#HOW FAST DID HE SWIM

[raayllum]

officially at the point of rewatching almost any episode in this goddamn show where I just look at how much and intensely Callum loves people and I get overwhelmed bc like. can he relax for 5 seconds ever about it?? the answer is no

[breakfastteatime]

Men really can manspread anywhere...

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Pt. 1

Your obsession with the four men kept growing inside you and two days later, you found yourself once again close to the surface. It was easy to spot them, the water around you and them was deserted otherwise. Well, at least if you didn’t count the fish and other sea creatures.

Always keeping out of sight, you watched as they enjoyed their time in the water. Whether they were swimming, diving, snorkeling or just playing around, you stayed nearby. One on hand, you wanted to keep them safe. The sea was dangerous, you knew that firsthand, having to fight against bigger predators daily. But…there was something pulling you to them as well. When you first saw them, you were scared. After all, every time you met humans before, they tried to take you. Wrapped their hands around you, sometimes even used nets. But you always got away somehow.

“Oi! Johnny! Come back here!” You peeked out from behind the rock you were using to hide and saw one of the men on a floating thingy, slowly drifting out to sea. He was fast asleep, not realizing how far off he had gotten. Suddenly, your heart started to beat faster as you realized that he began to drift out to an area that was known for its strong currents.

Not thinking, you dove under the water and swam to him as quickly as you could. By the time you reached him, he seemed to have woken up, but he had also been caught by a current. Although he wasn’t threshing around, you could sense the panic boiling inside him.

You breached the surface right next to him and could immediately hear the others yelling at him to stay calm. But when the man caught the movement next to him and saw you, he shrieked and tumbled off the weird thing. The moment, he hit the water, he was pulled away by the current. You quickly grabbed him under his arms and pulled him back up, using your fin to keep you both afloat. “Wha-” He sputtered, looking at you with wide eyes.

You looked right back, still holding him, before motioning for him to hold his breath. The moment he did, you dove back under and pulled him along, using the strength of your fin to navigate the both of you out of the current and back towards the beach, where the others were still waiting.

As soon as it was shallow enough, you let go of the man and turned around, about to swim away, when someone else called out. “Wait!” You hesitated, glancing back to see an older man with a beard, slowly walking toward you. His hands were raised and you quickly realized that he was the man that freed you. When he noticed that you weren’t about to bolt away, he lowered his hands again and smiled at you so sweetly. “Thank you. For saving that idiot.” He pointed to the still gasping individual, who, even though he looked as if he had just swam an atlantisthon, still managed to grin at you and send you a wink. “Aye, thank you bonnie.”

You were quickly joined by the other two, but the one that spoke first, made sure they didn’t get too close, so they wouldn’t spook you. “Do you…Can you understand us?” You slowly nodded, and the man chuckled, looking at you with sparkling eyes. “That’s good. My name’s John. These are Johnny, Simon, and Kyle.” You took all of them in. They looked like warriors, well built and covered in scars - some more than others - but they also looked so…nice. Not something you ever thought of the mer-warriors. Quietly, almost too quiet, you whispered your own name back, your voice breaking, not used to you speaking. The man repeated it just as quietly, almost as if trying how it sounded from his lips and you couldn’t help but smile at all of them.

And so, an unlikely friendship began. Every day, you would join them on the beach, show them tricks, win breath-holding contests and play with them. At some point, late at night, you found yourself sitting in the shallow water with the silent one of the group. Both of you so still, that fish had started to swim around you. With a smile, you started to play with it, not noticing Simon staring at you. “You’re beautiful.” Wide-eyed, you turned to look at him, surprised to see him smiling softly at you. Your mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say, but he just leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, before getting to his feet and trudging back to the building on the beach. “See you tomorrow.”

The next day, you noticed them growing more affectionate. Their touches more intent and lingering for longer. Their bodies were suddenly much closer to yours and their eyes were constantly on you. But when John gently cupped your face while the others were getting food from inside, you pulled back, fear in your eyes. He looked surprised, stunned, and confused. “I-I’m sorry if that was too much. I promise I would never do anything without your permission.” Your chest heaved as you breathed quickly, fear clawing at your heart. “W-When humans kiss us…we…we become human too.” John’s eyes widened and he stumbled back, stuttering further apologies, but you just turned around and swam away, still scared. But at the same time, there was a small voice in the back of your head, asking if it truly would be so bad to be a human. To be with them.

Pt. 3

A/N: Still inspired by @beloveds-embrace. I love you!!

@totalapathy @soniiyi @littleindulgences @terrifiedanimegirl @harmonysonata @dotmistbird @z-wantstowrite @small-mean-dwarf @kthehoeforfictionalmen @limeleag

[frombookstoretobookstore]

In Sickness and In Health

Abbot x Sick!Reader (Platonic) Robby x Reader (Because who doesn't want to be cared for by this hunk)

Masterlist

You’re trying to listen to Robby as he gathers the day shift before things get too busy, you really are. However, you’re working harder to hold in the chest rattling cough that’s plagued you for the past 24 hours.

You lean against the nurses’ station, one hand on the counter the other on your knee as a pained cough finally rattles past your lips, another two or three escaping with it. 

You hear Robby pause slightly, him and Dana shooting you a look of concern.

“Wrong pipe,” you wheeze, pointing to the cup of crappy hospital coffee next to. You must be convincing enough as they both turn their attention back to the meeting.

Robby ends the meeting and people start to disperse. You offer him a small thumbs up as you drink the coffee, begging the warmth to sooth your throat.

“Don’t be stupid, I can see your forehead veins.” Dana mutters as you look up and glare at her, daring her to call your bluff. “Be a real shame if someone told Jack.”

Your eyes widen and before you can plead with her not to tell him, another fit of coughing doubles you over and makes your head swim.

“I think I’m about to eject my lungs out of my damn face.” You groan, sucking up a disgusting amount of snot before righting yourself, the world swimming slightly.

“You shouldn’t even be practicing medicine with the number of cold meds in your body, let alone be here.” She hisses over the counter, knowing how stubborn you could be.

“I’m fine.” You wheeze, placing your head over your arms on the counter, begging your body to pull it together.

“How the hell did you get this past Jack” Robby asks as he tips your head back, hand on your forehead.

You groan and bat his hands away. “I’m fine.” It comes out as a whine, your sinuses throbbing with each word.

What you don’t see is the silent conversation between Dana and Robby, both already knowing that you’re anything but fine. You stumble slightly as the world tilts, Robby supporting you by your elbow.

“Alrighty, let’s get you to South 4. Dana, fluids please.” You try to bat off Robby again as he guides you towards an open bed, Dana chuckling from behind.

You go to reassure him once again that you’re fine, that not even Jack noticed. But the world lurches and you stumble, your knees buckling.

“Alrighty kiddo, you’re done.” Robby says as he scoops you up, carrying you towards the trauma room. The world is swimming, and you try your best to stay awake, but the universe slowly closes in.

You wake to Dana sitting on her phone next to your bed, her feet propped on the edge of the bed. You groan and turn to fully face her, your body not responding quite as fast as you need it to.

“You move anymore, and I’ll put you in soft restraints. Nearly decked Robby when we put your IV in.” She doesn’t look up, her no nonsense tone enough to stop you from moving. A groan escapes your lips.

“Way to go. You’ve got influenza A kid. We’ve got you on fluids as you dehydrated yourself chugging coffee.” She laughs as she removes her feet from the bed and leans onto the bed, brushing hair out of your face.

“Please tell me you didn’t call him. He’ll kill me for not telling him and himself for not noticing.” You groan, your throat still scratchy and raw from coughing. Another cough rattles your chest.

“Going to work with a 100-degree fever, are you stupid?” Jack says as he rushes in, his hand on your forehead as he checks the saline bag you’re hooked up to. You groan, sending a glare to Dana. She holds up her hands in mock defense.

“If you’re going to shoot the messenger, aim for Robby.” She says as she pats your hand as she gets up to leave. “He barely got out that you’d passed out before this one freaked.”

“I didn’t pass out.” You say groggily as Jack takes a seat next to you, “I just got suddenly tired. Get that shit out of my face.” You bat at Jack as he starts shining his pen light in your eyes, his hands coming to put pressure on your sinuses. You groan at the pressure and pain.

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you develop a sinus infection.” He’s gone full clinical as he assesses you, talking out loud to no one in particular. “Well, they’ve got you on fluids, we’ll get you on an anti-viral as well. Add in some fever reducers and rest, you’ll be fine.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you scrunch your nose.

“Get out of here, I don’t want you getting sick.”

“I don’t’ get sick.”

You groan at his steadfastness, his unrelenting worry oozing from his eyes.

“Just discharge me and I’ll sleep it off on the couch, I’ll be fine.” You groan, pulling the blanket up to your chin, suddenly cold.

“You aren’t sleeping on the couch hotshot; I’ve got a full healing regiment I’m keeping you to once I get you home.” Jack smooths back your hair as you groan.

“I can manage.” You cough, turning away as to not cough directly in his face.

“Doesn’t mean you have to. You’re sicker than hell, let me help you out on this one.” He speaks. 

“Just get me home, and I’ll be fine.” You whine; another cough makes your tired lungs hurt.

“As soon as we finish hydrating you, be a good girl and finish that saline.” He laughs as you weakly put up a middle finger. “There’s my girl. I’ll get your discharge paperwork done and then you’re getting the full Abbot treatment once we get home. I don’t care if you don’t want to, you lost autonomy privileges when you snuck that sickness past me at shift change today.

You only groan at the pain in your head. “Stop talking, you’re hurting my head with your ego.”

“Love you to!” He says with a laugh as he goes to get you discharged so he can care of you at home.

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Lmk what you think! This was purely self indulgent because I'm sick and love the idea of that man taking care of me.

[tbaluver]

Hey!

I love your husband/dad version of the love and deepspace boys!

I was wondering if you could do like headcanons or something of them picking out outfits for the baby or babies?

Maybe add Caleb only if you want to or are comfortable with it, I don't see much with him and since he's a new love interest i wonder what it would be like for him?

Love your work!!!

Picking Out Baby Clothes With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre/ tags: fluff fluff a/n: hihi my lovely ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ MWAH thank you so much my angel for reading my works !! i love writing them as dads or soon to be dads so much so this was a rlly cute headcanon to write (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ hopefully i did this justice pls lmk but if not ill try to add more later ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ i hope you enjoy reading ! p.s i love ur banner (∩˃o˂∩)♡

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Xavier:

Xavier was in complete awe the moment he stepped into the store with you. Everything looked so small and the thought of your future baby would eventually fit into all these tiny clothes hit him hard. He couldn’t shake the feeling in his chest that his child was already growing so fast and he wanted to savor every moment of it.

Shopping for baby essentials was easy enough but shopping for clothes were a different story. Xavier stood beside you in the baby clothing aisle, looking at the tags with a confused expression. He was unsure if he should show you the 0-3 month size one or the 3-6 month one, so he’ll just grab both sizes and explain to you later that your little one would grow into them eventually. Plus it would look cute to look back on and compare from how much they've grown.

But what really got Xavier were the onesies. He kinda blacked out and picked out so many without even realizing it. Each one made him imagine how adorable your baby would look in it, tiny with their squishy little cheeks as if they were a little plushie.

Zayne:

Zayne would start off with a basket in his hand as you both strolled through the store so you can keep your arms linked together, just in case you started feeling tired, even if you were still in your early stages of pregnancy. But he’ll quickly swap it out with a cart after noticing how much energy and time you were putting into picking out baby clothes.

You’d catch the softest smile on his face whenever he picked up the smallest items. Tiny socks that were meant for a three month old that could barely stretch over his thumb or the little beanies that shrunk when he compared them to his hands. The clothes were tinier than he’d ever imagined and he couldn’t help but imagine how quickly your little one would soon arrive and would be growing into them soon.

Zayne would let you be in charge on picking out the ones that caught your eye whether it were bright colors or playful patterns, he’ll give you the space to choose whatever style you liked best for the baby. Every now and then, he’ll hold up a piece, showing you the ones he thought would be perfect for your future baby. His choices would always be thoughtful, carefully deciding the style and material that would keep them warm on chilly days or nights or light, breathable materials for warmer months.

