#he‘s so damn pretty still

[motl3y-cru3]

the prettiest mermaid you've ever see 🧜‍♀️

[koqabear]

Pretty Privilege (and its complications…)

♫: California Gurls, Katy Perry // Icky, Kard

“You love your boyfriend more than anything; so much so that you decide to pay a visit to him while he‘s on duty, a perfect excuse to gawk at his perfect form and charming self. Unbeknownst to you (like always) the act only causes Taehyun to stress, forced to watch you attract attention like a magnet and have people flirt with you left and right— even your understanding boyfriend has his limits, you know.”

lifeguard!Taehyun x fem!reader

Genre: established relationship, beach au, fluff, smut

Word count: 9.6K

warnings: bimbo/ditzy/feminine mc, mc is called a queencard bc idk, mc gets horny every three seconds, mc has nipple peircings and insane pretty privilege, (I have nothing to say for myself.) everyone in this damn beach wants her, she gets hit on by both men and women. alcohol consumption, (no one gets drunk) use of pet names (baby, my girl etc.)  and the words boyfriend/girlfriend, lowkey public indecency.. teasing, possessiveness, a little jealousy. 

smut warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!mc semi-public sex, marking, thigh riding, degrading, possessiveness (again!), rough sex, biting, breast play, grinding, oral (f. rec) multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, strength kink, tae picks the mc up, praise, dacryphilia, creampie (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: alternate title: my strange addiction (kang taehyun) this fic is nawt meant to be taken seriously!! (I blacked out halfway through writing and editing this) Can you tell that I have tropes that just have a deathly chokehold on me? Embarrassing…

Kang Taehyun feels his heart stop the moment he sees your car pull up. 

A peaceful, thirty-minute break quickly turns into a meditation session the moment he sees your hot pink Porsche convertible pull up, straight from a Barbie movie as the fuzzy dice that hang from the mirror bounce around— even from the top of the hill where the parking lot is at, he’s still able to spot you with eerie ease.

You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly. 

His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously. 

Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between. 

God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.

A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.

A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway. 

You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side. 

It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation. 

Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot. 

“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?

“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!” 

“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?” 

Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…

Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now. 

The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him. 

The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand. 

“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty. 

Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there. 

Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)

You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips. 

Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric. 

Oh god. He’s screwed. 

You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy. 

“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”

With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up. 

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you. 

Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.

You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you. 

Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu. 

“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?” 

The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.

“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.

“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!” 

You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side. 

Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her. 

“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response. 

“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.

“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?” 

“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!” 

“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.

“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?” 

Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.

“Can I get a water please?” 

Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”

Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you. 

“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?” 

You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly. 

“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.” 

Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.

“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound. 

You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him. 

“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly. 

“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly. 

“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in. 

“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down. 

“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.

“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head. 

“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”

“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.” 

Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight. 

“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.” 

Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.

“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”

His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off. 

You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…

You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.

He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad. 

“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.

“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”

“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!” 

“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”

“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you. 

“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.

“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!” 

“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”

“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”

To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.

The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look. 

“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.” 

Shit, you totally were. 

-♡-

The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least. 

It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.

Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level. 

He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever. 

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.

He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age  offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead. 

“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear. 

“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer. 

“She’s not.”

You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk. 

“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly. 

“No, I’m not.” 

You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something. 

“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears. 

“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?” 

“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him. 

“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?” 

Horny. 

“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours. 

You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you. 

“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.

“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.

“Do the rest for me?” 

Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…

“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway. 

Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible. 

You, on the other hand, are not doing that great. 

If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds. 

The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly. 

“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.

“Hmm?” 

This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now. 

“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”

Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes. 

He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him. 

Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.

“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?” 

You think you might die if you don’t take him right now. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state. 

“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.” 

You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more. 

Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly. 

-♡-

Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.

“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.

“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”

Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily. 

“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”

“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you. 

“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his. 

“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”  

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet. 

“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return. 

He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it. 

He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day. 

“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.” 

“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.” 

Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him. 

“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly. 

“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?” 

“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.” 

I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.

“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. 

The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall. 

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?” 

The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.

If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.

“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”  

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully. 

“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”

“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.” 

His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple. 

You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you. 

Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.

“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”  

“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”

“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”

It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already. 

“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.

“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else. 

“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.

“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.

“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.

Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.

“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.

Your body said otherwise, however.

“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more. 

“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears. 

“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”

You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment. 

He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now. 

“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.

“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”

His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling. 

Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building. 

You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.

It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move. 

It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.

Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you. 

“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”

You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely. 

“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.” 

You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely. 

“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”

The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you. 

It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so. 

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”

With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure. 

“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so. 

“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.” 

“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”

“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”

Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.

“Sure. I’d like that.” 

It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment. 

“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so. 

“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.

“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.

“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.

“Yeah. You were so good for me.”

Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach. 

[dizzrespect]

🎀 Carrying Stu Machers Child 🎀

warnings; mentions of birth, mentions of smut

this man just loved to breed you. And to be fair, you loved it too. So it wasn’t really a surprise that your period was lacking for over a month now.

When you bought the pregnancy tests you were nervous at first. You didn’t tell Stu, because you were a little anxious about what he‘ll say. You‘re still both in high school and it wasn’t really the goal for both of you to drop out as teenie parents.

When you took the test you were at his place. You’re always at his place since you found out that his parents just kind of abandoned him there.

You were just checking the result window when your boyfriend chimes into the bathroom. It’s a bad habit of his, he never minds if you’re currently pooping or just washing your hands in there. If he wants to be with you, he does.

He doesn’t even realize what’s going on at first, bragging about something Randy told him. When he finally sees the little white pen looking thing in your hands, he stops mid sentence.

"What do you have there, angel?"

When you silently show him the pregnancy test he snatches it from you, checking the result window with a frown.

"You‘re pregnant?", he whispers, looking at you with a baffled expression.

You just nod quietly, suddenly feeling a little ashamed.

The next moment you‘re scooped up into his arms. He spins you around like a little whirlwind and chuckles happily.

"I‘m going to be a dad!", he cheers, smile brighter than ever.

while you’re pregnant

Stu is still the goofy, lighthearted guy you fell in love with

but now he carries all your books and your school bag in school… well, he’s constantly carrying something for you

constantly talking to your belly like an idiot

he always makes sure that you‘ve eaten enough and that you’re hydrated

he even cooks for you

he‘s more protective than ever, always one arm around you or touching you in other little ways

pregnancy sex? yes. of course.

but there’s no position where you don’t face him anymore. he mostly fucks you in missionary, now.

deep and slow with intertwined fingers, pressing your hands into the sheets while he‘s constantly kissing some part of your pretty face or neck

"Is it safe for the baby?", because this idiot thinks his dick is big enough to poke his mini me inside the warmth of your womb

the birth

this idiot somehow managed to come with you into labour

he holds your hand and supports you

little forehead kisses

he eyes the midwifes, ready to fight them if necessary (it’s not necessary, he’s just overprotective)

he offers you water every now and then

when you struggle the first time a sly grin appears on his lips

"damn, angel, I did a great job, huh?"

he shut his mouth after you yelled at him and called him offending names like "stupid idiot"

he doesn’t mind, though. and he stays by your side nonetheless cuz he is, in fact, a stupid idiot sometimes and he appreciates that you still choose to stay with him, to have his child

when the midwives inform him that the little head peaks out he steps closer to have a look

did you thought he would faint? yes.

but he just stands there in awe, eyes sparkling as he watches how you press out the little being you both created

the midwives take the baby and wrap it up in a soft towel, handing it carefully to Stu, who smiles in awe at his little daughter

he steps to you and carefully hands you the little girl

"I want another one", he says which makes you glare at him, holding the little wonder in your arms

[anantaru]

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

you frown, "a truly astounding question." and give kaveh a playful squeeze on his cheek before inclining forward to kiss the subtle red spot and soothe the prickling square.

