "I'm glad you think so, Angelfish," he smiled.

As you drew nearer to the crackling flames, you felt a jolt of awareness coursing through you, as if an invisible force were pulling you towards Azul. His warm breath, like a pleasant gust of wind, caressed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You gazed up to meet his eyes, so alike shimmering pools of liquid sapphire, radiating with a mesmerising allure. The reflection of the blazing fire danced in his eyes, as if mimicking the fiery passion that was stirring inside you.

For a moment, you both stood there, caught in a trance-like state, as if time itself had come to a halt. The heat emanating from the fire and Azul's body enveloped you in a cocoon of warmth, making you feel safe and protected. You could hear the rhythmic thump of his heartbeat, akin to the steady beat of the ocean waves, in perfect synchronicity with your own.

As if propelled by some unknown force, the words that had been burning inside you tumbled out of your mouth, unfiltered and raw.

"I really like you, Azul," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. The words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and vulnerability.

Azul's eyes widened in shock, but you caught a glimpse of hope flash across his face before he diverted his gaze to the ground. His hands ceased to hold the fire, now folded across his torso in a vulnerable stance.

"Angelfish... I... But your friends," he started, attempting to pull away from you.

Determined to make your feelings known, you interrupted him, grabbing his shoulders to gain his attention. "I don't care about my friends," you reassured. "I care about you, Azul. You're smart, and kind and sweet. I like you, no matter what anyone else thinks."

Azul's gaze softened, the worry etched into his features fading away as he drank in your words. He reached out, his fingers intertwining with yours, imbuing you with a sense of security and comfort. "My dear Angelfish," he marvelled, his voice filled with affection, "you have no idea how much that means to me."

Overcome with emotions, you leaned in, your lips colliding with Azul's in a tender, all-consuming kiss. It was a kiss of unbridled emotion, the sweetness of it threatening to intoxicate you both. It was as though the world had stilled, and all that remained was the two of you, lost in each other.

Azul wrapped his strong arms around you, enveloping you in his embrace. His tentacles curled around you like vines, pulling you deeper into his embrace. The heat of his skin and the softness of his lips were like a symphony to your senses, causing your heart to race with a mix of passion and delight-

"Azul~"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your reverie, causing both of you to jump apart. You looked around and saw the twins, their faces beaming with grins as they called out to you. "Oh? What's happening over here?" Jade teased, his gaze alternating between you and Azul.

You felt a flush creeping up your neck as you tried to compose yourself. "Just catching up, that's all," you replied, hoping to avoid any further scrutiny.

Azul, on the other hand, was incredibly flustered. His heart raced in his chest, and his pulse quickened as if he had just been caught in the act of doing something wrong. His tentacles twitched nervously as he struggled to regain his composure, but his embarrassment was plain to see. With a forced smile, Azul tried to hide his discomfort as he greeted the eels. "Ahem, hello, Jade, Floyd," he coughed, his voice betraying a hint of strain. "We were just...uh...talking. Nothing...nothing important."

The eels snickered at his failed attempt, unconvinced by his dismissive response. "Well then, don't let us interrupt your... talking," Jade remarked with a sly wink. "Come on, Floyd, let's give them some space... for now." He added the last part with a sly twinkle in his eye, sharing a knowing look with his brother before they swam away.

As the two of you were left alone, you couldn't help but adore the deep flush of his cheeks. Unable to resist the allure of his charming blush, you cupped his jaw and pecked his cheek. Your lips brushed against his skin, leaving behind a trail of warmth and affection. When you pulled away, you were greeted with the sight that only warmed your heart further, his blush deepening like a sunset spreading across the horizon, painting the sky with a spectrum of colours.

Truly, how could anyone ever find someone as endearing as him dislikeable?

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[aerialflight]

fic rec list

I am into such random fandoms at the moment and I NEED to spread the word on how fantastic these fics are so people would get into those fandoms too. Join me in my rabbit holes!

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[Dimension 20: Fantasy High]

serendipities of the mundane kind by fangirl_squee

Ships: Figueroth Faeth/Ayda Aguefort, Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Kristen Applebees/Tracker O'Shaughnessey

The Bad Kid's lives wind through the world a little differently, but some friendships are just meant to be.

(ships aside, this is a fic about friendship! and it's absolutely beautiful!! i loved how all the relationships formed and how all of them meet under different yet plausible circumstances. they meet in pairs and then in groups, all of them introduced to each other slowly yet organically. i'm so in love with each character's journey and how meant-to-be the bad kids are. absolutely recommend this!)

thwick thwack by graeskies

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

Eyes narrowed, slitted pupils so thin they could pick a lock. Wide, fin-like ears pressed flat back against his head—'airship ears', Adaine had said once, and it made Riz laugh so hard he had forgotten what he had been reacting to in the first place. Tail thrashing back and forth, making a rhythmic thwick thwack against his legs, or his briefcase, or both. Extra-sharp teeth bared wide, hissing with a confidence he didn't have in freshman year. Riz's threat displays were hypnotizing. Fabian almost forgot the punchline of his own joke.

(riz acting on his instincts and fabian Vibing with it so hard is a trope i never knew i wanted until this fic fnieowfnpewa.)

not by design (again, again) by jackpack

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

To his knowledge, the world is right when Riz gets home, right as he falls into bed and curls up with a grin on his face, right as he closes his eyes and passes sometime in the wee hours of the morning, content that tomorrow was going to be even better. And, then, he wakes up to an alarm set for school. -- It's freshman year, and Riz has a found family to find. Again.

(time travel time travel time travel!!! the bad kids all struggling to find each other and solve the mystery! ugh, these kids have my whole heart and i loved every minute of this.)

Light My Fire by Anonymous (locked, need account to read)

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

The sheet is too short to reach Riz. Fabian fully unfurls it, stretches both his arms as far as he can, thinks about fully letting go and grabbing The Ball midair, trying to tuck and roll and maybe take some of the damage for him. Despite his efforts, he's just a few feet shy of Riz, limp and unconscious and hurtling downwards, just like he was at the Row and the Ruction. Fabian, once again, is too slow and weak and incompetent to help him. Fabian screws his eye shut, half because he can't stand to watch Riz's body hit the ground and half because he feels like if he just believes hard enough, he can somehow save him. - I thought too hard about the time Fabian summoned a fire elemental that saved Riz's life and also kissed him and then nobody ever mentioned it again. This is the result.

(i caught FEELINGS when reading about this moment in the sophomore campaign, embellished and seen through the eyes of a desperate fabian. there's something about fabian being sincere and brave that always hits me in the chest like a hammer.)

meet me in the woods by macaronidoodles

A thought comes to him, and he pulls out the little rock he’d artificed out of his pocket. It’s probably stupid, he thinks, looking at it, so small in his hands. But there’s no one around to make fun of him, and if even one of his friends could hear… It’s Gorgug, he whispers. Keep going. * (in the forest of the nightmare king, gorgug gives everyone a chance to catch their breath)

(i will never be over that fucking line and all that it does. the hope, the love, the determination to keep moving forward, knowing that you are not alone. fnewifoewpa GOD.)

An Abjurative Wizard's Guide to Entrapment and Matchmaking, by Aelwyn Abernant by AgentStannerShipper

Ship: Riz Gukgak/Fabian Aramais Seacaster

“I cannot be in love with Riz Gukgak,” Fabian says. “I cannot be in love with The Ball. Under no circumstances can that be a thing that is happening.” Across the room, sitting in Riz’s chair, her feet up on Riz’s desk, ninety percent of her attention on one of Riz’s case files open in her lap, Aelwyn does the incredibly helpful thing of saying, “Uh-huh.”

(this is THE fic that got me into the ship. fabian's feelings of admiration and love for riz shines through and i'm so in love with how in love fabian is. seeing it from his point of view made me realize just how good of a person and character riz gukgak is. love this fic so much!)

Ring a Bell by Tangerine_Blast

“You are drunk,” Adaine accused. “I’m not-” Aelwyn protested but stopped herself mid word and pinched the bridge of her nose, “I don’t mean to alarm you, little sister, but I think you may be suffering from some severe memory loss.” Adaine was about to snap back at her but froze as the words sunk in. Memory loss. Yes. That would certainly explain why she was in a different outfit then she remembered. “What did you do?” *** The Bad Kids wake up on the first day of their freshman year. Or… no, it’s almost two years later and everything is so vastly different. Where are they? Who are all these people claiming to be their family and friends?

(*SCREAMS* god, it hit me so hard how all the bad kids grew up so much from freshman year?? they're such different people in sophomore year compared to the beginning. every single character, including the side characters, are going Through It and i wanted to hug all of them so. bad. nfewiofpewa absolutely a must read, i love every single character here so so much!!)

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[Naruto]

Into the Wide Blue Yonder by OneEyedRaven

Ship: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Sasuke

“Take off your mask,” the clan head demanded. He might as well have ordered Kakashi to strip naked – to reveal his face to all these strangers felt as vulnerable as baring his neck to a sword. “You will not be allowed to hide your face here, Sharingan-thief.” - Kakashi gets misplaced in time and taken in by the Uchiha clan during the warring era, thanks to the mysterious one-armed man, Sasuke.

(i've never been into this ship but my god they make it work here in the most delightful slowburn i've read in a long while. i am rooting for them so hard, they're trying to change the world and make it better and i am so here for it! yes! disestablish the corrupt power structures of konoha from the very beginning! hell yeah!!!)(also kakashi's growth and characterization makes me want to cry he's doing so well considering all the bullshit he's lived through fnewfew)

fluffy clouds and a tinge of wonder by TheOneKrafter

In a world obsessed with killing and dying, Seiko is mostly concerned with chasing off her boredom. The Academy wasn’t exactly intellectually stimulating, but dying in the second shinobi war sounded like a long walk off a short pier. Everyone is always so stressed about avoiding attention, or min-maxing skills in situations like this. Seiko is of the opinion that those people need to chill the hell out. Maybe play a little shogi. Death comes for them all anyways. Better to enjoy this all while it lasts. (genius self insert stumbles into disrupting a timeline with the intentionality of an elephant trampling a very fancy tea shop.) (updates weekly-ish.)

(*cackles* i love how built the world and relationships are in this fic. the SI is not overpowered, actually intelligent but not omnipresent, and has actual social skills instead of being an oblivious airhead. i appreciate the time and care that's taken to build the friendships the SI has and am eager to see how the plot turns out in the future!)

How to Redeem Your Past Mistakes, Commit Mild Treason, and Accidentally Build a Family by themidnightguardian

If Kakashi hadn’t seen Naruto living in squalor and Sasuke’s personal trauma shrine and whatever civilian fuckery was happening at Sakura’s house, he’d have at least tried to fail them even if logic told him the Elder Council would never let it fly. Screw the Hokage for that. * * * * * * * * * * When the Sandaime showed him Naruto’s apartment, he didn’t think that was going to be the tip of the iceberg that was the shitshow of his soon-to-be team. But as it turned out, Naruto wasn't the only one with a less-than-optimal home life. And as it turned out, Kakashi was apparently the only person in Konoha who cared.

(*hugs all of team 7* they are family and it's the council's mistake in thinking this wouldn't happen. kakashi is Doing His Best and doing Well and i want to pat him on the head in appreciation for his efforts.)

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[Diamond no Ace]

Lay Sunflowers at My Grave by Kinryuuki

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

"If you could go back, and do it over. What would you do?"

(literally the best time travel fic since trajectory of laughter, i am OBSESSED.)

Aromantic Way to Propose by blue_flowers_bouquets (cianderia)

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun

Miyuki Kazuya doesn't get romance, and he's painfully aware of it. Sawamura Eijun is a hopeless romantic to boot, but he insists that they should date. Their relationship goes as smooth as you could expect.

(so sweet and fluffy! exploring how an aromantic and romantic person can work, yet the characters stay in character! i really like how this was managed and written, absolutely give it a read!)