Rafayel:

You two would spend HOURS in that store, completely immersed in picking out clothes for your little children that are due in a few more months. Each piece would vary on the color for the seasons. Every outfit and piece sparked a conversation, discussing why each piece would be cute on your babies and why they need it. It didn't take long to persuade him and it would immediately be in the cart

But before you knew it, wandering further into the store were toddler sized outfits and Rafayel was already imagining your babies growing up, they weren’t even born yet.

He’d get ahead of himself, picking out swimwear for your babies, picturing their first dip into the water with him and then later on, their first swim together. He’d also start choosing adorable outfits that would match or compliment each other's outfits for the perfect family photos you’d take together in the future.

Sylus:

You both already did your fair share of online shopping together with him, filling up the online cart with baby clothes you liked and loved. Sylus would make sure to select the express delivery even though your baby wasn’t due for a couple months, plus it's not like it'll hurt his card anyway. But if you ever felt like that wasn’t enough and you wanted to see more in person, he won't hesitate to take you out to shop.

This would already be your third cart in the store while Luke and Kieran wrap up the other two carts that were filled with baby supplies and toys you both might need. Now, the current cart was almost overflowing with baby clothes you thought would be perfect for your little one in a few months.

Sylus would let you roam around the aisles, admiring how focused you were while he pushed the cart around. He'd also throw in a few suggestions of matching outfits with your baby. Some could be for an event or just some casual wear that you could match with them at home. He would also have to remind you that the adorable little pieces you showed him were already ordered online, a little smirk tugging on his lips as he watched you fall in awe with the clothes all over again.

Caleb:

Shopping with Caleb would be filled with excitement and nostalgia. He’d pick out baby clothes that reminded him of what you wore when you were younger, he just wants his little baby to look just as cute as their mama. He’d also gravitate towards anything with adorable apple designs, which also means getting cute little baby bibs for them when they're ready for feeding

The entire time you two are shopping, he’ll frequently hold up a tiny outfit, his eyes lighting up as he explains to you how it reminded him of you when you were younger, no matter how embarrassing the story was, he'll manage to convince you to add it to the cart. He’d imagine how adorable it would be if a mini version of you wore it. He'll also add in a toddler apron so they can cook beside him in the kitchen in the future

He’s already planning ahead and imagining recreating those precious childhood photos of you and wanting to capture those same moments with your little one soon.

[saintobio]

REVERENCE.

when months of restraint led to silly arguments and an unexpected addiction—and now you're left wondering if his bed comes with a warranty.

౨ৎ pairings. sylus, fem!reader

౨ৎ genre. explicit smut, pwp 18+

౨ৎ tags. dom!sylus, soft!sylus, profanity, teasing, sexual tension, possessive undertones, insecurity, emotional intimacy, virginity loss, little to no angst, banter, fast-paced smut

౨ৎ notes. happy birthday big bad boss-man <3 him and his damn private pool did things to me, sooo here’s a short one. divider by enchanthings. reblogs/comments are highly appreciated!

The water shimmered like obsidian glass beneath the moonlight, glinting with each subtle movement of his body. Sylus cut through the surface with deliberate grace, every stroke fluid, every breath a display of absolute gorgeousness. His back arched with each pull through the water, muscles contracting with each move, shoulders broad and smooth, tapering into that ridiculous V-line that disappeared below the waistband of his swim trunks. God, and the soft illumination from the pool lights played against his skin, highlighting every dip and ridge of his toned body. Honestly, sometimes he looked less like a man and more like some Greek god or a myth carved from heavenly sin. And it certainly fit how one of his favorite classic records—Chaconne in G Minor, to be exact—was playing in the background, emphasizing what majestic god of a man was relaxing in the pool. 

You were supposed to be reading. Or pretending to, at least.

Instead, you found yourself slouched in the lounge chair beside the pool, the chilled stem of a wine glass resting against your thigh, and eyes glued to the man in the water like he was a scene from a forbidden dream. You’d seen Sylus shirtless more times than you could count by now. Hell, you lived with the man. But there was something different about watching him like this. This raw, unfiltered sight of him like you were spying on a secret he never meant to share.

And yet, deep in the pit of your stomach, something churned.

Six months.

Six months of being his—whatever this was. Girlfriend. Partner. Possession, sometimes, when he was feeling particularly growly. 

Half a year of stolen glances and hidden touches and shared beds. Of whispered sweet nothings in the dark, of his fingers memorizing the lines of your body like he wanted to carve them into his memory. You were his, and he made sure you knew it every time he held your jaw and called you kitten, every time he stood behind you in public with a hand on your lower back like a gentleman. 

​​But every time things went too far, every time your back hit a mattress and you whispered that you were ready, he’d stop. He just never went all the way. And while his kisses were fire and his touches were thunder, you couldn’t shake the one thought in your head: Why hasn’t he?

Look, you didn’t want to ask. Not directly. Because maybe you didn’t want to hear the answer. It could be… restraint? Patience? Or was it disgust, after all? Maybe he hated the curve of your thighs or the way your stomach folded when you sat. Maybe he didn’t want to see you undone because, deep down, he didn’t think you were worth ruining.

Your grip tightened around the glass. You knew how he looked at you. You felt his hunger, even if he never let it tip over the edge. But still, that question lodged in your ribs like a thorn.

“I can feel you staring,” Sylus drawled from the water.

Your breath hitched but you played it cool by sipping from your glass. “I’m allowed to look.”

He moved slowly, swimming toward the edge like a snake slithering out of the dark. He reached the side, pulling himself up slightly with both arms braced on the ledge. Water streamed down his torso in glistening rivulets, his hair slicked back, not to mention the unholy sharpness of his cheekbones. “Then ask what you really want to ask,” he murmured, voice smooth as dark velvet.

You tilted your head, feigning nonchalance. “And what would that be?”

His deep, clearly taunting laugh reverberated in your ears. “Why I haven’t had you yet.”

Heat slammed through you like a wave, your fingers tightening around the wine glass so hard it nearly cracked. You refused to give him the satisfaction of flustering you. So instead, you lifted your brows and asked, “Is it some kind of twisted power play?”

His tongue ran along his bottom lip. Deliberately, if you may add. And he looked at you like he wanted to devour you. “Tempting,” said he. “But no.”

Your mouth went dry. “Then, what?”

And that’s when he leaned in closer, his arms flexing on the pool’s edge, voice dropping into something feral. “Because I know you can’t take me, kitten.”

You blinked, your entire body going still. Mind blank. Completely. When you regained your sanity, you later stood and walked over to him, bare feet silent on the tile until you were right in front of him. You leaned down just enough so he could catch the fire in your eyes, the defiance in the part of your lips, the way your swimsuit clung to every curve. You reached out and plucked a cherry from the dark chocolate cake, took a slow bite, and let the juice slip from your mouth, trailing down the curve of your neck.

“Well,” you whispered in true competitive you, watching as his lips formed an upward curl, “try me.”

~~

“Haaah!”

He did.

“S-Sy—!”

That night, everything changed. Literally. 

“Mmmh! R-Right there!” 

If your moans didn’t already make it obvious, then believe this—the whispers about Sylus being incredible in bed weren’t just rumors. It was hell of a fucking truth. 

He touched you like you were sacred. His mouth was reverent, his hands patient, tracing the slopes of your mounds like he was memorizing it. Every kiss was full of ardor, every sigh against your skin was likely an apology for all the nights he made you wait. He undressed you like you were something precious, something breakable, and still looked at you like you were the most dangerous thing in the room.

And, not to brag, but being his girlfriend had some of the best perks in the intimacy department, too. Because he was packing. You already knew he was, just by noticing the bulge that would show behind his boxers. But this time around, you finally had the front row access to actually see his manhood. And taste it, even. Just that, it didn’t fit your mouth. Not in the way you expected, because when you said he was big, you didn’t know he was that big. His cock, when fully grown and hard, was probably 8 inches at least. It had a very slight upward curve, thick veins, and a pinkish nude tip. It was hot and pulsing, angry and desperate. 

When he finally entered you, it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow. Painfully, agonizingly slow like he was afraid of ripping you open. The first entrance made you scream, not from pain, but from the first wave of ecstasy you discovered your body could draw out. Blood may have soaked his entire girth, but you didn’t care about that right now. You were too drunk from the mixing pain and pleasure, and could barely open your eyes as your lover went in and out of you, calling you a good girl, telling you your pussy was so tight it was squeezing him. 

“Fuck,” he breathed against your ear, holding your hips steady as he pulled away to adjust his pace. It was the very first time you’d heard him cuss. “This… There’s no going back after this, kitten.”  

“I-I don’t care.” You pulled him back, letting him dive his face onto your neck while you pushed your chest against his. Skin-to-skin, flesh on flesh. His toned chest pressing against your soft breasts. He was rocking his hips back and forth like he couldn’t get enough, rock-hard cock hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. He was deep enough that he had you folded in half against the mattress and your walls wrapped around his shaft so perfectly it must have felt like a lubricated glove. 

And when he whispered your name against your throat like it was holy, something inside you cracked open. 

“Aah—ah!” 

Is it my cervix he’s hitting? Gosh, you couldn’t tell any more. Your legs were already shaking at that point and all you could think of was wanting to explode. To combust.

You had never felt more worshipped. You had never felt more wanted, desired.

“Mouth,” he growled on your lips, “Tits, or inside? Your choice, kitten.” 

At first, you didn’t understand what he meant. You didn’t exactly have a book of how to’s when having sex, so it took you awhile to fully realize it amidst salacious moans and animalistic heat. And when you did, your cheeks burned a scorching 150°F. 

“M-Mouth,” you managed to say while he bit your lower lip. He didn't stop ramming into you until your voice was hoarse and your body trembling, and even then, he kissed you softly like he was holding an angel in his arms. That was, until he started moaning—no, grunting, and his pace was increasing its speed. In one swift motion, he pulled out, moved to place his throbbing cock by your mouth, and jerked his shaft until white, hot seed spattered all over your tongue. 

Sylus immediately grabbed your jaw, wanton ruby eyes staring down at you with nothing but perversion in mind. “Don’t spit it out, sweetie. Swallow it like a good girl.” 

You did as told. Even sucked him dry to make sure no drop was wasted. And frankly, although the taste of cum was foreign, it wasn’t as bad as you imagined. All you could think about was the fact that it came from the love of your life, the man you only ever desired, after a pleasure-filled night. You got that out of him. It was you who released it from him. 

And you didn’t really sleep that night. Not because he didn’t let you, but because you were still processing the experience and because he couldn’t stop touching you. Fingertips grazing your arm. Lips pressing against your temple. I love you’s in your ear as if losing your virginity was the greatest honor he had the pleasure of having. 

~~

But a week passed. Probably two.

And something shifted again.

Sylus still kissed you. Still touched you. Still looked at you like you were made of light feather. But he didn’t take you. Not again after the first time. Every time you leaned into him, heat in your eyes and want in your breath, he pulled back. Made excuses. “Busy week, kitten.” “Long meeting.” “You need rest, sweetie.” And more often than not, he distracted you with affection and whispered sweet lies of “next time” against your skin until the moment passed.

It wasn’t rejection. He was still soft with you, still attentive. But it was like there was an invisible wall he’d rebuilt, brick by silent brick. You didn’t press at first, but the doubt returned that maybe you weren’t good enough, maybe that night was a fluke and he regretted it. Maybe he thought your skills paled in comparison to other girls he had sex with before. 

The thought ate you alive in the most bitter way, so naturally, you stopped trying. You avoided him in small, quiet ways. Stopped initiating. Stopped trying. You wore oversized shirts instead of lingeries, avoided his lap and chose the farthest corner of the couch. You kissed his cheek instead of his mouth. You smiled when he teased, but you didn’t force a chuckle out.

And what terrible boyfriend would Sylus be if he didn’t notice?

It was subtle, at first. Longer stares. More questions. Quiet, unreadable glances from across the room. Then, one night, he found you curled into the far corner of the couch, eyes glued to your phone, back turned to him. He walked over. Without a word, he picked you up and pulled you into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist, holding you like you were the only thing anchoring him to this world.

“Alright. Tell me now. What did I do?” he asked quietly.

You froze like a deer caught in the headlights and refused to return his gaze. “Nothing.”

