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wileys-russo · 1 month ago

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frido "stop picking me up when you don't get your way" tall frido supremacy 😌

drowned rat II f.rolfö

you exhaled happily at the way your skin felt like it was near glowing, bathed in the radiantly warm glow of the mallorca sun. you could practically feel every little thought from your head draining like water from a tub the longer you lay there.

a tiny voice in the back of your head told you to flip over, or maybe apply a new layer of sunscreen, but they were drowned out by the much louder more dominant voice reminding you were just so comfortable.

"you will burn if you lay here much longer." you were pulled from your semi drowzy state by a new voice of reason, one which no matter what you simply couldn't ignore as you turned your head to the side and cracked open an eye.

"they call it sun baking, not sun burning." you mumbled with a lazy smile, the blonde laid down beside you chuckling but still her gaze bore into you knowingly.

"can you do my back for me?" you sighed giving in, laughing as within seconds the swede was up and on her feet, rifling through the tote bag you'd brought for the little blue bottle.

"oh please do get comfortable." you teased feeling her sit down on the back of your thighs, words muffled as you rested your chin on your forearms. "fridolina!" you hissed a little louder as her hand smacked then massaged your bikini covered ass.

"what? we don't want this burnt do we älskade?" your girlfriend tutted, though quickly moving her strong hands to massage the sunscreen into your upper back instead as you hummed skeptically.

"you are going to get us kicked off the beach again." you warned with a roll of your eyes, sneakily taking her sunglasses which sat abandoned on her towel next to yours and slipping them on.

"that was one time and it was a harmless accident." the older girl grumbled and you smiled imagining the embarrassed blush which would be coating her cheeks.

"mmm yes it is hilarious when your girlfriend unties your bikini top and exposes your breasts to several small children and you get a letter in the mail from council fining you for public indecency." you grumbled at the memory.

"that better be a cough and not a laugh rolfö!" you warned sharply hearing her snicker, turning your head to glare up at her, eyes shielded by the sunglasses covering your face.

"i said i was very very sorry." the blonde leaned down to tenderly kiss your shoulder blade as you scoffed, her large hands still softly massaging the cream into your sun kissed skin.

"no you did not. you paid the fine, laughed in my face and very proudly told everyone at training the next day!" you reminded hearing her snicker again, a couple of soft taps to the back of your neck indicating she was done.

"well then i am now saying i am very very sorry?" "mhm, sure darling." you hummed, reaching around to pat her side in thanks, knowing all too well she was not in fact sorry and you wouldn't put it past her to do it again.

"come for a swim? the water is gorgeous." you felt her get up off of you, her foot poking your side as you swatted it away with a shake of your head. "not yet, maybe later." you declined, far too happy in the sun, your girlfriend often teasing you were actually solar powered.

"you said that earlier! kom igen, en snabb simtur." she pleaded in swedish, normally something which was sure to break your resolve finding it incredibly attractive but today seemed to be the exception as you wordlessly shook your head and made no move to get up.

"later." you repeated, eyes closing and exhaling happily, assuming she would just take herself to cool off as she had done earlier. "now?" or, no such luck.

"i just said no!" "no, you said later. it is now later."

"why are you being so insistent? we're on holidays baby, just relax." you sighed, eyes closing again as silence fell though you could feel her shadow lingering over you.

"you are blocking my sun rolfö, that is a dangerous game." you warned, but before you could say another word you felt yourself being lifted into the air and scrambled to grab the loose ties of the back of your bikini, very much not eager for a repeat of last time but also quite keen to avoid tan lines where you could.

"fridolina put me down!" you demanded, hoisted up and over her shoulder like a sack of potatos, cheeks flushing red with colour as wary eyes watched you from strangers sat a few feet away on the sand.

"like you said hjärtat we are on holidays! it is so warm, i think you need to cool off." her tone was teasing and your pleas to be put down fell on deaf ears as she strode across the sand toward the ocean.

"okay okay you win! just put me down and let me adjust at my own speed, please?" you pleaded as she arrived at the waters edge, wading in until the water hit her upper thigh and you sighed in relief when she came to a stop.

"oh you want me to put you down?" you heard the grin in her voice even if you were facing the other way. "don't you dare!" your hand smacked against her toned bare back with a loud crack of warning knowing exactly what the taller girl was thinking.

"baby i am just doing what you tell me! so fussy." the blonde tutted in her accented english and you whined and huffed your annoyance with her as she waded in even deeper.

grabbing onto the waistband of her bikini bottoms you yanked them upwards in a final desperate attempt to stop her, however it would seem that worked even more against you as with a yelp of surprise sounding from the blonde your body was plunged into the freezing depths.

your feet pushed up against the sandy bank and you surfaced with a splutter, your hair covering your face as you gasped trying to catch your breath which had been snatched from you with the sudden temperature change, never having been one for the cold unlike your proud scandi girlfriend.

"a wedgie? you give me a wedgie?" the blonde in question laughed, pushing a small wave of water in your direction as half of it filled your mouth and you choked, spitting it out and glaring at her as best you could through the hair which covered your face.

"so immature raring, really." frido sighed sarcastically with a shake of her head as you scoffed, launching yourself at her and dunking her head back under the water managing to catch her off guard.

"immature? i am the immature one?" you grunted, trying to dunk her again but squealing as she stood up to her full height, body wet and slippery as you tried to cling on but she threw you back into the water without any sort of struggle.

"stop picking me up when you don't get your way!" you warned, flicking your head back as your hair finally flew out of your face and you exhaled, body slowly adjusting to the oceans low temperature and admittedly now it was quite pleasant once you had.

"aw but you are so small baby, like a cute little mouse." the blonde swam closer and cooed teasingly, earning herself a glare as her hands found the back of your thighs, settling herself in the water and pulling your legs to wrap around her waist.

"eller en dränkt råtta." the defender grinned, walking out a little deeper still holding onto you as you pushed your hair to the side of your head and narrowed your eyes.

"a drowned rat she says!" you scoffed smacking her shoulder playfully as she let out a loud pelt of laughter, looking at you with a cheeky grin you couldn't help but melt at.

"oh your swedish is getting very good." "we have been together for nearly three years! rövhål."

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indulgentdaydream · 6 months ago

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I added these two together. I hope you guys don’t mind! Since I added them together I’m also making this a two parter. My first one ever!!

Comparisons Pt.1

Jason Todd x Jealous!Insecure!Fem!Reader || Angst/Fluff || Word Count: 2,488

Part 2

Warnings: not proofread as of yet. Maybe will after i post who knows

After a six hour morning shift as a dishwasher, you were ready to head home.

It was the early afternoon, your shift having ended at 12. It was sunny. Warm, but not too hot. You were still in your work clothes, simple black pants and a black t shirt, your tote bag full of belongings over your shoulder. It was nice weather for the half hour walk you had back to your apartment. Better than the weather you’ve faired before.

Jason usually picked you up after your shifts, no matter where he was, as long as he wasn’t on patrol. He never wanted you to be seen in public near the Red Hood. He didn’t want you as a target.

“It’s bad enough I come straight here after patrol some nights.” He had said once.

“I’m just that irresistible, eh?” You had smiled.

He laughed, kissing your shoulder, “Damn right, baby.”

This day, though, you knew he was busy with a certain case he was working on. One he wouldn’t tell you about. He had been hard at work on it for the last few weeks, barely able to make much time for you. You didn’t mind. He tried as much as he could, even if it ended up being a five minute phone call, or a visit in the middle of night in between beaten-up thugs.

The sun hits your face and warms your skin in a comfortable way. Your headphones blocked out the Gotham noise, making the moment more enjoyable. Your favourite music instead of honking horns, sounds of engines, distant sirens, and people yelling.

You were stuck in your own world. You began thinking of asking Jason if he wanted to take you for a ride on his bike later. If he was free. You knew it’d be hard for him to say no. He loved taking you for rides. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know that.

You turn a corner, stuck in your head. Thinking about what you were going to do when you got home. You weren’t used to the morning shift.

You start your walk down the road, passing busy storefronts. Crystal shops. Pet stores. Mostly cafés and diners. You briefly considered working as a dishwasher at one of these places instead so you didn’t have to walk as far.

Maybe you and Jason could go to a diner tonight? That was a hopeful thought. There wouldn’t be time.

You’re walking past the third outdoor seating that takes up most of the sidewalk, small bistro tables hidden from the sun by large, white, beach-style umbrellas. Nearly identical to the two others you had passed, only different colour schemes.

You stare straight ahead, the extended seating narrowing the sidewalk and making it harder for people to walk around. You’re nearly halfway past the café when a hand reaches over breaching the shaded area and entering the sunlight to gently grasp onto your wrist.

You’re already twisting, ready to pull the mace Jason had bought you (though you more-so believe stolen from Batman himself, as you could see where he had scratched out the bat symbol on the canister) out of your tote bag and aim, when your eyes land on the owner of the arm, stretched across the thin barrier separating the seating from the sidewalk.

It’s Jason. His face hidden behind sunglasses, a small frown on his lips as he looks up at you from the shade. He waits for you to slip off your headphones before speaking.

“I was waving to you,” his thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of your hand. “You didn’t see?”

“Sorry,” You smile in relief at him, stepping closer to the barricade so as not to impede the flow of foot traffic. “I was more focused on getting around.”

There was someone sitting across from him. You didn’t think much of it at first. You saw red hair. That was regular with Jason, since he was always hanging around with Roy. Or Kory.

That’s who you thought it was. Roy. Nothing different at all. You turned to greet him, a smile ready on your face.

The second you clocked the pretty face, the waist-long, flowing, shiny red hair, your smile faltered.

Artemis gave you a sincere, friendly smile, her fingers swirling her straw in her cup.

Something churned in your stomach, “Hello.”

Jason’s grip on your wrist tightened slightly once, speaking up, “Why didn’t you call me to pick you up?”

You look back to him, “You said you were busy today.”

He frowns again. Technically, he had never said that. But it was true.

“Sit with us,” Artemis said, pointing behind her. “The entrance is there. We’re almost done anyways. Jason can drive you the rest of the way.”

You nodded, sending the best smile back to Artemis that you could muster in the moment.

As you approached, Jason reached towards the empty table behind him, flipping the chair and placing it at their own table, in between him and Artemis, facing where you had just been standing.

Something in the back of your mind noted how he didn’t even stand to do it, his face still pointed towards Artemis, his eyes concealed by his shades, hiding his expression. You sit down, placing your tote bag on the ground beside on, on your right, between you and Jason.

He picked it up and moved it onto the table without a word.

“This is my girlfriend,” Jason introduces you, his hands back on the table, folded in front of him. “This is Artemis. She’s helping me with my case.”

You nod, your mouth suddenly dry as she smiles at you again, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” she smiles again, stretching out plump lips to present straight, shiny teeth.

Jason’s quick goes back to talking with her about whatever they had been talking about before you had walked past, wrapping things up.

You weren’t even capable of listening at this point.

You trusted Jason. You’d always trust Jason. This was for the case and nothing more. You knew that.

Jason had never really spoke about Artemis before. He had mentioned her once, in the early months of your relationship. You had done something. He had later asked you not to, saying he had a bad memory of it from his ex. He had never even mentioned her name. You knew he didn’t like talking about her.

However, you had been out with Jason and Roy at a bar once. Roy had briefly mentioned Jason’s ex, since she was included in the story. Jason had changed the topic fast after that. Then when he’d gotten up to use to washroom, you’d asked Roy to tell you more about her.

“Just what she looks like,” You reasoned. “So I can recognize her if need be.”

Roy hesitated in telling you, but he still did.

You trusted Jason. However, you were losing trust in Roy. He had never mentioned how gorgeous this woman is.

Her skin was smooth. Not a blemish or wrinkle in sight. You tried not to stare, but you couldn’t help it. Her hair was perfect. Her skin flawless. On further inspection you even realized she wasn’t wearing any makeup.

She wasn’t wearing any makeup and she looked that good?

Artemis lifted her coffee cup to her lips, nodding to something Jason was saying. Nothing you understood, anyways. Even if you were listening. You caught sight of her flexed arm as she finished off the drink. She was strong. Probably worked out nearly as much as Jason, but far more slim than he was. But in a good way.

She smiled again, wide, displaying her pearly whites. You ran a tongue over your own teeth, pursing your lips quietly in thought. Yours weren’t anywhere near that.

Your arms suddenly felt itchy as you looked over Artemis’ again. You looked down. You needed to take your eyes off of her. You were being stupid. Jason had broken up with her. Jason had picked you. He had been dating you for nearly a year and a half.

Your eyes drifted to your own arms, spots of acne along biceps. No definition in sight. Your under eye bags suddenly felt like they were on broadcast. Your face felt gritty, your hand coming up to absentmindedly scratch at the break out you had along your cheek. The frizz of your own hair visible in the corner of your eyes.

You looked back up, looking out at the busy street. Jason had chosen you. Jason loved you. Jason kissed you everyday and always made sure to tell you how much he loved you.

Except in the past few weeks while he had been busy with this case.

Had he been working with her this whole time?