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[Bridgerton]

a thousand cuts by wall_e_nelson

Ship: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma

Every single day, Anthony tries very hard not to walk directly into the ocean. A collection of non-linear one-shots, headcanons, AUs, and missing scenes for Anthony Bridgerton. (this story was written in the year between s1 and s2. the character is based in the little we knew of s1 show!Anthony, pulling the rest of him and the world needed from the books.)

(it feels insane to me now that this was the first fic i read in this fandom. this isn't even my fucking fandom, i never even watched the show or read the books but god, god, this made me cry more than 10 fucking times. i can't remember the last time my heart ached so badly for a character, and anthony bridgerton is a phenomenal character indeed.)

Unspooled Thread by happilyinsane13, itakethewords (Itakethewords)

Ship: Benedict Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington

Benedict's life changed the moment Lady Danbury commanded, “Follow that Featherington.” The year is 1813 and Benedict's sister Daphne has just made her debut. He thought he knew how this season would go. Little did he suspect he would stumble on the youngest Featherington daughter's biggest secret. -- A complete, Benelope canon re-write, starting from S1, Ep1 all the way through season 3.

(this fic has RUINED me, i can't unsee the potential this ship holds. they're artists who bond over art! they admire and protect and care about one another! it's the slowest of slow burns that immediately catches fire before running around in panic! it's a proper friends to lovers fic done incredibly well!)(i started reading this author's other benedict/penelope fics and GOD IT'S SO GOOD FNEWIFOEW.)(i'm ruined! this rare pair has ruined me!!)(i have no regrets.)

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[Jujutsu Kaisen]

The Phantom Guardian by MissingN000

Ships: Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Inumaki Toge/Okkotsu Yuuta

There's something about this girl, like looking in a funhouse mirror a third of his size. “Oi, kid,” Toji says. “It’s you, isn’t it?” The girl glares daggers at him from behind a pair of red-rimmed glasses too big for her tiny face. She’s looking at him like he’s totally crazy, which isn’t entirely untrue. “Huh? Who the heck are you?” In lieu of answering, he asks, “What’s your name?” The girl scowls. “Maki.” “Maki,” he repeats, and it’s like a missing piece of his soul falls back into place. The record of his life before he fought the Six-Eyes brat is a long, impossibly white scroll of nothing -- but written on it in faint letters is the name of a child, a child with a delicate name that brushed the heavens, spun a prayer into letters; a name that began with an M, and it ended in i, too. “Maki,” he says again. “I think you’re my daughter.” -------- Toji makes a mistake. It changes everything.

(*running around throwing glitter like a sparkling system* and you get found a found family! and you get a found family! and you-)(but seriously, this is the one and only fic i'll read from this fandom, i legit don't care about anything else except these fuckers in this fucking fic. they are all disasters and i love that every single character here is traumatized and still somehow ruining themselves while thriving?? it's amazing.)

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[Star Wars]

You and I (drink the poison from the same vine) by northpeach, wolfsrainrules

When one wakes up from death into a universe many of us have dreamed of, truthfully Kiyo can say it was both easier and harder then she thought it would be. Yes, she's gonna get a lightsaber. Yes, she's gonna bite someone to get a bes'bev. No, she's not forgetting where she's come from but she cannot grieve for a lifetime. Not when this life has so much potential. Has so much to offer. Not when she knows exactly how well Mandalorian and Jedi cultures fit together. Absolutely not, especially since she knows Jaster Mereel has a 700 page love letter written to his people to publish. She's going to get her hands on it and read it if it's the last thing she does.

(*breathes* i need this to update so bad. i usually hate SI fics in star wars, but this fic is amazing?? again, i NEED TO KNOW where this is going, my impatience is clawing my brain.)

(They Were) Made For Us by Echuta (setoboo)

Ship: Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi

The Kaminoan tilts his head with a small smile. As if he’s trying to be indulgent for the Jedi’s sake. “Well yes, you and your fellow Jedi, Master Kenobi. They were made for the Jedi - and since the Jedi serve the Republic. It was implied they would do so too.” ‘They were made for the Jedi.’ Obi-Wan thinks in a daze. Clinging to that one sentence and grappling with all the implications buried within it as the Force around him pulses with tension. ‘For...for us? For me?’ What can that possibly mean? ---------------- Or; the Clones are really, and truly, perfectly made for the Jedi. The real issue is that it seems the Jedi are just as perfectly made for the Clones. This throws a major wrench in the works for the Darkside when the Jedi aren't very willing to let their men die. Not even on the senate's orders.

(i keep rereading this, i'm so obsessed with this kind of trope where people can read others' souls and just know who they are. this is the Shit for me, i was doomed from the start fnewifoewaef)

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[Top Gun] (the most unexpected fandom to get into, watched it 2 months ago and it's completely taken over my life HELP ME-)

Where Are You Going by adiduck (book_people)

Ship: Tom Iceman Kazansky/Pete Maverick Mitchell

They’ve both heard all the philosophical bullshit, of course. Poems about your soul forever seeking its other half, impassioned treatises they were supposed to read in high school English about how you know where your own limbs are, quotes from long-dead guys about physical distance but hearts taking up the same space--that kind of bullshit. Maverick never put much stock in that kind of thing--he’d hated school. It probably shouldn’t have been surprising that Ice also really did not care about the science or philosophy--they were supposed to be perfect for each other, after all. (Or: There’s a handshake in the O Club the first night of Top Gun, and the very bearing of “magnetic North” shifts permanently under Ice and Mav’s feet)

(soulmate fic!! it's done so well and the relationship negotiations and trying to make it work is so up my alley. it's not an instant love soulmate fic, which i appreciate a lot, and i just love this author's characterization of of ice and maverick. definitely recommend this author's other works too, i just love the way they write in general, in whatever fandom they are in XD)

A Higher Fidelity by sintra

Ship: Tom Iceman Kazansky/Pete Maverick Mitchell

“C’mon.” Tori nudges him with an elbow. “C’mon. He’s cute. You can admit that one thing but you can’t admit this?” Gritting his teeth, Ice thinks very carefully about his next words. “He’s…” he trails off. “Some would say that…Mitchell is not. Unpleasant. To look at.” (Alternatively: the one where Ice and Mav learn to park bad, eat good, and love even better.)

(i want to kiss the author, ice's characterization here made me laugh so many times, omfg. absolute treasure of a fic! the narration and ice's thoughts were so fucking funny and maverick is just perfectly maverick in this haha! absolutely recommend for a good laugh with some extra sweetness.)

Precipice by V_Evergreen

Ship: Tom Iceman Kazansky/Pete Maverick Mitchell

Dating, it turns out, does not get easier with age. Alternately: [“Ice,” Maverick said slowly, “do you have a crush on me?” Ice flushed. “Shut up.” Maverick grinned. “How embarrassing.”]

(middle aged people going on first dates!! it's so sweet and snappy, i love how well-worn yet new this fic feels when it comes to their relationship. it feels both fresh yet comfortable and i felt warm reading this. <3)

Flowers for Sale by Owner by aelibia

Ship: Tom Iceman Kazansky/Pete Maverick Mitchell

Most people would do anything to stop the flowers from coming. Maverick is not most people.

(THE FUNNIEST FREAKING HANAHAKI FIC I'VE EVER READ HOLY SHIT! PLEASE READ, I CRIED FROM LAUGHING SO HARD FNEIWOFEWA)(never in a MILLION YEARS did i think about this aspect of the hanahaki curse, INCREDIBLE.)

I Need You to Live by PurpleArrowzandLeather

When Bradley finishes playing his dad's song at the Hard Deck, he sees a familiar figure collapse on the beach. Thinking the worst, he does everything in his power to make sure he doesn't lose him.

(i am so weak for fics that involve bradley and maverick re-conciliating. really great what if scenario done right and i definitely recommend this author's other top gun fics, they do gen fics for top gun really well!)

lost fight, grip tight on a heavy rope by writteninwaves

Bradley Bradshaw does not do regrets. Until he does. But in his fifteen years of self-imposed exile, there comes a time when even his stubborn will breaks. When Bradley overhears devastating news about his dad, he realizes just how much he lost and wonders if anything was worth it in the first place. Part 1 of revival

(mav is presumed dead and bradley comes back home because of it. the exploration of grief and how much maverick mattered to so many people is *chefs kiss* done fantastic here. there's a part 2 to this series when mav shows up and let me tell you, it's so good and i absolutely recommend that as well haha!)

What's In A Name? by maverickazansky

Ship: Tom Iceman Kazansky/Pete Maverick Mitchell

Maverick had never put any thought into Bradley not knowing the difference in surnames between the people in his family, nor his own. Nor had his put any thought into the fact that Bradley was a child. He probably should have.

(it's so cute!! it's so so so cute!!! i both laughed and cooed at little bradley, this is so ridiculously fluffy hahaha!)

With the Stars in the Darkness, and Love in the Light by flyingfightingfishy for LadyLanera

Ship: Tom Iceman Kazansky/Pete Maverick Mitchell

Ice cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I was calling about Wood and Wolf's wedding." "Oh yeah! I was sort of wondering about that. When I talked to Wolf a couple weeks ago he said the invitations would be out soon but I haven't gotten one.” Ice cleared his throat again, not quite sure how to address the situation. "Yes. Well. That's because it's with mine. Which is why I called.” Mav made a noise of mild confusion from the other end of the phone. ”They sent them together?" "Ah, no,” Ice said, taking a deep breath. “They invited us. Together. As a couple. Same invitation." OR Ice and Mav get invited to Hollywood and Wolfman's wedding together. They're not a couple. They decide not to correct the assumption.

(i wanted to smash these two idiots together, ice's anxiety was so palpable and real and i wanted to shake the man the entire time omg.)

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[Crossovers]

Jokers to the Right by adiduck (book_people) for Serie11

Fandoms: The Saint (1997), Mission Impossible

Ship: Ethan Hunt/Simon Templar

It was supposed to be an easy one. (Or: Ethan Hunt is trying to save the world. Simon Templar is trying to rob an asshole blind. They work it out.) Part 1 of if you ever leave, i'm coming with you

(my goddamn gateway drug into this crack ship that i'm now absolutely OBSESSED with. truly and sincerely, this ship has overrun my life and i can't stop listening to lupin the third ost because it gives off spy vibes SO HARD.)(this ship is just, so much fun?? the banter, the fact they're both hyper competent people in the same field of work, whether that means working against or with each other. simon is fascinating and ethan is so inherently good and they circle around each other flirting SO MUCH LIKE NFEWNIFWE.)(the rest of the series is so good too and i absolutely recommend reading Serie11 too, they both herald this ship and god, GOD, i need more of this ship with their dynamics, it's AMAZING!! Please please give it a go and read!)

believe in you by Serie11

Fandoms: The Saint (1997), Mission Impossible

Ship: Ethan Hunt/Simon Templar

“I’ve sort of been wondering why you kept asking me out,” Julia confesses. “When it was pretty obvious that you weren’t going to make a move.” “Obvious,” Ethan echoes. He doesn’t like to think that he’s obvious about anything that he isn’t doing incredibly on purpose. He doesn’t like to think that even after all these years of only showing what he wants to show, there are still things that people can see about him that he would prefer them not to know. “This is date five, Ethan,” Julia says, lifting her eyebrows. “And you haven’t tried to kiss me once.” - Ethan's trying to escape from his past – but that's not exactly easy when he doesn't really want to run.

(a rewrite of mission impossible 3 with saintspy (this ship's name) in it. everything fits! the movie somehow has even MORE stakes and i got so hooked into the relationship drama between our mains and julia is so great here?? this fic is angsty and is in the break up era of their relationship, it's so juicy!! uggh, i love how this author writes, they really dig into ethan's psyche and i'm utterly enamored by it! even if you're not into saintspy, this fic's exploration of ethan still makes it compelling, so i definitely recommend you to check it out!)

run in the shadows by Serie11 for adiduck (book_people)

Fandoms: The Saint (1997), Mission Impossible, Top Gun

Ship: Ethan Hunt/Simon Templar

The changing soulmark on his wrist is a secret that Ethan has kept for as long as he can remember - one that he never thought he would have to explain to anybody, until a man with Peter Mitchell written on his skin appears to upend his entire life.