“Kitten.” That voice. Gentle command, cloaked in velvet. The one that always made you crumble. “You’re not fooling anyone here with that adorable grumpy face.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Well, then why couldn’t you just spit it out? Everytime I asked if we could have sex, you kept making excuses. If you didn’t want to do it again or if you hated my body, you could’ve just said so.”

He went still. “What?”

“I’m not mad, by the way,” you clarified, a little too quickly, a little too defensively while you held onto that glare he found so damn amusing. “I’m not. And if that was all you wanted from me, it’s fine. I’m sure your other girls did it better before—”

He cut you off with a hand on your jaw, turning your face to his. “Stop.”

“What?” You looked up and he was staring at you like you’d just said something insane. It made you want to curl and bury yourself six feet under, then and there. It was embarrassing. 

“You think I didn’t want to because of you?” He let out a ridiculous chuckle, one that he usually made whenever he found your antics a little too farcical. His thumb brushed over your cheek, then under your chin, lifting your face. “You think I don’t fantasize over this?” he added, hand trailing down to cup your breast before moving further to give your bum a playful squeeze, “You think I hate this?” 

Swallowing, you looked away shyly. “Then, why do you keep rejecting—”

“It’s because when I get addicted… I can’t stop,” he whispered, pecking your lips tenderly. “And with you, kitten, I know I will. You’ll hate me for it.”

Blinking, you told him,

“Who said I wanted you to stop?”

~~

The months that followed were, in two words, pure filth.

Sylus became a beast. His previous slow and sensual pace became history as soon as he discovered a preference for doing it hard and fast. Your nights turned into marathons. Mornings were a blur of sore muscles, bruised hips, and smug glances from across the breakfast table. You couldn’t keep up, and you didn’t want to. You liked seeing what he was like when he didn’t hold back. When he gave in. When he devoured.

In the living room. In his office. In the bathtub. In his car. On his motorcycle. On a bear skin rug by the fireplace. Missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing up, against the wall. You name it. He became utterly, obsessively yours. Pulled you away from the Association mid-duty, muttering, “Come here. Now.” Dragged you back into bed after a shower just because he’d remembered how you looked the night before. He’d whisper, “You did this to me, kitten,” and kiss you until you forgot your own name.

Once, you joked that you hadn’t done actual cardio in a month. And the idiot grinned and murmured, “Good. Because you’ll be doing laps tonight.”

You did. Three times.

And tonight, the choice of place was the shower. The position? Well, you weren’t even sure what it was called anymore. All you knew was that you two stood under the cascade of water, your right leg dangling on his arm as he fucked you from the side. Your moans were louder than the sound of rainshower, even more as he slammed his cock inside you over and over, at a speed you couldn’t even keep up with. 

“A-Aaah, Sylus—!” 

His lips were on your neck, marking and mapping it with hickeys. His hands moved to squeeze your tits from behind, before he held your hips in place. With your ass against his cock, he made you lower yourself and arch your back a little, just so he could start pounding you from the back. 

“Nghhh!”

“You said you can keep up with me, kitten.”

“I-I c-can…!”

And somehow, you didn’t remember how you ended up in bed, absolutely soaking wet, as you bounced against his hardened member. He made you squat, legs on each side, hands on his knees for support so you could move up and down his cock like a bunny. Because you two did, in fact, fuck like rabbits. Or in his very sophisticated words, “copious amount of coitus”. 

In the end, you were sprawled over his chest like a limp noodle, hair a mess, thighs sore beyond recognition, you groaned into his collarbone and could still feel his warm seed leaking out of your entrance. 

“I need a vacation from my own bedroom,” you quipped.

Sylus didn’t answer right away. Just kept stroking his fingers lazily down your spine, his breathing calm beneath you. His skin was still warm from everything he’d done to you until dawn, and his heartbeat thumped steady and smug beneath your cheek.

You tilted your head to glance up at him. “I’m serious. I think my body’s filing a complaint.”

“Let it,” he said, eyes still closed. “I’ll counter-sue for emotional damages.”

You snorted. “What damage?”

He opened one eye, ruby gaze dropping to your lips. “I told you I’d get addicted.”

“Yeah, well,” you muttered, snuggling back into his chest and feeling comfort from his scent, “this is the worst rehab program ever.”

He smiled into your hair, huge arms tightening around you. “There’s no rehab, kitten.”

“None at all?” 

“No, I’m never recovering from you.”

[pipsqueaks89934]

Yandere Mershark x Mermaid reader

Warnings: the reader is kinda dumb, non-con, dub-con, marking, kidnapping, and biting.

You were swimming in the ocean, looking for a new shipwreck to explore so you could find cool new human things to add to your collection. Once you found a shipwreck you immediately began to swim over to it so you could find human stuff. As you checked out the sunken ship you hadn't noticed that you wandered a little too far and accidentally and unintentionally went into the Mershark territory without realizing it. You were too distracted in the human stuff to realize that a Mershark had snuck into the shipwreck and found you digging through a giant container while you threw things that you didn't like out and putting the stuff you did like in a bag you made of seaweed and other ocean plants. As you dug through the container you still were not aware of the Mershark silently sneaking up on you until you felt a large pair of arms wrap around your chubby waist, making a scream erupt from your throat.

“Hey, little one you're a long way from home aren't you?” the Mershark said as he turned you around so you two could be face to face.

“Who are you?” you squeal as you try to get away from the Mershark.

“I’m Alon,” he said as he played with a small chunk of your hair while keeping you in a strong grip. “And you're in my territory.”

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble as you give up trying to get out of his grip. “I’ll leave and never come back, I promise!”

“But then who will be my mate?” he asked with a smirk.

“I don't know!” you said as you started trying to get out of his grasp.

“Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you,” he said with a smirk that showed off his sharp teeth. “Too much!”

“No, please, I'm sorry!” you cry as he starts to swim out of the shipwreck with you in his arms.

He swam deeper and deeper into the ocean until you two reached a cove.

“Where are we?” you ask as you look around the small cove.

“Our new home!” he said while holding you from the back.

“Home?” you ask while looking at him with a scared look in your eyes.

“Yes,” he said while putting his head in the nook of your neck before kissing it gently. “Should I mark you now or while we mate?”

“What?” you ask as you try to push his head away.

“You're right,” he said before pinning you to the sea floor. “Why wait?”

The next thing you know you are being held down while the shark above you thrusts into your warmth at a fast pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned while he kept the pace he set earlier. “I’m gonna mark you in a minute, I know you mermaids like to have a mark to show off!”

All you could do was squeak, chirp, and whimper as the shark man thrust into you as hard as he could.

“Does it feel good my little fishy?” he asked as he looked down at you with a smirk on his handsome and chiseled face.

You tried not to think about how hot the Mershark on top of you was as he continued to fuck you.

“Answer!” he said angrily while grabbing your face so you could look back at him.

I don't remember looking away.

“N…no…” you whimper out as you try not to cry.

“Aww why didn't you say anything baby?” he cooed with fake pity before going slower.

“Ah!” you moan as he started to go slower.

“Does it feel good now?” he smirked as he hit all the good spots inside you at just the right pace.

You nodded your head as you felt something build up in your stomach. As the feeling grew you put your webbed claws on Alon’s shoulders so you could hold on to him as he thrusted into you. As you came you dug your sharp claws into his shoulders (accidentally making him bleed) before slumping down to the ocean floor. After a few more powerful thrusts he bottomed out and stayed there for a few seconds before you felt something fill you up.

“It's okay little fish,” he said soothingly as he rubbed your face. “It's just my eggs you will be okay.”

All you did was nod your head as you felt your eyelids getting heavy.

“I will never let you leave my side little fish,” he said with a smirk as he cuddled up beside you, making sure to hold you tight in his big arms. “Especially when you are the mother of our kids.”

[inseobts]

Hi I have a request if they’re open!! Could you maybe do a Law x reader where she fell overboard and nearly drowned (but he saved her ofc) and him just being worried and protective? 👀

Overboard

law × reader

a/n: hope I made it cuteee

words count: 1.4k

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, protective law, fluff, near drowning

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The sea is calm. Too calm.

You lean over the rail of the Polar Tang, watching the water sparkle under the sun. A soft breeze brushes your hair. You smile. Peaceful moments like this are rare.

Then, the ship rocks.

Just a little. But it’s enough.

Your foot slips. Your hand grabs for the rail, but misses.

You fall.

The cold hits you like a punch. Salt water fills your nose, your mouth. You try to scream, but it’s useless. The ocean pulls you down.

“Y/N!”

Law’s voice cuts through the air. Sharp. Panicked.

Shachi runs to the side “She fell—she fell overboard!”

Law’s eyes are wide. He’s already moving. Fast “Ring. Now!”

Bepo tosses him a life ring. Law doesn’t hesitate. He throws it, eyes scanning the surface.

“Where is she?!”

“There!” Penguin points. Just a flash of your hand before it disappears again.

“Room.”

His fingers twitch. A blue bubble appears over the water.

Law grits his teeth “Shambles.”

In a blink, your soaked, limp body appears in front of him, inside the Room. He drops to his knees, catches you before you hit the deck.

“Y/N!” His voice is rough “Hey. Hey—breathe.”

You don’t move.

“Dammit.” He places you flat. His hands are shaking.

“Move!” he snaps. The others back away. Law leans down. Checks your pulse. Weak. Barely there.

He starts CPR.

One compression. Two. Three “Come on.”

Your lips are blue. Hair plastered to your face.

He gives you air.

Another round “Come on, damn you. Breathe.”

Then you cough. Hard. Salt water splashes from your mouth. You gasp. Choke. Your body shakes.

“Y/N.” His voice breaks “You’re okay. You’re okay.”

You blink up at him, eyes dazed “L-Law?”

He pulls you into his arms before you can say more “You scared the hell out of me.”

You try to smile, but cough again “Y-You… saved me…”

He holds you tighter “You idiot. I can’t swim. If you hadn’t been close—”

“But you still did it.”

“Of course I did.”

You rest your head against his chest, weak but alive.

He presses his lips to your wet forehead.

“You’re never going near the edge again. Ever.”

It’s been two days.

You’re fine now, mostly. Still a little sore, still coughing sometimes. But breathing, walking, laughing. Alive.

Law watches you like you might fall again.

“Don’t lean on the rail.”

You raise your brow “I’m just standing.”

“You’re too close.”

You step back with a small sigh “Fine, Captain.”

He narrows his eyes “I’m serious.”

“I know. I know, Law.”

You smile at him, soft and thankful. His glare weakens a little. Only a little.

Later, in the mess hall, you sit between Shachi and Penguin.

They grin the second Law walks in.

“Hey, Captain!” Shachi elbows you “Y/N’s not drowning in her soup, you can relax!”

Law stops. Looks at them. Slowly.

“I can throw you overboard,” he says calmly “We’ll see how funny it is then.”

“Okay, okay—jeez, we’re just joking” Penguin laughs.

Bepo chuckles “He’s been checking the life rings twice a day now.”

You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh. Law glares at all of them, then looks at you.

You’re smiling. That smile he nearly lost.

His expression softens again. Just a bit “Eat your food” he mutters, sitting next to you.

You nudge his arm “You okay?”

“I wasn’t” he says, quiet, for only you to hear.

You reach under the table and grab his hand “I know. But I’m here.”

He holds on tight.

The next morning, you walk toward the deck.

Law’s voice comes from behind you.

“Where are you going?”

“To get some air.”

He steps beside you “I’m coming with you.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t complain.

On deck, the sea is calm again. Sun rising, golden and slow.

You look over the rail, carefully. Law’s hand grabs your waist.

“Don’t.”

You lean back against his chest instead “Okay, okay.”

He wraps his arms around you. Protective. Strong.

“I’m not losing you to the sea” he says.

“You won’t.”

“You almost did.”

You tilt your head back “But you pulled me back.”

He leans down, kisses your temple “Next time, I’ll chain you to the floor.”

You laugh “Romantic.”

He smirks “I try.”

Law is still following you around. Not that you mind.

He doesn’t say much. Just appears wherever you go. Like a very tall, very grumpy shadow with a medical license.

You’re trying to read on the couch in the infirmary. Law sits at his desk across the room, pretending to do paperwork.

But he’s not writing. Just watching you.

You glance up “You can sit with me, you know.”

He hesitates for half a second. Then walks over and drops beside you. Not touching, but close.