You glanced back down as Jason placed his hand on your knee. He always did this when you guys were out. You look back up at him. He’s leaning on the table with her other arm, straight-faced, nodding along to something Artemis was saying. Even her voice is pretty. Her tone carrying a confidence you were failing to find in the moment.

You looked back down to your own legs, Jason’s thumb moving lightly back and forth over the side of your knee. He didn’t even know he was doing it. He never did.

You looked over to Artemis’ legs, hidden underneath a pair of jeans. Even then you could see how skinny hers were. Could see that her thighs weren’t spilling off the sides of the small metal bistro chair.

Soon enough, she was standing, beginning to say her goodbyes. You swallowed thickly. She was tall too. An amazon, you remember Roy mentioning. How could you forget.

The crop top she was wearing fit her nicely, showing off her toned stomach and even dipping down at the neckline to show some cleavage.

You looked away, your arms folding across your stomach, hiding your own torso.

She smiles at Jason. You quickly look to Jason and find him smiling, too. A genuine smile. One he had yet to give you while you’d been sitting here.

You’re his girlfriend, you remind yourself. He loves you.

She smiles at you and gives her farewell. You can only nod. You watch as she leaves.

God. She was nice, too. Nicer than you had wanted to be to her.

She walks in the direction you had come from. Her hair flowing behind her, an expensive-looking purse hanging from her shoulder. Most men walking past stop to turn and look at her. She ignored them all.

That never happened to you. In fact, Jason had been the first guy to ever even ask you out. You never understood why you were his choice. Not when he was able to pull women like that.

Jason pats your knee and pulls you out of your thoughts, “Want to get anything before we go?”

You can’t even face him. She’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. A fucking amazonian warrior.

You stare down at the table, catching sight of your own hands. Your nails worn from your shift at the restaurant, fingertips still wrinkled from the water.

Why the hell would he ever stay with you if she was still in his life?

“No.” You finally answer. “Thank you.”

He nodded, sighing as he fished out his wallet to pay for their coffees. He counts the bills and change, speaking with his head down, “How many times have I told you not to walk around with your headphones on?”

You lift your head to look at him, “What?”

He doesn’t look at you, his eyes still hidden by his shades. “Your headphones. You get so lost in your music you couldn’t even see me waving to get your attention.”

Your fingers curled around the edge of the table, “I was looking past you. I didn’t expect to see you—”

“I was calling your name, too. If your headphones were off then you could’ve heard me.” He tossed a twenty onto the table, leaning forward on his elbows to look at you. “Anyone could sneak up on you.”

You pursed your lips, your brows tightening at him.

Why did she get a smile and not me?

Jason gestured to your bag on the table, “Same with this. The hell you putting it on the floor for? You wouldn’t notice it was taken until far too late—”

“You don’t have to drive me,” you interrupted. “I’ll walk.”

Jason cocked his head slightly, looking genuinely curious, “Why? Car’s right over there—“

“I’ll walk.” You repeated. Firmly.

You needed the walk. You had to try and work the jealousy out of your mind before you got into it with Jason. You didn’t want to argue. Not now. Not in public.

Jason sighed, running a hand over his mouth, “Don’t be like that.” He started to stand, his keys jingling in his hand, “Come on.”

He reached to take your bag for you, a large brown envelope already in his hand. Whatever Artemis had given him.

You reached out and snatched it from his hand. You stood, throwing it over your shoulder. “I’ll walk.”

Jason stared at you for a moment, seemingly frozen in place.

He sighed through his nose, “What’s wrong?”

You took a deep breath trying to control your emotions. This was stupid. Jason had broken up with her for a reason. Had been dating you for the last year and a half for a reason.

Unfortunately, your mouth was working faster than your mind, “Don’t act like you didn’t start this.”

Jason pushed his shoulders back. He tried again, “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, frustrated.

“Fine,” he stuffed his free hand in his pocket. “Just don’t be wearing your headphones while walking around.“

You were tired. Your shift had been long. You were worked up from your mind running all the comparisons between you and Artemis. It was still running them, you suppose, as otherwise you wouldn’t have said, “I guess you wouldn’t have to worry about her all the time. She can handle herself.”

Jason’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his first shown emotion since that smile he’d given her, “Who?” Then they shot up almost just as quickly. “Artemis? Is that was this is about?”

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment at his realization. He’d figured you out.

His shoulders tensed, “Do you really not trust me?”

The way he had said it, his tone, has made it sound like the silliest thing in the world. Now it made you feel even stupider. Of course you trusted him.

You caught people staring in the corner of your vision. You ducked your head back down.

You gripped your tote bag at the straps over your shoulder and stormed off.

You heard Jason call your name as you passed by him again, on the other side of the barrier, headed back to your apartment.

Hope you guys enjoyed!! Pt 2 will be out later this week!!

Update!! Part 2 is here!!!

Part 2

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juniefruit · 7 months ago

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☆ Blow The Whistle ☆

☆ Lifeguard! Felix x fem! reader (18+)

☆ Summary: The summer heat has you desperate to cool off in an unconventional way... part 2 here

☆ Warnings: smut, one night day stand, semi public sex, not proofread, MDNI

☆ Word count: 2.3 k

Australian summers are brutal. That’s why you and your closest friends have found refuge at the water park for the day. There’s a slight breeze once in a while which makes the heat bearable without being submerged in water constantly. You’ve set up camp on a few beach chairs with tote bags filled with snacks, towels, and ample amounts of sunscreen. You look like the textbook example of relaxation; oversize cat-eye sunglasses, a cute cover-up draped over your shoulders and laying back on the chair.

What broke your relaxation was the shrill shriek of a whistle from a lifeguard. You move your sunglasses down the bridge of your nose to peer at the cause of the loud interruption. He blows into the whistle again. Why can’t some kids just follow the rules?

To your surprise, at the other side of the pool, was one of the cutest lifeguards you’ve had the pleasure of seeing. His eyes were obstructed by reflective sunglasses, but they were framed by freckles that blessed his tanned honey skin. Bleach-blonde, sun-kissed hair that was slightly wavy and fluffed. You got the feeling that if he wasn’t forced to wear a shirt for this job, he’d be topless; the tank top he wore had the sides cut so wide that you could start to see his broad pecs and defined abs. Snug board shorts showcased his toned thighs that were splayed out against the white wooden chair. You didn’t even realize you were staring, eyes glazed over, until he turned towards you and sent a shy wave. You snapped out of it and waved back, which seemed to satisfy him since he smirked and went back to scanning the pool for troublemakers on top of his chair.

A splash of water and a mess of wet hair emerged right at the edge of the pool.

“Y/n, will you join your besties in the pool already?” One of your friends asked, arms folded against the edge of the pool. “There’s this group of cute guys we’re talking to-” She exclaims, pointing behind her.

“They’re all yours, because I,” You gesture to the lifeguard. “Have my sights on him. Also, I need to go refill my water bottle. So don’t mind if I do-” You stand up from your seat.

“Right… water refill… let me know how it goes!” She splashes water at you teasingly before wading back to her group. Was it a coincidence that you had to pass the lifeguard to get to the water fountain? Most likely. Now’s your chance, you thought. As you approached him, he noticed you and turned his head. He tried hiding his grin but failed. “Hey,” you greeted him, leaning an arm against the large wooden chair, painted white. He rested his forearms atop the armrests and had his legs crossed.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth.

He’s only said one word and you’re already addicted. “Great day out, isn’t it?” He asks, and you realise you could listen to him forever.

You huff out a laugh. “Yeah, I suppose.” He perked up at your response.

“Oh? And why do you only suppose?” He inquires.

“Well, in a perfect world, all these kids would follow the rules so you can retire blowing into that annoying whistle.” He laughs at your confession. “In a perfect world, I’d be in the break room eating lunch. Yet here we are.” His accent was like the final straw as his baritone voice left his plump lips. “I’m Felix.” He reaches out a hand.

“I’m y/n.” You shake his hand. He’s gentle yet firm, and slides his hand back to the armrest as if he didn’t want to let go. He clears his voice.

“I- um, I like your outfit. It suits you well, y/n”. He admits bashfully. You blush at his confession. Was he trying to flirt?

“Ah, thanks Felix, if you think so.” You reply.

“I do think so.” He says, in a spur of confidence. You squirm internally. You couldn’t handle much more of this- tension. It’s not every day that he stumbles upon someone like you- someone who he could barely keep his composure around. He was suddenly aware of every fiber in his body, wondering if his hair looked good or if there was sunscreen still smeared on his face.

“Well,” you sigh. “I should probably go. This bottle won’t refill itself.” You shake the empty water bottle in your hand.

“Y/n, wait!” He exclaims, startling you a bit. His cheeks were tinted pink with a blush.

“Um, my break should be in… five minutes. The break room has an ice dispenser, I can let you in? So you don’t have to use the lukewarm fountain water.” He checks the watch on his wrist and he sounds a little nervous at his proposal.

“Oh- um, sure! I’ll wait by my chair, then.” Taken aback, you tried not to sound too excited at the thought of spending time with Felix, alone. Feeling giddy, you shuffle back to your beach chair, which now feels miles away as you feel his eyes trailing after you. Safe to say you counted down every second until Felix’s replacement swapped him out. He does little to stop the grin creeping up on his face as he approaches you, taking his time.

“Shall we?” He proposes, the timbre of his voice delectable. You nod with a smirk.You try your best to gracefully stand from your position, but unfortunately, beach chairs were not designed with that in mind. There was tension in the air between you as he led you through the pathways inbetween pools and slides. The death grip on your water bottle was turning into a cramp in your hand, but there wasn’t much available to soothe your nerves. The only sound was the squeak of flip flops as you walked adjacent to eachother. Felix spoke up suddenly. “It’s right up here.” he gestures. You hum in reply. When you approach the ‘Employees Only’ door, Felix punches in the passcode while you wait behind him. His tank top was slightly billowing against his toned back in the breeze. The door unlocked and Felix grabbed the handle, subsequently holding it open for you.

“Oh! Thanks,” You exclaimed before He graced you with a small smile and a nod. A rush of cool air smacks you in the face as the heavy door closes behind both of you. You turn to see Felix standing behind you, leaning against the closed door, effortlessly charming. His hazelnut eyes were lidded with a glint of desire.

“We have the room all to ourselves, you know.” He says. Your breath hitches at what he seems to be suggesting. So, you step closer. You can see his chest moving with every breath he takes.. You brought your right hand up to grasp at the whistle and cord hanging around his neck.The damned whistle was calling out for you to just tug it so his puffy lips can finally meet yours. His eyes were inviting you closer as they pierced your own. When you were so close you could feel his shallow breath on your lips, he closed the gap. Subsequently, you tugged slightly at the cord which earned you a soft groan. His lips weresoft but not too moist, like he had just applied chapstick. He dragged his body closer to you and placed the palms of his hands gingerly at your hips, partially covered by your swimsuit. He pulls his face away, just barely in order to speak.

“Tell me you want this- or I'll let go and we can forget it happened.” His voice is airy and his stare hasn’t left yours ever since he pulled away. It was electrifying. Granted, you don’t get this opportunity often- or at all. Maybe that was why you found it so thrilling.

“I want this- want you.” Both of your hands moved to the junction between his neck and collarbones. Your eyes communicated a silent plea; one that Felix would never forgive himself for if he ignored. With a smirk, he dove back in. His freckled cheeks grazed your cheekbones with how deep he kissed you. His blonde hair fell forward as he tilted his head. At the same time, his thumbs were making little circles against your hips, gliding over your swimsuit before digging in to hook them underneath and into the supple flesh. You whined against his lips, and counteracted by sliding your hands down his exposed sides. You could feel every ripple of muscle, and his stomach tensed when you pased right at his lower waist. As an excuse to pull yourself even closer, you reached behind Felix and locked the door.

“Come here,” He growled against your lips, and led you to the wide armchair across the small room, with a little table adjacent to it where you set down your water bottle with haste. You grinded against eachother until the fabric felt unbearable. His hands move to your lower back to spin you around, so he can sit against the chair and pull you into his lap, facing eachother. You sat atop his toned thighs, the fabric of the chair adding much needed comfort. He pulled your face back onto his as your tongues intertwined. As he was licking into your mouth with vigor, your hands roamed eachother’s tense bodies. You felt like you were floating when he pulled your cover up off of your shoulders as it fell onto his feet.

“My turn,” You spoke, slowly and sdeuctively. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his tank top to pull it over his head, his whistle hitting his chest. The wide planes of his chest and shoulders glistened in the fluorescent light. You ran your hands down his chest as he loosed a sigh onto your lips. Meanwhile, his hands inched towards the apex of your thighs, still covered by your swimsuit, but no doubt messy with your arousal.

“Hmm, I did this to you, yeah?” The pads of his right hand caress your folds through the fabric. A wanton moan escapes you. You smirk when you look down to see the tent in his shorts, desperately trying to press against you.

“I can say the same for you,” You counter. The palm of your hand ghosts over his hardness before pressing down slowly. He whines impatiently.

“I can unzip these, yeah?” You ask.