"answer me!" he‘s persistant, at least he‘s cute while doing it.

in all sincerity, a silly question such as this one coming from kaveh himself didn‘t particularly face you, at all. frankly, you knew your boyfriend very well and you have to admit, it does apply a certain charm on him, that sweet, innocent behavior of his.

"of course i would." you crawl into his lap, reasoning yourself to your very core. there‘s a soft, distant chime, a humming musing presumably slipping past your boyfriends throat, it’s wrapping you up, ears tilting a little higher with interest. You feel yourself being molded against his chest the very short instance kaveh closes his arms around your hips, inching towards your ear until merely a hairsbreadth away.

"you‘re lying!" no warnings, no caution, only kaveh practically yelping against your ear shell, all dramatic and wild in his usual fashion. it‘s certainly a give or take with him.

but now, was this it? you question yourself before slightly panicking;

"i‘m not!" and count up, "you would be a cute worm i‘d keep you forever!"

alright, saved. proceeding, you swing your arms around his shoulder, blinking slowly, before applying a little kiss on his cheek again— a sense of deep calm straightening below you.

kaveh turns his head towards you and chuckled, silently shifting you closer into him, he thinks it‘s adorable you didn‘t realise he was messing with you this entire time, "i guess you make a valid point." he scrunches his brow in deep questioning, actually, on a second thought, you calling him a cute worm was pretty nice.

or maybe he was just needy for attention today, hmm, he figures, yes— bingo! that‘s right, that‘s why he asked the question in the first place. but his expression must have been telling you what was going on, because once more have you caught his ever so parted lips inch into a smile—so damn sharply it began to hurt him.

yet, as smug as you could muster becoming, you already set out to give him a taste of his own bitter medicine;

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

“what?!”

©2023 anantaru do not share, copy, translate any of my work

[strwbnnie]

chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭

cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!

Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.

❀

Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in. 

You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit. 

You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.

You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers. 

“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”

The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.

“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”

Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again. 

The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???

Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.

After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit. 

You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing. 

The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.

You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.

“Hey!”

He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.

Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space. 

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”

He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.

Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching. 

Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.

“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...” 

You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now. 

“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?” 

His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t. 

The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.

“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend. 

You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.

“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.

You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends. 

“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.

“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”

He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously. 

Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self. 

On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.

He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick. 

All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case. 

So you thought. 

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”

Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug. 

You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.

He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.

“I should’ve listened to you.”

Words muffled into his chest but he heard you. 

“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” 

His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob. 

“I’ll handle it.”

He’d handle it. Handle him. 

His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.

“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.” 

He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him. 

“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”

It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.

His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself. 

He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore. 

Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?

[crow-n-tell]

HELLO AND WELCOOOOME TO!

What kind of jellyfish is sun?

I got some requests about getting a lil layout of what jellyfish types I combined to get him the way I did for moon in this post. It’s not as fun and detailed as moons because, let’s face it: jellyfish are pretty straight forward but!! Here

Phacellophora Camtschatica

aka The Fried Egg Jellyfish.

This is the biggest and most obvious part of Sunny’s design, he‘s an egg boy and I love him for it. But also there’s an interesting bit about the relationship between fried egg jellyfish and larval crabs. See these lil baby crabs?

Yeah so they climb inside fried egg jellyfish and just. RIDE AROUND IN THEIR BELL? Consequences be damned lil dudes chillin in there getting a ride. Which makes this the second time I’ve seen other animals use jellyfish as transportation. Baby octopus, baby crabs, with sun’s size it’s safe to say reader could probably do the same.

Though maybe reader wouldn’t want to do that because the whole reason larval crabs are chilling in their bell is also because jellyfish, while not capable of being infected by parasites cause they… they don’t have the bits that help parasites do the meat suit piloting… are carriers of parasites! They just walk around with em chilling in there. Larval crabs love monchin on em.

Next up is!!

Chrysaora Fuscesscens

aka

Honestly pacific sea nettles don't have many interesting facts about them. What can I say? they are very very long - talking 15 feet long. Other than that there isn't much else to say, I wish I could list something insane off like, OH THEY’VE GOT LAZER EYES. Nope. These guys float around looking like beautiful undersea mushrooms and they need no special skills to do that.

Uh. Yeah it’s not a jellyfish. This specially has to do with Sunny’s electric ability. Maybe you were thinking, oh so he’s like electric eels? (Which actually aren’t eels! They are a type of knife fish) no no, I am a perfectionist! I aim for accuracy and I also aim for the fun of science. While jellyfish cannot actually 🎵 shock you like a electric eel 🎶, jellyfish can SORT OF generate electricity.

Via a green gooey substance in the bells of jellyfish, scientists have discovered that by exposing it to ultraviolet light it produces electrons. Layman's terms? SOLAR POWERED GOO. While jellyfish have not harnessed the solar goo, scientists have actually found a way of using it to make a new form of green electricity!

So while Sun isn't electric the way an electric eel is, he still has a way of using electricity to make him a pretty powerful lil taser. Enough to put something smaller than him in a cardiac arrest, and give something his size or bigger a good reason to scamper off.

SOLAR POWERED SUN!

Which leads to my finishing notes.

While sun uses his zapper stuff quite a bit, he does have a regular sting too. While relatively less lethal than his zapping for bigger creatures, it does function as a paralytic! For smaller creatures it’s Uh…. Its a lil more dangerous. Good thing neoprene is sting proof haha.

And I had something else…

I recently posted a magma with Sunny sleeping.

This is based around the jellyfish that scientist found out sleep, Cassiopeia.

They are usually just chilling like that, bell down. Looking at them like this it really makes you think about how closely related they are to sea anemones huh? Lil freaks.

Sometime soon I’ll post a eclipse version of this, which I’m excited about because I love sharks SO MUCH.

[felagund-the-valiant]

Caranthir SFW Alphabet

A/N: trying my hands at these, for some reason it was much more difficult than I’d thought. Sometimes formulating concrete thoughts is hard lol, might come back to this in the future.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s not big on pda, so most affections would take place in private. The most he would do in public is holding your hand and maybe giving you a quick kiss or hug if you initiate it. He’s kinda awkward about it in the beginning but slowly warms up to it over the course of your relationship.

In private it’s a complete switch, you can be as affectionate as you want and he has no second thoughts when it comes to returning your affections.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

His reputation scares away a lot of people, so he doesn’t have a lot of close friends, though he does have several good acquaintances. An ideal person to vent to, he‘s never going to judge. If there‘s someone who understands the need to load off frustration in a confidential setting, it‘s him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Actually really likes cuddles but is hesitant to admit it at first because he doesn’t want to be made fun of for how opposite it is to his usual gruff demeanour (not that you would ever do so). There’s something about the way he holds you that makes you feel completely safe, like a Balrog could burst through the door and still nothing would happen to you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Absolutely not against settling down, he starts thinking about it once he feels like the two of you are secure enough in your relationship. Since you‘re one of the people he wants to avoid conflict with as much as possible, he makes it a point to take initiative when it comes to chores.

A decent enough cook, and he enjoys preparing meals with you together – which doesn’t happen often unfortunately, since both of you are generally pretty busy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would probably be like ripping off a plaster – just get it over with as quick and painless as possible. Might come across a little cold, but it’s just him trying to keep his feelings under control so he can actually go through with it and not back-paddle at the last second.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In Valinor he’s pretty open minded when it comes to marriage and if you expressed willingness to get married as well, he’d happily start planning a proposal – which would take place in private, the thought of a public proposal would never even cross his mind.

In Beleriand, he absolutely refuses, no matter how much you plead with him. Even if you turn the tables and propose to him instead, he will straight up tell you no. He just couldn’t bear the thought of you binding yourself to someone as doomed as him. Doesn‘t give a damn about what anyone thinks about the two of you living together unwed.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Once you break through his tough outer shell, you‘ll find he‘s got no problem with being gentle and even quite enjoys it – as long as it’s kept behind closed doors. He’s got a reputation to uphold, after all. (It’s much more serious in his mind than it actually is, poor guy.)