(*screams* soulmate fic! soulmate fic! this fic is separate from the two fics above, but man, it dives so hard into Ethan and his backstory on, "what if ethan hunt and pete mitchell are the same person". it's handled so well and the exploration on identity and what it means for both ethan and simon is so great!! a must read that will definitely win you over to this ship, i will die on this hill!)

Give and Take by GreenGlassMountain

Fandoms: The Saint (1997), Mission Impossible

Ship: Ethan Hunt/Simon Templar

When Max hires Ethan to steal the NOC list, she gives him free reign over his team members, with one exception. For such a massive heist, he must recruit the best thief in the business: a man known only as The Saint.

(i recommended this before and i need to recommend this again! seriously, it's a delightful first meeting fic between ethan and simon and the author did it so right! the dynamics, the cautious back and forth, and the fact this fic is set in the first mission impossible movie is all kinds of intriguing!! i'm so happy that this small ship is growing bit by bit and i'm so excited to see what comes next with this fic XD)

[crystaleevee4]

just read chasing the horizon line by @1watermelontea and @nine-of-diamonds! Very good fic, take some doodles of three of these silly guys (I have more doodles but they’re uncolored so. Gotta fix that before uploading) also

WOW tumblr is determined to completely tank the quality (tbf I don’t have a very. High-quality camera)

JESUS CHRISYT FUCK MY LIFE THE ALT IMAGE DESCRIPTION IS TOO LONG. HOLD ON i'm sorry this is so long

[image ID: A doodle of Grian, Gem, and Skizz from the fanfic "chasing the horizon line". They are all merpeople of some kind. Above them all are the words "rotates Mer at top speeds in mind (from fic Chasing the Horizon Line)". Below that, the words "girl help this went from 11:27 PM to 1:24 AM…"

Grian has round glasses and fluffy, short and dark blonde hair. He is holding an enchantment book titled "NOT MENDING LOL" out in front of him with one hand while the other is on his hip. He has an unimpressed expression. He is wearing a large red sweater and his tail almost matches the shade. There are scales completely covering his tail, and a few on his neck and nose. His tail is roughly medium-sized, and he is in fact the middle ground when it comes to height in this sketch. Above him are the words "Grian - Fish mer - Unsure what kind".

Gem is the shortest of the three, with a shorter, orange tail that is slightly frilly. Her hair is reddish-orange and poofy, falling to about elbow length. She is wearing a navy-blue vest/jacket over a white shirt, and her hands are clasped together mischievously. She has green eyes, and her facial expression is incredibly gremlin-like. There are scales on her neck, and some on her tail. She has fin-like ears, and there is a lantern-like thing hanging from her head. Above her are the words "Gem - Anglerfish" and next to her are the words "So pretty and sparkly… don't you want to come a little closer?"

Skizz is the tallest of all three of them, with the longest tail. He is grinning and looking off to the side. His teeth are very sharp. Most of his body, including his tail, is covered in scars. He is waving. There are visible gills on his neck and near the upper half of his tail- which has no scales. His hair is a dark gray (intended to be black/brown) with red streaks in it. He is just wearing a binder (because I love him) and there are also the words "hits him with my transgender beam" next to him as well as the trans flag in faded color pencil. There appears to be the hints of a fin on his back, and on the sides of his tail. On his other side are the words "Skizz - Shark!" with a little heart under them. /End ID]

(I fucked up grian’s hair so bad I’ve never used colored pencils before this point in time)

(I also fucked up proportions. Again, tbf, this was late at night and I forgot to check before coloring)

[image ID: flaming text saying "if you can LIKE it, you can REBLOG it!! <3333" /End ID] (did i do that right)

this is completely /nm* by the way! slash lighthearted

*the tone tag /nm means "not mad"

[gamerbearmira]

Giant siren Mirabel taking Antonio scavenging lol just tiny Antonio and his big cousin spending time together

OF COURSE 🦅 🦅🦅🦅<3333

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Antonio swam through the colorful reefs, swimming past the marketplace. Other sirens were selling goods, from food to shells, to precious pearls. Antonio wasn't looking around the market though. He was scavaging for human things.

It wasn't uncommon for ships to crash or sink near the Encanto islands. His abuela said that whenever the humans, especially pirates, got too close, they would always sink. He didn't know how though...whenever he asked, the adults would always say "I'll tell you when you're older." And if you asked him, he was pretty grown up. He asked one of the older kids who had just gained their tail, and they said that the humans were trying to attack the Guppy Grotto so they sank them to keep them safe.

Antonio knew there had been a recent wreck. Mirabel was nearby, looking near where the trenches were. He wasn't allowed over there yet, not by himself. His mamá said it was too dangerous, and while there were sirens down there, the water was too strong for him to swim in. Which he didn't mind.

"Oh!" Antonio's eyes sparkled with joy and curiosity as he swam closer to a part of the shipwreck he had finally found. It was a little ways away from the reef, on the lower parts of the ocean floor. He swam closer. A smaller ship, maybe a fisher ship? He wondered if there was any fish leftover...

As he swam closer, he saw something shiny in the corner of his eye. Getting closer, he could see the sun reflecting off of it in the clear waters. He carefully pushed the wood away, narrowly evading splinters. It was small, and silver, a round object. It was attached to a chain, but not like the anchor chains like the ones that his prima, Luisa, wore. It was smaller, lighter. He picked it up, his small webbed hands tracing it.

"Antonio!" Mirabel called, and he turned around. His prima and best friend swam up to him, a big smile on her face, her seaweed back hanging by her side. "Find anything interesting?"

Antonio showed off the small object he found. There was a small knob on the top, and he pressed it gently. It flew open, surprisingly both of them. Antonio recognized the numbers inside, but he still didn't know what it was.

Mirabel swam closer, eyeing it carefully. Her fins perked up as she finally realized what it was. "I've seen this before!" Mirabel said, cradling Antonio in her hands as he held the small thing. "I think they're called clocks...or was it watches? I'm not sure, but apparently, they're supposed to tell time!"

"Time? Like how we use the sun and shadows to tell time?" Antonio asked, looking up curiously at Mirabel, who nodded.

"Yup! I think humans forgot how to use the sun, so maybe that's why," Mirabel shrugged. She wasn't entirely sure herself though; she had only seen similar objects a handful of times.

Antonio hummed softly before dropping it into Mirabel's bag; it sank easily he noticed. Antonio went back towards the ship, searching it once more. This time, he had Mirabel's help. She easily picked up a part of the ship, and more stuff was revealed, the inside of the ship. Able to fit his smaller body in unlike his older cousin, he carefully looked around the wreck, not finding anything interesting. Just as he was about to tell Mirabel, he saw some sitting on the now broken cot in the corner.

He swam closer, pushing aside the broken furnishings and waterlogged books. He picked it up. It was soft, or at least as soft as it could be underwater. The buttons almost look like eyes. It looked like an animal but it wasn't...alive. Almost like one of the animals he would see on the island. It confused. Him.

Antonio swam out, going back to Mirabel, who was using her tail to push the wood towards the trenches. Deep sea sirens seemed to love the stuff and always requested shipwrecks be pushed to the trenches. Antonio sat in Mirabel's palm, hiping the small, unmoving animal. "What's this thing, Mira?"

Mirabel looked at the object, which was tiny compared to her, and even small but guppy standards. But she recognized it. She had seen it before a good amount of times. "Oh, it's a stuffed animal! Maybe a bear? Though adult humans don't use these..."

"Who does?" Antonio asked and Mirabel hesitated, her eyebrows furrowing before he shrugged and looked back at him.

"Little kids. Like human guppies. But as far as I know, there were no kids on the wreck," Mirabel said, mumbling the last part, which piqued Antonio's interest.

"Human guppies? Can I see?" Antonio asked with enthusiasm. Mirabel looked at him wide-eyed before taking the vear and putting it in her bag.

"Hey, how bout we go eat? We can explore more after lunch. Are you hungry?" Mirabel asked, quickly changing the subject. Antonio's eyes lit up at the suggestion of food.

"¡Sí!" Antonio beamed, and Mirabel held him carefully, swimming back towards their family's cave. Thankfully she was able to distract him from more questions. Though she failed to notice Antonio's gaze shifting from her bag, where the stuffed bear was, to the surface.

Was there really a kid on that ship?

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YEAHHHHHHH‼️ There was no way they weren’t gonna look through the wreck. They also go through the recent ones. Alma’s a little against it, but she doesn’t necessarily stop it. She’ll admit that some human stuff is useful. She tried to change the subject, but Antonio was totally still thinking about it, second.

[toastedjeans]

Okay so i might make Siren AU into a thing. Got some very loose thoughts / this is basically just me brainstorming (if anyone has any ideas please don't hesitate to tell me)

Peppino can't swim. He just sits in his shitty little boat while fishing one day and suddenly gets attacked by probably Pizzahead or Pizzaface. Gustavo sees him struggling and panicking, and saves him from almost drowning.

I already made some concept doodles for Gustavo, he's basically a mermaid but with a shark tail and those fin thingies instead of ears. Round little shark man <3 He also doesn't inherently think humans are evil or something, when someone's in distress he tries to help as best as he can. He can get very protective over friends and loved ones tho. Don't anger him. You'll regret it.

The sirens probably can't speak human language, with a few exceptions. Pizzahead probably learned it from (obsessively) observing humans, and then tried teaching it to Fakey. Fakey can speak fractions of sentences or words, but it mostly sounds like gibberish. He doesn't speak often though, mostly communicates with croaks, gurgles, and other noises. I like to imagine Gustavo tries to learn to speak human language so he can communicate with Peppino better (bonus points if his first full sentence for some reason is "I'm going to kill you", not knowing what it means and scaring the shit out of Peppino)

Fakey stays a frog, but with like. A tail, like when frogs are in that transitional phase between tadpole and frog ya know. But still humanoid looking, i mean he has to look like Peppino, right? Created by Pizzahead out of literal frog DNA and.. anger? Jealousy? Unhealthy obsession? All of the above? Idk yet

Mr. Stick is probably one of the few characters that stay human, and he's one of Peppino's friends/acquaintances

Not sure if Brick should stay a rat, possibly even Peppino's (involuntary) pet, or some kinda fish that's already Gustavo's friend. Although it'd be fun if Brick just lives with Pep, and Pep can't get rid of him no matter what he does, so he reluctantly keeps him.

I literally have no ideas for Pepperman and Vigilante. All i could think of for Vigi rn is uh. Sea slug. But Pepperman?? Zero clue. Head empty. Help.

Got two thoughts for the Noises, either Noise is a human too, but Noisette is a siren luring him in (or vice versa!), or both of them are sirens. Option 2 would make more sense to me, but option 1 seems interesting too.. OR secret option 3, Noise and Noisette are both creatures that transform depending on if they're in water or on land. Peppino doesn't know this. The Noises act like it's the most normal thing in the world.

Pizzahead as either a regular siren or maybe like. An octopus/squid? Kinda like Ursula from Ariel idk. Or maybe an eel. Idk why

I still think it'd be funny if Pizzaface was a flat fish. I forgot what they're called but the mental image is so funny to me. Flat fuck.

Pizzahead probably got the idea of cloning Peppino cause he once saw how strong he is, and thought he would need that kinda strength for the war between him and.. other creatures.. i actually haven't thought about that one.. who would he even be against? Are the other bosses on his side? Is he trying to start a war between sirens and humans bc of people like Peppino fishing all the time? Or have humans started a war against the sirens in ancient times and it's still in their nature to despise humans because of that?

[fragileizywriting]

marinette probably kinda likes trying to swim with her sea legs. it's a weird experience. her body knows what to do, she's done it her whole life, but it just doesn't work. she ends up dog paddling, and it's cute, and it's adorable, and how upset would she actually be with him if he offered to teach her how to swim?

after what's felt like the whole day at the pool, he stuffs her into a towel the size of a blanket. she's shivering, and her lips have turned purple and blue, but his pearl has refused to let up and exist outside of a freezing pool in the middle of this island.

she disappears in the towel, wrapped up tight in polka-dotted fabric. she's giggling underneath as he attempts to dry her off, words of annoyance bouncing off of her as he manhandles her and cleans behind the ears. she's just a floating head, towel wrapped around her shoulders, a little burrito that shivers underneath his fingertips.