“Anything you want, just hurry up.” He squirms under you. You huff at his impatience, and undo his shorts with one hand, shoving his underwear down too. His length is weeping at the tip, swollen and dusty pink. Shuffling as close as you can, Felix pulls the lowest part of your swimsuit to the side with nimble fingers. You shiver as they brush against your folds in the heat of the moment. Grabbing him gently at the base, you align him with your hole, aching with need to quench that empty feeling. He slides against you with ease, the tip catching against your entrance before you sink lower, relieving the muscles in your thighs. His breathing is deep and controlled; His warm brown eyes were full of adoration and eagerness, focused on your lower half. His hands were glued to your hips, periodically squeezing and kneading the flesh.

“So pretty, hah…” He sighs, catching his breath as you reach the hilt. You tilt your head forward to press featherlight kisses to his freckled cheeks before landing on his bottom lip, catching it between your teeth to suck on. His cock throbs with pleasure, overwhelmed yet aching for more. Felix’s hips buck up from their own accord, catching you by surprise, sparks of electricity coursing up your body. His hands helped to guide you up and down his length, coated in slick.

The loud hum of the A/C muffles the mixtures of sounds you’re producing. Every upwards thrust releases a breathy moan as you shiver with pleasure. Your nails scratch against Felix’s shoulders which causes a grunt to topple from his lips, reddened from fervent licks and kisses. Every time your hips hit against his, Felix’s grunts and groans increase in pitch until he’s whining and whimpering with that saccharine low timbre. His sounds add to the build up of your release, as the upwards movements of his thrusts falter as pleasure takes over.

“You’re close, yeah? Please tell me you’re close…” He whines. You gasp as the feeling of your climax climbs higher and higher, you can almost taste it. The head of his cock nudges that sensitive spot against your plush inside, consequently making you clench around him.

“Felix-!” You gasp. “So close, oh my god, Felix! Fuck-”. Your body squirms with delight as Felix wraps his forearms around your lower back, your hands splayed out against his shoulder blades.

“Cumm-ing Y/n-! shit- I’m cumming-” His voice is strained as the final thread snaps. You feel like you’re floating as waves and waves of pleasure fall through you, eyes closed as your chin rests against the firm muscle between Felix’s neck and shoulder. The air is filled with twin gasps for air as you both come back to reality. The palms of his hands make soothing circles against your sides as you slide out with a deep breath, wincing.

“Was that okay?” He asks, switching back to his shy demeanor. You sigh with content.

“That was… definitely more than okay.” That seems to soothe his nerves.

“I definitely need water now…” You say. He spins you around so he’s leaned up against your back.

“Mmh, Sure thing.” He grumbles. He leaves a chaste kiss against the nape of your neck, in hopes that you’ll return his feelings.

“Come to the park again tomorrow, yeah?” You nod in response.

A dense thud against the door has you both jumping out of your skin and scrambling to your feet.

“Oi Felix! You good bro?”

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starkidmunson · 8 months ago

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glitter & crimson

Time passes in ways Eddie doesn’t fully understand, in the aftermath of Steve’s injury.

A few days are spent lounging around the hotel room with Steve drifting in and out of sleep, for the most part. Then they graduate to small day trips. Squeeze in some touristy shit; museums and landmarks not too far from the hotel, in case Steve gets a migraine or starts feeling nauseous.

Day 6 features a follow-up at the hospital, where Steve is told the bandage is no longer necessary to cover the worst of the injury, surgery won’t be necessary, and he’s clear to fly home or wherever else he wants to go. Which means Eddie is also free to leave LA, but he’s already stuck it out this long, so he decides to continue to follow Steve’s lead and spend another day.

He gets a call from Steve before he leaves his hotel room on Day 7, informing him that Max is leading a trip to the beach before they leave California again. Steve insists it’s the least he can do since Lucas flew out to spend the last few days with her, so she could stick around until Steve was clear to travel again.

And that’s how Eddie finds himself wearing lavender board shorts from the surf shop that looked the least like a tourist trap, dousing himself with an entire bottle of the highest SPF he can find before stepping out of the store. His black ripped jeans and the Judas Priest shirt he’d worn, not anticipating a trip to the beach, are folded into the bottom of a large tote Robin is carrying with ease, as she picks out towels for everyone to lounge on. She catches sight of him and raises an eyebrow, but he holds his hand up to stop any commentary.

“Black is just going to make me burn even more than I’m already going to burn, and the blue pair I liked were the wrong size, so lavender it is.” He defends, but she just shrugs at him, keeps smiling and walks over to pay for the towels and her bathing suit.

Behind Eddie, Lucas clears his throat. He spins to find Steve, blushing and glaring at Lucas, who’s grinning.

“What? Don’t tell me I need to defend the trunks to you guys, too. I thought you’d be on my side.” He whines.

“Oh, I don’t think Steve has any issue with your shorts. Or lack of a top.” Lucas teases, then laughs as Steve swings a soft punch into his shoulder.

“I just…” Steve trails off, turning his attention back to Eddie and Eddie can see the heat rise from Steve’s cheeks up to the tips of his ears, coloring him a soft shade of pink. “I didn’t realize how many tattoos you actually have, I guess.” He eventually settles on, before immediately occupying himself with finding sunscreen.

Eddie lets it slide, and they all pay for what they need, before crossing the street and trekking toward the water. Max is the first to toss her shorts and sandals into a pile, running toward the ocean and diving into the first wave she encounters. Lucas is just a step behind her, and he’s quick to catch her waist and throw the two of them back into the water just as she’s resurfacing.

Robin shoves a rented umbrella into the sand and Eddie helps expand it, as Steve lays out his towel so his face is covered by the umbrella’s shade, but his torso down is exposed to the sun. Eddie, on the other hand, huddles up so most of his body is concealed by the umbrella.

“Oh shit, dude, I didn’t even think to ask. Are you worried about getting seen out here or something?” Steve asks, and Eddie frowns. It takes a moment before he realizes it probably seems like he’s hiding from any potential paparazzi.

“I get bothered so little by media that I hadn’t even thought about that if I’m being honest.” Eddie shakes his head but smiles at how thoughtful Steve is. “I’m just a little too pasty to trust the sun on a cloudy day, so direct exposure like this always makes me nervous. But I like laying in the sand and I’m happy you wanted me to tag along. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” he assures Steve, who smiles at him until Robin mocks a gagging noise and makes them both blush and look away from one another.

The salt air and crescendo of waves and bellowing laughter kick up a surprising amount of inspiration for Eddie, and he fishes his phone out of Robin’s bag, typing away while she and Steve sunbathe.

He’s so caught up in the piece he’s working out that he doesn’t realize anyone has spoken to him until Steve’s pressing a hand to his knee, looking a little concerned.

“What? Sorry, I got an idea and I had to get it out before I forgot about it.” He mumbles, typing out his final thoughts before giving Steve his full attention.

“We’re going to return the umbrella and grab food before heading back to the hotel to pack up, if you’re hungry?” Steve asks, smiling at Eddie. He looks back at his phone to realize their hour with the rented umbrella is nearly up, so he nods and helps clean up the space they’d taken over, before they find a beachfront restaurant that doesn’t mind that none of the guys are wearing shirts, or that Max’s hair is still dripping wet, leaving a trail behind her as they move to their seats.

Once they’ve eaten, they go back to the hotel. Eddie asks if he can shower to get the sand out of his hair before he changes back into the clothes he’d had on pre-trip to the beach. When he re-enters the room, almost everything is packed up and Robin is on the balcony, talking on the phone.

“Nancy called,” Steve explains from the sofa, as Eddie flops beside him, towel-drying his hair gently. He hadn’t bothered to put his shirt on yet, not wanting his hair to make it all wet while it air dries. “Did they hurt?”

“Hm?” Eddie’s confused instantly, looking at Steve before realizing he’s eyeing the tattoos across his chest. “Some of ‘em more than others, yeah. But it’s a good kind of hurt.” Eddie explains, and Steve frowns, but that’s okay because Eddie knows not everyone gets what he means whenever he explains the tattooing experience like that. “It’s… kinda like if you have itchy sunburn and you accidentally scratch it? It feels good to have scratched it, but it also hurts.” When Steve still looks confused, it’s Eddie’s turn to frown. He looks over Steve’s exposed arms and takes in the soft golden color they’ve turned and his eyes narrow. “Do not tell me you’re one of those genetic anomalies that doesn’t sunburn and always has a perfect tan, Stevie.”

Now Steve is grinning, throwing a shrug in Eddie’s direction. “Blame it on the 8 years of swim club during the summer off-season.” Steve laughs as an explanation, and Eddie instantly wants to know more about everything Steve has ever done in his life, but doesn’t know where to draw the line at how much is too much to ask to know, so he ultimately doesn’t ask for any further information. Which is fine, because Steve is leaning closer and taking hold of his left forearm, twisting it and tracing a finger along a snake that wraps around his skin. “Do they have meanings?”

“Some of them, yeah. Some of them I just got because I liked how they look.” Eddie admits, watching Steve’s fingers trace along the delicate lines of the snake. “That one’s got its mouth open like it’s hissing and about to bite.” Eddie considers what comes next, and decides to just lay it all out on the table. Steve had been open and honest with him, Eddie could return the favor. “Snakes are supposed to be a symbol of inner strength and perseverance, and they look sick. I got it after my first stint in rehab.”

Steve doesn’t falter, doesn’t even blink, and if Eddie didn’t know better, he would think Steve had already known about his trips to rehab before he’d said anything. Instead, he moves on to trace a blackout band around Eddie’s bicep. “Do any of them have stories you want to share? You don’t have to if it’s too personal.”

He’s stunned to silence for a moment, something that doesn’t often happen to Eddie. But he’s so used to everyone pressing to hear more about rehab and addiction and recovery that his brain physically needs a moment to catch up to Steve. “Oh. Uh. I mean, the one you’re touching doesn’t have a meaning or story, I just liked how it looks.” Eddie thinks for a moment, then, before he holds out the inside of his right forearm. “This one is a puppet master. Master of Puppets is my favorite Metallica song, and when I learned to play it is when I realized that music could actually be a career path for me.” They run through a few other tattoos; the Wyvern, the spider, the “you bow to no one” in elvish down his spine. While still working up the courage to tell Steve more, he switches his approach. “Do you have any tattoos? Or have you ever wanted any?”

“I’ve never thought about it in a serious way, because I’m not sure I’d like having something on me permanently like that.” Steve shrugs, flipping his arm over to point at his right wrist. “The few times I’ve thought about it, it’s been like. A robin, here. The Roman numerals for 94 somewhere. That kind of stuff.”

Eddie smiles softly, nods. “It’s adorable that you’d want one for Robin.” He teases and lets the moment breathe for a moment before he circles back to the tattoo of the snake. “I’m not ashamed of my story, or my history, but we hadn’t really talked about, you know. That aspect of things, yet. But, I mean. I made terrible choices when I was younger, and I got in over my head with drugs harder than I realized. And it’s happened more than once. And I’m not naive enough to think I’m magically cured because drugs haven’t raised an issue for me over the last few years. But I’ve been mostly sober for almost 4 years.”

“Mostly?” Steve asks, concern clear in how softly he speaks, and Eddie can’t help but grin and shrug a little.

“Still some weed sometimes. Still drink beer sometimes. Both in moderation, not anything out of control. It, uh, probably sounds weird but those weren’t substances I had issues with, so I don’t… I don’t really think about drinking or smoking as cheating, but I know some programs would call it that way.” He shrugs, and Steve nods, processing the information.

“Well, thanks for sharing that with me. I know it’s probably not easy to talk about, but. I learned a few new things about you today.” He offers with a little smile, and Eddie nods back. They slip back into silence, until Robin slips back into the room, looking between the two of them expectantly.

“Did you ask him?” She asks, and when Eddie turns his attention to Steve, he flushes.

“No, I uh…” He trails off, picking at a fingernail before looking up at Eddie, then back down at his hands. “We’re flying back to Chicago tomorrow, and we were wondering if you had your plans set for heading back to Nashville?”

“Oh, yeah. When you guys initially said you’d be leaving tomorrow, I booked a flight home for tomorrow afternoon.” He says and watches Steve’s lack of reaction. Wonders if he should have asked about joining them in Chicago until Steve gives an awkward smile.

“Right, that makes sense.” He nods. “Well, we can all head to the airport together, at least?”