You nudge his arm “Still keeping an eye on me?”

He doesn’t answer. Just pulls a blanket from the back of the couch and throws it over you.

“You were shivering” he says.

You weren’t.

You smile “Thanks.”

Later, you lie in bed in your shared room. Law is reading a medical journal beside you, propped on one elbow. Your head rests on his chest, his fingers absently running through your hair.

“You’re breathing normally” he murmurs.

You smile against his shirt “That’s a weird thing to say.”

“Not for me.”

You look up “I scared you that much?”

His fingers pause. Then move again. Slower. Softer.

“Yes.”

You kiss his collarbone gently “I’m sorry.”

He pulls you closer, rests his chin on your head “Just… don’t scare me again.”

“I’ll try,” you whisper “But if I do, I know you’ll save me.”

His chest rises in a small sigh “Always.”

The next morning, you find a folded vest by your boots.

It’s heavy-duty. Bright yellow. With little fish drawings on it.

There’s a note:

“Wear this when you go near the ocean. —L”

You blink. Then burst out laughing.

Shachi sees it and cackles “Captain really went and got you a baby floatie, huh?”

“It’s cute!” Bepo says, tail wagging.

Law walks in. Sees you holding the vest.

His face is completely serious “Put it on.”

You hug it to your chest “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m keeping you alive,” he says “Even if I have to embarrass you to do it.”

You walk over, wrap your arms around him.

He hugs back, burying his face in your neck for a moment.

“I love you” you whisper.

“I know,” he says quietly “I love you too.”

The day is sunny. Warm breeze. Calm waves.

You sit on the deck with Bepo, playing cards. Law’s nearby, reading, but his eyes flick to you every few seconds.

Just checking.

You pretend not to notice. But you smile every time he looks.

Shachi walks by with a broom and stops “Wow. Still breathing, huh?”

You stick out your tongue “Barely. Law’s watching like I’ll spontaneously fall into the sea again.”

Penguin grins, arms crossed “Honestly, we thought he was gonna build a fence around the whole ship.”

Law doesn’t even look up “Still considering it.”

Bepo hums “Maybe a baby leash would work better.”

Everyone laughs. Even you. Law sighs like he’s surrounded by idiots.

But then he glances at you. And his eyes soften again.

That evening, the crew throws a small party.

No reason. Just because you’re okay. Because you’re all together. And because they like to tease.

There’s food, drinks, music from a Den Den radio. You dance with Bepo, then with Shachi, then with Law who only agrees after you pull him in.

He’s awkward at first. But his arms fit perfectly around your waist. You sway slowly, not caring about rhythm.

“You’re still watching me” you say softly.

“Of course I am.”

“You’re kind of overprotective, you know.”

“I nearly lost you in that stupid way” he replies, voice low “I’ll be overprotective for a while.”

You press your forehead to his “I’m not complaining.”

“Good.”

Shachi whistles loudly “Look at the lovebirds! Careful, Captain! If she drowns in your eyes, we can’t save her!”

Penguin howls “Somebody get a lifebuoy for his feelings!”

You groan into Law’s shoulder “Why do we live with these people?”

“I ask myself that every day.”

But he’s smiling. A real, relaxed smile you don’t see often.

You take his hand and squeeze it.

“Thanks for pulling me back” you whisper.

He kisses the side of your head.

“I always will.”

[dearlenore]

COCONUT MILK. / A.HOTCHNER / SUMMARY - Aaron can’t look away from your chest …

PAIRING: bimbo!reader x aaron hotchner / w/c: 1.0k / fluff

a/n: sorry for writing about boobs so much in only human and very very gay. also first time writing for Hotch, I write for all characters now btw

You were a vision in glitter.

From your sparkly flip-flops to your floral bikini top that left very little to the imagination, you looked like you belonged on the cover of a beach magazine—or maybe in a pop star’s music video. With oversized sunglasses, glossy lips, and a floppy hat so big it could cause shade envy, you were definitely not blending in.

And yet, walking beside you, in a plain black t-shirt, swim trunks, and a face that screamed “I’d rather be anywhere else”—was Aaron Hotchner.

The contrast between you two was almost hilarious. People were definitely staring. A few whispered. One guy even elbowed his friend and pointed. Hotch didn’t react.

You bounced along the sand with excitement, juggling three oversized tote bags and an obnoxiously pink beach umbrella while sipping from your tumbler like it was a wine glass at brunch.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” you said, stopping suddenly. “This spot is so cute! You can see the water and the people, but we’re like, just far enough not to get splashed. Also, the lighting? Chef’s kiss. Perfect for selfies.”

Hotch blinked behind his sunglasses. “That was a lot of criteria.”

“And yet I delivered,” you grinned.

He took the umbrella from you and stabbed it into the sand with the ease of a man trained in all things practical. You laid out your fluffy beach towel—naturally, it was baby pink with glittery flamingos—and flopped down onto it dramatically like you’d just completed a triathlon.

Hotch sat beside you, crossing his arms, watching the water.

You looked him over shamelessly. “You’re not even sweating. That’s kind of hot.”

He raised an eyebrow, not responding, but his mouth twitched slightly like he was trying very hard not to smile.

You rummaged through your tote bag and pulled out a bottle of shimmery sunscreen. “Alright, Hotch. Time to do your civic duty.”

He glanced at the bottle. “What?”

You turned your back to him, letting your hair fall to the side, revealing smooth skin and the bow tied at the back of your bikini. “My back, please.”

He hesitated for just a moment before taking the bottle. “You own sunscreen with glitter?”

“It’s called Summer Seduction SPF 30, and it works really well,” you said. “Plus it smells like cotton candy and fruit.”

He gave the bottle a skeptical look, then uncapped it. You bit back a smirk.

His hands were warm—firm but gentle as they spread the lotion across your back and shoulders. You hummed in satisfaction, leaning into the touch.

“Mmm… You know, for a stoic FBI unit chief, you’re, like, really good at this.”

“I’ve had to apply sunscreen to Jack more times than I can count,” he replied, tone even.

“You comparing me to a kid?”

“No,” he said. And then after a pause: “Only you ever moaned when I did this.”

You froze mid-breath, then looked over your shoulder, eyes wide. “Aaron!”

A smirk was tugging at the corner of his mouth now.

“You’re teasing me.”

“Maybe.”

You turned back around quickly, trying to hide your grin—and your flush. Your heart was fluttering just a little too fast for comfort.

When he finished, he leaned back on his elbows beside you, and you flopped onto your stomach, kicking your feet lazily in the air.

“I brought snacks,” you said after a minute. “And a mini fan. Oh—and cherry lip balm.”

He turned to look at you, and unfortunately—or maybe very fortunately—your cleavage was front and center thanks to the way your bikini fit and how you were leaning forward on your elbows.

His eyes flicked down.

It was quick. Almost imperceptible.

But you saw it.

You said nothing at first. Just smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear, pretending to be oblivious. And then, very sweetly:

“Do you want some lip balm? It tastes really good.”

“I don’t need lip balm.”

“But it’s cherry. Don’t you wanna match me?” you teased, applying it slowly, dragging it across your lips with deliberate slowness.

His jaw tightened. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

You smiled innocently. “Doing what, Hotch?”

He turned away, shaking his head, but you didn’t miss the slight flush on his ears. Victory.

A little while later, after a few selfies and a brief period of you trying to get him to pose with you (he refused, though he did agree to hold your phone while you posed), you ended up sprawled next to each other on the towel, staring up at the umbrella.

“So,” you said lightly, “be honest. This isn’t that bad, right?”

“It’s… peaceful.”

You smiled. “I’m taking that as a glowing review.”

He tilted his head slightly toward you, his voice quieter. “I like when it’s just us.”

Your heart did a little somersault.

“Aaron Hotchner,” you said dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest, “you keep this up and I’m gonna start thinking you like me.”

He looked at you for a long moment, his sunglasses now pushed up onto his head, revealing his eyes. They were dark, serious—but soft, too.

“I do like you.”

Your smile faltered. “Wait. Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

You blinked, thrown off balance. “Okay, but like, I thought I was annoying. You know, glittery. Talkative. High-maintenance?”

“You are.”

“Wow. Rude.”

“But you’re also smart. Kind. Funny. You make me breathe,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t do that enough.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Your brain short-circuited for a moment. Your glittery tumbler tipped over onto the towel and you barely noticed.

You swallowed. “You’re gonna make me cry and ruin my waterproof mascara, you know that?”

He smiled, reaching out to brush a speck of sand from your cheek. “You’ll survive.”

You cleared your throat, desperate to bring back the playful tone before your heart exploded. “Okay, but, real talk—would you still like me if I got a glittery surfboard?”

“Absolutely not.”

“I could match it to my bikini!”

“No.”

“…What about a glittery boogie board?”

He closed his eyes, like he was begging for patience from the heavens. “Please don’t make me arrest you for crimes against water sports.”

You laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder, sighing happily.

And even though he was probably overheating in his black shirt and completely out of his element, Hotch didn’t move away.

Instead, he brought one hand to rest over yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

[itzpookiepooh]

Bad Habit

You’re caught smoking a cigarette

Let’s be real he doesn’t play like that. When he says he’ll spit bubbles at you, he means it. You guys were walking along the beach when he told you he’d be back. You rummaged through your pockets for your lighter and loose cigarette. You would’ve brought the whole pack but you’ve been keeping this a secret from him.

You checked your surroundings, clear as day. You crouched down and lit it before you inhaled and exhaled. You felt your muscles relax as the cloud of nicotine disappeared. You were itching for this, it had been the most stressful week of your life and this was your answer. Nothing else worked in your opinion.

Raf suggested a walk to clear your mind right as you were about to disappear somewhere for a smoke. You wanted to say no but he was already dragging you away. Little did you know he found out about your little habit when he went to hang up your jacket and the pack fell out. He was too stunned to talk to you about it. He knew you’d deny it so he had to catch you in the act. You went to take another pull when you were splashed by the sea.

“What the fuck?” You mumbled to yourself because it wasn’t a small splash, no it was a good amount. Enough to put out your cigarette.

“Next time I’ll spit on you.” The Lumerian threatened as he got out of the water snatching it out of your mouth and crushing it in his hand.

After that he watched you like a hawk. No outside time alone, no unsupervised purchases, nothing. He would rather you be here as long as you can than put your life at risk for a stick of nicotine. He helped you find other ways to deal with the stress of work. Lately it’s been going for a swim which you hated to admit, worked.

He caught you when you were coming home from work. You smoked by the apartment building before coming in. He saw you put it out before taking the elevator to your home just to go on the balcony and smoke again. He thought that was a lot in just a day and began to wonder if these two were your only cigarettes today. He became lost in thought on how this all started.

One day you guys were hanging out and he could see how bothered you were. Not by him, never by him. By the fact that you haven’t smoked today. Anxiety was eating you up as your leg bounced at such a fast pace. He just watched as you were developing habits you didn’t have before.

“I’ve thought about picking up smoking.” His voice breaks the ongoing silence (other than your tapping foot) in the room. You looked at him as if he lost his mind.

“What? No. You’ll ruin your lungs.” You object with a shake of your head. He tilted his head at you with a raised eyebrow. “So then you’ll stop?” The question shocked you.

You thought you had been pretty stealthy but the longer you did it the less secretive you became. You stared at him knowing you were caught. You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose. You didn’t want to disappoint him so you agreed. He crumpled all your cigarettes so that they were ruined and you couldn’t use them. He worked with you on finding ways to stop the urge. You settled on chewing gum which was fine with him. He would rather you have packets of gum hiding all over your apartment than cigarettes.

Immediately goes through the house looking for your stashes. He found a few empty packs and some with a few left in them. You hid a newer pack in a fake plant you brought home to “liven up the space”, which shocked Zayne a little. He sighed at the thought of you smoking especially with your heart condition. He thought this was rather foolish but he didn’t want to judge you.

He monitored you closely before making any rash decisions. You got home from work and when you thought he was showering or working you’d step outside, smoke, and then come back inside to quickly shower before he could smell you. It was fool proof however you didn’t think you sat out there long enough for it to stick to your clothes. That’s what gave you away because no matter how quick you were he could smell it. He decided to bring it up over dinner.

“You have a heart condition, you shouldn’t be smoking.” He was blunt, no need to be soft with you because he knew it wouldn’t work.