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Adores hugging in private, he‘ll never turn you down – it‘s a wonderful way for him to destress and as we’ve established, his cuddles and hugs pretty amazing.

In public it‘s a different matter. He doesn‘t mind having his arm around you casually, but full-on hugs are often too much for him.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Has no problem with taking the initiative once he’s certain of his feelings for you. Although it might end up happening in the middle of a heated discussion. You know, like “Why do you care?” “Because I love you.” (I‘m weak for scenes like that, help.)

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

His jealousy is hit or miss. He generally trusts that you can handle yourself when it comes to others making advances (though he will firmly step in if you appear intimidated or too uncomfortable). The only thing that really gets to him at times are the personalities of others. There are moments where he sees you happily chatting away with more easy-going and cheerful people than him and subconsciously wonders if you preferred it if he acted more like them.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He likes kissing your forehead as a quick reminder of his adoration, especially when you stop by his office during the day. Other than that, he has no real preferences. All kisses are good kisses to him, and he enjoys them to the fullest extend.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Having three younger siblings and plenty of younger cousins, he‘s more than used to being around children. Still not the biggest fan but would never even dream of acting negatively towards them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If you think he has grumpy tendencies during the day, you haven’t witnessed him in the morning. The polar opposite of a morning person. Only the bravest souls schedule an early meeting with him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

More often than not, you have to drag him away from his desk to make sure he gets some proper rest, he’s just that much of a workaholic. He might complain in the moment but once he’s actually in bed he’ll begrudgingly thank you. Also doesn‘t take long for him to fall asleep after that because the exhaustion catches up with him quickly.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

A pretty secluded man, you‘ll have to do a lot of poking in the beginning. Once you have earned his trust and he fears no judgement from you, however, you can ask him basically anything.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

I don’t think I need to elaborate much here. His reputation precedes him, and people usually know not to agitate him too much. However, I don‘t imagine he gets immensely enraged 10 times a day, he‘s just too good at bottling things up until the seemingly most insignificant thing sets him off. Like an annoying cousin.

He‘s quite proud and doesn‘t tolerate any slander of his house – will always make sure to put people in their place. The same goes for any negative comments about you, especially when they are about you being together with a Fëanorian.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

The Eldar have excellent memory so he‘s definitely going to remember most things about you. Might be a little disappointed if you‘re not the same way about him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

As strange as it might sound, one of his most cherished memories is the moment you let him properly vent to you for the first time. Having you hear him out without judgement, without immediately writing him off as an overreacting hot-head and actually taking his concerns to heart was a reaffirmation of your love for him. You‘re his safe space, even if he might not be able to articulate it properly and he will never take it for granted.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

His protectiveness is on a steady incline the more time passes. He knows that at certain times/in certain company, being associated with a Fëanorian can paint a target on your back and he does his best to shield you from any harm, be it physically or verbally.

If you make any sort of promises of protection towards him, he‘ll laugh and reassure you that he is more than capable of taking care of himself. He appreciates the gesture, though.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He goes all out on gifts, it’s his #1 love language. You mentioned in passing that you liked a certain item? He’ll make sure to save that information in his mind for future reference. Likes to spoil you with all your favourite foods on important occasions, you can be sure he‘ll acquire all the most high-quality ingredients and let only his most skilled chefs prepare them.

A lot of times he comes to you with a nonchalant “Here, this made me think of you.” and hands you a gift that is worth a fortune.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He’s a sore loser and his brothers make use of it to piss him off intentionally, challenging him in games they know he’s bad at.

Has a secret petty streak. Please don‘t enable him, it won‘t end well.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He‘s not one for flashy outfits, but he does make sure his appearance reflects his status. Enjoys indulging in the finest materials. (Which isn‘t a problem, considering his position in Eastern Beleriand.)

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He‘s always been a pretty independent person who knows his own worth. So while he does value you more than anything else, he is also more than fine on his own.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He‘s a cat person. The whole “cold and aloof” stereotype while actually being soft on the inside makes him feel a certain kinship. Would love to have some but knows he probably wouldn‘t have enough time to take care of them on his own. Now if he had a partner … he might have to reconsider.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He definitely bears grudges, and it drives him up the walls when people are (in his opinion) unnecessarily quick to forgive.

Doesn’t care for boasting – prefers to let his actions speak for him, not his words.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He can‘t sleep without a blanket, no matter how hot it is outside (if you want to cuddle in summer, prepare to sweat buckets. He makes no compromises when it comes to blankets). This can make him a bit of an unknowing blanket hog.

[dhs-in-distress]

Finally posting this damn OC-canon-interaction post (for Scatters and the main five bots currently)

(Don‘t wanna seem desperate or guilt people into doing it, just wanna say that if anyone wants to suggest characters (or situations) for the interaction thing I‘d love that cause I love thinking about how two characters would talk to/ feel about one another or how they‘d interact given a specific situation or how it would progress given enough time.)

Anyway, Team Prime under the cut,,

Optimus: Best way to describe it would probably be „exasperation“. OP already has a whole unruly team to deal with, and then this asshole stalks them for weeks, falls through the roof, on the brink of an exhaustion-induced „coma“. He can‘t not take him in, that would go against everything he personally stands for, but he sure doesn’t like the alternative either. Scatter disrupts the workflow, is hard to talk to and negotiate with, hardly takes orders; and if he does he almost never takes them seriously enough, harasses everyone and is more of a disturbance than any help if OP does try to take him on missions. He does however notice that he makes a great babysitter for Sari, and basically permanently assigns him as such whenever the others go anywhere even remotely dangerous. Additionally Scatters knows much more about Earth than all of the others combined and has a much deeper understanding than Sari (because she‘s like 8), so OP sometimes makes him do basic intel and scouting as well, but doesn‘t really trust him beyond that.

Going into Scatters‘ perspective on the whole thing (and ignoring the work stuff since that‘s largely the same), he mostly views OP as a complete pushover, but with potential. He very much avoids him, only talks to him if absolutely necessary and exclusively refers to him as „Prime“ in hopes of distancing himself from anyone by the Prime title out of sheer spite and principle. Deep down he does want OP to succeed though, can‘t help but feel sympathetic towards his whole… situation. He can somewhat relate, also having his life „screwed over“ by Sentinel, but thinks that OP‘s still „saveable“ from… everything pretty much. He can still turns this around, has the capacity to change something, maybe everything, for the better. For the most part though he‘s just a kid to Scatters, and a pushover, like wow.

Bumblebee: They don‘t have the greatest start, with Bee immediately assuming Scatters is a Decepticon and deeply offending him in the process, but quickly grows to view him as „Prowl if he was downright mean instead of just standoffish“. He doesn‘t really get Scatters‘ deal, but spends time with him by proxy because of Bulkhead, who Scatters typically hangs around if he‘s not off alone doing shady stuff. At some point Scatters let‘s it slip that he‘s not only privy to Earth knowledge in general, but also knows a fuck ton of media, including video games and action movies. This opens up their relationship a bit, because while Scatters still isn‘t too nice about it, he does share all the good websites to pirate stuff and even recommends a few things Bee ends up enjoying a considerable amount. In the end Bee doesn‘t find Scatters to be all too bad, he‘s easy to tick off and not too talkative, but is the one „older“ person on the team who gets and „supports“ his interests.

On the flip side, Scatters finds Bee to be incredibly grating. He‘s loud and bold and expressive and happy, and Scatters is a bit resentful about the free self expression and joy, since he himself is still on the „not allowed to feel happiness because the love of my life is dead and I shouldn‘t disgrace him like this“ train. And while it might come across as bonding or kind of him to take an interest in Bee‘s hobbies, Scatters mostly recommends these games and movies and sites because he knows it will annoy the rest of the team way more than him (because they live here and he does so only when necessary).