“Yeah, sure.” Eddie agrees, turning to look at Robin in the hopes of finding an explanation, but she turns away to take her turn in the shower, leaving Steve and Eddie together on the sofa.

~~~

Gareth picks Eddie up from the airport once he’s touched down in Nashville, and they head back to his house. Eddie throws himself into the comfort of his sofa, huddling up to a pillow with the intention of taking a nap, but his phone buzzes in his pocket. When he fishes it out, he smiles.

Stevie: Dustin has taken over the apartment, but we’re home. Hope you got home safe, too.

“Why are you smiling?” Gareth asks as Eddie is typing out his response.

“I’m not smiling,” Eddie responds instantly, schooling his expression and shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“Oh, so Steve texted you,” Gareth says, matter-of-factly, before scrolling on his own phone. “Want to order food? I’m hungry and you don’t have anything edible.”

“Why do you assume Steve texted me?” Eddie asks, frowning and sitting up straighter.

Gareth raises his eyebrow and glances over his phone at Eddie before he sighs. “Because you were making that face you’ve been making for the last month every time you text him, and you just got home from a week with him, so obviously he’s texting you again. Your turn to answer; food?”

Eddie stares at Gareth for a moment, watches as he turns his phone around to face Eddie, showing off the Uber Eats screen, before he scoffs and takes the phone to place his order. Before he hands it back to Gareth, though, he holds it just out of his reach. “What face am I making?”

“C’mon, Eddie, don’t play dumb.” Gareth laughs, but Eddie frowns deeper. Gareth frowns back, then. “You really haven’t put it together?”

“Put what together?” Eddie asks, finally handing Gareth his phone back. Gareth takes it, but doesn’t look away from Eddie until he answers.

“Dude, you’re in love with him.” He says, like it’s obvious, before going about placing his own order.

Eddie thinks for a moment. He knows he has feelings for Steve; finds him attractive and interesting and definitely wants to see if something is there. But to know that his friends can see through him puts him on edge, makes him defensive. “I’m not in love with him, we’re just friends.”

“Eddie,” Gareth laughs before he sees the serious look on Eddie’s face and he sighs. “Look, man. I’m not trying to start a fight or make you spiral or anything. I’m just saying. You leaned into a TikTok trend for him, voluntarily learned about the sport he plays, helped nurse him back to health after he got hurt and spent an extra week in LA to be with him longer. And now you’re texting him, again, like you did after we left Chicago. There’s something there, whether you want to admit it or not. Maybe it’s not love yet, but that’s where it’s heading.”

Silence settles over them, just the sound of Gareth’s short nails tapping against the screen of his phone, for a long moment. Eddie processes what he’s said, thinks it over, before flipping back to the text messages from Steve. He reads the words over and over before he decides on an answer.

Eddie: Glad you’re home safe. Miss you already.

He doesn’t have to wait long for a response, as Steve answers no more than two minutes later.

Steve: I miss you already, too, Eds.

Eddie considers responding but decides to tuck the phone back into his pocket instead. He drums his fingers against his knee, settling into a melody before he nudges Gareth’s leg with his foot.

“Wanna help me set up the studio downstairs while we wait for the food?”

Gareth meets his look, raising an eyebrow. “Inspiration strikes over Steve Harrington?”

“I’ve got, like, four different ideas I started fleshing out in LA without instruments,” Eddie answers instead and ignores the smug look on Gareth’s face as they stand and make their way to the basement Eddie converted into a recording studio to get it ready while their food is delivered.

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thestoryofella · 7 months ago

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sunburnt

summary: after spending a day on the beach to take a break from London's constant noise, you end up sunburnt to a crisp. In an attempt to avoid Sirius's teasing, you desperately try to stay hidden. However, when you're finally forced to ask for help, you're reminded of the importance of choosing love over embarrassment.

warnings: fluff, swearing.

sirius black x reader ✿ 1275 words

After getting tired of the near-constant noise in London and the lack of scenery, you planned a solitary beach day to do nothing but read, lounge, and enjoy the nearly ice-cold pineapple you’d prepped the night before. You sprawled out under the sun from sunrise to near sunset, only dipping in the splashing, cold water when you woke up from a snoozy nap spent on a beach towel. Once the sun nearly set and you’d finished the book you packed for the day, you packed up your things and started the journey home.

When you reached the bus station to return to central London, you realized the issue, catching your reflection in the large, circular mirror near the bus driver. You had gotten burnt to a crisp during your beach day, and Sirius would never let you live it down.

Before you left in the morning, Sirius, ever the caring partner, had packed face sunscreen, body sunscreen, and aloe vera into your oversized tote bag. He had even checked if you had applied some in the morning before you rushed out the door. You, torn between the desire to lounge on the beach and the fear of missing the bus, had lied to him before planting a quick kiss on his cheek and dashing to the station.

Now, you deeply regret not listening to him. In addition to your current appearance, your skin is inflamed, hot, scaly, and hurts to the touch. When you pressed down on your irritated skin, your fingers left an unmistakable mark associated with a severe sunburn.

“Perfect,” you sarcastically muttered to yourself.

When you finally stopped at the station closest to yours and Sirius’s shared flat, you walked quickly to get home, eager to shower with cold water and hopefully reduce the inflammation your sunburn caused. The plan was simple: you’d get home, dash to the shower, avoid Sirius for the rest of the night, and then what? After some consideration, you decide you’ll have to sleep with a paper bag over your head and in pajamas best suited for a nun.

Once you reach your shared flat, you can hear Sirius inside cooking dinner. The low sizzle of sautéing vegetables and gentle humming is his giveaway. Quickly unlocking the door and tiptoeing inside, you sneak past the kitchen without detection until a creaking floorboard gives you away.

Your heart lurches into your stomach. It’s no use being this sneaky over a sunburn, but you wanted to avoid Sirius’s teasing for as long as possible–even though you sometimes secretly loved it.

Sirius’s head turns to look at you, but you do not turn to face him. “Hi, dollface,” he says. You hear the words come out of his mouth, and you really want to turn around and greet him with a hug, but you are determined to avoid detection.

You suck in a quick breath before tumbling out the words, “I gotta go hop in the shower before dinner, love you!” With that said, you run to the bathroom, your feet smacking down on the floorboards with each step before loudly closing the door.

Great, that wasn’t suspicious at all, you think to yourself. You have the urge to facepalm your forehead before remembering the searing pain that would follow.

You hopped in the shower, sighing in relief when the cold water hit your inflamed back. Showering after days spent at the beach was the best.

When you finally finished showering, you had devised a regimen to defeat your sunburn and hopefully avoid pain. You put thick lotion on every area of your sunburnt skin, planning to top it off with a layer of aloe vera gel for added measure.

Things were going swimmingly. You’d lotioned every irritated limb and your unusually puffy cheeks–resembling a hamster with too much food in their mouth. That was until you tried to lotion your back and realized that your short arms and the searing pain of trying to stretch them due to sunburn would not make applying products easy.

“No, no, no!” You exasperatedly muttered. You must swallow your pride to take care of your severely sunburnt back. The issue wasn’t that Sirius would be mean per se, but he would undoubtedly tease you before dotingly helping you. Plus, you really didn’t want him to know you had lied to him this morning, evading his attempts to prevent this in the first place.

Defeat clouded your brain. Swallowing your pride, you peeked out the bathroom door before feebly calling, “Siri, can you help me quickly.” It wasn’t even a second later that you heard him set down plates and footsteps approaching your location.

Now, face-to-face with your raven-haired boyfriend, you offered him a coy smile that silently said, please don’t be mad at me. His eyes slowly took in the sight of your sunburnt face. Unbeknownst to him, your back looked a lot worse.

You stood in silence for only a second before he reacted exactly how you thought he would. He let a bellowing laugh escape his mouth before pressing a smiling kiss to your inflamed forehead. “What the hell happened to you? You look like a tomato!”

You were sure you did at this point. The combination of inflamed skin, paired with your now red cheeks from Sirius’s affectionate teasing, was sure to have reddened your skin. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t look more like a beet.

You playfully shoved his shoulder before cracking the door wide enough for him to sneak in. “Can you please just help me put some lotion and aloe vera on my back?” You tried to sound stern, but a smile still graced your lips.

He let another laugh escape his mouth upon observing your sunburnt back. “I thought I packed your sunscreen, and you said you put some on before leaving.”

You huffed in response, crossing your arms over your chest. “I know; I was just so eager to get to the beach and forgot to put some on,” you complained, slightly whining.

“You know what I always tell you?” He asks.

“No,” you lied. You knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Sirius knows best!” He nearly sings out before pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Sirius,” you whined out, not wanting to be reminded of your unfortunate errors. He usually knew best, but you would never in a million years admit that to him.

“Okay, okay,” He laughs, holding his hands up in mock defense before gently lathering both lotion and aloe vera gel onto your inflamed back.

You nearly sigh at the relief but hold your tongue, a feeble attempt to humble his enormous ego. Instead, you opt for a simple “thank you,” turning around to envelop his torso in a tight hug. He responds by kissing your forehead, not wanting to press his hands into your irritated back.

♡ ♡ ♡

By the end of the evening, you were honestly sure you had managed to avoid most of Sirius’s teasing. After he had helped you with your back earlier, you two had enjoyed dinner together and were currently cuddled up in bed, about to fall asleep.

Leaning over to kiss under your ear–possibly the only part of your skin protected from the sun’s wrath–Sirius wrapped his arms around your waist and whispered, “Goodnight, tomato.”

You rolled your eyes, letting a noticeable sigh escape your lips. You felt Sirius’s chest move with gentle laughter as he delighted in your feigned annoyance.

You truly were never going to live this down. But you realized you were willing to put up with it if it meant you could stay wrapped in Sirius’s arms forever.

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bloatedandalone04 · 3 months ago

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Bets & Bargains - Part 10

Series Masterlist

➪in which you and bradley go to the beach and keep it pg for the most part, but you both want each other so badly, the thought of waiting any longer was out of the question.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

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It had been five minutes since your class started but you couldn’t seem to tear your lips away from Bradley’s as he pressed you up against the wall beside the door that leads into your lecture.

His hands were on either side of your face as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, and yours were holding onto his back under his bag. The faint chatter of your fellow classmates fell on deaf ears as you tugged your boyfriend impossibly closer to you, and the quiet grunt you were met with in response was almost enough to make you forget about your classes today and tell him to take you back to his place.

“You need to be the one who pulls away first,” he said against your mouth, his fingers trailing along the curve of your jaw. “Because I really don’t think I can.”

You literally moaned against his lips right there in the hall before you pulled away slowly. “Okay, okay,” you whispered, keeping your eyes closed as you loosen your grip on his back. “Get to class, flyboy, before we’re both screwed.”

Honestly, you both already were. You were over five minutes late, and Bradley was over ten since he was already behind schedule when he offered to walk you to class.

“Okay,” he agreed, stealing one last kiss from you before quickly making his way down the hall. You watched him until the exit doors shut behind him, then you turned and entered your class, feeling your face heat up at all the eyes on you.

“Sorry,” you quickly say, taking your seat at the back of the class. You had barely finished getting yourself organized before you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and then you were blushing again as you read the text,

Fratley ❤️❤️: We should’ve skipped today, I miss your lips already.

Then you spent the rest of the lecture with your thighs pressed tightly together under the desk.

The next morning you woke up at nine, and checked your phone to see that Bradley had texted you to let you know that he’d pick you up within the next half hour. You panicked a bit, because he sent that fifteen minutes ago, and you were quickly throwing your covers off and scrambling to get ready.

You didn’t have time to make your bed as you threw various items into the tote bag you had on it; sunblock, a book you knew you probably wouldn’t be reading much of once you got to the beach, your strawberry flavored lip balm and a towel.

After filling up a water bottle, you put that in the bag as well before throwing on a pair of jeans shorts over your red two piece bikini, leaving your top half covered in just that. It was supposed to be really hot today, and you didn’t want to overheat before you even got there.

You place your sunglasses over your head before grabbing your keys, wallet, and a granola bar. As soon as you dropped the items into the bag, your phone went off with a text from Bradley that said he was here.

You quickly leave your room and walk right past Sam’s door to the main one, and when you stepped out into the heat, the first thing you saw was the red Jeep you had a strange amount of fondness for.

Not bothering to lock the door, you walk down the steps and hop into the passenger seat, grinning over at your boyfriend before taking in what he was wearing. He had on black swimming trunks with red around the edges, and a white tank top that had large gaps for the arm holes, giving you the perfect view of his sides. He looked so unbelievably edible right now, you felt a rush of heat shoot through you.

“Hi, baby,” Bradley greeted, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

“Hi,” you trail off, blushing as you set your bag down onto the floor by your feet. “You look…nice.”

Bradley smirked, adjusting his backwards snapback on his head. “You look hot,” he rasped, his eyes raking over your bare stomach and arms before not-so-subtly gazing at your chest. “Red is definitely your color.”

You blush again, shifting against the seat. “We’re matching,” you grinned, pointing to the red lining around his shorts.

He looked down, too, before humming and grabbing his sunglasses from off the dashboard. “So we are,” he grinned before putting the car in drive and exiting the campus grounds. “We’ve got a long drive ahead of us, babes. You sure you’re down for this?”

You lean back against the seat as the wind blows through the open windows, and you nod. “So ready,”

Bradley grinned over at you before taking your hand in his and keeping it there for the majority of the nearly three hour drive. You had read the same page in your book about four times now because you really couldn’t focus on anything other than how good Bradley looked right now.