“I’m not smoking that much—“ Arguing was futile when he showed you how many packs he found in the house alone. He hasn’t even checked your bike yet. You felt a bit of shame especially since you knew how bad your condition is.

He talked to you about things you could do to reduce the urge. He didn’t want to make you go cold turkey so quickly. You spent the next few weeks trying different things, you only broke the rules once when you left early for work to go to a gas station. Zayne confiscated those swiftly and luckily you didn’t do any damage to your condition. Now you were on a patch with regular counseling sessions. You were just stressed with the events of Josephine passing away which was understandable. Zayne made sure to remind you to lean on him more often.

He has heightened senses so he smelled what you tried to cover with perfume. The scent lingered on your clothes almost irritating him. As soon as you went to shower he sent your clothes for a wash. When he picked up your sweater loose cigarettes fell out of the pocket. Did you lose the case? What was going on here?

He frightened you when he came home causing you to drop the pack earlier. You gathered what you could because the wind swept up the packaging. He rolled his eyes throwing away the loose cigarettes while covering his nose from the stench stuck to your clothes. That night when you thought he was sleeping you tried to sneak out of bed to go indulge yourself. His evol wrapped around your waist like a boa constrictor, pulling you back to him.

“That’s a nasty habit you’ve got there sweetie. Its stench is hard to get out.” You were shocked he knew until you remembered he has an extremely good sense of smell. He told you to use him more often, tell him what was bothering you.

“I can quit cold turkey.” You told him with your arms crossed. He knew you wouldn’t it was a hard habit to kick. In order to help you he told you a fact about it he knew you’d care about.

“The worse your condition, the less you’ll be able to go on missions. Also your teeth are turning yellow.” You cover your mouth rushing to the bathroom to brush your teeth. He snickers waiting for you to come back out. He has you tell him if you have anymore lying around which lucky for him you don’t. You were on your last pack and were going to reup in the morning.

Now you spent mornings before work doing boxing with Sylus. If you weren’t boxing you were drinking a detoxing tea. If it was a really long day he would put on a record to lull you to sleep. He would do anything to keep your mind off of whatever was stressing you out.

He immediately confronted you. It turned into this whole thing. You stormed out of the house not wanting to hear him nag you. You were being scolded like you were a child. You were irritated listening to him yell as you sat on the couch. So when you got far enough you went to pull out your cigarettes only to find your pockets empty. You groan in frustration as you grip your hair.

“Looking for these?” His voice rings as he waves the pack in the air. You glare at him as he comes to sit next to you.

“Come here to nag me some more?” You pout your cheeks falling into your palms. He chuckled sadly as he pats your back.

“I just want what’s best for you and this?” He waves the package at you. “Is not what’s best.” He had a point you couldn’t lie.

“I’m just stressed out that’s all. Tired mostly.” You mumble. He pulls you into him as he comforts you.

“Then tell me these things. I want to help but I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.” You eventually agree and ask him for the package which he reluctantly gave you. You threw them in the nearest garbage can with pursed lips. Was this for the best? You hated burdening people but this was Caleb who would do anything for you.

He spent countless amounts of time working with how you could deal with cravings. It chopped down to sweets, not too much to where you’d have a stomachache but enough to get over this hump. He was proud of you for quitting and as a reward you got to fly his ship…with his guidance of course.

If you smoke don’t kill me I had this random idea and had to write it 🙂 also I wanna do more bad habits like nail biting and stuff like that I had fun writing this!

Hope you liked it 💋

[mariasont]

heatstroke

shy!reader is flustered around spencer. he mistakes it for a heatstroke.

pairing: spencer reid x shy!reader warnings: fem!reader, post prison reid, spencer being oblivious, fluffy fluff prompt: here wc: 0.7k

Your heart is hammering so hard you’re half-convinced it’s about to burst straight out of your chest, grow legs, and scuttle off into the nearest storm drain. And now, standing so close you can map every anxious burst of breath ghosting hot across your cheek, Spencer is mumbling something rapid-fire about heatstroke of all things.

“It’s eighty-five degrees out, you know. Do you feel dizzy? Disoriented?” he asks, forehead crinkling adorably — no, anxiously — in sincere concern.

You’d answer, really, but all that escapes is an embarrassingly squeaky semblance of language. Because Spencer Reid, who is the intellectual equivalent of chugging an ice-cold slushie way too fast on your best days, is currently ushering you toward a shaded lounge chair, fingertips pressing cautiously into your side as if the slightest pressure might crumble you into dust. 

Which, honestly, that's not far off.

“You really don’t look good,” Spencer says, lowering himself into a squat directly in front of you. 

You want to protest, or at least pretend to be mildly insulted, but your lips part uselessly, mouth suddenly dry. 

This close, Spencer is a potent distraction — big, worried eyes, dark lashes clinging wetly together, a single bead of water tracing the strong line of his jaw before disappearing beneath the edge of his collarbone. 

Your vision is swimming, and it definitely has nothing to do with the diagnosis he’s busy concocting.

How did this even happen? One minute, you were innocently (fine, not so innocently) ogling Spencer as he laughed in the pool, sunlit water streaming over smooth skin and muscles you absolutely did not know existed beneath all those layers he normally hides behind. 

The next, your knees had given out, quickly followed by your dignity.

Completely understandable, really, given the visual stimulus. And clearly, it was symptomatic enough to convince him of a medical emergency. 

Now he’s fussing over you like a patient, touching you gently, speaking softly, and effectively making your current Spencer-induced predicament exponentially worse. 

“I’m fine,” you manage to croak, forcing your lips into a shaky approximation of a smile, hoping you look convincing and not completely deranged. “Just, um — hot. It’s hot. You’re hot — I mean, it’s… the weather. The weather’s hot.”

Amazing. Truly eloquent. You doubt a toddler would fall for such an amateurish charade, let alone Spencer.

His head cocks to the side in the confusion, and now you’re stuck looking at lips that seem entirely too kissable for your current mental state. 

Spencer blinks slowly at you and somehow, inexplicably, moves even closer, fingers brushing against your forehead.

“Your skin is really warm,” he says, almost to himself, his palm shifting to cup your cheek. 

A barely contained shiver ripples through your body, originating exactly where Spencer’s hand rests and working its way down your spine, turning you into a shaky disaster in seconds flat. Which, of course, is incredibly helpful, given that he currently believes you’re overheating.

Tremors in blazing sun. Makes sense.

“Can you try taking a deep breath for me?” he urges, thumb sliding smoothly across your cheekbone, and suddenly you’re wondering if this is how cats feel when someone scratches exactly the right spot behind their ears.

You drag in a tight, somewhat strangled breath, probably miles from the smooth, relaxing inhale Spencer intended. But considering there was only a microscopic gap separating your faces, successfully intaking any oxygen feels nothing short of a miracle. 

Spencer, clearly agrees, because his face breaks into an immediate, heart-stopping smile.

“Good,” he whispers. “There you go.”

You briefly wonder if praise-induced death is a thing, because Spencer’s clearly testing the theory.

When his hand finally withdraws, leaving your cheek strangely cool, you’re amazed at how quickly your body rights itself, as though your lungs had just been waiting politely for him to stop wreaking havoc on your nervous system. 

"Stay here, I'll grab you some water," he says softly, already halfway turned toward the house before pausing, reconsidering. "Or, actually — do you wanna come inside? Air conditioning might help."

"Oh — no," you blurt quickly, nervously adjusting your bathing suit strap for what feels like the millionth time. "I'm fine out here, really. The fresh air is good."

Fresh air, you think, nodding to yourself like a total idiot. Yes, fresh air is good. Fresh air means witnesses, and witnesses mean accountability. People who can vouch that your complete breakdown is purely situational and definitely not a daily occurrence.

He hesitates, obviously conflicted, before exhaling with a sigh of surrender. "Okay, but I'm setting up a fan. It'll make us both feel better."

You manage a nod. "Fan sounds good."

The second Spencer’s safely indoors, Rossi lowers his sunglasses just enough to shoot you an amused glance.

“Kid might be a genius, but when it comes to anything social —  especially romantic — he’s about as perceptive as a brick,” he says breezily. “Lucky for you, huh?”

Laughter washes around you, and all you can do is tug your hat down over your burning face as if that might make you invisible. When no helpful sinkhole opens up beneath you, you sneak a glance toward the house.

One day, Spencer’s bound to figure it out. You wonder briefly if you’ll survive it… but you’re dangerously tempted to find out.

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[kxsagi]

reader telling bllk boys (i request rin, sae, isagi, shidou and whoever else you want 😉) their waxer or whatever they re called 😭 cancelled and maybe reader and bf are going on vacation so reader turns to him and asks if he could do her brazilian wax 🙏🏼

“𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐟”

a/n: THIS REQUEST LMAOAAOAOAO

i’ve never been waxed before anywhere, but i am lowkey curious on what it’s like (i need a woman to do it for me, not even a boyfriend). and thinking about it… reader has a lot of trust if she’s just gonna ask them that straight-up i could never 😭

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, shidou ryusei (definitely suggestive + saved the best for last trust)

itoshi rin

rin was scrolling through his phone when you randomly turned to him and went: 

“hey… my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

he didn’t even blink. just slowly turned his head toward you with the most judgmental side-eye you’ve ever seen. 

“… what.” 

“come onnn. it can’t be that hard,” you grinned, batting your lashes. 

rin blinked once. twice. then stared at you like you had just asked him to perform open-heart surgery with a spoon. 

“no.” 

you pouted. “why not?” 

“because i play soccer, not whatever the hell that is.” 

but you were relentless. you hit him with the puppy eyes, clinging to his arm dramatically, whining about how your shared vacation was coming up and you were running out of time. 

and like the whipped man he secretly was, he finally gave in with a defeated sigh. 

“… fine. but if i mess it up, it’s your fault.” 

so there he was, sitting on the bathroom floor with the most concentrated expression of his life, holding the wax strip like it was a ticking time bomb. 

he hesitated for a good ten seconds before muttering, “this is a mistake,” under his breath. 

and then he yanked. 

you screamed, grabbing his wrist in reflex. 

“rin, what the fuck –”

he stared down at you, horrified. 

“… did i just rip off your entire skin?”

this man deadass thought he had maimed you for life. 

he immediately started apologizing like he had committed war crimes, swearing he would never do this again. 

but lowkey? he got weirdly good at it by the third strip and started acting cocky about it. 

“you doubted me,” he muttered smugly, holding up the next strip like a trophy. 

sir. this isn’t a game show. 

itoshi sae

you brought it up so casually while the two of you were packing for your vacation. 

“oh, by the way, my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?” 

sae didn’t even look up from his suitcase. 

“yeah, sure.”

you blinked. “… wait, what?” 

“what?” he shrugged, tossing a pair of swim trunks into his bag. “it’s just hair. i’ll rip it off or whatever.” 

you stared at him, slightly disturbed by how unfazed he was. 

“you’re… way too calm about this.” 

“should i be scared?” he asked, raising a brow. “it’s just waxing. not rocket science.” 

you squinted at him suspiciously. 

“have you done this before?”

sae simply smirked and walked off, leaving you with more questions than answers. 

when it was finally time, he showed up with zero hesitation. 

he was so calm and composed, gently smoothing the wax strip down like he was making a PB&J sandwich. 

“sae, you’re supposed to rip it fast –”

he yanked it off before you could even finish. 

you winced, grabbing his wrist. 

but sae, completely unfazed, inspected the strip like some kind of waxing connoisseur. 

“huh. smooth,” he muttered with a nod of approval. 

bro was judging his own craftsmanship like it was a professional art piece. 

the worst part? he was good at it. 

like… weirdly good. 

at one point, he paused mid-wax to squint at the strip and mutter: 

“hmm. could’ve angled it better. should’ve pulled with the hair growth.”

you just stared at him, blinking in disbelief. 

“why do you sound like you’ve done this before?”

“don’t worry about it.”

isagi yoichi

you brought it up while the two of you were watching TV. 

“baby boy… my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

isagi immediately choked on his drink. 

“huh?!?!” he coughed, eyes wide as he slapped his chest dramatically. 

he stared at you like you had just asked him to sacrifice his firstborn. 

“you – you want me to what?!”

you repeated your request so casually, like you were asking him to pass you the remote. 