Ratchet: Being somewhat similar in both background and temper, these two do not like one another, and are often downright hostile if they‘re ever forced to talk, which is more often than one might think. Scatters downright refuses most medical treatment, especially if it‘s from Ratchet, and the whole „not taking orders seriously, if he doesn‘t refuse them altogether“ thing annoys Ratchet a lot more than it does OP (he‘s mostly just tired, and has more important shit to deal with anyway). And yeah, they‘re always at each others‘ throats, both figuratively and literally, arguing over every little thing even if it doesn’t matter at all, and by the time someone (Bulkhead usually, he‘s the only one both physically and emotionally capable to get them apart and to both calm down) ends the fight it‘s not even clear anymore why it started in the first place. Part of it is also that Scatters reminds Ratchet a little of himself (obviously), he sees all of his worst qualities in that guy, and wonders to himself „oh no am I this fragging irritating??!“ sometimes. The good side is that it makes him a LITTLE (a LITTLE ok, a tiny bit) more conscious about his way of dealing with these issues (that being… not dealing with the PTSD at all and just hoping it goes away) and that maybe there are ways to get them under control.

Same shit different diaper with Scatters‘ perspective. He sees himself in Ratchet, but in contrast to how Ratchet sees himself in him, Scatters almost feels like Ratchet is a better version of himself (gross oversimplification but if I got into all of that this post would need another month to be done and I want to get this out this week god damn it). Ratchet is great at his job, has people who care about him and who he (sometimes) openly cares about back, he pushes through his flashbacks and still manages to be relatively well adjusted and normal through all of it. Scatters could hardly function in his daily life ever since Trailbreaker died, had a terrible job, one friend who he refused to call such and continues to push people away even now, completely consumed by grief, guilt and anger. Deep down he admires Ratchet for still managing to be semi-personable with him in spite of all he‘s gone through, and he hates this whole situation and Ratchet all the more for it.

(There would definitely be some strong development in the relationship between these two, but that would, as we in Germany say, den Rahmen sprengen.)

Prowl: Scatters continuously and deliberately takes up the best spots for „lurking in the shadows unnoticed“ and Prowl is not a fan, but with how calm and collected he is there‘s hardly any real conflict between the two. All things considered, he‘s mildly irritated at times, throws in a sarcastic remark occasionally if he feels the offence is particularly noteworthy or bad, but largely stays out of the way and doesn‘t get bothered as a result. He even finds the similar fondness of dark and/or quiet places they have to be somewhat endearing. (I have a whole situation/scene for that dark/quiet places thing don‘t even get me started,,,, That (positive) interaction they have in my head is everything,,,,,,,,,,,,)

Scatters appreciates Prowl; for not constantly bothering him, for being the quietest of the bunch, for accidentally showing him all of the best places to quietly lurk in the shadows and spy on the team, all around really. Can‘t help but find his stoicism and coolheaded nature a little admirable, but he‘d probably never get to that point of self-restraint… He treats Earth, the flora and fauna alike kindly and with respect, and Scatters has been there for 50 years alright, he‘s gotten a little attached to the place, and seeing someone have this kind of deep love for, and fascination with it deeply moves something in him. Plus, his snide remarks can be very amusing, so amusing fact that even if Scatters takes deep offence to them at times he still can‘t be too mad.

Bulkhead: To him Scatters is simply… very odd. Not in a necessarily negative way, but not in a necessarily positive one either… He hates the constant disrespect towards OP and Ratchet, but is grateful for the contrasting support for Bee, (even though it doesn‘t feel 100% genuine for some reason…) the kindness towards Sari and the respect for Prowl. OP is his boss and he really does value him a lot, but Bee, Sari and Prowl are his besties damn it, the way they‘re treated has to count equally! And Scatters does act similarly around him. He appreciates the art, and the process often equally as much as the final product (if not more so), defends him (on occasion, and it usually results in a fight…) and encourages him to stand by both his creativity and intelligence. Though he is often aggressive and even mean about it, which shouldn’t even be possible, but Bulkhead finds that he appreciates the gesture for what it is and for what it‘s intended to be.

Scatters low key adores Bulkhead (can you tell I‘m protecting???). He‘s extremely kind and gentle, has the same love for Earth that Prowl (and in a way Bee) do, and is quite clever if the others let him. A part of him pushes back against Bulkhead’s welcoming nature, tries to deflect and tells himself that he isn’t allowed to have this and that he has other things to be focused on, but it‘s hard, and ultimately falls flat when he accepts that he desperately wants to see Bulkhead succeed, both at this mission and as a person. His creativity and general love of the arts only serves to endear Scatters more, because he too is very, very fond of these things and Earth‘s many cultures and ways to express oneself. He enjoys watching Bulkhead‘s process, at first from afar, but gradually just sits with or somewhere near him to bask in the… sauce, so to speak.

I do also have thoughts on how sparring between each of them would go, but I‘m tired ok. Not in this post.

Ok, that‘s enough for now, I hope I got the basics about how these guys feel about each other down well enough. Jailbreak‘s definitely getting her own version of this with the main 5 cons, but until then… this is what I have.

[cyberrat]

You seem like someone who'd appreciate this thought. Valentino NEEDING to get dicked down but Vox is too busy so he suggests he just fuck Vark not fully expecting him to... except he does and they're still at it when Vox comes to finally fuck Valentino so he's getting sloppy 2nds from his own pet

👀👀👀

Yes yes yes I absolutely appreciate 👀👀👀

I like to think that Val is pretty much a slave to his own pheromones so him *needing* to fuck and get fucked is very horny and kind of sad which makes it even hornier lol

Vox brushing him off and just throwing out the first name he comes up with because he‘s *busy* and Val is being annoying as per usual. He‘ll dick him down good and proper when he‘s *done*, alright?!

Valentino trudging off to find Vark. He‘s a big boy and sturdy and oohh he‘s got those double cocks that he can brutally stuff into Val‘s pretty little cunt.

(Vox getting off on the humiliation of being the sloppy seconds of his own damn pet 😩👏)

[trentlvrr]

Prom? - Jude Bellingham

Info: fluff, mild cursing, there might be some spelling mistakes in there 😬, fem reader and If you see ‘football’ just know it’s American soccer (I’m American but I didn’t feel like putting soccer anyways enjoy the story!!!)

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“I’m so tired” I groan. “You’re always tired y/n” my best friend Kaliyah says as she smirks. “Im not!” I exclaim. “You are!”. I roll my eyes and scoff. I begin taking my books out of my locker when Kaliyah taps my shoulder. “Bellingham to our left”. I look around us and there he was. The guy I’ve literally been in love with since 6th grade, it’s senior year. “So?” I asked. “What do you mean so? That’s your man right there y/n” she says as she lightly hits my shoulder. “Ow and he’s not my man!” I say. She rolls her eyes, “whatever”. I look at Jude while he passes us. He flashes that gorgeous smile at me and I almost collapse in the middle of the hallway. “You should ask him to prom” Kaliyah says. “Jude? No way!” I exclaim.

Jude was perfect, he was literally everyone’s dream man. He’s the captain of the boys football team, he‘s literally the smartest person in my class and he’s so so fine. I’ve loved him since we were in middle school but I don’t know if he feels the same way. Jude was that guy and I was just an ordinary girl. I mean I’m pretty and smart but I’m not on Jude’s level. Me and Jude were close from 6th to 10th but we grew distant junior year. I still think about him everyday, I wonder if he thinks about me. “Y/n..Y/N!”. I’m pulled back to reality from Kaliyah’s yelling and almost snapping my neck as I look at her. “What?” I asked, still startled. “We gotta go, we’re gonna be late to English” she says. I check my phone. “Oh shit!” I exclaim. We both rush to English, trying to make it through the door before the bell rings.