With a huff, you throw the book back in your bag before giving his hand a squeeze. “What’s wrong?” Bradley laughed, glancing over at you before merging onto the smaller road that leads to the beach parking lot. “It’s not good?”

“No, it’s good,” you mutter, looking out the window and barely taking in the fresh scenery before turning to look at him again. “Are you aware of how fucking good you look right now? I’m not even kidding, Bradley.”

Bradley let out a surprised laugh as he gave you a smug shrug. “I literally just threw this on,”

You rolled your eyes, holding back a whine.

Don’t rush it…don’t rush it…don’t rush it.

Fuck, you wanted to rush it.

You’d been dating for a week now, and have known him for another, did it still count as rushing it?

You didn’t know, all you knew was that you were aching for him, and would probably be aching for the whole time you were at the beach, and that sounded terrible, so you needed to get a hold of yourself.

“Just…relax, Bradley,” you mumbled and he laughed again, the genuine sound making a smile form on your lips.

“I am relaxed,” he protested, pulling his hand from yours as he pulled into the parking lot of the beach and found a spot right away. “You’re the one who’s huffing over there.”

You blush and look over at him with a soft scowl. “I can’t believe I made it through this entire car ride,”

It was just before twelve thirty, and you’d been properly riled up from the second you got into his car.

Bradley scoffed. “You made it through it just fine,” he muttered, reaching into the backseat and grabbing his towel and an old blanket he didn’t care about getting sand on. “And since you didn’t complain at all, I’m buying you a milkshake on the way home.”

You grin over at him before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Thank you,”

Bradley smiled back before kissing you again, his tongue poking out to brush against your lips. You didn’t know if he was oblivious to the effect he had on you, but this interaction was not helping the ache you felt at all. “You taste so good,” he mumbled, pulling away to look down at your lips, and those words really didn’t help. “What did you put on your lips?”

“Strawberry flavored lip balm,” you answered and he groaned, moving to lean in again when the sound of a kid and his mother interrupted the moment. You turned your head and looked out the still open window as the kid practically dragged his mother through the parking lot towards the dirt path that led down to the beach, and you gave Bradley a small smirk. “We’re not in your bedroom right now, flyboy. Try to get a hold of yourself.”

Bradley groaned again, licking his lips and tasting the faint strawberry flavor. “Fuck,” he grunted, “Whose idea was this again?”

“Um, I think it was yours,” you answer, reaching down to grab your bag as you open the door, meeting his gaze through two pairs of sunglasses. “Come on, Fratley.”

His lips turned upwards at the nickname, and he grabbed his keys after rolling up the windows and hopped out as well. You met him around the back of the Jeep, and he took your hand in his, “Lead the way, babes,”

You smile, stepping around him and pulling him with you towards the same path that the kid and his mom just took. You just now realized that you and Bradley would have to keep it PG since the beach was a very public place, and you could already see the little bodies of kids running around in the sand by the shore.

He was right. Fuck, this is going to be hard.

Bradley felt like the biggest idiot right now, because he didn’t clue in to the fact that going to the beach together required you to wear very little clothing. And he already couldn’t keep his hands off you before he saw you with nothing but a red bikini top covering your chest.

What a fucking idiot he is.

His hand was loosely laced with yours as you pulled him down to the sand, and he had been right. There weren’t many people around, but the ones that were here couldn’t be older than ten, and Bradley held back a groan as he knew he’d have to keep things PG.

But how the fuck was he supposed to do that when you were wearing his favorite color? And when your stomach and the tops of your breasts were on full display?

He was so screwed.

Bradley bit back a groan as he watched you lay down the blanket, and he had to look away as you bent down to drop your bag onto it. “It’s so hot out,” you moan softly, and you said it completely innocently with no other intention than to make conversation, but it still went straight to his dick, and he really needed to pull his shit together and not pop a boner with all these gremlins around to see it.

“Yeah,” he muttered in agreement, adjusting his hat as he looked back at you. “Real hot.”

You smiled up at him and made it worse by wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and he was powerless to stop himself from guiding you into his embrace and tucking you against his chest. “But it’s nice,” you say quietly, propping your chin on his pec and looking up at him. God, you were cute. How the hell had he not seen you around before the party?

“Yeah,” he said again, sliding his hands up your back and brushing against the string of your top. If he pulled on it just a little bit, it would fall open and he’d finally be able to see your-

Stop it, Bradley. Jesus Christ.

You grin and lean up to kiss him gently. “Thank you for taking me here,” you whispered, threading your fingers through the hair peeking out from under his hat. “We’re gonna have fun.”

Oh, yeah. You’d be having fun alright.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured and kissed you again. “Thank you for coming with me.”

He was met with the sight of a faint blush coating your face as you moved to sit down on the blanket, and he watched as you dug around in the bag you brought before pulling out sunscreen. You looked up at him through your sunglasses, and the corners of your lips turned upwards as you held it up. “Would you mind?”

It was comical how fast Bradley was on his knees next to you. “Is that a serious question?” He asked back as he took the sunblock from you and gestured for you to turn around. You pulled your hair to one side and Bradley got to work, rubbing the white cream all over the skin of your back and sides. He took his sweet time, like seriously, before moving onto your shoulders and rubbing the cream there as well while giving you a massage. The quiet groan you let out had him begging his body to not betray him right then and there, and he finished applying the sunscreen after that. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head when he was done, then handed you the bottle back. “There you go.”

You smiled sweetly at him and pursed your lips, and he leaned further in to kiss you. “Thank you,” you hummed once you pulled away and started applying it to your arms. “Do you want me to put some on you? Did you even bring anything other than a towel?”

Bradley gave you a look before answering, “Yeah, I brought this blanket, too,”

You rolled your eyes and reached over to grab his shoulders and turn him away from you. Your hands lifted his shirt until he reached down to pull it off him, giving you proper access to his back.

He should’ve said no. He could live with being sunburnt for the next week if it meant you weren’t touching him right now, because he was more than sure that he was already half hard, and the day just started.

God, he was feral for you. He wanted you so badly, he couldn’t remember the last time he wanted someone this badly. But he remembers wanting you from the second he saw you at his party, and it’s only gotten worse. What had you done to him?

Bradley had to stare at an older guy a little ways down the beach as you applied sunscreen to his back, because he knew the only way he wouldn’t become fully hard is if he was looking at the most unappealing thing around. And right now that was the elderly man with his wrinkled stomach out and very short shorts on.

His jaw was locked when you finally pulled your sinful hands away, and he turned to look at your much more appealing face with a tight smile. “Thanks, babes,”

“You’re welcome,” you smile and put the bottle in your bag before leaning back on your hands on the blanket. Your hair fell behind your shoulders and gave him the perfect view of your chest, and he knew you weren’t trying to rile him up at all, but he was so sensitive right now. It wasn’t even funny.

“Fuck,” he muttered just as a little kid and his mother walked by. He ignored the dirty look the mom gave him and instead leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees as he scoffed. “Is this how you felt in the Jeep?”

You look over at him with a confused expression, tipping your sunglasses down your nose. “What?” You laughed, “What are you talking about?”

Bradley shook his head and gestured down to your body. You hadn’t even taken your shorts off yet, and he was almost nervous to see your matching red bottoms covering your pretty pussy from his depraved eyes. “Don’t bullshit me, baby,” he grunted. “You look like a wet fucking dream right now. I feel like I’m back in high school and trying not to pop a boner in the middle of class.”

You laugh loudly then quickly cover your mouth. “Damn, Bradley, tell me how you really feel,” you mumble before reaching up to tie your hair in a bun. You stand up and unzip your shorts, and Bradley was praying to anyone at this point as he watched you push the denim down your legs and kick them off right into your bag. “Maybe we should go swimming. I think it’ll help cool me down and help keep you down.”

Bradley grunted, pushing himself up and tossing his hat into your bag before following after you as you skipped towards the water.

You were kinda right, the water was cold and just having it up to his knees was enough to soothe his semi, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. He caught up to you and brought you into his arms, the water making your skin feel cold but damn if he didn’t crave that right now. “This is torture,” he mumbled, leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “If I ever make plans with you that are two and a half hours away from my bed again, tell me to shut the fuck up.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, and his cock sprung to life again at the name he’d never been called before.

He groaned and buried his face against the side of your neck, his sunglasses pressing uncomfortable against his nose but he didn’t care. “You’re not helping me at all here,” he nearly whined and you let out a soft laugh as you trailed your wet fingers through his hair.

“Do I really affect you that much?” You asked in disbelief, and the hint of genuine shock in your voice had his arms tightening around you even more, because he knew your piece of shit ex had put all those negative thoughts about you inside your head and made you believe you weren’t desirable.

“Yeah, babes, you do,” he answered, his voice serious as he placed light kisses along your neck. “I want you so badly. But I know we’re taking it slow, and that’s more than okay with me. I don’t want to rush things with you, but Goddamn, baby. You get me riled up like no one else.”

You bite down on your lip and grip his hair to guide his head away from your neck and into a deep kiss. He returns it shamelessly, the two of you far enough in the water that he didn’t think anyone was really paying attention to you.

Your teeth tug on his bottom lip and he groans, pulling you tighter against him as the water gently sways around you. “Slow is good,” you whisper against his lips before pulling away and running your hands through his damp hair. “But I’m kinda tired of slow.”

Bradley’s breath hitched a bit and he slid his hands down your back until they were right above the waistline of that sinful red fabric. “Yeah?” He asked, his voice deep and a bit strained.

You nod, moving your hands so they’re caressing his face. “I love how you don’t pressure me or rush me into anything,” you murmur, sliding his sunglasses up so they’re on top of his head before doing the same to your own. “And I love how wanted you make me feel. Fuck, Bradley, I want you, too.”

He grinned and lifted his hands so he’s gently gripping your jaw. “Glad we’re on the same page here,”

You smile and shake your head. “I mean it,” you said quietly. “I want you, Bradley. I want to feel you.”

Your hand slid down his wet abs until you were groping him underwater. Bradley tensed up, feeling himself twitch in anticipation. “Baby…”

“I don’t want to take it slow anymore,” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I want you to fuck me. Tonight. When we go back home.”

Bradley was glad you and he were far out of earshot from everyone else at the beach, because the moan he just let out was filthy. “Fuck, babes,” he bit down on his lip before placing his hand on the back of your neck and guiding your forehead to his. “You really want that? Are you sure? Because I can’t think of a better way to end this day than to have you wrapped around me.”

You blush and nod. “I’m sure,” you state, palming him through the material of his trunks, and he let out a low groan.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” he muttered and he only got a glimpse of your excited grin before he was leaning in and kissing you again.

After a day full of swimming, eating from food trucks, and desperately trying to keep his hands to himself, Bradley felt like he was about to explode. Once you and he went back to the blanket, you asked him to reapply the sunblock, and this time he knew you only asked just to fuck with him. And it was working.

It was nearing nine at night and the beach was about to be closed, but Bradley had already hauled you back to the empty parking lot. Everyone had left at this point, except for you and him, so he didn’t hold back as he pinned you down against the backseat of his Jeep and kissed you senseless, tasting the strawberry lip balm on your mouth.

His hands were all over you, groping you through the thin material of your bikini as he felt his cock throb in his shorts. Your own hands were tugging on his hair as you moaned against his mouth and he knew he needed to pull away soon. “Baby,” he said against your mouth and that was the only word he could get out before you were kissing him again. He groaned against your lips and let you kiss him a few more times before he forced himself to pull away. “If we don’t stop right now, I’m not making it through the drive back to campus.”

You bit your lip and trailed your fingers over his scars. “You don’t have to,” you whisper, pulling at his lip with your thumb. “I want you. Right here and right now.”

Bradley grunted, feeling himself twitch again as he pressed his hips against yours. “Baby, I don’t want our first time to be in the back of my car. You deserve something more romantic than that,�� he mumbled, but he could already feel his resolve slipping.

“What’s more romantic than it being in the same place you made me come for the first time?” You innocently asked and he groaned again at the reminder of your movie date. “No one’s around, Bradley. And I know I can’t make it through the drive either, not when I need you so bad. I need you, Bradley. It’s not even a want at this point.”

He growled lowly, fully on board now as he reached his hand around your back and pulled at the string of your top. You lifted your body a bit and pulled the neck straps off, letting the flimsy fabric fall to the floor of the Jeep.

Instantly, Bradley’s lips were on your chest, and his hands grabbed the sides of your breasts as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it until it was hard and swollen, and he pulled away only to do the same thing to the other. Your tits were fucking stunning, just like the rest of you was, and he had no idea what the hell he did to land himself such a gorgeous girlfriend.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, sucking a mark onto your breast right above your spit coated nipple. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

A soft whine left your lips as you writhed under him, and he couldn’t take much more either. He lifted himself off you and leaned into the front, reaching into the glove box for a condom as he felt you push down his shorts. “So are you,” you muttered and he realized this was the first time you’ve seen his dick.

He was blushing when he grabbed the packet and leaned back over you. “Yeah?” He grinned, moving down to kiss you again as you took the condom from him.