"are you done?"

"you need to shower."

"we both do," she tells him with a laugh. "you also smell like chlorine."

she's still wiggling to herself when he locates the keys to the beach house, because even though there's no one on the island, there might be bears. probably not. birds. yeah. they're smart enough to open an unlocked door, surely. especially since there's food in the kitchen, spread across the kitchen island like a buffet, because marinette had cooked and baked and done all sorts of stuff, excited to have a countertop bigger than the size of a laptop screen to make food. here, she'd gone wild, but then forgot to store it away— she samples the food on and off, treating all the dishes she's made like finger food. everytime she eats, she hums, and luka just can't force himself to tell her to pack the food into the fridge.

he turns back to her when there's a wet, sloppy slap on the pool deck, half expecting it to be the sound of her tail. it's the same quality— that moist, damp, thwap that is so common with their fins, that he's all at once surprised at the noise and befuddled when she's not, in fact, wiggling on the floor trying to crawl back into the pool without her sea legs.

her bikini bottom is on the floor, though. pink and scalloped and red accents because while he'd expected her to wear something sweet, he hadn't expected her to pack a bikini so... her, while he just wears a simple black water shorts that costs way more than it should, he'd been looking at that tiny little string that holds the individual parts onto her body with awe. jealousy. appeciation. something between the three, wondering if he can convince her to sit on his lap for a bit, just a little bit, as their bond flares in his chest.

pink and red fabric on the floor.

marinette is still in her burrito.

"are you naked?" he asks her, blurts out, as if it'd bubbled out of him like a soda.

"no."

"i'm pretty sure that's your bikini on the floor."

"no," she laughs. "not naked."

but she shimmies again, just as he asks, "how di— but— if you're not naked, then—"

she moves just a little bit to the left, letting two shell-shaped fabric pieces fall to the ground. bikini top.

"now i'm naked," she announces, to no one in particular but him, brown eyes almost blue with mischief.

"you little—"

"—i need a shower," she says, wiping at her face with a corner of the towel, teasing him with a pale, bare shoulder. "can you make sure i get all the chlorine off?"

he's tenting in his board shorts.

[amphiptere-art]

Oh God I almost forgot this.

In a spur of the moment in the shower, I was thinking about the different computers in the Sun and Moon show.

Not only do we have the one Moon made, but we now have one that Monty made, and one that Eclipse made.

My brain spit out some random designs and names. I'll have to draw the designs later but for now you get descriptions.

First of all all these designs were very geometric. Basically made of random shapes. A lot of artists sort of draw like this. Where the characters are made with very flat but short lines. So it's something similar to that.

Moon's computer will get two snazzy little men. For some reason I see them wearing baller caps and looking somewhat similar to Blood Moon. Probably also being a similar height. They wear what I could only describe as mafia suits. One wears sharp glasses while the other doesn't.

Of course acts like the computer we all know. A jackass. Listening only when they want to.

I shall call them the jacks twins.

Monty's computer will be a little reptile. Something similar to a anole or some sort of small desert lizard. I see them having a fin instead of a mohawk Monty. They wear big circular glasses with a long lab coat on them. A long curling tail popping out. They also probably have bits of Australian clothing underneath the lab coat.

He is relatively quick with his actions. Focused and precise. Although he will give snarky remarks back if prompted.

I shall call him skink.

Eclipse's computer is a tall lady. Wearing what I could only describe as standardized secretary clothes. I see her constantly holding a clipboard. She has relatively long hair that hangs down to the floor almost becoming like a cape. The only one without anything on the top of her head.

She likes to make suggestions. Openly worried about eclipses condition but not stating such. Listens, but will usually try to prompt different actions.

I shall call her Sira (pronounced like Sarah with an I)

And that is what my brain dumped upon me.

[codythesemiaquaticwerewolf]

Speaking of underwater, here's another one! This time Cody finds some treasure! ^w^

I also did a little bit of shaders (& an Ice Age 4 easter egg) and an story that will accompany this!

The story:

So there Cody was, standing on the docks looking onto the sea. the sunlight reflects its yellow glow onto the teenage lycanthrope fellow as today is very hot, not only perfect for a swim but also perfect for a treasure dive & search.

For today, he prepared himself as he looks at a heavy rock his paws are holding. The rock is held by a long rope that is tied to both his feet separately in each end of it, this allows him to sink further however he has to untie them once he reaches the bottom. Luckily, he has a strap tied to his leg with a scuba knife equipped.

All of that may seem like a very dangerous stunt to most non-aquatic furs, to Cody however this is no issue for him as he smiles slighty & infact nofur has done this before.

The brown-colored werewolf took a deep breath as he takes a step back and then runs with rock in hand as he jumps, lets go of the rock that is connected to his feet and splashes into the sea. A large swarm of small bubbles cover his entire fur as he sinks down further while he hold his breath, his hair and black cape being lifted & drifting around.

As soon as he falls into the water, he clutched his sun pedant necklace, turning it into a crescent moon & beginning his aquatic transformation. He stops holding his breath as gills open on his chest & neck, although letting some infinite bubbles out from his mouth & snout. Fish-like fins grow around himself along with his tail having transparent ones.

Another fin, this time reminiscent of a shark, also grows on his back. Otter-like membrabe or webbing grows around his four paws & armpit, allowing him to glide underwater.

Finally, the transformation is complete as his paw feet starts to flop, they elongate along with his toes, which are fusing with the webbing as they flattened, sprouting himself some flippers.

After some sinking later, The rock Cody is tied to hits the sandy floor as he lands on it second with his flippery paws, crouching while raising his arm. He looks around the sea around him, coral & fish residing here peacefully. The temperature has been adjusted to Cody to be as lukewarm as possible.

The now aquatic wolf takes out his scuba knife from his leg strap as he proceeds to cut the rope that are tied to his flippers. His feet fins manage to free themselves from the rope as Cody then hops off the rock and starts swimming around the sea towards some hidden treaure waiting to be found, kicking his flopping webbed paws & fish tail altogether like a dolphin or merfur.

Cody explores around the sea underwater, looking for treasure to find while a school of fish follow him like he's one of them. Cody smiles a little as he takes a can of fish food from his leather bag, pours it onto his webbed paws and feeds the fishes as they surround him like curious pets. After that, Cody continues on swimming, passing through an forest of kelp without trying to get tangled by it.

Throughout the journey, Cody almost forgot that still leftover cut rope on his flippers. The fish-wolf sits on the sandy floor & unties them, leaving the leftover rope behind as he hops & kicks his flippery feet altogether once again.

That's when Cody spots something wooden near 2 rocks peeking his curiosity as his kicks his flattened paw fins faster. The object was a sunken chest, a treasure chest for sure. Cody goes excited as the happy wolf creature spews out a lot of bubbles from his snout & mouth, sitting on his knees as he picks the treasure chest with his webbed furry paws. All that swimming & searching really have payed off.

Cody hovers off a little from the ground. He opened the treasure chest in curiosity, hoping it wasn't yet another faux treasure chest. And to his surprise, there was lovely gold inside! Jewelry, coins, etc, its glow shining around the chest. Cody was so excitedly happy that he let out a lot of huge bubbles escape from his muzzle as he flaps his fins, ears & tail, there were also fishes around him who were curious. The now happy aquatic werewolf look up into the surface, ripples waving through the water, he felt it was time to emerge from the sea & back into land.

So, Cody closed the treasure chest to not let any gold escape as he kicks his feet flippers & fluffy fish-finned tail altogether like a merfur, launching himself towards the surface with the chest. While resurfacing, the bubbles escape even more through his muzzle as they form an bubble respirator around it. Cody manages to splash back into the surface, leaning himself like a mermaid & taking a gasp of fresh air. He sees the beach as he swims towards it.

When Cody reached the beach, he stands up & puts down the treasure chest as he dries his fur by shaking around like a dog after swimming. He clutches his necklace again as it turns back into a sun. He then turns back into a regular wolf person as his fins & webbing regress back into his skin hidden beneath the fur, his gills closes as his fin feet shrinks back into just paws, allowing himself to walk again without wobbling on land.

[wolken-himmel]

In which (Y/n) turns into a siren after drinking one of Azul's test potions to fulfill her side of their contract. Somehow, she manages to seduce Jade before she returns back to normal.

Next day, having forgotten about this little incident, she has a lovesick eel scaring the everlasting life out of her.

"Are you sure this is safe?"

You shot Azul a slightly frightened look as your hand gripped the glass bottle that contained an ominously dark liquid that slowly crept around the insides of the bottle whenever you tilted it from one side to another. Jade and Floyd who stood behind Azul shot each other amused glances, their fangs showing.

"Even if it wasn't, you'd have to drink it anyway," Azul murmured under his breath, annoyed since this whole charade had been going on for almost half an hour now. As patiently as he could, he pulled the golden contract that bore your signature on it from his desk to hold it in front of your doubtful eyes. "It's black on white here."

"...that's not helpful, Azul." You furrowed your eyebrows, gulping.

"Nee! It's time to fulfill your side of the contract," Floyd cooed, his eyes shimmering under the late afternoon sun. Even more desperate than before, you let out an exasperated huff. You turned to Jade for help, who only shot you a sadistic smile as he tilted his head to the side mockingly. Cheeks growing red when he shot you a mischievous wink, you finally relented.

"Fine," you murmured as you screwed the bottle open and put it against your lips. Closing your eyes, you made a quick prayer. "I better not die from this..."

The overly sweet liquid ran down your throat, somehow sticky and thick. Once the bottle was empty, it slipped out of your shaking hands and collided with the ground, shattering into pieces upon collision. Your limbs turned numb, and all you felt was the hard impact of the ground. When you opened your eyes, purple smoke had surrounded your near area, alarming you even more when you couldn't feel your legs anymore.

"Did it work?!" Azul asked excitedly through the smoke, waving his hands around in the air. Floyd let out a few drastic coughs, and Jade couldn't help but squint his eyes to get a better look at you who lay on the ground.

Once the smoke cleared, you were revealed to be slowly sitting up and propping yourself up onto your elbows. A distant sigh escaping your lips, you held your head in pain. "Ugh... I feel like a fish on land—" You stopped in your tracks once your eyes travelled to where your legs were supposed to be — only now that they were replaced by a shimmering tail. "Where are my legs?!"

Ignoring your panicked screams, Azul knelt down at the far end of your tail, picking it up gently with his eyes lighting up in utter delight. "What a pretty tail..." he hummed as he ran his hand across the scales, nodding to himself. "Yes, now I just need a few scales so that I can put them into the face cream for Vil..."

Indeed, the scales on your long tail were a beautiful (F/c), same with your shell bra. You couldn't help but awe at your newly acquired tail, admiring it with wide eyes.

Suddenly, shock and surprise fading from your face, the long overdue siren instincts kicked in. Your lips curled up into a seductive smile as you gracefully reached your hand out to the male inspecting your fins. "Azul~ come closer..." you cooed, frowning when he precautiously took a step back. A pout snuck its way to your lips as you teasingly slapped him with the end of your tail. "I promise I won't bite!"

"That's what she said," Floyd snickered whilst punching Jade's shoulder, who had a hard time standing straight somehow. He chuckled along, albeit more nervously than usually.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot." Azul grinned as he put ear-plugs into his ears, sending you a smug grin. You narrowed your eyes at him whilst crossing your arms in defeat. "Only people who already have romantic feelings for you will fall for your tricks, siren. But ear-plugs never hurt."

Crossing your arms, you rolled your eyes and let out an exasperated huff. "Ugh, at least get me to a pool if you won't let yourself get seduced."

"Good idea. We wouldn't want your scales to dry out," Azul mused as he rose back to his feet to wave the twins over. They immediately appeared by his side, as professional as ever — but you managed to catch onto the way Jade's gaze remained on you longer than it should have. "Floyd and Jade, pick her up and put her into the pool in our backyard."