We make it right after the bell rings. “Kaliyah Reynolds, y/n l/n, you guys are late” ms. Nolan says as she puts in attendance. “By like one minute” Kaliyah whined. “Still late.” Ms. Nolan responds. “That’s why your husband divorced you” Kaliyah murmured. “What was that ms. Reynolds?” “Oh nothing”. I chuckle quietly. As me and Kaliyah went to sit down, ms. Nolan starts to announce something. “Okay class today we will be started a new group project”. The class cheers. “But I have already chosen your partners”. The class groans. She starts listing the pairs one by one. Everyone starts moving around to sit with their partner. She then gets to me. “Y/n, Jude, pair up” she says. I start grabbing my things till I see Jude start walking towards me. “Hey y/n” he says as he sits down in the desk In front of me. “Uhh hey Jude” I say nervously. He smiles. i knew this class was gonna be a long one.

after like two hours, class finally ended. i was heading out the door when i felt a hand on my shoulder. i turn back to see jude. "hey since were partners, we should get eachothers number" he suggested. "uh yea sure" i said as i whipped my phone out and quickly went to my phone app. jude chuckled at my actions. "cute" he says under his breath. "what?" i asked knowing i heard him clearly. "oh nothing" he says as he grabs my phone and puts his number into my contacts through the keypad. i smiled to myself. "anyways ill talk to you later y/n" he said as he handed me my phone back and left. i stood there frozen like i was a damn statue. "uh what was that?". i jumped. "kaliyah stop sneaking up on on me like that.” she just laughed and grabbed my arm so we could head to our next class and actually be on time.

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i layed on my bed, holding my phone up and looking at it. 'i should text jude' i thought to myself. i rolled over and decided to text him. as i went to find his contact, i noticed he put a red heart beside his name. i smiled.

me: hey jude! this is y/n!

i bit my lip nervously as i waited for a response

jude ❤️: hey y/n, how you doing? :))

heat rose to my face and i quickly covered it with my pillow while screaming into it. 'let me calm down' i said in my head.

Judes pov

unknown number: hey jude! this is y/n!

"hmm?" i hummed. "what is it?" my friend haaland asked. "nothing." i replied.

me: hey y/n, how you doing? :))

*seen*

my face scrunched in confusion. 'maybe she had to go do something' i thought to myself. "you good bro? youre real quiet" haaland asked. "yea im good" i reply laughing it off.

y/n 💕: im doing good, sorry for leaving you on seen lol!

me: youre good haha

"yo, imma call you later dude, i got something to do" i said to haaland as i stupidly smiled at my phone. "yea alright bro" he said rolling his eyes. "goodnight" i said. "night." he replied.

Your pov

me and jude texted all night. i was smiling so hard the entire time.

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"whyre you so smiley" kaliyah asks. "no reason" i reply as i get my books out of my locker. "bellinghams coming" she saysd. i look away from my locker and we make eye contact. "hey y/n" he says smiling. "hey" i reply giggling. he smiles then walks away. "um what was that?" kaliyah asks. "nothing" i reply trying to hide my smile. "girl there is obviously something going on, now spill. "okay so..". i told kaliyah everything as we headed to english.

"omg" she exclaims. i laugh. "now shh and dont tell anyone" i told her. she put her hand on her chest. "now yk i would never". we both laughed. "reynolds and l/n, both finally on time to class i see" ms. nolan says. we both roll our eyes and seperate ways. i go and sit in the open seat next to jude. "hey" i say while smiling shyly. "hey" he replys smirking.

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a few days have past and me and jude have become closer than ever.

"so this is my home" jude says nervously as he opens his front door for me. as i walk in a younger boy who looks similar to him greets me. "hey im jobe, judes brother" he says as he holds his hand out for me to shake it. "im y/n" i reply smiling and shaking his hand. he smiles wide. "youre really pretty. if you and jude dont work out yk-" "thats enough." jude says interrupting him. i laugh. "thanks jobe". he smiles at me then sticks his tongue out at jude. jude sighs. "lets go upstairs to my room" he says as he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.

we get to his room and settle on the floor infront of his bed. we then start back up on our project. "okay so did Abraham Lincoln have any kids?" jude asks. "boy idk" i laugh as i glue down pictures on the poster board. he chuckles. after that we were just working silently, it was a good silent though. that silence was soon interrupted though. "so uh y/n, prom is coming up" jude starts. i nod, still working on the poster board. "you going with anyone?" he asks. "no why?" i say looking up at him. he then gets up and turns on his speaker. best part by h.e.r ft daniel ceaser started playing. my eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he started singing. jobe bursted into the room and started singing and dancing with him. he had the most horrific outfit on, flamingo glass, red top hat, fake mustashe and long shoes on. i started laughing as i clapped my hands to the songs beat. jude then whipped out some random glasses and started singing louder. i almost cried from laughing so hard. "if life is a moviee then youre the best part" jude sang as he got down on his knees in front of me. i tried to hold back my laughter. "will you go to prom with me y/n l/n?" he asks as jobe holds up a poster saying 'prom?' in the background. "yes! yes!" i exclaimed as a leap forward to hug him. we all laugh.

"why did you choose that song though?" i asked jude once we calmed down. "well you told me it was your favorite song, sophmore year." he replied. "i did?"

“What’s your favorite song?” Jude asked as we headed to math. “Uhm I have so many but maybe ‘best part by h.e.r” I replied.

“Ohh i did” i said smiling at the memory. My smile then turned to a frown.“Why did you stop talking to me after sophomore year?” I asked. “Oh um” Jude started nervously as he looked at jobe to somehow back him up. “Nope.” Jobe said as he rushed out the room, leaving you two alone. I looked at him, desperate for an answer. He sighed. “I stopped talking to you because I started falling too hard for you.” He said. The tension in the room started to thicken. I didnt say a thing. He looked at me once he realized I wasn’t saying anything. “Y/n, say something.” He pleaded. Instead of saying something, I grabbed him by his face and kissed him. The kiss was rough but filled with love. We kept kissing as we got up off the floor. We then separated. “I love you y/n” “i love you too Jude.” We both giggled as he picked me up bridal style and threw me on his bed. He then got on top of me and started planting little kisses all over my face. “Jude stop” I exclaimed as I laughed. “But I wanna show you how much I love you” he said. We stared at eachother for a second then bursted out in laughter. After that we finished our project.

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The next week was prom week, this is how it went

Monday:

Me and Jude presented and turned in our project. We got an A!

Tuesday:

Kaliyah tells me she’s going to prom with Jude’s friend aka haaland.

Wednesday:

Me and Jude go shopping with Kaliyah and haaland for prom.

Thursday:

Me and Kaliyah’s hair appointment.

Friday:

Double date with me, Jude, Kaliyah and haaland. Jude asked me to officially become his girlfriend.

Saturday morning:

Me and Kaliyah met up at my house to get ready

Saturday afternoon (present):

“I’m nervous” I say to Kaliyah as we enter the car to drive to Jude’s house to meet up with Jude and haaland. “What are you nervous for? We look good asf!” She exclaims. I laugh.

Your outfit:

Kaliyah’s outfit:

After 10 minutes of driving, we make it to Jude’s house. I go to knock at the door and once Jude opens it, his jaw drops. “Omg” he says, stunned. I smile nervously. His mom pops up from behind him. “You must be y/n, you are so gorgeous” she exclaimed. I laugh and thank her as she pushed me and Jude into eachother to take millions of photos. After a while, Haaland makes his way out the house and goes straight to Kaliyah. They kiss. “Awww” me and Jude say in Union. They roll their eyes. Jude then looks down at me. “You look gorgeous my love” he says while flashing that gorgeous smile. “You look great too babe” I reply. He laughed then gives me a quick peck on the lips. He then holds out his hand. “Shall we go my lady?” He says. “We shall” I reply while giggling and holding onto his hand

Jude’s outfit:

Haalands outfit:

Once we got the the party, it was great. Everyone was having fun and taking pictures. It was awesome. “Time to announce our prom king and prom queen” the principal says. We all wait impatiently. “Jude Bellingham and y/n l/n, get up here!” The principal exclaims. Me and Jude look at eachother in shock and laugh as we run up to the stage. Me and Jude then slow danced to glue song by beadoobee as everyone cheers for us and danced along.