“Oh yeah,” you answered as you gave his cock a few slow strokes. “I’m actually nervous now, because you’re kinda huge and I don’t think you’ll fit all the way in me.”

Bradley’s ego inflated about ten times from that, and he smirked down at you. “We’ll take our time then,” he offered and you nodded. He pushed his damp shorts all the way off as you tore open the wrapper, and his hands quickly pushed down your bikini bottoms and let them drop to the floor as well. “Make sure every inch of me fits inside this perfect pussy.”

You whined louder, and he wasn’t sure if it was from his words or the way he reached down and slid two of his fingers inside you. Or both. “Fuck, Bradley,” you whimpered, tossing the wrapper to the side for him to find later as you squirmed under him. “I need you so badly.”

“I know,” he grunted, feeling the way your wet walls sucked his fingers in deeper. “You’re fucking soaked.”

A blush took over your face as you shoved the condom into his free hand before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He laughed quietly, pulling his fingers out of you and rolling the condom on. He couldn’t believe he was finally going to fuck you after being so desperate for you all week.

Bradley shifted your body so you were laying more comfortably on the backseat. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he gripped his base and ran his tip along your slit. “You ready, babes?”

You nod quickly, tugging on his hair as you kiss him. “Please,” you whined against his lips. He groaned and slid just an inch or two in, and he sucked in a breath because holy fuck you were tight.

He knew you would be since he could barely fit two of his fingers in you, but this was next level. Bradley pressed his forehead against your shoulder as he stilled, his brows furrowed. “You okay?”

“I’m good,” you whimpered, and the neediness in your voice had him pushing in a little more until he was fully inside you.

“Fuck,” you both said at the same time, and he laughed against your neck before he lifted his head and looked down at you. “You sure I didn’t just take your virginity? Because you’re a little too tight, baby.”

Your lip was caught between your teeth as you looked at him with hooded yet concerned eyes. “Am I hurting you?”

Bradley shook his head quickly. “Fuck no,” he answered. “I thought maybe I was hurting you.”

You blush again and shake your head. “You’re so big,” you say and he closed his eyes tightly at your words. “But you’re not hurting me. You feel so good, baby.”

There was that name again, and he didn’t realize how much he loved being called that. “Fuck,” he grunted, giving a slow roll of his hips. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good, too.”

An excited laugh leaves your throat, and it makes him smile before he slowly starts to fuck into you. He let out deep groans, his hand reaching over to grip the doorframe of the backseat as he spread you open for him. You felt nearly too good, he was nervous he was going to come too soon.

Your back arched and he was given the beautiful sight of your breasts bouncing with each rough thrust. He bit down harshly on his lip as your moans filled the dark car, and he didn’t want this to end. “Goddamn, baby,” he mumbled, leaning down to kiss you deeply. His hand stayed on your hip, holding your body in place as he fucked you hard and deep. “You still doing okay?”

You nodded and reached up to pull on his hair, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “I’m doing so good,” you whispered back. “God, you feel so good, Bradley.”

He moaned, taking his hand off the doorframe and reaching down to grope one of your tits. “You’re so tight,” he huffed, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. “Feels too fucking good, baby.”

You let out a needy gasp at his praise, clenching down around him even more and making him let out a string of curse words. “Oh, my God, yes,” you moaned, reaching around him and scratching your nails gently down his back. “Fuck, Bradley. Don’t stop…don’t stop, please.”

He could feel you pulsing around him and it only fueled him to fuck you harder and faster until he could feel you start to drip onto his thighs. “You’re gonna come,” he muttered as he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it a few times before pulling away with a wet pop. “Aren’t you?” He already knew your tells, already knew when you were gonna come before you did.

“Fuck,” you cried, digging your nails into his skin. You were loud, just like he told you to be when he went down on you for the first time. “Yes. I’m gonna…Bradley.”

He hissed at the slight sting, but he craved to feel more of it. “Come for me, baby,” he groaned, reaching down to rub at your swollen clit. “Come for me.”

Bradley was met with a loud cry of his name coming from your pretty mouth, and the feeling of your warmth flooding around him caused him to come, too, and he filled the condom with hot spurts as he quickly fucked you both through your highs.

“God,” he rasped, slowing down until he was sure he had nothing left in him to give you. “Fuck me, baby. That was so good.”

You grinned up at him but weren’t able to respond before he leaned down and kissed you hard. He was still tucked inside you, and he really didn’t want to pull out yet.

So he kissed you for a good while after, his hips slowly fucking into you every once in a while because he craved to hear the soft whimper you made against his lips every time he did it.

After a few more minutes, he pulled away from your addictive mouth and pulled out of your warmth. A low groan escaped his throat as he removed the condom and rolled down the back window, tossing it into the trash can next to the car. “How are you holding up?” He asked as he looked back down at your trembling form.

You smiled up at him, taking his hand and guiding it to your spent pussy. “I’m amazing,” you answered as he locked his jaw and slid his middle finger inside your drenched walls. “You?”

Bradley grunted as he leaned back down and kissed you deeply, his finger still pumping into you. “I’m pretty fucking amazing, too,” he muttered against your lips before devouring your mouth again.

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6saints · 3 months ago

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Yandere! Merman x Reader

Chapter One - check master list for chapter links

Contains smut, gore, and other heavy themes.

18+

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Many deduce evil as malicious intent emanating from greed, others gleaned that evil is nothing more than a sin found from ancient scriptures. The most accepted opinion, at least in modern history, is that it derives from a natural instinct. A part of the brain rejects sympathy and empathy, creating what we know as immorality. The pernicious effects of greed and hatred gradually create malign people.

And thus; People—humans, are evil.

Catalina sat atop some of the rocks, staring into the pitch blackness of the ocean. She was tying her hair in a bun, singing lightly to old tunes she could barely recognize over the distance. The lack of a reflection made it difficult to tie around her loose curls. She dropped the hair tie and bent down to pick it back up, paying no mind to the jagged rocks. The alcohol seemed to be affecting her harshly as her vision staggered momentarily. Catalina felt a cold breeze behind her, causing her to immediately jolt up.

"(Y/N)...?" She whispered, turning her head from left to right slowly. A silence enveloped her for just a moment. She shrugged off the strange sensation and turned back to the ocean to see a blurry figure in the water. She squinted, unsure if it was only a shadow cast from the rocks or perhaps a large fish swimming idly.

"Catalina!" Your voice called out to her. You had climbed over the boulders and situated yourself right next to the drunken girl. You had decided to bring your shoulder bag over, a woven tote bag that was falling apart at the seams, and placed it just below your feet, only a short distance above the calm waves. "You took too long," you scolded, "What are you doing all the way over here?"

"I saw something in the water." She accused, looking forward again only to be met with a dark emptiness. You beamed your flashlight in the direction she pointed at.

"A mermaid?" You teased.

Catalina looked at you, suppressing a small laugh before a louder one took precedence. Giggles erupted between the two of you, light and airy and almost innocent. "You think mermaids actually exist?" Catalina asked.

You pondered for a moment, a hint of a smile dancing across your lips. "Maybe. I'd like it if they did."

"You think they'd like humans?"

You glanced at Catalina and then at the dusky horizon. "I think humans would hunt them."

Humans are evil.

Catalina's only response was a silent hm before she began recollecting herself.

"I miss Billy," she said, stumbling over the rocks.

"The boys aren't in the water anymore," you recalled, "They're eating."

Catalina waved at you to signify she understood, bear crawling over the rocks because she swore if she tried to stand it wouldn't be for long. She looked like a fish out of water, or perhaps Ariel when she first received her legs. You chuckled as Catalina's form disappeared into the night and turned to look at your own legs, dangling over the edge just above the water line. Your eyes travelled from the mossy rocks to the blackness of the water, the only light shining from your flashlight in small, circular sections.

You felt contented, gazing out at the nature you had overlooked for years. Had this area always been home to an astonishing beach such as this one? I might ask them to sneak in here more often, you pondered. The grim moonlight entering your view gave you an eery feeling. You never liked the darkness despite how comforting it could be. You shook your head and opened your bag.

Mermaids: A Guide to Communication, the unfinished book you were planning on returning back to the library was idly deriding you. Its torn, brown pages seemed empty despite the countless words fitted on the sheets. You rummaged through your bag before lifting it, letting the hard cover lay stagnantly against your fingertips. "Mermaids and sirens are one and the same," you read aloud. "Contrary to popular belief, mermaids are also capable of killing humans. Unlike sirens, however, mermaids do not use sound, but beauty." You began mumbling the words as you read further.

You managed to read through a few paragraphs more before stumbling across a chapter titled Cuisine. "No way you can eat mermaids!" You laughed, flipping through random recipes that you swore just swapped out regular fish for the word mermaid.

Humans are so fucking evil.

A splash and sharp noise resounded across from you, causing your head to shift in search of the one responsible. "Hello?" You called out, flashlight pointing to the other side of the boulders. "Cat?" No response. "Dean?" No response. "Richie..?" Yet again, no response.

Your nerves resonated within you, spilling out through the goosebumps littering your skin and the imperceptible shivers of your body. The sweater you sported was wet and sticking to your practically bare limbs, your damp hair was heavy and weighted as you tried to straighten yourself, focusing on the little shadows your eyes made up dancing across the darkness. The book mentioned mermaids having night vision, the males in particular being exceptionally good with their perception due to hunting, or something along those lines, you thought. You really wished you had that ability right now.

A bellow came from the same spot, guttural and animalistic with a few pitter patters echoing over the wet rocks. You froze, flashlight dragging from one side to the other in an attempt at getting a view of what the fuck you were hearing. When nothing came, you decided you weren't going to wait and find out. You hurriedly scrambled upward, balancing against jagged rocks as the alcohol's buzz just barely wore off your clumsiness. As you turned to fetch your belongings your foot slipped forward unexpectedly, kicking your bag into the water with a raucous splash. "Shit." You muttered.

It hadn't been dragged out to sea just yet. Instead, the denim material was situated just between two rocks, a small pool of water stirring as the waves encompassed more water around it. You flashed a light to where you had heard the noise and then back to your bag. Was it worth it? Probably not. But your laptop was inside and you would much rather deal with some cannibalistic hillbilly over having to drop hundreds of dollars, that you did not have, on a new one.

Placing your flashlight atop a patch of moss, you began pursuit.

You etched yourself as close to the edge of the turf as possible, zealously extending your arm downward while your free hand gripped onto an immobile piece of a boulder. You groaned as you continued stretching yourself downward, just a few more inches and you would be close enough to grab it. Please possible axe murderer, don't grab me until I get my laptop!

You definitely should have been taking this situation more seriously. Though in the back of your mind, you had already chalked the noise up to being a wild animal or perhaps your friends playing an awfully elaborate joke on you. Not to mention the alcohol still fuzzing your mind.

Therefore, when another pitter patter sounded beside yourself, you lacked any wits about you to react.

A webbed hand made quick use of your tousled hair, letting the soft (h/c) strands twirl around his fingers before yanking you off the rocks. You yelped, the fabric of your sweater entangling between your knees as you slipped before being able to garner yourself back. Your arms flailed hastily, attempting to push yourself further and prevent you from having your entire body fall into the serrated edges below. The rocks below had just barely made impact, your knee scraping against the side of one of the edges before you plummeted into the salty water. Though you weren't the best swimmer, you had enough understanding to know how to propel yourself upwards when underwater.

A breath of fresh air engulfed your burning lungs. A hazy mix of oxygen and carbon dioxide allowing your lungs to rest after the strain the water put on them. Your bleeding fingers took hold of one of the extended rocks, red covering the green moss.

Breathe in, breathe out; you practiced this for a mere few seconds before another guttural mewl reverberated against your ear. You could barely make out the translucent flakes of indigo nor the matching strands of hair, long and wet and wispy, that fell over your shoulders and down your back. A cold body pressed against your smaller one nominally. His hand snaked over your threat as the other pulled at your bruised arm, turning you over to take in a sight you never would have expected.

His talons, charcoal and coarse, dug into your skin, blood seeping from the cuts and surrounding his cuticles. The crimson liquid dripped into the ocean causing a contrast of browns and pinks faintly churning around his scales. Scales? You nebulously thought. The azure shade in his eyes darkened, a morose expression casting over his slitted irises. You scrutinized his scintillate tail. His pale, almost sickly, skin was embellished in beautifully permanent artwork, crusading down his arms and stopping at his wrists.

From the translucent little flakes trailing down his body to the webbed caudal fins; he looked inhumane and unnatural. Your wide eyes almost admired the freckles of light that reflected from his tail against the water. "Pretty.." You whispered, only to be met with his talons digging further into your arm. You screamed out a loud "Fuck!" before using ur free hand to take hold of his wrist as hard as your weakened state permitted. He eyed your quivering fingers, the purples and reds across your knuckles and joints presenting just how extensive the damage from the fall had been.

He noticed your chest rising as you heaved a notable breath. With every ounce of your being, you lunged yourself at him, a sharp jolt of pain coursing through your body and causing you to scream out. You bit the inside of your cheek, hoping to censor yourself from cursing at the strange being. His hand let go of your throat, instead opting to enclose behind you, his arms keeping a generous amount of space from you as he realized what you had done. You shoved moss in his face.

Yeah, not your proudest moment.

You could feel his torso judder as a laugh resonated. "Humans are so weak," was all he could sputter out, sharpened teeth taunting you as he continued to laugh at your expense. It was a mockery, like a dog playing with its' food.

And it seriously pissed you off.