"Shrimpy's tail is so pretty—" Floyd cooed as heaved up your tail while Jade picked up your torso, his gloved hands unusually careful and handling this job rather delicately. Floyd flashed you a little grin. "It reminds me of my own."

"Thank you, sweetheart~" you replied, shooting him a wink. "Maybe we could go for a swim sometime?"

"I'd love that— wait no..." Gaze hardening, he quickly swiped the pair of ear-plugs Azul had given them earlier out of the pocket of his jacket. Once he had stuffed his ears, which successfully drowned out your alluring voice, he let out a satisfied sigh. "Ah, that's better..."

You started to frown at being ignored, and opted to turn towards Jade. "You would never ignore me... right, honey?"

He seemed to have a harder time resisting the wonderful melody your voice carried. "You're not making my job any easier..." he simply muttered once you arrived in the back area of the Mostro Lounge where they somehow had a big pool. The sight of water excited you, and you wished for nothing more than to hydrate your dry scales.

They threw you into the pool, not exactly gently. You let out a little yelp when you flew across the air in an arc before colliding with the peaceful surface of the water, causing splashes to fly towards the twins. They stepped to the side just in time, avoiding their fates. Floyd, who clapped his hands in delight like he always did when finishing a job, had already turned around to march away, but Jade remained hunched over at the pool side, quickly pulling a pair of ear-plugs out of the pocket of his jacket.

You quickly returned to the surface after a quick dive through the relatively deep pool. As you took a relieved breath, a more or less satisfied smile appeared on your lips. Realising that Jade was still hunched over at the edge if the pool — just within your reach — you immediately swam over to him with a certain excitement to your moves. You watched him curiously; eventually you noticed his hands shaking uncharacteristically.

"Jade, my love, why don't you forget those ear-plugs and give me some company?" You gently grabbed his wrists, smiling brightly. He hesitantly raised his gaze, for once feeling something akin to fear — fear that he would lose himself in your eyes. Staring into his orbs, you realised for the first time that they were full of hidden desire and adoration. "I'm so lonely... all alone in this big pool."

He tried his best to keep up the composed facade that usually hid his feelings away well enough, but deep inside, he seemed to be struggling horribly. "Oh, (Y/n)..." His hold weakened enough to let the ear-plugs dropped into the water, and he seemed to be caught under your spell well enough. But before you could hoist yourself up to press your lips onto his — which would seal the deal — he regained control of himself in a moment of luck. Ripping his wrists out of your hold, he stepped back with the usual unreadable steel expression on his face.

"Jade!" you whined, tail splashing against the water in discontent, desperation, and finally — anger. You reached one hand out towards him, and even attempted to climb over the pool edge, but he simply was too far away. "Don't go!"

"You thought you got me there, didn't you?" he asked, grinning calmly like usually. Little did he know that you were able to catch onto the way he desperately avoided your gaze, and the way he made sure to distance himself further from you. "No chance, my little siren~"

"Let's go, Jade!" Floyd mumbled as he grabbed his brother by his forearm and pulled him back into the building, which Jade was incredibly thankful for. In truth, he had to put up all his willpower in order to resist the control you held over his rapidly beating heart.

A disappointed sigh escaped your lips whilst you let yourself sink back into the depths of the pool, your tail propelling you through the shimmering water with a force unmatched. Looking up at the surface that reflected the last shimmers of the afternoon sun beautifully, you let out a longing sigh. "What fun is there in being a siren if there's no one to mess around with~?"

Throughout the rest of the day, Jade had grown incredibly restless, shaking with anticipation and barely being able to form a word. Of course, he still remained calm and unreadable on the outside to most people — but no one could fool his closest confidants: Azul and Floyd.

Azul, who had noticed his growing change in demeanour, took him aside once he finally had enough of the inefficiency his behaviour created: Jade had barely managed to get a customer's order right. His efficiency had gone down dramatically, which Azul — the almighty business man — definitely didn't like.

"Jade, are you unwell?" the octopus asked whilst pushing his glasses up in annoyance. "It won't prove profitable if you work yourself to death— the longterm consequences would be way too much."

Jade rubbed his temples, wondering if he should just tell Azul the truth. In the end, he decided against it; he wasn't the type to talk about his feelings and problems. "It's nothing," Jade replied, a forced smile on his face, as he tried to walk past Azul with a few dishes in his hand. Much to his dismay, the octopus would have none of it: He waved over another waiter to relieve Jade of the plates.

"Brother, go to bed!" Floyd cried out he appeared beside Azul. "I'll take over washing the dishes for you!"

Jade raised his eyebrows, caught off-guard by his twin's generosity. "You would do that?"

"Only if you do the laundry for a week." Floyd shot him a mischievous look, knowing it was a deal he couldn't shoot down. "What do you say~?"

Letting out an annoyed sigh at having to waste time with this useless chit-chat, Jade complied — mostly because he couldn't wait to see a special someone. "Fine..."

"Good," Azul hummed, glad that the business was taking care of. "Now, does Floyd need to escort you to your room?"

"No," Jade said, his answer shooting right out of him in a way that made him sound a little bit suspicious, as well as alarmingly desperate. He quickly managed to regain his composure though, which caused Azul and Floyd to shoot each other confused glances. "I will manage on my own."

Azul nodded before shooing him out of the lounge, something akin to a worried frown on his face. "Then get some rest. You better be well again tomorrow."

The two didn't notice as Jade walked into the exact opposite direction of the Octavinelle dorm, his legs carrying him towards the pool in the back of the establishment. Even though his mind had fought hard, the longing of his aching heart had eventually won the war.

The way there was long and dreary, even though his long legs made haste. The longer he had to spend time away from you, the more he felt himself running out of air, suffocating.

Finally, he arrived. The backyard was already coloured in dark colours, the night having replaced the vibrant rays of the sun. But the stars and the moon up in the night sky shimmered beautifully, reflecting off the surface of the pool.

As Jade slid the door open to the backyard, he could feel his hands shaking in utter anxiety and excitement. He wasn't the one controlling his thoughts, his heart, and his body — you were, although you weren't aware. His legs a little bit wobbly, he still managed to walk over to the pool which seemed alarmingly quiet. As he knelt down at the edge of the pool, his eyes watched the entity gracefully gliding through the dark water as if he was in a trance.

Eventually, you revealed yourself to the enarmoured male, your head appearing right in front of him. The splashes your sudden appearance created soaked his pants around the knee-area, but he didn't flinch as he felt the liquid touch his skin. "Jade!" you cried out happily as you gently took his hand that idly lay next to him on the ground while making sure that your eyes always were staring into his lovingly, enchanting him even more. "I knew you'd come back for me."

"(Y/n)..." Jade repeated your name over and over again as he extended his other hand to push a strand of wet hair behind your ears. You giggled as you snatched his wrist right up, pressing his palm against your cheek. Your laughter sounded so heavenly — had it always been this way? A radiant smile on his face, he couldn't help but whisper, "You're so pretty, (Y/n)..."

"Have I wrapped you around my finger?" you cooed, your enchanting voice drawing him even closer. There was a vicious grin on your face when you noticed the way he occasionally snapped out of his trance, only to slip and lose himself even more. "You're usually not this... open~! But I like this side or you, Jade."

His eyes darted around the pool in a moment of clarity. Hesitantly, his hands retreated, which was met by a few cries and pouts from your side. "This isn't true, is it?" he mumbled as his hands clenched his heart in pain. Normally, he had no problem concealing and ignoring his feelings — but now, he felt like a fish flopping on land, desperate to have your attention.

"Oh, that doesn't matter, Jade." You opened your mouth, knowing you would have to use your backup plan since he proved quite resilient to your charm. After all, a siren's greatest weapon were her vocal abilities. "Come to me, come to me..." you sang, your voice as alluring as the way your eyes bore into his, able to see all his hidden desires and emotions.

Gripping his head in newfound despair, Jade hissed out, "No... I can't—"

Learning your torso over the edge of the pool, you extended your arm towards him to beckon him over to you with a flick of your wrist. "Come to me... you're the only one for me~" you cooed, the melody invading his mind and taking over his mind until he couldn't form a proper thought anymore. The more his lips curled up into an unnaturally big smile, the more you grew satisfied. "Come to me, Jade."

Having completely succumbed to his desires and affections he had always held for you, he let himself be beckoned closer — until he was kneeling down at the pool edge again. "Yes, my little siren..." he whispered, letting out a blissful sigh when he felt your wet hands cupping his cheeks, pulling his face down towards you. Teasingly, you ran your hand across his neck and shoulders, watching his changing expressions in mischief. The way his eyes fluttered close when your lips ghosted over his ears, as you filled his mind with a soft lullaby, made a vicious grin appear on your lips.

"What a good eel you are..." you cooed as you sensually ran your fingertips down his left arm, causing the fabric of his jacket to dampen. You knew you had him completely ensnared, which is why you could reap your reward now. "Won't you give me a little kiss?" You pulled away, so that you were facing him again.

"I love you, (Y/n)," he murmured, his voice genuine for once. "I've always loved you..."

"I love you, too, Jade~" you cooed before you propelled yourself up with your tail to let your lips collide with his. He reciprocated immediately, leaning into your touch — so much that his fedora slipped off his head and sailed down onto the floor. Giggling mischievously, you wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him into the pool with you. Your lips stayed locked in a passionate kiss, even as Jade collided with the surface of the water and eventually disappeared beneath it with you, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

The next day, you awoke in your own bed with a big headache, unable to remember what had happened yesterday. The last thing you were able to recall was having made a deal with Azul in an attempt to prevent him from forwarding a complaint to Headmaster Crowley about Ace and Deuce destroying one of the lounge's fish tanks.

"Azul..." you mumbled as you gently sat up, your head hurting like after a hangover. A groan escaped your lips. "Maybe I should go ask Azul..."

"Finally awake, eh?" Grim asked as he strode inside of your bedroom, a can of tuna in his paws. Casually, he plopped himself down on the end of your bed. "You looked horrible when Azul and Floyd dropped you off yesterday around midnight."

"...did they say anything?"

Grim shrugged, chewing away on his beloved tuna. "The scary one only said that you were a bothersome little guppy."

"I see..." you hummed, the dreadful feeling from your stomach not really gone. "I need to visit the Mostro Lounge then, Grim. Feel free to help yourself to some more tuna if you're hungry."

The cat's eyes lit up in happiness as he eyed you curiously. "Oh?! Did they give you some 'generosity-potion'?" he mused, grinning from ear to ear as he stormed out of your bedroom and towards the kitchen. "If yes, then you should hang out with them more often~"

The lounge was still closed when you arrived after having basically sprinted there. Chest heaving up and down, you entered to find a lonesome creature cleaning the tables and setting down the chairs: Jade. "Oh hey, Jade—" you chimed, smiling obliviously. "Is Azul around here?"

He immediately shot upright once he recognised that familiar voice. Pupils dilating, he slowly turned around to face you with an eerie smile — one that made you step back in fear. "My little siren..." he whispered, as if someone had flipped a switch inside of him. The more steps you took back, the more he advanced towards you. "I missed you, you know that?"

"Wait, what?" you managed to stutter out when he had you cornered against the bar.

"You just ran away yesterday." He grinned as he planted his hands onto the counter beside you, successfully caging you in. His voice was incredibly calm, to the point it unnerved you more than if he would have screamed at you. "I think someone ought to punish you," he cooed quietly as he brought his face closer to yours.

Not able to keep your calm any longer when he nuzzled his nose into your neck, you yelled out with a red face, "Azul! Floyd! Anyone! Help!"

"Sh, stop yelling..." Jade whispered, his chuckles vibrating against your skin. Your eyes were wide in shock, and your cheeks were as red as a tomato. "Why won't you instead sing a song for me?"

Your heart skipped a beat in relief when you saw Floyd's head poking out from the kitchen. "Oh— Jade found her first..." the energetic eel mused as he carelessly skipped over to the two of you. "Just like yesterday."