After that me and Jude escaped from the party, heading outside. We stared at the full moon, taking in it’s beauty. Jude then pulled me by my waist, turning me to face him. “My queen” he says smirking. “My king” I say as I play with his shirt collar. He then pulls me into the most romantic, princess movie style kiss. It was magnificent.

#bestpromever

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THATS IT GUYS

TYSM FOR READING, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! :D

Songs that were mentioned:

[personallysunny]

MAJDHSJD. okay this willl be long so. also it‘s a bit goofy sometimes

Dream: Often portrayed as either very cutesy or very tired, usually a mix of both but with a mask of cutesy; ate the apple either for Nightmare or because he‘s too damn tired of everything but can uncorrupt and corrupt (usually) any time he wants (with excuses for drama); wears an eyepatch on left eye to avoid anyone seeing the corruption; depressed bean but hides it pretty well and the mainest ship is still cream

Ink: the saddest most pathetic wet eyes you‘ve ever seen; when trapped in white spaces he will die (like. become emotionless); there are two versions where he‘s cutesy and short or where he‘s the bad boy tall one

Blue: often portrayed as having a yandere side and for 20 people at the same time; eyes are blue stars unless provoked then they‘re red; carries knives around; occasionally seen wearing dresses/skirts

they are also often doing self/harm but that is covered up quite a lot so

I soo I so knwo see know it this hhhhhh sniljiqjlkjqlinzil hehehe :3

[btxtyuri]

we might be the morons who thought he was addressing afo instead of himself. i think he said that to himself. so no, the official translations are probably not The Opposite Of What He Said

bakugou might be looking at afo, the main villain behind everything whom all might couldn‘t beat and neither could anybody else, powering up because he‘s Mad, and thinkkng to himself: fuck. did i bite off more than i can chew?

narratively that makes sense too, gotta build up the suspense. and bakugou katsuki doubting himself does that pretty damn well if you ask me

I saw on twitter that even with the original text, the jp fandom were confused if bakugou was referring to himself or to afo so if caleb was confused by that as well then I understand. But i will also say: caleb always messes up the translations of the chapters to a point that it mischaracterizes the characters or doesn't pass the message that hori wants to send (and these things happen either due whatever biases he has or some desire of "doing his own thing") so i understand why others wouldn't trust his translations.

Ever since bakugou woke up, he's been always smiling and insulting afo and that could be just because of the adrenaline and all, but at least it seemed to be the same case in that last panel, so i'm still hesitant to say that he's doubting himself there (considering that he's still smiling and the character arc he went through). It could be what you said: he's admitting that he's biting more than he can chew by going against afo in his final form which looks like THAT (and that definitely adds suspense), but I feel like at this point in the story bkg isn't doubting himself anymore. Maybe it doesn't really matter who he is calling an idiot, I believe he will fight afo with no doubts or regrets.

[antispiralz]

Tatort Zürich - Fährmann (liveblogging)

I fully didn't realise Lucas was the main baddie? (going by the trailer they showed just before it) Boat! Lucas!!! Hgbshahsh gloves He is so bond!villain coded And I love it God!!!! He looks so good Also hi creppy ferry man Christmas!!! D‘awww 'wiehnachtsfee' Ott is a lil grinch Oh wow filming at the opera place xmas market? It is pretty there but also so tight lol DuffiufudfjuruejekddLUCASDSS Helpppp ALSO HE WAS IN ZURICH???? Well like a year or two ago but Eexcuse me???? Lucaaaaaaadsssss 'ICH HAB KEINE ZEIT FÜR KORREKTES SOZIALVERHALTEN, NICHT MEHR ' dkskslfkfkfkksks holy fuck lucas And isabelle baby (Okay charcater name is marek. Maybe i‘ll use it instead of lucas. Probably not) Fjfkgjaösöfj God lucas I AM SCREAAAAAMINGGGGGGG Eurugjfudufuiwiqisoeoholy shitt????????? Fkfkdla what about…. The other guy??? (edit: milan. I constatly forget everyone's name except noah) Uedkdkkskqkslsld DAMN?! go get it girl Djfkdlalsls holy shit lucas Oh wait the chef has a wife?? 😂 forgot abt that Christ isabelle God, the chillsss ‚En guete negroooni‘ xD ;-; ‚reste calme‘ AAAHHHHHHHHHHHDLDLSKSKSKS Staatsahwältin. In the shiny ass dress Love it‚ 'Na eis lied vo dem chinderchor und ich leg mich zu ihne (leiche)‘ Lmao Hiii uniforms Milan baby Good boy </3 The prevelance of smoking is so hilarious to me Luuuuuuuuuucas ah he is actually suffering? noah!!!!! Ott and grandjean are fiiiiiighting Noaah :c still no one cares about his infos :( I'd listen to you yap His little apple? mug?? Adorable ‚Alpha und omega‘ 👀 God lucas God he‘s a good villain A mess of a cop, great villain xD Love how she just fucks off skg? It that general knowledge what business they do? Orrr is it a fake business? xD bank? am I dumb xD Christ lucas ‚Fahre nach hause‘ well she didn‘t lie I guess… quick trip through switzerland Wooffff Jesus fucking christ lucas. Imm dying He and his brain tumor against the world Would be fun to know if he actually understands swiss german Awww frenchie police lady likes isabelle as role model Isabelle took the coin?? God you really don‘t like team work huh xD WOW. Another tatort zurich with suicide (mention) We truly cannot get away from it Bahhaha ‚für 20 jahr hettetds sich au mal öppis neus chöne überlege‘ (als treuheitsgschenk) ‚Da het aber öpper gschmack‘ (wegem mantel) Bahahhaha ‚fashionista‘. I love her (I also cannot remember the staatsahwältins name for the life of me) Slsllslsksjsjshjs God the shot with ott and lucas passing behind her!!! Christ, ott is just such a horrible friend That guy needs a better buddy than her Grandjean gets to wreck shit again What the fuck is that outfit ott. Grey jeans shirt with a pinstripe blazer?! What the FUCK is staatsajwältin wearing as her bottoms? So wide and patterned and not fitting the tie Dkdlflskaöskfksksk I like that banker choosing to speak high german Cause the ‚nie‘ was very swiss Lucas is so good Sheesh Djdkksksk BAHAHHAHHAAHHHAAA NOAH WITH THE SHEESH LIKE FIFE SECONDS LATER I love you Lmao schribfehler für ‚singel‘. Good work guys, perfect paperwork ‚globalisierti wirtschaft, globalisierti serietäter‘ great line lol Milan with the holiday appropriate voice message xD Charlie… you deserve so much better…. Yeah, thank you. Talking to that with Marek???? What‘s wrong with you isabelle. Also the ‚who knows‘ love it Bahahaha ‚ich hab mich manipulieren lassen‘. Baby girl. I don‘t know how to tell you this…….. Boy you are not well ‚Du darfst diesen fall nicht aufgeben‘ aka love me love me love me Hump her leg already my guy Aww lights our for lucy (the christmas lights that have a name for reasons) sakldjadsdlk Aaaaah burkhalter vom landesmuseum BAHAHA I KNEWWWW IT WAS THAT GUY!!!!!!! The ‚i finger banged ott on the dance floor‘ guy 😂 Dlflfkfjfjdlalsls Bahaha the hair tuck!!!! Help I‘m dying Noah like 'jfc guys keep it in your pants'. you don't even know half the story my guy