“come on, yoichi. it’s not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG DEAL?!”

bro was panicking. 

“baby girl, i love you, but i don’t think i’m… i’m qualified for that. i mean, what if i mess it up? what if i accidentally rip off… i don’t know, something important?”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “you’re being dramatic.”

“no, you’re being insane,” he shot back, already sweating. 

somehow, you convinced him with your persuasive pouting powers, and that’s how isagi ended up kneeling on the bathroom floor, holding the wax strip with shaky hands. 

“baby… i’m scared,” he mumbled, voice trembling. 

you squinted at him. “yoichi. you play in literal life-or-death matches.”

“yeah, but THIS? this is real danger.”

he counted down like he was about to defuse a bomb. 

“three… two… one –”

he ripped it off, eyes squeezed shut. 

you yelped, grabbing his wrist in reflex. 

isagi, panicking, immediately blurted: 

“I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY, I’M SORRY!”

his hands were shaking as he inspected the strip, his eyes wide in horror. 

“i think i just ruined your entire vacation.”

poor boy was so stressed that he had to lie down afterward, claiming he needed to “recover emotionally.” 

shidou ryusei

you were folding laundry when you casually turned to shidou and asked: 

“hey babe, my waxer cancelled. can you do my brazilian wax?”

he didn’t even hesitate. 

“hell yeah. where’s the wax?”

you blinked. “wait, seriously?”

“yeah, why not?” he grinned, cracking his knuckles. “i’m gonna rip that shit off with the wrath of god.”

you immediately started rethinking your life choices, but it was too late. 

shidou was already holding the wax strip like a man on a mission. 

“you ready, babe?” he smirked, cracking his neck like he was about to bench press 300 pounds. 

“wait –”

he ripped the strip off with the force of a thousand suns. 

you screamed, grabbing his arm. 

and this mf had the audacity to grin and go: 

“damn. you’re smooth as hell.” 

you glared at him, tears in your eyes. 

“ryusei, what the FUCK.”

but he was having the time of his life. 

“you got any more strips? this is fun as hell.”

he genuinely offered to finish the whole wax, lowkey getting competitive with himself, trying to make each pull smoother and faster. 

and when he was finally done, he just leaned back on the bathroom counter, arms crossed, and smirked smugly. 

“not gonna lie, babe. i kinda missed my calling. think i’m gonna open a waxing salon.” 

“i’m never asking you for anything ever again.”

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[angelfrombeneth]

JUST LIKE YOUR BOYFRIEND - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Theodore are the new IT couple in Hogwarts. Theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. Atleast you do yours in private. It isn't until your faced with Skylar Snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak.

Warnings: Girl Fight, Smut talked about but not in detail, Blood kink Theo if you squint, Fluffy Theo and Reader, Soft boyfriend Theo

A/N: This isn't a huge fic more of a short. Merry Christmas to you all and those who don't celebrate it, I hope ur having a lovely day anyway!

Y/N Neveah. Many people loved you, many people didn't.

You were always the talk of the school for being so nice yet being in Slytherin. Boys fawned over you, some girls loved you but most hated you. School bitchiness was not for the faint hearted and you learnt that early on.

Skylar Snaggle, a ravenclaw who always had it out for you. It's like she was jealous of you and everything you did. Constantly side eyeing you and digging at you. You ignored her didn't let it get to you but fuck, was she a bitch. It only got worse when you starting dating your boyfriend.

You were in 6th year now, the past two years everytime you'd come back boys again would fawn over you how you've 'blossomed' over the summer but you belonged to one man. And that man was.

"Cara mia" You turned around smiling as Theo stood beside your locker. You took his hand smiling as you pecked his lips softly.

"I missed you... all of you" He raised his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes and hit his arm.

"Don't be crude" You fixed your tie before shutting your locker and holding his hand and walking down the corridor.

You and Theo were the hot new goss at Hogwarts. The current IT couple, consisting of the hot brood of Slytherin himself, Theodore Nott and the much desired but never achievable Y/n Neveah.

"Here's the lovely couple now" Blaise clasps his hands as the group turn to you both.

"Do we have to announce it" You grit your teeth, grimacing at Blaise. You felt Theo chuckled beside you, his soft laugh filling your ears making the corner of your mouth turn up slightly.

"You did that yourself, sucking face in the back of charms" Enzo snickered.

"True- Anyway we were planning on heading into Hogsmead. We need to stock up on fire whisky with the game against Hufflepuff fast approaching we'll need alot for our celebrations" Blaise smirked, nudging at Daphne as she scoffed at his cockiness.

"You guys might not even win" She panned.

"Don't be ridiculous Daph, when has Hufflepuff ever fucking won" Draco let out a genuine laugh at Daphne's wild assumption. The other boys laughing along with him too.

"As much as we'd love to come to Hogsmead. Daph, Pansy and I were planning on meeting with Astoria to have a little girlie evening swim" You smiled to Pansy and Daphne as you all smiled at eachother.

"Boring" Draco yawned.

"Hardly boring Draco, they'll hardly be wearing anything" Mattheo smirked. A alight blush appearing across Theo's cheek at the thought.

Pansy smacked Mattheo hard with her wand into his chest, earing a sharp 'ow' from the boy. "Don't be disgusting"

"Have fun at Hogsmead though!" Pansy giggled as the three of you began to walk off.

"Wait-" Theo grabbed your hand as you turned to him.

"Have fun, be safe" He smiled before pecking your lips.

"Aww cute" Daphne cooed.

You ruffled Theo's hair softly before walking off with the girls.

"You and Theodore are so cute, I'm so jealous!" Pansy whined as the three of you walked down the hall.

"Blaise isn't even cute like that, it sucks!" Daphne groaned.

"Stop it" You shook your head.

Later in the evening you and the girls relaxed by the black lake taking a light swim with eachorher, gossiping and catching up on the latest with one another.

Finding out that Luna and Pansy have been flirting. Astoria is finally willing to settle down with Draco and stop keeping him on his toes. Daphne describing in great detail her intimate life with Blaise which - to be fair you didn't expect to be so spicy between the two of them. The girls wanted to know all about you and Theo but you'd just been taking your time. Despite the slight hook up the night before. But they knew all about that.

"What about Skylar" Pansy questioned as the four of you walked back inside the grounds. All wearing damp tshirts over your swimsuits.

"Don't even- I don't know her fucking problem. Her big mouth is always yapping about something" You snarled.

"Me? Big mouth?" You four snapped your head to see Skylar and her little minions at the top of the stairs inside the entrance.

"Oh fuck off Skylar" You scoffed, reaching the top of the stairs. As your about to walk of you hear-

"You're always running your mouth about something. Maybe focus on the fact your.. I don't know.. a stupid fucking bitch" Skylar smirked to her friends.

You turned to her. Astoria whispering "Lets just go its not worth it"

"Wow Skylar, you really ate me up there" Yiu gasped dramatically holding your heart like you'd be stabbed. "Maybe stop being so fucking obsessed with MY boyfriend. He doesn't want you and your.." You tapped your lip before speaking again. "Well, your little infestation" You smiled.

"INFESTATION? You fucking bitch. THEO IS MINE" She suddenly lunged at you pushing you back harshly.

"Yours? I don't remember him stating that while he was manhandling me last night" You laughed in her face.

It was like it was all in slow motion. As you turned around to walk away, you watched as your friends faces widened staring behind you. You couldn't react fast enough. You felt your ponytail being dragged back as your body harshly recoiled against the pressure.

You turned, locking eyes with Skylar a smirk upon her face as she tugged at your ponytail, lifting her fist to sock a direct punch in your face, splitting your lip.

After that you reached up, grabbing her hair as you yanked at it, swiping at her legs as she dropped on the floor below you, screaming. The corridor was suddenly not so peaceful as both you and Skylar hurled abuse at one another while Pansy, Daphne and Astoria were trying to yank you both apart along with Skylars friends.

You climbed ontop of the girl, stabilising yourself as you socked a punch into her face as she clawed at yours.

"YOU BITCH!" she screamed as she yanked your hair again.

"OW-" you lifted your leg planting your good right in her face as you swung your arm round once more punching her before you heard tons of footsteps yelling and scrambling towards the both of you. You watched as her tooth cracked and slid across the floor as she spat blood up in your face.

"BEAT HER ASS Y/N!" Pansy yelled from behind. Daphne scolding her as the three continued to try and pull you girls apart without falling in the firing line.

Both of you were clawing at one another. You were landing way more than her let's say. Her face was full of blood as you dug your acrylics into her cheek.

You felt yourself harshly being yanked off the girl as you scrambled towards her but being held back. "LET ME AT HER! WHORE!" You screamed.

"MY FACE! YOU.. YOU.. SLUT!" Skylar screamed at she ran off down the hall with her friends.

You felt hands on your face as you turned to be face to face with Theo. You watched as he analysed every aspect of your face, checking if you're ok.

"Teddy- I'm so-"

"Shhh" He placed his finger upon your lip as he took your hand into the bathroom leaving all the rest of your friends stunned at the scene from before.

He sat you upon the sink as he took off his shirt, dampening it before wiping all the blood from your face.

Theo chuckled at the thought of cleaning up after you having a fight. "Look at my girl, getting into fights like her boyfriend" He smirked as he pecked your lips softly.

"I can't help it- she's so obsessed with you Teddy. It's annoying" you scoffed. "Are you sure you didn't fuck her"

"Bella, I told you. You were my first and you'll ne my last" He caressed your face softly.

You smiled at his words as he finished wiping your face up and smiled.

"You did good, only a cut lip. Atta girl" He squeezed your thighs softly as he leaned forward, kissing your nose.

"Learned from the best" You smiled.

"Amore mio.. I love you" He snickered before capturing your lips in his. Softly kissing eachother as his hands held your waist softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you locked your legs around his waist pulling him in closer.

He pulled away, softly sucking on your bottom lip before pulling away and licking his lips before wiping yours with his thumb.

"My little vampire" You cooed as you ruffled his hair chuckling.

"In future if you get in fights let me be there. You looked so hot, but ill always step in after a while. Can't let you actually get beat up" He smiled.

You hit his chest shaking your head as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

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[sightseertrespasser]

Too Deep, Too Shallow Part 3

Body Pillow meet Weighted Blanket.

Apocalyptic Ponyo was created by @keferon!

CW Near drowning experience.

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“I AM SO FUCKING SORRY.”

Screaming was not helping. Why was screaming not helping? Instincts demanded volume in response to stressful situations and instincts should see a fucking life coach.

“I THOUGHT-“ Blurr hovered, Orange convulsed and puked up more seawater. Clawing in chocking, staggered breaths. Blurr shook with adrenaline and the lack of immediate outlet.

“I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I FORGOT YOU CAN’T BREATH WATER.”

Blurr went to school. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew humans were air breathers. He passed health class too. He learned, in theory, the correct steps to helping a drowning mammalian mer.

Step 1. Ensure the victim is in a safe location.

The straps burned and cut into his shoulders. Blurr had to swim in an almost Jackknifed position to compensate for the drag at his back. His only focus on not ending up in prison.

Blurr’s heart hurt. His head pounded. The drag at his back vanished and Blurr nearly careened into a wall.

How? Why?

Behind him, loosed from the bag straps Orange drifted, limp and sinking.

Forcing water through his gills fast enough for stray grit to cut, Blurr gripped Orange and dragged him to the surface.

Step 2. Call for help.

Bitch call who??

He didn’t have his Fone. Even if he did, Blurr was miles away from anyone he’d think would be able to come help.

Fuck his reputation. Fuck his freedom. If either of those Orca knew how to perform CPR on a human Blurr was about to turn around and find them.

Step 3. Oh Thank Fuck.

Once his head was above water, Orange half threw up, half gasped and took in air on his own. In tiny, painful sounding sips.

Blurr dragged the human inside a flooded nest. Pulling them halfway up a set of stairs.

Thanking whatever gods or other fuckery at play he didn’t have to do actual CPR. Because all rational thought evaporated on contact and Blurr had been three seconds away from trying to flip the human upside down and physically shaking the water out of him.

Step 4. Apologize profusely.

“I- I am so, so fucking sorry. I will buy you literally whatever you want forever .” The mer continued to hover over the human.

“I just- I didn’t want to get arrested!” Blurr grimaced, speaking through grit teeth. “And I forgot. About the lung situation.”.