"I can't... breathe—" you seethed through clenched teeth, thinking you would die of embarrassment any minute now. Jade wasn't a big help when he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his lap to sit on a bar stool. "Please, help!" You flailed your hands around like a drowning sailor.

Azul peeked out from his office, grinning when he realised what situation you were in. Of course, his mind was only focused on getting the most perks out of the situation. Humming to himself, he suggested, "We could come to an agreement if you signed a contract—"

Close to losing it, you screamed, "Azul! I swear—"

"Fine." Azul rolled his eyes, raising his hands in a mocking defeat. Waving Floyd over, he pointed his finger at Jade who seemed to be rocking you back and forth in his lap, an innocent smile on his lips. "Get your brother away from her, Floyd."

A relieved breath escaped your lips when you were finally free from the eel's death grip. "What's going on?" you asked, unnerved to see Jade rather angrily squirming in Floyd's arms, his eyes filled with such malice that you wanted to hide behind a table. "Seeing Jade like this is terribly unnerving— even more so than usually!"

"...I'll take that as a compliment," Jade mused, shooting you an almost invisible wink that managed to make your heart skip a beat.

Azul put his fingers to his chin, pulling his lips into a little frown. "So, you turned into a siren yesterday after you drank my potion. Then, you managed to ensnare my best worker with your voice..." he explained before shooting Jade an amused look. "In retrospect, Jade must have already harboured strong feelings for you if the effect was this big."

"Does someone have a crush~?" Floyd teased his brother whilst booping his nose, giggling. "How come you never told me that you liked our little guppy here?"

Jade let out an exasperated huff before viciously hissing, "Brother dearest, I swear if you don't let me go, I'll tell everyone about this one time you cried because someone spilled ink on your teddybear—"

Floyd immediately removed his arms from his brother, rolling his eyes. "Fine, he's your problem now, Shrimpy," he said, watching in amusement as his brother immediately waltzed back over to you, only to stand behind you and put his chin onto your shaking shoulder, a satisfied and close-eyed smile on his face.

"A-Ah, it's all good, Jade—" you murmured, wondering if it was safe to push him away — which you knew wasn't, so you decided to ignore the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear as best as possible. "Azul, how long is he gonna be like this? I never thought I'd say this, but I miss the old Jade — this one is even scarier somehow..."

Azul shrugged, somehow finding amusement in your suffering. "It should wear off after a few days. Until then, you just have to live with it, I guess. You knew the risks when signing that contract with me." He wagged his index finger in front of your eyes while cheerfully exclaiming, "And no! Taking legal actions against me is not an option."

"...wouldn't you lose a waiter if Jade is in this condition?" you asked in an attempt to solve this issue peacefully. "You could at least try to act a little bit more concerned..."

"That's why you're gonna work here until he's back to normal," Azul replied easily, looking down at his gloved hands, whistling a soft tune to himself. "Having you around should do the trick. It might even increase his concentration!"

"What?!" you yelled out angrily, which didn't startle Jade at all. He instead patted your head affectionately, simply smiling with closed eyes like he often did. "That wasn't part of the contract—"

"Well, if you want to be left alone with Jade—" Floyd trailed off, which immediately made you jump in horror. You hesitantly turned your head to your right to find Jade smiling at you, showing off his sharp fangs. You shuddered in fear as you inched away from him.

"Fine... fine..." you hissed, seething angrily. Still, you accepted your defeat. "I'll never make a deal with you again, Ashengrotto."

"That's what they always say when I come out on top~" Azul cooed, throwing a waitress uniform at you that Floyd had just brought to him. You caught it with a little yelp, stumbling slightly.

Jade's eyes lit up in excitement as he more or less gently took your hand into his. "Does this mean I'll see you every day at work now?" he asked, looking at you with shimmering eyes filled with utter happiness that hid the real danger lurking behind them.

Your heart sinking in dread and yet skipping a beat when he kissed your knuckles, you cried out, "Mom, come pick me up I'm scared."

[undead-merman]

Can you do nsfw hcs for dom naga Leviathan with sub bunny mc? If not it's ok take care pls!

Thank you for the patience, had to deal with annoying personal shit. Had a good time writing this, just sadly didn't have Editor on this. Regardless I hope you enjoy.

Dom 🐍Naga Leviathan🐍 and Sub Bunny GN-reader NSFW

Before Breeding Season

You looked at the calendar and saw your season coming up and couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, especially in a house of snakes. So vulnerable, but you felt safe in the presence of Leviathan. As eccentric and shy as he was, the way he loved and adored you made you feel safer, and the idea of spreading your breeding season with him? It’s complicated, but you can’t imagine spending it with anyone else.

During any prep, Leviathan nervously offers some supplies. The supplies he offers is all themed or at least has colorful packaging, and it’s surprising how much anime themed stuff he can find for you. Almost everything in your case or room is anime themed if you let him have his way of getting them for you. If you forgot to prep, Leviathan was more than happy to have a bag tucked in a corner for you beforehand.

As much as he hates going out, as much as he despises it, he can’t leave you alone. Not during such a delicate time where anyone might try to hurt you. So he follows you around, slithering behind and flashing hot and angry glares at the others around you, even wrapping his tail around you. But he’ll need a small bag of his own to keep him from drying out on warmer or dryer days.

But when he does wrap his tail around you, he does notice how warm you are compared to normal, and he can’t help but flush and cover his face as he tries to swallow down his excitement and nervousness.

If you ask, he offers you some of his jackets, not exactly understanding why you want them, but his tail shoots out and his finned ears perk up high when he sees you with it. He can help but let a squeak out before wrapping you up like a python and pressing his head in your neck, you couldn’t help a fearful shiver run down your spine with a predator being so close but you relaxed remembering it was Leviathan.

He tries to help you cool down on days you feel somewhat feverish. He lets you laze on his back or stomach while lazing in the tank. Ever once in a while, he uses his tail to splash some cool water on your skin.

During Breeding Season

As the days passed and your cycle came around, you could feel yourself becoming hotter and more shaky around everyone. Even more so with Leviathan and the days before, whatever you decided to do, Leviathan was behind you all the way. When you were a day or two away, he was even closer somehow, with your bag in hand. Anyone who comes within four feet of you gets hissed at as he pulls you back with a gloved hand.

Once it hits you, if you're at RAD, he freaks out a bit, his yellow speckles flickering with light as he carefully scoops you up and holds you over his shoulder, but he’s quivering with that smell you're emitting. A bunny so soft, sweet, and wanting right next to his face, it’s hard to keep himself from salivating. But he’s able to bring you back home.

If you had decided to stay home as soon as that hot and needy fever fell over you, it doesn’t take Leviathan more than a few seconds to find out.

In any case, once he has you in his room, he leaps onto you with his face in your neck, peeling off your clothes. He smiles at your quickened pulse but leaves a soft kiss. You want to get bred? He’s happy to fuck you for days just like you want. What a good little bunny. Just one more thing, ask him, beg him to fuck you. Come on, just a little plea.

Despite his nervousness before, he fucks you right into the floor. With how hot and needy you are and how much your body is craving it, he can easily fit both his dicks inside, stuffing you so much it almost feels like you still need more. And he’s always happy to comply.

The moans you let out are so wonderful, and each one gets him more and more excited, so he’ll make you make some more. He'll pull your ears with a gloved hand as he fucks you, trace his fangs over your skin, and let his tail run over your heated body, squeezing you as your cummed inside over and over.

If the little bunny wants it, he’ll use his tail to fuck you. He’ll watch as it swirls around inside you and thrusts inside you as he watches. His nervousness has faded as he sits in his sunlamp, watching you tremble on his tail.

He adores the reactions you have to him praising you, all the "good little bunny", "you’re so wonderful, so perfect being able to take me like this,", "you’re such an angel looking so good like this. Keep going, "

During the small breaks for you to eat, drink, or take a short and restless nap, he has you cockwarm him. He loves how your body feels so molten around him, warming his lower body. He might have you do this more. Despite this, he does assist you in getting around because your legs are weak. He even feeds you small pieces of food on a toothpick, delighting in having you open that mouth so he can feed you. He loves this side of you.

After Breeding Season

The morning you wake up leviathans right at your side fussing over you and helps you into a cool bath with him where you can just happily float there with him, though he’s really wanting to help you with those aches. He rubs your back with his tail and he’s blood red as he mumbles embarrassed nonsense.

He wraps you up in all kinds of blankets before wrapping you up and coiling around you. Instead of feeling anxious in his coiled body, you’ve never felt so calm and at peace. The fact that your new mate can wrap himself around you is wonderful, and you’ve never felt more safe. Every prey instinct in your body is gone when you are with him.

Leviathan has a hard time dealing with the fact that he’s your mate and somehow still embarrassed about it. Please take it slow with him. He’ll call you mate at some point, just let him use other names for now.

He’s now even more protective of you, especially around his brothers. He needs to be next to you, and he doesn’t let anyone lay a hand on you unless you tell him it’s okay. Even then, he’s pouty until you give him a head pat, or even let him kiss the inside of those soft looking ears of yours.

[darkpurpledawn]

It was a beautiful day, the cloudless sky looked in its mirror and found the waves had subsided enough for proper self-admiration. There were little sounds of plish-plosh, plish-plosh as Aziraphale made his way across the surface of the ocean in a state of dudgeon, like an angry beetle striding across a vast pond.

A voice drifted westward from a small atoll, a voice like succulent fruit after months of dried beef and stale bread, like a fitful night’s sleep after days of watching. A voice like honey from the wildest of flowers.

“Excuse me!” Aziraphale called out, waving his arms at the figure lying on the sandy strip of the atoll before him. “Hello, yes, I really must insist you stop that singing, our crew are so, erm, enthralled by your performance they’ve almost run the ship aground twice now.”

Plodding forward across the water, Aziraphale could see the figure was almost entirely obscured by an immense amount of shiny and oddly dark red hair. They did not appear to be clothed underneath all the hair, but where there should have been legs (and other matters between them), there was only a long, scaly tail that looped into the water.

The singing stopped.

“Angel?!” the mop of hair inquired.

“Oh no no no,” Aziraphale said. “What the devil are you doing here, Crowley, trying to get decent people drowned?”

“Lovely to see you too, Aziraphale.”

“Crowley, I’ve been stuck inside that dreadful-smelling ship for weeks on end, I’m not in the mood for your laughing off attempted murder!”

Crowley picked a small bit of seaweed from his hair in apparent irritation.

“M’not trying to drown anyone, angel--what good would that even do? You off a bunch of good people and Heaven’s got that many more. Much better to entice them a little.”

“Good luck with that,” Aziraphale said waspishly.

Crowley grinned. “Why’ve they got an angel on board, anyway?”

Aziraphale tapped his foot on the water and tried not to look at the uncanny junction of skin and scales on Crowley’s belly, which was strangely distracting.

“There’s an awful lot of superstition about these waters. My superiors don’t approve of that sort of thing, especially not when it turns out that sailors are being diverted from their honest business by--by ersatz mermaids posing seductively on sand bars!”

Crowley raised an eyebrow. 

“So you do think I look seductive.”

Aziraphale sniffed. “Well, I assume that’s the intent.”

“M’not a mermaid, you know, I haven’t got the fin-thingies figured out,” Crowley said, withdrawing his tail from the water to demonstrate its lack of aquatic appendages and wiggling a little. “D’you want a drink, angel? I’ve got some spiced rum and an unopened coconut...”

The open ocean, Aziraphale reflected, was a strange thing. Wandering endlessly between two wobbling disks of sea and sky could make the most unerring of angels a little disoriented, so surely it was no cause for concern that watching Crowley slithering on the rim of the atoll made him feel a bit light-headed. Perhaps he was suffering from heatstroke.

“You alright?”

“Perfectly,” Aziraphale lied. “I suppose I’ll take a drink if you’ll tell me where you learned to sing like that.”

Crowley’s face broke into a worrisome grin and he snapped his fingers. Two frosty glasses of what Aziraphale would later learn to identify as pina colada appeared in their hands, complete with exorbitant dollops of whipped cream.