My baby boy ;-; Bahahahahza isabelle going full cork board red string. But instead a whole wall. Overachiever I love how marek just loiters around that bank?? Awww ott and her french <3 same buddy Aber c‘est urgent wär noch gegangen xD Bahahha noah and his headphones and singing along They close in 10 minutes and let her have the huge ass folder? You‘re getting nowhere with tht in that time Aus zürisch xD Serge picard, sup buddy ‚Zu hundert pro gframt worde‘ love it Lucasssss Admiring the work SHE‘S DOING THIS IN THE RESTAURANT?!? Milan, you also deserve better friends Uff don‘t take a drink from him ;-; Isabelle ;-; Goood lucas Hi hello I feel like I can‘t breathe, kudos Ott ;-; Lmao the powerwalk towards the light The hospital ;-; djfkgjfkfjfkfkfjfjfk And face touching My bbys Does he still have her gun? TESSA!!!!!!! Babies D‘awww und ott mitm ‚hesch du mich grad duzt’ xD Bahahahhaah I love how shocked they both were at differents parts of the ‚we fucked‘ conversation What the fuck tessa What is that jacket Aww noah with xmas sweater The fashion choices in zurich are so strange. What is that necklace over tie from staatsahwältin

Love her high german Skfkfkdka i love her Godecki is pronounced godetzki? Skylfkkfkf SEK <3333 ‚Ich stürm jetzt denn grad en grossbank, geil oder‘ tessa bby ….you‘re gonna die together? Yeah wait the guy forgot that he never drinks huh Flglfldla god lucas Hot af unfortunately He did drink it Christ Aww singing christmas tree shown Oh she could have been fired? Oh yeah wait she stole evidence lol Power move against power move Ach charlie. You need better friends ;-; OoooOOOH. He gave his coin to her… Bahahahahahahaha isabelle. Fucking rude Here‘s useless money. (Just assuming he‘s gonna pawn it??) I liked that episode. Because lucas is fucking chef's kiss. Not like that weirdo from the twin murder one xD

[anantaru]

How about jealous reader with kuni?

cw. [ex]plicit, jealous! reader, established relationship, fem! reader

kuni was as pretty as a drawing— or a picture made by the most finest camera of fontaine. beautiful, bewitching, pretty— there were many ways to accurately describe your boyfriend‘s alluring demeanor.

but in your own very eyes, they still did not do him any justice.

consequently, you, in all respects, did not mind the eye twitching chit chatters behind your back you oh so happen to catch onto every once in a while— how, another clique of people you only knew distantly, would slowly walk past your boyfriend and afterwards gush about his darling face and his beauteous traits.

his lustrous eyes and the color— which was hypnotizing in its own rights, reminding them of how he‘s idly behaving and how damn strong he was said to be according to the other rapidly growing news chumming about the mysterious man wandering around sumeru city.

but, snap out of it, not to lose sight of the fact that in actuality he was all yours— yours, yours and yours. but for some annoying, irksome ground you wanted to show him, as if he wasn't already aware of it— even though scaramouche knew and did not require you to prove nor demonstrate anything of that sorts to his person.

thus far, you kept it to yourself— that brewing, gut-wrenching feeling manifesting in your belly and littering into your bones, remained concealing by yourself until it all shattered right into your face.

now, you hover over him, saddened with your mind everywhere but where it should be— clumsily glissading your hands over his pale chest before raking your head down. you think he notices that something wasn't right but you hope he doesn't after all.

at your own pacing, you ghost over his jawline before placing your lips on top of his, for once sealing the insufferable distance between your bodies and stealing a couple kisses from your lover.

"i hate it." you admit against your own volition, it's almost as if something metaphysical forced you to say it out loud, though you're moaning into his mouth as he skillfully bottomed his hips deeper into you, erratically slapping his erection into your worn out hole.

"i hate it when they talk about you!" but then, it hits him and scaramouche opens his eyes at your baffling words— which had also been confusing him greatly as he carefully reduced the flow on his hips to pull your face off his, observing your with sorrow drenched expression.

"ah— wait!" even with him trying to decipher what was going on with you, he catches himself flinching into your lips again when you jerk your cunt into his length, walls twitching experimentally, like a second pulls enclosing his throbbing cock.

"who— fucking who talks about me?!"

breathing slowed, you pout at him, unintentionally reliving the innumerable days you had witnessed people attempting to get with him, with scaramouche; your boyfriend, soulmate, your life.

it was sad— but more embarrassing if you were actually truthful to yourself, that you let someone so insignificant as a random person‘s words influence you this much that you‘re still thinking about it even while your boyfriend was in the midst of fucking the broad daylight out of your skull.

"those girls." you sniff, messily shoving away the crystallines sticking onto your doused lashes with the back of your hand. but before you can catch a breather from your own damned psyche, scaramouche curls your body close to him, your hips now muted— though his cock would rest and skim into the cavernous pits in your pussy, but mellowing down your rise and falls.

"they always talk about you." you hiccup again, kissing his lips once, twice— one more, trying to hide the fact that you were tremendously jealous right now, of everything and all, it's not even 'just' those people, you began to doubt yourself and if anything, that's what worsened the whole setting.

scaramouche‘s face was ridden with confusion still but he did not say anything right away— right now, he thinks the most important was you, as always— to aid you, to kiss and drink your tears away and keep you warm, plugged into his chest.

genuinely, he had no clue who or what you were talking about, but if he learned one thing from being in a relationship with you; it’s that whatever is happening in either of your lives, you're battling it together, as one entity.

yet still, did you already forget that he‘s absolutely in love with you? or lets rephrase that, shall we? scaramouche was obsessed with you, downright and shamelessly crazy about you. that you‘re the only person that crosses his mind hour on hour, night on night?

he opens his eyes, he sees you, he closes them, he sees you.

"i don‘t care." he spoke upfront to be certain to get his point across.

yet scaramouche needed to show his disinterest in more ways than a simple sentence— in an immediate chain of reactions, he was flaunting you on your back so he‘d be the one to tower over your pretty frame.

you're his, you're his and his, he thinks about it, knows it and wants to imprint it into your insides and out.

"i don‘t care about anyone." he drawls back, using his skilled tongue to plant a wet line on your collarbones before shutting down your worries by a swift hurdle of his hips in you, bringing one of your legs over his shoulder as you tremble under him by how good of a position he had you in, how almost feral, he uncontrollably claimed your sopping cunt with the relentless tempo on his hips.

"i only care about you." he smacks his cock forward again and again, "you, you, you." and he muses in tune with each thrust— fuck, again and he wants to make you cum so badly his cock was beginning to ache, then twitch in you, from both excitement and the pinpointed drags of his heavy cock rubbing over your inflamed insides.

"so stop thinking about it, hm?"

with the impact now being significantly larger, your breasts bounced in keeping with his newfound, reckless energy— and you cry out his name with a sweet, satisfied smile on your lips.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[ghost-bxrd]

@grandmastermeg dear I scrolled through the reblog tags and found this absolute master piece and you are just BRILLIANT for it ✨🙏

IMAGINE THE DRAMA THO!!!!!!

Dick/Tim/Damian (one, two or all three of them) get kidnapped (because Brucie Wayne‘s kid‘s? Dang, they’re worth so much ransom money it‘s almost ridiculous!) but who‘s that guy hanging out with them? They don’t remember there being a fourth kid (cuz Jason is still legally dead) but whatever, in for a penny in for a pound right?

So the kidnappers knock them out fairly easily („damn boss, the little one fights like a demon“) because there‘s only so much the Bats can get away with in civvies. Jason got downed first because he was the wild card and he‘s a huge, muscular guy. They needed the element of surprise for him.

And at first it‘s fine. Really, they’ve been kidnapped so many times it‘s almost boring. It’s always pretty much the same. Get kidnapped, play along for a heart wrenching ransom call and wait for Bruce to come pick them up.

But when they all come to and start chatting quietly amongst themselves, all tied to their own chair, they notice that… Jason isn’t tied up. He‘s sprawled on the cold floor in the furthermost corner.