You wound your better arm back, knuckles whitening into a fist as you punched the creature straight in the jaw. The sound of his teeth knocking against each other was just barely audible as his head thumped backward. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you continued jabbing and striking him, each punch getting weaker and weaker as your adrenaline quickly waned. For a moment you hadn't realized his grip loosening around your waist, until a voice sounded from above and grounded you once again.

"(Y/N)?" Dean's voice was laced with concern, the light from his flashlight beaming against the rocks just above you.

"Dean.." You said in a hushed tone, almost unable to believe it was actually him. "Dean!" You repeated, this time louder. Could he hear you? You weren't sure. You kicked against the creature and ventured over the mossy boulders, waves flailing you back and forth. One leg made it over and just as you were about to prop yourself up, those familiar pale arms pulled you back in. "DE-" Was all you managed to spur out before you were submerged in the water once again.

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frankensteinzmonstrrr · 4 days ago

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The Benefits of Being a Marine Biologist (Part 2)

Part 1 Merman x transmasc reader Contains: getting to know your monster crush Warnings: discussion of top surgery & scars Length: 1.5K words

The next evening, you manage to leave the lab a bit early, mumbling excuses about not feeling well. You weren't exactly lying; the thought of seeing the merman again was giving you butterflies in your stomach. You had slept poorly last night, kept awake wondering if there was any way you could have imagined your encounter with the creature. It seemed impossible, but you knew it all really happened. You remembered the soft, cool touch of his hand against yours.

Grimacing at how slowly you are forced to drive down the sandy gravel road, you finally reach the trailhead. You practically leap out of your car, grabbing your tote bag containing swim trunks and a flashlight.

Once solidly within the privacy of the brush, you change out your lab-safety-approved chinos for your bathing suit as fast as you can, your need to rush of course making you fumble more than usual. You all but run down the rest of the path.

As soon as you emerge from the grass and your feet hit the soft sand of the beach, you see a shape pop up from the water by the rocks. As you begin to walk to the opposite side of the shoreline, your hopes are confirmed: it's Abalone. He waves to you awkwardly, clearly imitating an observed human gesture.

As you walk toward him, you try to quickly study his appearance. Yesterday you were too shocked to observe the finer details of what he looks like. His silvery skin transitions to darker gray shades towards his hands and on his tail, clearly some kind of point coloring. Despite being aquatic, he somehow has what looks like long, dark hair. You wonder if his "hair" is actually spines of some kind. His face is shockingly human, his features just a bit sharper and with somewhat large eyes. Your eyes wander down and you see that he has very humanoid pectoral and abdominal muscles, too. Realizing that you've been staring at him for at least a full minute, you drop your gaze to your feet as you approach the water's edge.

"I brought clothes to swim!" you call to him. You don't feel the need to fully shout, because he clearly had heard you coming from the trail. "I hope it's not too cold!"

You toss your bag and your t-shirt behind you onto the dry sand. As you step into the water the chill bites at your feet, but it's a tolerable cold. You wade out along the edge of the rocks until the water reaches almost to your shoulders. Seeming to realize that any further out would be an uncomfortable depth for a human, Abalone closes the remaining gap between the two of you, swimming gracefully just below the water's surface. You observe that his tail moves from side to side like a fish, not up and down like a whale or dolphin. Fascinating.

Abalone smiles at you as he surfaces and adjusts himself to be upright in the shallower water. You simply look at each other for a moment, both unsure what to say. He breaks the silence with his odd laugh. "You are so short!"

Instinctively you cross your arms and reply, "No I am not! I'm average height. For a human," you add. "I could say that you're so tall... Or long?"

"Fair enough." You can't help but wonder if he learned that phrase from you. "What do you do during the daytime?"

"I go and work as a scientist." You struggle to think of a simple enough explanation for someone who doesn't know what a computer is. "I record all sorts of things about animals and plants from the ocean."

"Very nice. Sounds very nice," he replied thoughtfully. "During the day sometimes I sleep, sometimes I hunt. Not much to do."

"What do you hunt?"'

"All the fish," he grinned. With those sharp teeth, it only makes sense that he's a carnivore. "The bigger the fish, the better to eat. Once I caught a shark almost as big as me. Have you ever eaten shark?"

Abalone seemed to have as many questions for you as you did for him. "No, I haven't. Humans don't really eat shark. Except for in soup, but I'm honestly not sure if that's real."

"Shark soup," he repeated. "Soup isn't real."

"No!" you laugh. "Soup is a real food. It's like cooking things in water."

"What ever," he said, clearly enunciating the two words as separate. That only makes you giggle more.

You look down into the water and notice how Abalone's tail is crammed underneath himself in the shallow depth. "Here, let me go up on the rocks and sit somewhere where you can sit normally too." He doesn't say anything in response, just bobbing along happily in the water as you climb up onto the stone pile and move further out into the water.

When you take a seat on the least offensive boulder, Abalone joins you on the rock's edge. Suddenly, he points to you and says, "You're like me."

"What?"

"You're like me," he says again, pointing to your chest and then to his.

Oh. He sees your top surgery scars, faded but still visible, and is pointing to faint striping on his own torso. "N-no," you stammer. "Those are my scars. I don't have stripes like you."

"Ah. Scars from what?"

"I don't know if you'll understand. They're from surgery... something that had to be done for medicine? For healing?"

"I see." Dropping the subject, he silently moved a bit closer to you and rested his chin on the rock next to where you sat. "You have very small claws."

"I don't need them as much as you probably do." You involuntarily imagine his dark talons ripping through the flesh of his prey.

Abalone reached for your hand and gently pulled at it. You let him lift it towards him. You hadn't noticed before that his fingers are webbed. Makes sense.

He held up his hand flat against yours, and you mirrored his movement. He pressed his palm against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. He gazed in wonder at your hand and wrist, no doubt thinking about what a tiny human you are.

You stared right back at his hand, and arm, and body. His hand is definitely larger than yours, but not by much. He seemed to have the proportions of a very tall man, with a several yards long tail instead of legs. Without thinking, you take your hand from his and reach forward to touch his hair. The fibers are coarser than human hair, as you expected. Your thoughts of what it could be composed of if not keratin are interrupted when you realized that he is leaning in to your touch.

You yank your hand back automatically and begin to apologize, but Abalone grabs your hand and pulls you forward into the water. The cold shocks you, but you still notice that his hand is warm in the icy ocean.

Holding onto you with one arm as if he's not fully convinced you can swim, he turns and points at the sky. "The sun is almost down. Don't stay late."

He was right. Only the last slivers of the orange sun remained above the horizon. "Thank you. You're right, I should leave now."

Still holding your hand, he began to swim towards the shore. You laugh and tell him you can swim, insisting that the doesn't need to drag you along, but he doesn't listen. You can't see into the water very well in the increasing dimness, but you think you see the glint of his mischievous smile.

He releases your hand once your feet touch the sandy floor. "Will you come back tomorrow?"

You open your mouth to tell him yes, but your heart drops when you remember that you have to stay at the lab late for a meeting the next night. "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to work."

Abalone frowns at that, his playful demeanor vanishing. "When can you come back?"

"I'm not sure. Maybe in two days?... I wish there was some way I could tell you when I can come here."

"It's alright," he said, quieter than usual, but then a small smile creeped back onto his face. "I can wait for you here! At sunset!"

"Every day?" you laugh incredulously. "You can't wait for me every single day."

"Yes I can. I did it today and it was easy."

You shake your head in bewilderment. "Okay, if you say so."

"Okay!" he repeated. He reached out toward you and gently pushed you toward the shore. "You need to go home. It's almost dark."

You sigh and start trudging through the gentle waves, twisting around so you're still facing him. "I'll see you soon. I promise."

When you reach the shore and gather your things, he waves goodbye to you in the same stiff, odd way. You smile ear to ear as you wave back.

The walk back to your car is freezing cold, with only the beam of your flashlight illuminating the path, but you couldn't be happier. You had left work claiming illness, but now you feel even stranger than you did before.

Author's notes: thank you so much for reading, and for all the support on the first part! Part 3 will be coming soon. Tip Jar on Ko-Fi

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handbagfashionexpert · 7 months ago

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minijenn · 2 months ago

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Story Summary: What would happen if the Crystal Gems had settled down in a place other than Beach City, a little backwoods town just west of weird…? What if, upon coming to Gravity Falls for the summer, Dipper and Mabel were to befriend Steven and Connie? What kind of magical, mysterious adventures would they have? And, how would they fare against the combined threats of merciless Homeworld Gems and a certain triangular demon?

Find out what happens when Magic and Mystery meet in Universe Falls...

Chapter Summary: Steven, Dipper, and Mabel team up to search for the legendary Gravity Falls Gobblewonker. Can they also find a way to convince the quarreling Amethyst and Pearl to fuse into the equally legendary Opal? It wasn’t unusual for the Gems to be away all night on some far-off mission, and in the same way, it wasn’t unusual for Steven to get up early to wait for them. He was still in the middle of breakfast when the warp pad lit up with its telltale glow, prompting Steven to leave his cereal behind to welcome his guardians back instead. “Hi, you guys!” he called, bounding over to the pad. “Whoa…” he stopped short upon noticing that the Gems were a little worse for wear after whatever they’d just been through. “Hello, Steven,” Garnet greeted coolly, despite the feathers scattered through her disheveled afro. Amethyst cheerfully leapt off the warp pad almost as soon as they returned, toting a large, oddly colored egg over to the kitchen. “Amethyst, we do not need that!” Pearl scolded as Amethyst began trying to squeeze her prize into the fridge. “It’s not going to fit in there!” “Aw, c’mon, Pearl, I totally got this,” Amethyst assured. In one swift move, she pulled the middle shelf out of the fridge, sending any food that had once sat upon it onto the floor. From there, she pushed the egg in as she shot Pearl a smug grin. “See? It fits!” She slammed the door shut, wincing when a sickening crack sounded from within. “Oh man…” she looked away from the fridge, disappointed. “Eh, I guess it's not a total loss. Now we can make a big omelet, or a quiche, or a huge sunny side up!”

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uollop · 1 year ago

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C-could we possibly get more Mermaid Vash? Mermay has me by the throat!

Pearlescent (Mer!Vash x Reader pt. 2)

Content: Mermaid Vash, GN! Reader, oceans, deep water, lifeguard reader, Reader almost drowns, blood, angst, Vash tries to introduce his favorite human to his brother but it.... does not go well.

Word count: 2.7k

Notes: Coming right up! I got like 3 anon asks for more Mer!Vash so I shall provide! Someone specifically asked for the reader to swim with Vash so I will be including that in this one :)) enjoy!

Previous Part | Next Part (coming soon)

You met with the merman nearly every day after that, always staying after your shift ended to spend some time with him. You had learned his name after he had arranged some seashells to form what seemed like letters. "Vash" is what you called him from then on out, and it seemed to be correct because he would respond to it, always letting out a happy chirp when you called him by his name.

Today, you sat in your lifeguard tower and watched the people on the beach. There weren't many people, as Fall had started to come and the coldness in the air was dissuading people from coming to the shore. Anyone who did come didn't stay too late, allowing you more time with your mermaid friend.

People were starting to clear out right now, as droplets of rain began to fall from the sky. The coolness of the water made you shudder, but you didn't mind. Today, you wore a red lifeguard jacket over your bathing suit, but most of your legs were still exposed. You knew your fishy friend would be excited about that.

As you watched the last of the people clear out of the beach, you looked out into the water, smiling when you saw a familiar head of blonde hair sticking out of the sea. When you made eye contact with him, he waved happily at you. You waved back and sat up, moving to climb down the lifeguard tower.

By the time your feet touched the sand, Vash had already pulled himself onto the rock by the shore. It had kind of become the spot that the two of you defaulted to. Today, he was splayed out across the rock, the droplets of rain falling against his skin as he stretched his arm above his head.

"Long day, huh?" You ask as you approach the rock, sitting next to him. He nodded, his eyes closed before he took in a long inhale through his nose, sitting up excitedly and looking at the bag you carried with you.

You had begun to bring things for him from the human world. It started when you attempted to eat a sandwich with him next to you on the rock. He had reached up and pulled a piece off without asking, stuffing it in his mouth. A look of delight had crossed his face as he reached for more, but you had pulled it away from him, telling him you would bring him one tomorrow.

You had kept your promise, bringing him different human foods pretty much every day. There were some he disliked, but for the most part he seemed to enjoy all of the things you'd bring.

Today, you reached into your large tote bag and pulled out a slightly smaller bag, climbing onto the rock next to him and reaching into the bag. You pulled out a glazed donut and handed it to him with a smile.

He looked at the sweet with curiosity, before placing his finger through the hole of the donut. You stifled a laugh as he looked at you expectantly.

"It's not a ring. It's food," You say as you pull another donut out of the bag, taking a bite of it and showing it to him, "See?"

His eyes widened and he mimicked your movement, biting into the donut. He chewed for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face before his eyes widened and he let out a very loud chirp, shoving the rest of the donut into his mouth.

"Woah! Be careful, or you'll choke!" You say as you pull the bag away when he reached for another one. He frowned and lowered his arm, slowly chewing the rest of the donut that was in his mouth and gently holding out his clawed hand for another one as he swallowed.

"That's better!" You chime as you reach in for another donut, placing it in his hand. He took a hold of it and took a slower bite, savoring the taste more this time. His eyes lit up with excitement and his tail flapped back and forth a bit. You couldn't help but smile.