He awkwardly pat Orange on the back.

The human was coughing violently and had turned completely bright red in the face. Every now and then at the end of a fit, he’d lock up completely, unable to compel his lungs to function, before brute forcing a sucking gulp of air in to fuel another round of coughing. Blurr cringed.

He didn’t know if the patting was helping, but it made him feel slightly less useless.

If they got through this, Blurr was going to spoil the fuck out of this human. “What do you like? These floral camouflage pelt things? You keep breathing and I’ll get you like fifty.”

Where do they even get these things? Blurr assumed it was like a hermit crab situation. Big humans leave their pelts around for smaller humans to grow into. Do snails make them? Is there some kind of giant soft shelled land snail that makes these colorful pelts?

Blurr resolved to watch more nature documentaries in the future.

The future.

Fuck me.

As the peak of terror induced adrenaline began to pass, tremors started up his arms and across his back. Blurr breathlessly laughed, post survival high kicking in.

“Ha ha hiiii am so fucked.” If he closed his eyes, Blurr could pretend the human was laughing along. And not just coughing up his mistake.

Resting his temple on the stair step, Blurr realized he couldn’t open his eyes. The high dropped off. The only moments he could accomplish were the involuntary twitches of over extended muscle tissue.

Blurr could hear water swishing and felt it lapping at his shoulders. Like a stalking predator, the ocean had crawled a foot higher in the short time they’d been laying there.

His eyelids felt gritty trying to pull them back. He managed it on the second attempt and focused his fuzzy vision on his human.

“Orng.” He was breathing semi normally again. Occasionally catching another coughing fit but otherwise pulling in complete lungful’s of air.

“Orange.” The human slowly responded to his name, turning his head to face the mer. He did a little hand flap.

“Yeah, hi.” Blurr returned the gesture, though lifting his hand felt like it was made from pure lead. “You gotta get up. You gotta get up higher. I’m- I’m tapped out.”

Orange made a noise that sounded like “Blooh.”

Blurr slid his arms under himself, fighting gravity to look at the other properly. “Orange, I’m done. I can’t. The tides coming back and I can’t carry you anymore.”

Orange sat up, brow furrowed. The human looked from the clicking mer to the sloshing water behind them.

The mer sagged in relief when the human finally stood and turned to face the stairs.

And immediately “Hurkked” when Orange grabbed the bag and started dragging him along.

The mer verbally protested being treated like an overstuffed suitcase, but physically? Yeah this may as well be happening. At least he could make a decent argument that it was the humans idea if the orcas caught them now.

Their ascent was painfully slow, frequently interrupted by trembling breaks and reedy breathers. By the end, Orange could only pull them up a couple steps at a time before needing to sit.

Blurr zoned out, trying to ignore the bruises forming across his shoulders and where his tail was being garroted by the bag.

He distracted himself how he usually did, with chit chat. “You didn’t have to bring me you know. I appreciate it. The whole dragging me around like a drug bag thing. I have no idea why you’re keeping me safe but hey, actions speak louder than words.”

Previously, whenever Blurr spoke to Orange, he’d get some nonsense burbling in response. The human was uncharacteristically silent.

Blurr side eyed the “technically a predator” human. “You’re uh, not carrying me off to eat me right?”

Orange had stopped on another landing, digging through one of the side pockets and chugging a pod? A comb? A weird clear bottle looking thing of water.

Orange, still catching his breath, took notice of Blurr’s waiting silence. He raised a hand, “Hih Blooh.”

Blurr snorted. “Oh yeah. Apex predator right here. Gonna save me for a late lunch. Maybe eat my heart for dessert.”

Eventually, Orange managed to pull them onto a floor that was mostly untouched by water damage. The spongy texture of the floor squelched wherever weight was applied, manifesting shallow puddles in their wake. Blurr was getting uncomfortably acquainted with the textures involved.

For the first time, he was pulled into an actual human nest chamber. Blurr looked up and blinked rapidly, mouth slightly agape and brow furrowed.

“Okay. Why does this look like an apartment and more importantly, why does it look nicer than mine?!”

All the proportions were completely wack and every appliance was far too square, but that was sure as shit a kitchen they just passed. It was all just alien enough that Blurr couldn’t tell for certain What exactly was supposed to be What. However, Blurr knew what luxury looked like and this place reeked of it.

Polished stone countertops, glittering wall ornaments and some of the most uncomfortable looking furniture he’s ever seen in his life. The place even had an open floor plan, turning the space into one continuous room. Most striking of all was the far wall completely composed of glass, overlooking the flooded apocalypse.

Blurr could honestly picture this whole thing as some kind of modern art piece in a gallery. A Commentary on Mer Civilizations Corruption of Nature’s Purity. A Nest Made Hollow by Pompous McFuckface.

Orange didn’t seem bothered by the sound of Blurr’s brain breaking and dropped the mer on the carpet, bee-lining for a weirdly rectangular bed.

“Um, excuse me? Concierge I appear to be on the floor.” Blurr rolled onto his elbows. He watched Orange flop face first onto the bed, starfish style. He showed no signs of moving.

“Yeah I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Blurr felt like gravity had increased a hundred fold, but screw that. His arms shook with exhaustion as he peeled out of the wretched traveling cocoon. The only thing fueling his last vestiges of strength was the promise of sleeping in an almost actual bed.

“Scooch.” Blurr grunted.

“Hmg.” Orange also grunted.

He dug his claws into the soft lining, heaving himself on top of the covers. Not stopping until he was fully in the center, instantly deflating upon success.

Eyes shut, and the passage of time dropped out from under him like a trick floor.

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Blurr startled awake. His arm hurt. Actually, everything hurt. But at the moment his right arm hurt like the joint had locked into position and was cutting off blood flow.

Something warm and heavy was weighing down the right side of his body. Breathing softly against his pinned shoulder.

Blurr clicked dully, squinting in the daylight. Orange was halfway on top of him, completely out cold. Blurr wedged his numb and tingling arm to under the space of the humans neck, restoring blood flow to the appendage.

Blearily looking around, the sun had moved a couple feet across the sky. It was maybe just before noonish?

Blurr threw his free arm over his eyes.

He’d only managed to sleep a couple hours and still felt so tired he wanted to cry. Blurr wasn’t an insomniac per say, but getting his brain to slow down once it started running was a Sisyphean task. If he was home, Blurr could doom scroll for a couple hours until he physically couldn’t stay awake any longer. Or put on a random movie to the same effect.

Blurr resigned himself to being bored, miserable and too tired to sleep. Waves crashed somewhere below in a rhythmic pattern. Absentmindedly, he started tracing the seams of Orange’s outer pelt. The texture was both bumpy and straight, faintly warm from.. fr…

One eyelid half fluttered open, the other remained at rest. Blurr closed his dry mouth, tasting his own breath. The last 24 hours dripped back into his consciousness and the mer groaned.

Orange had rolled around in their sleep again and was laying fully perpendicularly across his chest. If the weight didn’t feel like it was pressing his soul back into his body, Blurr might have considered removing the human. As it stood, the mer was content to let the moment of safety linger.

Since he was awake again, ish, he could at least take the time to compose some kind of public response for when he finally returned to civilization.

Hello everyone! You all like those heartstring pulling stories where celebrities save a poor helpless animal from certain doom? Well have I got a tale for you!

Blurr crossed his arms over his new 2 in 1 heated and weighted blanket. He fiddled with the reddish fur at the back of the humans head. The texture was totally unlike a seal or sea lions fur, a little stiff and crinkly from dried on seawater.

We’ve got tender moments of trust, heart pumping action, wilderness survival and even a close call with the authorities!

He lightly kneaded the fur, the hairs softening as he worked clumped patches through his fingers. Orange flattened out like melting snow.

A good conditioner could take care of that. Maybe some specialty shampoo.

Blurr closed his eyes.

And it ends in heartbreak.

“I can’t keep you.” He mumbled.

“I forgot you couldn’t breath underwater for fucks sake. Even if it wasn’t insanely illegal, I wouldn’t be able to actually take care of you.” Blurr kept his voice down, though he was starting to be pretty sure Orange could sleep through choir practice for a pod of whales.

He looked up humans once after he first started visiting the shore. The information was sparse to put it mildly. Plenty of pages on what to expect if you cut open a dead one, but almost nothing about their natural behavior. Tons of urban legends and a not so surprising number of fanfics, which he now had the first hand experience to definitively say were 90% carp crap.

Humans don’t even purr. They hum when they’re happy.

He found lots of government warnings about how dangerous they were in numbers. But any actual scientific papers were all about hunting habits. Shit, Blurr even read one doctors firsthand account of how he was attacked and barely survived getting four freaking limbs ripped off.

None of it lined up with what Blurr had seen for himself.

Blurr smoothed out the last of Oranges fur.

“What are you?” He whistled quietly. Staring at the bizarro recreation of a pent house around them, Blurr felt something uncomfortable and niggling at the back of his mind. The cold squirming worm of a paradigm shift that wanted to burrow in and raise every fin on his body.

He suppressed a shudder and pushed the worm away. Letting the undertow of sleep wash the thought away.

Maybe if I sleep for long enough, I’ll wake up and everything will actually be normal.

He slipped under, drifting away once more.

Orange rolled directly on top of Blurr’s head.

Through a combination of muffled shrieking and panicked slapping, the human jolted awake and nearly kicked them both off the bed.

Which bobbed.

Free of the human straight jacket, Blurr sat upright and finally got a good look around.

High tide had arrived. Their bed drifted slowly through the foot or so of water that filled the apartment. By the look of the sun, another couple hours had passed while he’d been conked out.

Blurr scratched at the scales around his gills, feeling like a piece of jerky, and quickly slipped into the water, relishing in the cool relief it brought to his body. Stretching his arms and back, listening to a few joints pop in release.

Feeling much more alive now, he playfully flicked a little water at the human still on the bed. Orange pulled up a blanket to shield himself and dipped a hand in to send a spray back to Blurr.

“You dare challenge me? And here I was thinking you were clever sweetheart!” Blurr grinned devilishly, coiling his body tight and fanning out his tail.

The smile dropped off Oranges face.

The water war ended then and there as Blurr swam victory laps around the apartment. Orange preemptively soaked for the day ahead. Finding where the bag had gone, Blurr fetched it so they could both get some.. breakfast? Lunch?

Eh, whatever.

“I have no idea what this stuff is but it’s amazing. Seriously, if I didn’t think it’d end up triggering horrible ecological exploitation I’d try to sell this to everyone.” Blurr dug into the salty cube of protein, having figured out how to open the human storage combs from watching Orange.

He licked the remaining fat from his fingers, decorum be damned. “Right, if we’re going to get back to civilization, this window of time is going to be our best chance.”

Blurr’s face wrinkled at the horrible bag. “I could maaaybe make a mad dash for the exit in one go. But with all the freaky stuff swimming around, I think having an emergency vertical escape route is a little too useful.”

The mer looked out over the flooded city. Most of the taller buildings stuck out well above of the water line. Various debris littered the surface, further cluttering the way. He could pretty much tell which way the ocean was, though it wasn’t a clean shot and would take a fair bit of weaving to get through.

“I mean, assuming you’ll let me carry you again. You’ve got a pretty nice set up here and I think we’re more than even now. I’mkeepingthemeatblocksthough.” He started arranging the bag to pull it back on.

Blurr hissed as the edges of the straps dug into the tender bruising grooves across his shoulders. Orange, who’d be eating and babbling along to Blurr’s monologue paused and scooted closer.

The human inspected the straps, slipping his fingers underneath and running the edge along his thumb. Orange made a couple nonsense noises before hopping off the bed to splash further into the apartment, disappearing around the corner.

The only thing that stopped Blurr from taking that as his queue to leave was a burning curiosity to know what the human was doing back there.

The sound of doors opening and closing, a few bumps and thuds of object’s falling over and a triumphant human noise kept Blurr on the edge of his seat.

Orange returned carrying some squares of cloth and a cylinder of glossy gray material, wearing the latter like a wrist ornament.

Curiously, Blurr watched as Orange wrapped the cloth around the straps, padding them out, and securing it in place with strips of sticky leather pulled off the wrist cylinder.

The mers face was carefully blank. “Orange.. How smart are you?”