Honestly, how incompetent can the kidnappers be? It‘s almost funny.

It stops being funny fairly quick when Jason doesn’t respond to their increasingly frantic calls, or when he doesn’t react to Tim scooting his chair over to nudge Jason insistently, or—- oh, oh my god, please no, Dick, Dick, I don’t— I can’t see him breathing—

And then the kidnappers come in and are like “Oh, yeah, must have hit him a bit too hard. Sorry about that.”

And each and every bird in the room just— McFreaking Loses It

(Later, much later, Jason wakes up to shouting and sobbing and—- Wait, why does Damian wanna take him to the Pit again wtf!?)

Prompt:

After Jason’s resurrection he finds that his body works… wrong somehow.

Some days he forgets to breathe until he wants to say something and finds there’s no air in lungs. Other days his body goes eerily cold until someone points out that his lips are blue and he needs to warm up.

And some days his heart stops beating in his sleeps.

It’s fine, really. It always starts again eventually a short while after he wakes up. And yeah, of course it was a bit scary the first couple times it happened but it’s not like his resurrection and Pit-dip came with an instruction manual, so this is probably pretty normal stuff, all things considered. He is kind of the definition of “undead”.

The real trouble starts when he forgets to mention those little details to the Batfamily when he stays over for the night.

[maewiiweam]

Nᴇᴡ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

With a pounding headache Izzy wakes up, stretching in her bed and cuddling into the comfortable and soft sheets, but wait. This isn’t her bed, neither is it one of her friend’s.

Where am I? What time is it? What day even?? she thinks to herself hastly jumping off the bed. She looks to her left where she finds an alarm clock sitting on the bedside table.

10:44

She groans before sliding back into bed, pulling the sheets, along with her shirt up to her nose. It all smells so nice and fresh and manly. She furrows her eyebrows.

This shirt…it‘s too long to be mine from yesterday, she thinks to herself.

„WHO’S SHIRT IS THIS?” She exclaimes loudly after noticing that she’s only wearing an oversized Iron Maiden shirt and her underwear. Further processing the situation she realises that her outfit from the partyis not around. Wait, the party.

Izzy lets out a loud sigh and plops back down onto the bed. All the memories from night before coming back. The drinks, Mattheo, more drinks, the kissing, the touching, the-

„Hey, are you alright? I heard you shout.” Leander speaks from the other side of the closed door. Now she remembers, he took her to his place after he found her on the backporch stairs. That still doesn’t explain where her clothes are...

“I’m fine, you can come in...” He slowly opens the door, pooking his head through.

“Are you sure? Need something? Food? Aspirin?” He asks not believing her blant lie.

“I’d need my phone...and could you drive me to campus, please?” She rubs her eyes tiredly with one hand, while the other pulls the shirt more over her thighs.

“Your phone is charging on the bedside table, and sure just tell me when you’re ready.” He gives her a warm smile and quietly exists the room. After the door falls into the lock Izzy gets up from her spot on the bed and goes to her phone.

“Oh my fuck.” She whispers looking at all the missed calls and messages from friends and family. “Fuck me.” She throws herself back onto the bed and scrolls through some messages before dialing her roommates number.

“Well, look who’s alive.” She immediatly picks up.

“How come you‘re awake.” Izzy laughs into the reciever, streching on the bed.

“I am worries sick for my best friend and roommate who isn’t answering her phone, after leaving the party early with some dude no one knows leaving everyone worried.” Mary answers, the annoyance in her tone making Izzy want to smash their head into a wall.

„You can call yourself lucky we waited and didn‘t call your dads yet.“ She scolds making Izzy feels worse about the situation.

„I know, I know, I‘m sorry. I- Some things happened and I just wanted to leave and Leander offered me a ride but I didn‘t have my keys-“

„LEANDER?“ Mary shouts into the phone making Izzy wince at the sudden volume increase. Izzy rolls her eyes but before she could answer there was a knock on the door.

„Izzy, did you call me? Is everything alright?“ Leander asks, he must‘ve heard that insane woman shout, Izzy thinks before shouting a quick no.

„You know what let‘s finish this when i get back, I need to get ready.“ Izzy hung up the phone after saying their goodbyes, groaning audibly into the room before opening the door.

There she saw a big open, modern living room that had a beautiful arch that connected the kitchen to it. Right in front of her was a big white dining table where she found Leander sitting and drinking coffee, but not alone.

„Izzy, this is my close friend from work, Niko. Niko, this is….Izzy.“ Leander gives both an awkward glance before disappearing into the kitchen. Niko just laughs it off, offering Izzy a hand to shake.

„It‘s nice to meet you Izzy.“ He stretches his hand out  for Izzy to take but she stands there frozen. He‘s so pretty, she thinks, giving him big, adoring eyes. Her heart rate increases as she more and more realises what is happening right now.

He‘s waiting, Izzy. Take his damn hand.

„Omg, I‘m so sorry.“ She rapidly blinks a few times and takes his hand to shake it. As she tried taking her hand back he starts pulling her towards him causing her to trip forward and lean onto the table. He tales her hand to his mouth and gives the back of her hand a small kiss.

„Did you know that the hand-kiss originated in Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth and the spanish courts? It was later exchanged for the cheek-kiss and handshake which I think is a shame because those feel less respectful and less personal…“ He slowly lets go of Izzy‘s hand, leaving her flabbergasted when Leander comes back inside with plates full of food with him.

„Alright, friends. Let‘s eat.“ Leander chimes before digging into his own plate. Izzy, gives Niko a quick, curious glance, still in disbelief of the situation just now, who gives her a wink and smile in return.

The breakfast continues in mostly silence, besides when Leander and Niko aren‘t having their random history fact talk.

„So you two…“ Niko begins picking on the food in his plate. Leander looks between Izzy and his friend nervously, not knowing where he could be going with this.

„What about us?“ He asks his colleague with a confused face, laying his cutlery down besides his plate.

„Well, Lee, my good friend you tell me she is one of the girls you have in your lectures then suddenly she‘s standing in your apartment after a party in nothing but your shirt. Oh, and did I mention that she came out of your bedroom?“ He suspiciously eyes his friend who looks at him with wide eyes.

„We didn‘t- I- No- I-I slept on the couch. Jesus, I slept on the couch and she slept in my bed and she just took the shirt from a chair when she got here yesterday. She changed herself.“ Leander explains, panic obvious in his voice, Izzy just looks at both of them with pleasing eyes.

„I‘ll go get ready…“ Izzy excuses herself from the table and quickly runs back into the bedroom she came from.

Leander lets out a big sigh, his head falling into his hands. „Was that really necessary?“ He asks Niko.

„Look I get it, she‘s pretty and all that but she is still sort of your student. You really shouldn‘t play this game if you really want to keep your job.“ He lectures Leander who just nods his head understandingly.

„I know, again nothing happened I just wanted to help, she looked so heartbroken and I couldn‘t leave her there to rot.“ The blond tries explaining himself again feeling Niko‘s hand on his shoulder.

„Yeah, but let‘s also not forget why you‘re really there, Lee. This job is the only way to get to him, don‘t fuck this up. I can‘t help you if we have no way in.“ Niko reminds Leander who just looks at him.

„You‘re right. No more distractions.“ Then they hear the bedroom door open again and Izzy walks out in her outfit from yesterday. She feels both their gazes on her, both of their big heart eyes.

„I‘d be good to go now.“ She tells Leander who just nods and stand up himself. He offers Niko a ride who politely declines, explaining that he has to be somewhere close by soon. They all say their goodbyes and as Leander closes the passenger seat door, after Izzy got in, Niko tales him by the shoulder again.

„Remember, Lee, you need the boy don‘t make the girl part of this.“ Leander gives him a confused look before Niko walks off into the opposite direction of where the other two are going. The blond just stands there confused before remembering that he has to drive Izzy.