“It’s this thing doing the singing,” Crowley said, holding up a conch shell. When he tapped it, the enchanting voice began to play from its interior. “I tried doing my own singing, but my high range isn’t spectacular, and I think I just frightened the crabs.”

“So you made this?”

“Yeah--took ages to set the spell properly, had to bring this thing back to my office for a week to let the hex sink in.”

“May I?” Aziraphale asked, setting down his pina colada.

Crowley passed him the shell. Aziraphale gazed at it in wonder, in awe, in delight. Then he threw it as hard as he could into the sea.

“Are you fucking--angel, that must be ten leagues off!”

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale said, picking up his glass. “How clumsy of me.”

Crowley lunged for him, but apparently forgot that he didn’t have any legs, and flopped onto the sand with all the grace of a fish abandoned by the tide.

“You wait until I get that shell back, angel! It’ll be Odysseus Two Point Oh for your stupid boat!”

“Lovely, dear, I look forward to the concert,” Aziraphale replied, and he sipped on his drink as he walked back over the waves.

[rudystopit]

Study Date

[iida Tenya x f!reader] 

summary: you and the other girls started making bets on who the class rep. has a crush on. you decided you’d find out yourself. 

*all characters are third years* 

warning: nsfw but wholesome, stripping, squirting, overstimulation, praising, and fingering. 

wc: 3.4k

You sat with mina and momo at lunch. they sat quietly. You look around. You see the class rep. You two make eye contact and he shyly waves. You flash a bright smile and wave back. You turn back to the other two.

“Let’s make a bet,” you say. You catch their attention. “Who does Mr Iida Tenya have a crush on?” You smile.

“$5, no one,” momo says, “he seems like he’d be the type to say ‘he doesn’t have time’” she laughs.

“$10 Uraraka,” mina says. You write down their bets as the rest of the girls show up.

“Whatcha writing?” Uraraka asks, looking at the paper.

“Bets, want in?” You tell her. you move the notebook so she can see it.

“What are we betting on?” Tsuyu asks, sitting next to mina.  

“Who Iida likes,” mina laughs,  “I said Uraraka,” Uraraka’s face goes red.

“$5 y/n,” Jirou says, sitting down next to momo.  

“Why me?” you ask.

“he stares at you all the time,” Jirou says.

“yeah,” all the girls say.

“i change my bet,” mina says. “$10 on y/n.”

“how about i ask him on a date and you guys pay me the bets, since you guys all think he likes me,” you sneer.

“ok,” mina says.

“fine. $5 each,” you say, getting up. you walk over to where iida is sitting. he’s reading and he looks up to see you. he smiles.

“hello, y/n,” he says sweetly.

“hey, i need help studying for that test. can you help me out?” you ask.

he smiles and says he wouldn’t mind and to come by his dorm this afternoon and he’ll help you. you thank him and walk back to the table. they all act natural when you turn around.

“so?” tooru asks.

“i’m going to his dorm tonight to study,” you sit down and they talk about what think is gonna happen. they start another bet if you’re gonna sleep with him or not.

that afternoon, you walk to his dorm. you wore a simple hoodie and some shorts. you held your books in hand. you didn’t need help on study but it was the only thing you could think of on the spot that didn’t sound to “datey.”

you knocked on his door. you heard some shuffling and the door opens. he stood in the doorway with a white shirt and some sweats. you smile. “hey, y/n, come in,” he opens the door wider.

his dorm was super clean. like show room clean. you doubt there’s even a speck of dust. damn he must clean everyday. you sit at the coffee table and he sits on the side next to you. he opens the textbook and starts reading what the test is going to be about. you zone out to his calming voice. you start to drift off to sleep.

“y/n!” he yells. you snap awake. “really? you asked for help,” he’s voice is rough.

“sorry, it just so boring,” you huff. you put your head on the table. he looks at you. a small smile creeps onto his face. you shoot up with an idea. “let’s make it a game!”

“like what?” he asks. you smile.

“ok, hear me out, every question i get right, i get to ask you a question wrong, one piece of clothing off,” his face gets red, “your choice of clothes, if you want,”

“no,” he almost yells. his face is super red.

“come on tenya~” you beg. “studying is so boring so let’s make it fun!”

“n-no y/n,” he stumbles. you give up and put you’re head on the table. you play with your hands, embarrassed. he probably hates you now, you thought. “well, maybe we could,” you turn your head to him. “w-we could try it. i just don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he played with his hands.

“ok,” you answered.

“ok, umm,” he asks a question about the cell structure. you messed up the er and golgi body. his face goes beat red when he had to pick something for you to take off. “s-shorts, i guess, you don’t want to it’s fin-“ you stand up and pull them down and toss them to the side. you plop back down.

he asks about aerobic respiration. you answer correctly. “shirt,” he pulls it over his head. he looks away as you look at his toned abs.

he asked about the main parts of the cell. “easy, membrane, nucleus, and ctyoplsm,” you answer. “left sock” he gives you a weird look and pulls off his left sock.

“ok describe a lysosome,” he asks. he leans his elbows on the table as you described something and is totally not even close to a lysosome. “wrong,” he smiles. “give me your left sock,” he smiles. you take it off and throw it at him.

“here’s an easy one,” he says

“hey i’ve gotten two correct so far!” you yell.

“ok, do you want a hard one?” he leans over to you. “you really want me to take your clothes?”

your face goes red. “just ask the question.”

“where are organelles found?” he asks.

“in the cytoplasm,” he smiles.

“let me guess, my right sock,” he laughs. you hold out your hand. he pulls it off and hands it to you. “described cell theory,” you ramble on about cell theory but you miss a small part. “ooh so close but you missed apart, hand over the sock,” you glare at him and give him your right sock.

he asked about the parts of a nucleus. you answer. you almost didn’t get it right up, but you caught yourself. “well, gimme the pants,” his face is bright red the whole time he takes off his pants. he sits back down and won’t look you in the eyes. you’ve never seen his legs up close or with out the mufflers. you let your hand crease his calf. he tenses up. he crosses his arms and closes his eyes as you feel his leg.

“does it ever hurt?” you ask mindlessly.

“sometimes,” he answers. “not my legs but the rest.” you’ve heard about his quirk but you never could fully understand it. “let’s get back to studying,” his tone felt serious. he asks about the mitochondria and you say some dumb shit.

“come on. it’s literally the easiest thing to remember,” he yells.

“damn i’m sorry,” without thinking you take off your hoodie and hand it to him. he freezes and his face goes instant tomato red. you completely forgot what bra you were wearing. the lacy black one that you only wear when it’s a special occasions or laundry day. your cheeks get hot as he stares. “next question!” you yell.

“uh... ummm... oh, here, which organelle’s function is likely to be impaired because of an mutation?” he asks trying not to look at you.

“i don’t know ribosomes,” he looks at you with wide eyes. ha you got it right.

“c-correct,” he stumbles. he straights get up.

“the glasses! four eyes!” you’re beyond red. you hold out your hand. he takes them off. you stare at him. he only got hotter. he looks at you squinting.

“what?” he asks.

“n-nothing, next question!” you say looking away.

“Which of the following observations tells her that the organism is eukaryotic?” he asks with the book inches away from his face.

“ughh ribosomes again?” you say. he squints at you.

“no,” he quickly looks away and holds out his hand. you take off your bra and hand it to him. he looks at it and squints. face, red. he drops it. “bad time to ask for my glasses back?”

“iida tenya did you just flirt with me!” you joke.

“n-no i meant to read the questions!” he gets all fluster. you put the glasses across to him. he puts them on and blinks a few times. then he looks at you. his mistake because he instantly looks away with a mad blush.

you laugh and crawl over to him. he refuses to look at you. you grab his chin. he looks at your face only. “it’s okay, tenya. i don’t mind,” you drop his chin and grab his hand. you bring it up to your chest. he doesn’t know what to do at first but he looks down and starts squeezing it softly. his cheeks are super red. you smile at how cute he is. his hand drops and he turns tkt be book.

“well we should get back to work,” you decided not to fight it and sat down and waited for the question. “are you single?”

“yes,” you answer. “hey that correct!” you joke. he looked at you like deer in headlights. “i’m joking. also why would i ask to play this game if i dating someone?”

“i don’t know,” he says shyly. “What type of microscope would be most effective for studying a living cell?” he asks.

you thought a little bit then answered magnifying glass. he looks at you. “wrong” you got up and then turned around. you slowly pulled down your panties. you tossed them at him which he dodged. you laugh and sit back down.

“umm, Which of the following choices correctly describes the composition of a ribosome?” he asked.

“contains RNA, proteins, and... lipids?” you ask. he pinched the bridge of his nose, he sighs.

“no,” he looks at you. “what now?”

“hmm. you seem like you’ve never touched a girl so i guess everyone i get wrong you can explore?”

he’s overwhelmed. he’s way over his head. you broke him. “n-no,”

“fine ask me a question about myself,” you say leans back on your elbows. your whole body on display. he couldn’t help but stare.

“Based on the diagrams, which organism(s) are eukaryotic and why?” he slides the book to you. you sit up and stare. he soaked in every inch of your body.

“2 and 3? cause? they both have the tails?” you questions.

“come on y/n,” he huffed. “are you doing this on purpose?”

“yes,” you answer bluntly. he’s jerks back stunned.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“nope, one question per lost,” you wave your figure in his face.

“Which of the following junctions form a watertight seal between neighboring cells?” then he lists four things. you think about it and try remembering that lesson. you remember hearing tight junction.

you get close to tenya and you put your index finger on the band of his boxers. you whisper in his ear “tight junction,” you snap his waistband. you sit back down facing away as he takes them off. you look over your shoulder. he’s scowling at you.

he flips through the book, “What is the primary function of the rough endoplasmic reticulum?” he asks and looks at you. you stare off thinking of the answer.

“modifying proteins!” you shout. he smiles.

“okay, hit me, what something your dying to know?” he laughs leaning on the table to hide his lap.

“virgin?” you ask.

“...yeah,” he says shyly.

“awww,” you yell and put your hand on his arm.

“Which of the following proteins attach desmosomes to one another?” he asks.

“a what?”

“desmosomes are junctions that attach themselves to its neighbors,” he explains. you move closer. you warm your arms around his. he tenses up and tries to push you off.

“like this?” you laugh.

“y-yes y/n g-get off,” he gets you off.

“hmmm, connexins?” you ask.

“nope, why are you doing this?” he asks in a hella scary tone.

“because,” you answer laying down, looking at the ceiling. you turn to him. he’s rubbing his temples.

“no seriously y/n!” he yells.

“damn fine, because i wanted to know if you liked me,” you answer sitting up. you tweedle with your hand. “mina and the other girls said they catch you staring at me and we wanted to know if you liked me,” you mumble. “it’s fine you don’t and i can leave if you want,” you reach over to grab your hoodie.

he grabs your wrist, “we’re not done studying,” what the fuck is up with him and study...

you sit back down and he looks through the book. “ah, Which of the following is a function of the extracellular matrix?” and he lists stuff out.

“i don’t know, storing genetic info?” you say shrugging. you weren’t feeling this anymore. you feel exposed and kinda tired.

“wrong, do you like me?” he asks.

“i guess,” you look at your feet. “after today yeah,”

“ok, Which of the following statements is true regarding gap junctions?” he asks.

“tenya, i don’t know, can we just stop,” you ask.

“nope,” he sighs, “fine, here’s a different question, Which of the following statements regarding chloroplasts is false?”

“thylakoids are pigments found in the chloroplast that’s what give plants the green color,” you sigh.

“correct,” he says. “what’s your question?”

“can i leave?”

“no, ask a better one,” he rolls his eyes.

“fine, who do you like?” you huff looking at the book. he moves next to you and grabs your chin. he lightly kisses you. it takes a second for you to process what is going on. he pulls away. he puts his hand on the back of his neck and laughs.