The human chittered to himself happily, making small adjustments to the improvised padding.

“Okay you’re freaking me out a little. That wasn’t normal. What you just did isn’t normal.” Blurr consciously kept his fins from flaring, not wanting to cause the human to panic again after the incident with the cops. The human continued to be oblivious.

“Orange,” Blurr placed his hands on the human, causing them to stop talking and look him directly in the eyes. Blurr slowly and deliberately enunciated each click. “Can you understand me?”

The humans eyes were blank and devoid of comprehension. Orange was quickly turning red and Blurr could feel him wanting to pull away.

“Just- Give me one sign I’m not going crazy here. Like, I don’t know. Wave with both hands if you understand what I’m saying. Clap twice. Literally anything.” Blurr let Orange go, who suddenly seemed extremely interested in anything other than the mer. “Please sweetheart?”

Nothing.

Blurr sighed, rubbing the heels of his palms over his eyes. “Yeah okay. I’m just loosing it.”

The mer considered the “penthouse” one last time before putting it out of his mind. Blurr finished getting strapped in and Orange quickly followed suit.

The duo ventured into waters not yet known.

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“Okay, so the other delivery guy is totally panicking now right? Swindles got a bloody axe, the health inspector is still screaming from inside the floorboards, and there’s FIFTEEN GODDAMN SEAGULLS LOOSE inside the liquor cabinet.”

Blurr turned a random corner, not really minding his surroundings.

“And all of this is happening right in front of the freaking Senator.” Blurr can’t help but snickering at that point.

Orange rattled off some random human noises, Blurr waited patiently for his turn to talk again.“The Senator was a doll honestly. Very sympathetic to the whole situation. He was the one who got me through the door into professional racing actually.”

Blurr dropped the tenor of his voice dramatically. “He said: Blurr, you’re a young mer with incredible talent and unparalleled drive. But if you ever take another delivery job you’re going to end up in jail.”

Orange made an enthusiastic sound, kicking his feet slightly.

“Anyways, that’s how Swindle and I met at some kids birthday party.” Blurr rolled his eyes with a smile. Swindle was never going to believe this.

Taking a break from telling stories, Blurr stuck his head underwater to refresh his face, careful to keep the human top side.

They were swimming a few stories above the ground here. Sand pulled inward by the rip tides had settled across former streets, numerous species of sea life flit by exploring the flooded structures that were absolutely tangled in seaweed. A wild mer hunted some smaller fish through the interiors of a nearby building.

Glassy eyes flicked up to Blurr. Webbed hands paddling slowly to creep closer.

Blurr barred his teeth, locking eyes with the wild mer and sending out a few warning clicks. Low and echoing.

The possible predator got the message and turned tail.

Blurr puffed out his chest, radiating smugness. After the mutant leviathan from yesterday, it was going to take significantly more than some casual uncanny valley to rattle him now. Blurr was a hardened survivalist now.

The wild mer swept down close to the sand, keeping one eye trained upwards at Blurr in distrust.

The sand exploded and the mer vanished with a flash of massive ivory mandibles.

Blurr watched blood drift out of the newly revealed manhole like reddish smoke.

He popped his head back above water. “Hey did I every tell you about how much I hate the outdoors?”

Blurr hoped Orange couldn’t feel his rocketing heart rate through the bag. “I hate it! Loathe even! And oh wow my tail is sooo tired, I could really use a break from swimming so whatcha say we switch off for a while m’kay?”

Blurr kept a death grip on his nerves, refusing to bolt again. Instead he swam between a cluster of buildings with several shorter ones in between just beneath the waterline.

Maybe a just a little briskly.

Blurr was just about to signal Orange they where going to flip when a shrill metallic whistle cracked through the air.

The thin layer of sand beneath them exploded and for a single second Blurr choked on his own heart.

Gravity smashed into him as Orange instantly doubled in weight, crushing Blurr face first against a lattice of ropes.

Orange was shouting, frantically trying to push against the net and Blurr wasn’t behaving much better. He at least managed through sheer panic to twist them around enough that his spine wasn’t going to break from the weight.

Blurr and Orange swayed several feet above the water, hopelessly tangled and completely upside down.

The mer picked up the sound of many humans hollering. Jubilant and excited. The collective pitch was in a higher register than what Orange sounded like.

“Are you actually shitting me right now?” Blurr pressed his face to the netting. He watched as a ragtag pack of mini humans clambered from their hiding spots, armed with pointed sticks and blunt metal instruments.

“Of all the psychotic ways to die in this place are we seriously gonna get poked to death by a bunch of kids?!” He whistled irately, tail thrashing within his limited movement.

Orange was still being loud and noisy, but instead of continuing to just scream, he’d started chattering away at the juveniles surrounding them at a frantic speed.

Shockingly, a couple of the larger ones responded. Kicking off an honest to god dialogue. Albeit, one that clearly wasn’t weighted in Oranges favor.

While Orange barked at his back, Blurr noticed one of the smallest humans approach him specifically.

The wide eyed and gap toothed human opened its mouth and, “Ello there govna’!”

“What?” Blurr blinked. “What the fuck?”

The tiny human had a contemplative look on his face, frowning slightly before whistling back, “Ello what the fueck?!”

“The FUCK?” This wasn’t real. All of the blood in his body was rushing to his head and Blurr was having a stroke or something.

“Oooh, the fuck!” The tiny human annunciated, pretty closely mimicking Blurr’s speech.

The tiny human waved at the others, yelling some human nonsense that gathered their attention.

Interspersed, Blurr could hear them saying “Fuck” repeatedly.

Soon, all the other baby humans began repeating the “whistle-click” of the cuss word.

A chorus rung out.

“Fuck?”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck fuck.”

“Fuck fuck fuck?”

“Fuck fuck!”

“Ah, hokay.”

Somewhere in the distance, a deep bellowing mer voice called out. A classic two note song for recalling wandering children. The baby humans all stopped. Swiftly, they retreated back the way they came. Orange desperately called after them, where the largest responded with a clipped series of human barks.

Just before the littlest one left, he turned back to Blurr with a tiny hand waving goodbye, “Thank ya’ for the word-gift Mister Fuck-Fish! Fare thee well an’ safe travels!”

The moment after they disappeared, the rope was cut and the two of them crashed back into the water.

Disentangling themselves. Orange and Blurr both sat in the shallow water, each staring at nothing, slightly slack jawed.

The baby humans showed no signs of returning. For good or for evil.

Blurr broke the silence first. “We.. will never speak of this. And if we must. There was twenty of them. And they were fairies.”

Orange nodded, thousand yard stare unbroken.

A muggy wind began to pick up, rolling in from the east.

Orange, eventually, stood. And continued their journey on foot across the apocalyptic jungle gym.

As the hours of alternating travel between land and sea slipped by, a grey cast began to overtake the sky. Fat drops of dark rain spotted dry concrete. The water nipped a little louder at the edges of their pathways.

Orange began to shiver.

And as the first distant flashes of lightning flickered across the reflective buildings, Blurr felt his heart cinch.

All he saw was a still image. Quickly gone. Of leopard seal spots, and a blood bright visor.

Hunting.

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Aight. The Lethal Grandma joke will come soon but not now, because pacing is a thing.

Blurr and Swerve are cursed to have the worst possible encounters with every other survivor in the Apocalypse. Because it’s funny.

-SSTP

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Sweater Weather ♡︎ Matt Sturniolo

prompt bc i love @mattybsgroupie's mind

You weren’t expecting Matt to look as good in his sweater as he did. The muted gray highlighted the slight red in his cheeks and his wide blue eyes, baggy and hanging off his body so he was practically swimming in the soft fabric. He was so excited to show off the new clothes he bought, but neither of you anticipated where it would leave the two of you.

“Ngh一sto-stop! Slow down, slow down一mmph!” Needy moans escape Matt’s lips as he stares at you sitting in between his legs while you jerk him off repeatedly. The lewd noise of squelching fills the room, your manicured hands gliding up and down his cock with help of precum leaking from his throbbing tip and your saliva. You added another hand, twisting both in opposite directions, similar to how you would twist a pepper grinder. “W-wait, wait, wait一baby一Ah!” Matt’s whines grow higher as he squirms and thrashes around the bed, his knuckles turning white from his harsh grip in the sheets.

Your movements don’t let up, your hands moving impossibly fast around his thick length. His cheeks are a tomato red, his chest rising and falling in pants under the sweater that was now bunched up around his waist. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and made his messy brown hair sticky as a familiar coil builds low in his stomach. He throws his head back against the pillow, his eyes still following your wrist twisting perfectly around him, even with fuzzy, half lidded vision.

His bottom lip gets caught between his teeth, trying to suppress his whiny noises as he resists the urge to rut his hips into your hand. “M一M’close一please, can I一can I take the sweater off?” He pleads, his voice getting caught in his throat with stroke of your hand.

You laugh at his disheveled state, his shaggy locs tangled and spread out across his forehead and the pillow under him. His chest rides and falls in quick succession, his thighs tightening as he holds back the overwhelming feeling of his approaching release. He can barely keep his eyes open. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips, soft moans threatening to slip out.

“Aww, but you look so nice in it,” you coo teasingly, pressing soft kisses to his sensitive tip, before licking a stripe up the underside of his dick and making him shudder.

His eyes flutter shut as a pathetic whine finally leaves his plump lips. "But一But...Fuck...Gonna be so messy一I ca一can't,"

"Shh...C'mon, baby...Jus’s keep lookin' pretty for me, 'kay?" You watch as his eyes roll back into his head at the sensations, his head pressing further into the pillows. "Jus' keep feelin' good."

Matt's hips give an involuntary thrust into your hand, tears brimming his waterline as drool starts to pool at the corners of his mouth from holding his jaw slack. With no resistance from you, he bucks his hips up again quickly, starting to match the rhythm of you pumping his cock. The tight coil starts to build in his stomach again and before he can object, it snaps, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave.

"No, no, wait, a一ah一Fuck!" Matt lets out a choked whimper, his hips jerking up and stuttering as his body tenses. Thick strings of pearly white spill out of his cock, painting his new sweater in ropes of cum. "Oh一Oh my一God!" His back arches high off the bed as you jerk him off, his head thrown back in euphoria. His body trembles hard, his breath coming out in harsh pants, incoherent babbles falling off his tongue.

"There you go..." You purr, tracing the veins of his shaft, watching him twitch with sensitivity. "Y'look even prettier like this," you laugh softly as Matt comes back to the real world, laying lax against the mattress under him. His glossy eyes flutter open, darting between the mischievous grin on your face and at the mess on his sweater.

His brain still fuzzy from his orgasm, he struggles to form words, only managing out small whimpers. "Look一Look what you did," His voice is soft and whiny as he looks up at you with saddened eyes. "It's ruined," he forms his pink, swollen lips into a pout, throwing his arm over his eyes as the sweater sleeves roll down to his elbows.

"It's fine, Matt," you laugh, swiping some of his release off the soft material. "Looks better like this anyway."

this came to me in a dream

[keferon]

I myself don’t know a whole lot about orca captivity beyond the horrors of sea world but even then I know Jazz would be going through it, especially psychologically. Most obvious being that Jazz might not even be able to speak merfolk (that is assuming he was born and raised in captivity rather than being taken in as a baby were he might have already learned some words and sentences) and some serious self worth/relation ship issues (him having to do tricks to earn attention/affection and that to get anything he has to appease someone with power. Also being treated as an over glorified pet by most humans even though he can kind of communicate and express his needs, essentially treating him like a fancy parrot)

All that is to say he is suffering and needs his ocean time :)

HE NEEDS HIS OCEAN TIME

I want him realising that he can swim FAST. Swim in any direction. Dive deep, jump high and meet no walls or ceilings.

I want him to be scared of everything at first. Not knowing what is dangerous and how to react on different things. Hiding and staying away from every creature that looks even slightly dangerous. Treating all those monsters and mutants like a human would - with extreme caution and fear.

I want Prowl to take his hand and say “You don’t need to be scared. They’re slower. They’re dumber. They’re weaker than you. I know it doesn’t look like that but the deadliest creature among them all is you.”

Also thinking about Jazz being more impulsive when it comes to displaying aggression because this is what solitary confinement does to a mer.

Did you know that only captive orcas kill humans? I just learned about that and I will think about that fact forever now