“i’ve liked you for awhile now. i just thought you had i think with someone mina is friends with,” he smiles. you just blank stare at him. you brain is somehow empty but also having a million consecutive thoughts at the same time. “sorry, you can leave if you want,” he moves back to his spot on the floor.

you practically lunge at him. your arms around his neck. you sit on his lap. you smash your lips against his. he’s taken by surprise but he closes his eyes and his hands make their way to your hips. you smile into the kiss. you part your lips and swipe your tongue across his lips. he pulls away.

“sorry, i’m not tha-“ you cut him off but kissing him and shoving your tongue into his mouth. you explore ever inch and your fingers tangle in his hair. his hands explore your body. he feels every inch of your back, ass and shoulder.

you pull away with a string of silva connecting you two. “i want to,” you pause. he thinks for a second. his eyes widen and he blushes.

“are you sure?” he asks. “we don’t have to it you don’t want to,”

“do you want too?” you ask.

he looks you on his lap, “yes, a lot,” he smiles. you get off of him and stand up. you hold out your hands for him. he grabs them and stand up. he pulls you to him and you rest your head on his chest. he kisses your head. you look up at him and he kisses your forehead. he starts to walk and you stumble back. he keeps giving you small pecks around your face. you giggle as he plays with your hands while walking. the cold back hit the wall.

he leans over you. he looks down at you and smiles. you smile back.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispers. he dips his head to your neck and kisses till he find the spot that makes you melt. he leaves it purple and he drops your hands. his hands travel down your sides and onto your thighs. he grabs them and pushes you up. you hop in his arms. he grips right under your ass

“little hands there, lover boy,” you laugh.

“i’ve been wait so long for this, let me,” he winks and carries you to his bed. he lays you down gently. he kisses your neck and leaves a trail of small kisses down your chest and to you stomach. he rubs your hips. you tangle you fingers in his blue hair.

he smiles and moves away from you. you sit up, watching him. he squats down to his dresser and shuffles the clothes around. you hear a box get ripped open. you start laughing. of course he’s prepared. he looks over his shoulder.

“you’re cute,” you say. he blushes even more and you hear the ripping of plastic. he puts the condom on and walks back to you. he leans down and cups your face. he smiles down at you.

“are you sure?” he asks. you nod. “use your words, darling,” his thumb rubs your cheek.

“yes, tenya, i’m 100% sure i want you,” you whisper. he kisses your forehead and he pushes his tip in. you moan into his chest. he’s grateful you can’t see his face. you grab his hips and pull him closer.

he stretches you out. everything about him is huge so why wouldn’t his dick be just as big. you squeeze your eyes shut and moan louder into his chest. he bottoms out.

“are you ok?” he asks.

“yes ten,” you smile. he leans down and kisses your cheeks and travels down to your neck. he kisses your collarbone. you roll your hips slightly and tenya’s breathing hitches. you move him hips and he takes control. he slowly thrusts in and out. you wrap your legs around his hips. your arms snake around his back. he hugs you and picks up the pace.

“damn, y/n you feel so good,” he whispers. he starts slamming into you. you claw into his back and moan into his neck. “god you sound amazing,” he loves how your pussy clenches around him. he starts groaning in your ear and he comes. he lays on your and pants on your neck. he pulls out and walks to the bathroom.

you hear the water running from the sink. you lay there. he comes back and crawls in bed behind you. his huge arms wrapping around you. he kisses the back of your neck. he picks you up and sides underneath you. he’s sitting up against the headboard and you’re snuggled into his chest. one of his hands slides down your stomach. he slips two fingers in between your folds. he rubs a small circle around your clit. you bite your lip and move your legs wider. he keeps one of his arms across your chest.

“come on, darling, i want to hear you,” he says and moves his fingers faster. you let out a breathy moan. he kisses your shoulder. he moves his two fingers to your entrance. he slips them in. you out his name. he pumps his fingers for a little bit then curls them. you try to arc your back but his arm holds you against his chest.

his fingers rub against the rough part of your pussy. he moves his fingers at an inhuman speed. you moan out, “come on princess, come on my fingers,” with that you come undone on his fingers. he keeps his pace and you ride out your high until you feel like you have to pee. he keeps going.

“tenya, too much,” you moan out gripping onto his arm and wrist. he keeps going. yelled out and you felt a liquid flow out of you. you pant and you bury your face into his arm.

“yes, good girl,” he pulls his fingers out of your aching pussy. you watch him rub his fingers together with the slick fluid. he kisses your neck. “don’t worry baby. i just know the female body,” he kisses your shoulder.

he scoops you up bridal style and walks you to the bathroom. he sits you on the toilet while he starts a bath. you head swirl and you felt like passing out. you hang your held and close your eyes. tenya moves to sit in between your legs. his arms wrap around you waist. you put your hand on his head. you pet his soft hair. you two sat like that for a few minutes.

he moves away and feels the water. he takes your hands and pulls you up. he kisses your forehead. he pulls your closer into a hug.

“you’re amazing,” you whisper. he chuckles and pulls away. he climbs into the bath and follow in with him. you lay your head on his chest and the warm water relaxes your muscles. his arms are wrapped tightly around you arms. you played with his fingers. you drift off the sleep.

a warm sun hits your face. your eyes slowly open and your met with a sleeping tenya. you smile and shuffle closer to him. he smiles and grabs your waist and pulls you to his chest. you kiss him. he kisses back and opens his sleepy eyes.

“that’s a great way to wake up,” he mumbles. you giggle and snuggle into his chest.

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Once a year.

It’s not every often you come across a birthday twin, but I’ am lucky enough to have found one.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US @ben-c-group-therapy 🎂🥂

Warnings: Fluffy and Flirty...Bearded Nick first, Miguel under the ***

WC: 1527

Enjoy x

It was Amanda that organised it all after you had told her you only wanted something small, and little did you know, because you thought he had left after he had words with Liv, Nick stuck around knowing your birthday was coming up that weekend and helped Amanda plan a night out so they could spoil you. They booked your favourite Thai restaurant and booked a table at your favourite night club. You turned up at the time you were told too, dressed feeling amazing in your little black dress and heels, your hair perfect and make up just enough. You walked into the restaurant seeing Fin, Liv, Amanda and Sonny, making your way over to the table. They all greeted you, kissing and hugging you tightly,

“We didn’t know what to get you” Amanda grabbed your hand “But we hope you like it”

You felt his body heat and the tickle of his beard on your shoulder, before you felt his hands on your hips and his lips at your ear,

“Happy Birthday, darlin’” he muttered, your belly filling with butterflies.

You spun around almost squealing with excitement when you heard Nick, Amanda letting go of your hand and you hooked an arm around his neck and all but jumped on him, his arms wrapping around you,

“I thought you went home” you pulled back from Nick looking over his handsome face.

“Couldn’t miss a chance to celebrate with you, Y/N” Nick winked “Just like old times”

Your make-up was running, your hair was thrown up in a pony tail wet from sweat, your sides and cheeks hurt from laughing, your hips cold missing Nick’s hands resting on them and your feet were going to drop off from all dancing. Slowly everyone started to leave as the night rolled to the early hours, Liv and Amanda leaving first to get home to the kids, Fin a little while later followed by Sonny. You had gone back to sit down in your booth while Nick went and got two bottles of water and you wanted to rest your feet feeling the blisters under the straps of your shoes. You were surprised when he was back so quick considering the length of the lines.

Nick sat down right next to you, the side of his body right on yours, handing you the bottle of water and throwing an arm around your shoulders. His hand rested on your shoulder and his thumb ran over it. You opened the bottle of water and rested your free hand on his thigh. Nick lent over kissing your cheek and then his lips were at your ear,

“Had a good birthday?”

“Yeah” you lent close to his ear so he could hear you over the music “Thank you for staying. I forgot how dangerous those hips were” you sat back from him waiting for his reaction. You saw the big grin pull to his face, he licked his lips and lent close to your ear again, pulling you into his body by your shoulder,

“I know mi amor, that’s a lie, you could never forget how dangerous these hips are”

You let out a laugh that couldn’t be heard over the music and patted his thigh before he pulled you back into him again, his now free hand cupping your cheek and he bent his head catching your lips and kissing you sweetly at first, till you grabbed his thigh tight, your nails digging slightly into the inside of it and he deepened it. You moved your head to give him more access and your tongues played with each other’s, your hand going up to thread in his soft salt and pepper facial hair. Nick broke the kiss finally, his forehead landing on yours for a moment before his lips where at your ear once more,

“I forgot how dangerous it was to kiss you” Nick saw the sparkle in your eyes at his words, the desire spread across your face and he lent over again with a smirk “My hotel is 10 minutes away, let’s go?”

“Best birthday ever”

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The girls always made you feel special on your day, and this year wasn’t any different. Your favourite pasta delivered to your place, you getting ready and having pre drinks there as well, to then getting a cab to the most popular night club in town. But this time, they decided at try the new one that had opened on the outskirts of town, you all deciding if it was no good to head over to the other one and continue on with your night of drinking and dancing. Your blue puffy sleeved short dress showing off your waist and your comfortable heels showing off your legs, your hair pulled back and curled, your make-up making your eyes pop and your lips shine.

Latin music was flowing through the doors while security checked your id and you were then showed to the VIP area by a host just inside the door. You had only been at the table long enough to order some drinks and take in the club surroundings when a waiter walked over with your tray of drinks followed close behind by another waiter holding a sliver bucket with a big bottle of champagne surrounded by ice and a hand full of glasses. The waiters sat everything down and the one that sat down the champagne, you grabbed her elbow and she lent down close to you so she could hear you over the music,

“Excuse me, we didn’t order that” you pointed to the ice bucket.

“Complements of Mr Galindo” She looked over her shoulder and pointed to the handsome man standing next to the bar.

Your eyes ran over his body in the tight grey suit with waist coat and white button down, up to his salt and pepper beard and perfectly gelled hair. Your eyes finally met his and he gifted you a wink making you blush and you smiled small back,

“Oh my god, Y/N” your friend grabbed your arm pulling you back to look at her “Miguel- the Miguel Galindo. You have to go and say thank you”

“I don’t-“

“It’s your birthday, live a little. Go now” your friend all but pushed you to stand up from your seat.

You rolled your eyes, pushing your dress down as you stood up. You reached for the bottle of champagne, popping it open and then grabbed two glasses, half filling them. You picked the glasses up and started to make your way towards the handsome grey suited man through the crowded dance floor, who was now leaning on the bar watching you as you walked towards him. He stood up straight, puffing his chest out and hocking his thumbs in the waist of his pants before narrowing his eyes at you with a predatory stare. You finally got to him, handing him one of the glasses, the tips of his fingers brushing yours making you shiver and he smiled down at you. You lent forward getting up on your tippy toes and close to his ear,

“Thank you, Mr Galindo for the champagne”

“You’re welcome hermosa, a beautiful woman like you needs to be treated like a queen on her special day. Feliz cumpleaños” Miguel smirked at you and held his glass to you waiting for you to clink yours with his. The chime of the glasses as they met couldn’t be heard over the music before Miguel lent down close to your ear, his hand going to your hip, “Hope your boyfriend got you something nice”

You blushed and shook your head, moving it so your lips were now at his ear,

“I don’t have a boyfriend” you pulled back and battered your eye lashes up at him and he licked his lips back in response.

His hand on your hip slid around to rest on your lower back and he pulled you into him, your free hand going to rest on his solid arm and he kissed your cheek, his beard covering your skin in goose bumps,

“Think your friends will mind if I steal you away for a bit?”

You looked over your shoulder at your table, all your friends smiling down at you and giving you the thumbs up. You turned back to look at him shaking your head. Miguel sat his glass followed by yours on the bar and grabbed your hand in his big warm one pulling you towards the back of the club through a set of double doors. The doors closed behind you muffling the noise and Miguel walked you up a carpeted hall way,

“Do you always treat birthday girls like this?”

Miguel let out a chuckle, stopping in his tracks. His free hand came up to grip your chin tipping your head back and he slowly lowered his face, his lips catching yours, kissing you sweet but needy, his warm lips and the tickle of his beard on your face made your knees tremble. Miguel pulled back, this thumb rubbing over your chin and he gave you a wink,

“Only the special ones”  

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