"That good, huh?" You joke as you finish your donut, putting the bag away for now. He continued to eat his donut, being much more patient this time.

"I'll remember to bring more next time. They're called donuts." You say as you set your bag onto the sand, turning to look at him and seeing that he had finished his second donut. He happily rubbed his stomach before looking at you and chirping at you as if he was trying to tell you something. A soft frown settled on your face. You couldn't help but feel sad that you couldn't understand what he was saying. It seemed like he could understand you, but you struggled to understand the things he would try to communicate to you.

He noticed your frown and stopped chirping, letting out a sad sigh before he slipped into the water.

"W-wait! Are you leaving already?" You asked, concerned as you watch him slip into the water. He shakes his head and holds his hand out towards you. You look at his hand and back up at him before sliding your jacket off, letting the cool air settle on your skin.

"Alright, I'm coming... But if I get sick, it's on you." You joke before taking his hand, allowing him to pull you into the icy water.

You couldn't help but shiver as the cold sea washed over you. He noticed the movement from you and pulled you close. He wasn't very warm, but just the closeness alone was enough to warm your cheeks.

He chirped again and slowly started to swim, his arm still around you as he moved deeper into the ocean. You weren't sure what he was doing, but you trusted him. Eventually, he stopped. You could barely see the rock anymore as you glanced from the shore back towards him.

"What are you-" You're cut off when he pulls you under the water. Your eyes widening as you shut your mouth. The moon was bright today, despite the clouds of rain in the sky. You could see him in front of you, a bright smile on his face before he grabs your arm, pulling you close again. You couldn't help the butterflies in your chest at the close proximity, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

He pulled you deeper into the water, chirping as he swam. Eventually, you began to hear another, deeper chirping noise in the water. Vash chirped back happily, his grip on you loosening a bit. The deeper you went, the harder it was to see, but you could make out a shadow approaching the two of you.

Suddenly, you feel yourself being yanked harshly away from Vash's grasp. You flinched, almost letting out a yelp, but refraining as to not fill your lungs with water. You looked around anxiously, the dark water making it hard for you to tell which direction your merfriend was in. You felt a hand grab you, and for a moment you felt relief until you were pulled roughly towards the person who held your arm. Definitely not Vash.

You looked towards the person and see another merman. This one didn't seem to hold any of the kindness in his eyes that Vash normally did. His blue eyes were almost as cold as the water surrounding you as he bared his teeth at you, a scowl on his face. He had a long, silver tail and light blond hair that framed his face in the water as he moved closer to you, sniffing you before his grip on your arm tightened. You were starting to feel lightheaded due to the lack of air before you hear some angry chirping from behind you. You turned and Vash was there, grabbing the other merman's arm and trying to pull him off of you.

There was some growling and chirping exchanged between the two of them before Vash managed to pry the other merman off of you, frowning at him before grabbing your waist and pulling you back towards the surface of the water.

You were maybe a foot away from the surface when you felt something yank your leg. You slipped out of Vash's hand as you were dragged back away from the air you so desperately needed. You began to thrash around as the darkness of the depths consumed you again. You could barely see, but you managed to make out the silhouette of Vash swimming towards you. It seemed like he was struggling to catch up.

The burning in your lungs worsened as you were pulled further away from him. You reached out towards him, your fingers brushing his for a moment before the grasp around your ankle tightened, pulling you away from him. You could feel claws digging into your ankle, making you wince in pain. You continued to kick your legs and try to reach towards Vash, but it felt helpless. You felt like you were going to die. Black spots start to dot your vision as you lower your arm. The need to breathe was so bad, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You hear Vash chirp something, his voice sounding desperate and sad. You hear a quiet growl from the merman holding your ankle before the pressure on your leg was released. Your eyes widen and you begin to swim towards Vash, your legs burning as you held your arm out again. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards his body, swimming as fast as he could to the surface of the water. The dark spots continued to cloud your vision as your grip on his hand loosened. You heard a panicked noise coming from him as he kept pulling you up, pushing you past the surface of the water.

You coughed and sputtered for air, the burning in your lungs not getting any better as you clung onto Vash for support. Your lungs ached. Your ankle hurt. Your muscles were sore. Vash seemed to notice your distress, quickly pulling you into his embrace, supporting you as you coughed and gasped for air. He began swimming back towards the rock, a disappointed look on his face as he rubs your back.

He had thought it might be a good idea to introduce you to Nai. He knew that his brother was cautious about humans and thought that, maybe if he showed him a good human that had been kind to him, Nai might change his mind and start to be more understanding.

He had not anticipated for Nai to be so aggressive. His brother was clearly curious, but went about testing his curiosity in the wrong way. He knew he had smelled blood in the water. Your ankle was definitely bleeding, and Vash couldn't help but feel it was his fault.

Vash swam up to your rock, attempting to lift you onto it. His lack of a second arm made it difficult for him to get you onto the rock, so he settled for leaning you against his body until you were able to pull yourself up on your own. The two of you sat like that for a while, his arm wrapped around you as you leaned against him, taking in shaky breaths and rubbing your eyes from the salt water.

"What..." you breathed nervously as you glanced back at him, "Who was that?"

He frowned at you before letting you go, allowing you to pull yourself onto the rock. He gathered a few seashells from the ocean floor before he popped up and pulled himself onto the rock as well, Using the shells to spell out something.

"Brother?" You asked as you looked at his shell writing. He nodded with a soft frown on his face before he gathered the shells again and started placing them again. 'Sorry'.

You looked at the words and touched his arm, gently rubbing your finger across his scars, "It's ok," you start, trying to sound as reassuring as you can without your voice shaking, "he seemed... Curious?" You pause, gauging his reaction before he nods. You nod back at him, a soft smile on your lips as you cough a few more times.

"It happens..." You say, looking down at your ankle and seeing a few puncture wounds in a circle around it. Dark red blood stained your skin, dripping down onto the rock. You frown and reach for your bag, shuffling through it trying to find your first-aid. Eventually you found it towards the bottom of the bag, your eyes widening when you see the small jewelry box next to it.

"Oh, yeah!" You chime as you pick up both boxes. You hand him the jewelry box and give him a smile as you begin to clean your wound. "Open it!" You grin, watching him as he opens the box. He gasps when he sees what's in the box, immediately letting out a happy chirp. He took out the necklace that was inside of it and showed it to you as if you hadn't already seen it.

"I know! I got it made with the pearls that you gave me," You say, reaching over and pointing at the large blue pearl in the middle. "This is the one that you showed me in the light. Pretty cool, huh?"

He nods as you resume cleaning your wound, wincing at the feeling of the alcohol pad against your skin before you start to bandage it. He watches you for a moment before looking back at the necklace, a soft smile on his face as he held it up in the moonlight.

You looked up at him with a gentle smile, enjoying the way he admired your necklace. You finish bandaging your ankle and turn your back towards him.

"Want to help me put it on?" You ask as you move any hair that might be in the way. He stares at your neck for a moment before nodding, reaching around you and clumsily closing the clasp of the necklace.

You turned back to him with a weary smile, exhausted from the events with Vash's brother.

"How does it look?"

His cheeks turn a light pink before he smiles and gives you a thumbs up. You nod and look down at the necklace, admiring the way it shines.

"Thank you again for the treasures you gave me the first time we met. That was very kind of you." You say as you fidget with the necklace. He tilts his head and nods, giving you a teeth-filled grin as his eyes shine as if he had an idea.

He slides off the rock and into the water, holding up a finger as if to tell you he'd be back. You gave him a thumbs up and watched as he swam away, letting out a sigh as you rub your sore ankle.

Vash swam towards the reef where he and his brother lived, a smile on his face as he started breaking off a few of the pieces of brightly colored coral. He had seen humans give each other colorful bouquets of some kind of plant and he wanted to give you something similar as a thank you for the human food and as an apology for his brother's behavior.

A low growl comes from behind Vash as he turns and sees Nai. Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Nai begins to reprimand Vash for bringing a human so close to their home, his angry chirps raining down on Vash's ears as he looks away, a little ashamed.

Vash tries to explain that you weren't like the humans in the stories that Nai would talk about. That you were kind and generous. That you had been staying late at the beach every day, talking with him, and that you were simply different than other humans.

Vash's explanation didn't do much to ease Nai's frustration. The older twin glanced down at his brother's hand and saw the make-shift bouquet, a scowl crossing his face. He asked what he was doing and Vash's face flushed as he shook his head and swam past his brother, not answering him.

Nai watched him swim away, letting out an angry sigh. He knew that his brother was naive, but he hadn't realized it had gotten this bad. He quietly allowed his brother to swim away, though. They would be having a talk later about this human.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 2 years ago

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[12:07 pm]

(cw: dad!johnny, gn!reader)

“You know I really thought our beach trip would be a weekend trip and not a week long trip at a beachfront hotel,” You sighed, settling down onto the beach towel you had just laid out under a large beach umbrella.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” Johnny smiled, pressing a kiss to the fat cheek of your daughter in his arms.

“She can’t talk John,” you rolled your eyes and extended your arms for her, “how did she tell you she wanted to come to the beach anyway?”

You began rubbing sunblock onto your daughters cheeks, cautious of her eyes and mouth, “We were watching tv and she got really excited when she saw the beach on the screen.”

You scoffed playfully, readjusting her bucket hat so her face was completely covered, “Your daddy spoils you, my little love.”

“Daddy spoils you too, now, let’s get my baby girl in the water!” Johnny smiled brightly, scooping up his daughter before he excitedly made his way to the water.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face as you watched her chubby little legs kick with excitement and heard her faint squeals of happiness.

While you were relaxing in the warm shade and salty breeze, Johnny was busy getting his daughter used to the fresh ocean water that lightly lapped at his feet. He squatted down, holding his daughter beneath her arms and let her feel the water on her feet. She babbled happily, arms waving around while she dug her tiny toes into the wet sand. He sat her down, sitting behind her so she had support, and let her feel the sand in her hands. She loved it, grabbing tiny fistfuls and throwing it around, but he did have to stop her from eating it countless times. Every time a wave would make its way up shore where they sat, her breath would hitch in excitement while she squirmed, readying herself to feel the cool water. It was enough to keep her entertained for at least an hour.

Her hand came down to slap the water, Johnny smiled, hearing her happy baby babbling which was soon interrupted by sudden cry. Johnny checked to make sure she wasn’t hurt, but then he saw it- her hand in her mouth. “Oh, my little love. I know it tastes so yucky doesn’t it?”

He held her to his shoulder, swaying her back and forth as they walked back to where you were sat enjoying the calm beach day. You turned at the sound of your daughter’s cries, reaching for her as Johnny explained what happened. You reached for her water and some of her snacks, hoping that the taste would soon be out of her mouth. “At least she was having fun before she tasted the water,” you laughed lightheartedly, wiping away the streaks of tears from her red cheeks while she drank from her cup of water.

Johnny chuckled with you, “Wait right here.” Then he was dashing off somewhere behind you after he snatched up his wallet from the large tote you had beside you.

You pushed the hair away from your daughter’s face, ticking her to get her to laugh while you held her snack puffs in your palm. You pointed out some dolphins to her in the horizon, repeating the word in the hopes that she would parrot it back, but all you got was her usual baby noises.

In just a few minutes, Johnny returned panting with an armload of different popsicles and ice creams. He fell onto the towel in front of his daughter, startling her before she laughed at the dramatic behavior of her dad. He held up each package he bought, opening the first one that the baby reached for, a strawberry popsicle wrapped in bright yellow and pink, of course.

They shared bites of the cold treat, leaving you to have your pick of the leftovers. You all ate quietly, enjoying the sound of the crashing waves on the shore and other families enjoying the beach as well. You occasionally heard a soft ‘ahhhh’ as Johnny moved to feed your daughter again or a hum of approval from the baby sat between your outstretched legs.

“All done, little love. Did you like it?” Johnny asks the baby, pressing a kiss to her forehead while he wipes away the remaining red syrup around her mouth.

“We brought her food, it’s in the bag,” you tell Johnny, watching your daughter rub at her eyes with a closed fist.

You pulled her into your arms rocking her back and forth to lull her to sleep, “I didn’t want her fun time at the beach to be ruined by one bad moment. I had to make it up for my baby girl.”

“I would sure hope not, we've got 5 days left here. You spoil her John,” you sigh, tearing your eyes away from the waves to make eye contact with your husband who was still laying in front of you.

He laughed loudly, quickly muffling his laugh when you gave him a stern look, “Says you. Remind me again, was it you or me who had to go out and buy our daughter, who has never been in a body of water outside the bathtub, six new bathing suits?”

You averted your gaze to your daughter peacefully asleep in your arms, long eyelashes brushing the tops of her chubby cheeks. “Fine, we both spoil her.”

“And I spoil you both, you deserve it, my love.”

“We love you John, now let’s get little love out of her wet clothes,” you smiled softly, leaning forward to kiss Johnny gently before you stood up and grabbed your tote.

Johnny shook out the beach towel and followed behind you, “Maybe tomorrow she can try floating in the water, I got her some floaties.”

“Not happening John.” You told him in a voice that told him you were not to be argued with. Yeah, no floating for little love after all.

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A/N: did you guys like the ig post at the end? this one was really fun to write, enjoy!

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coqxettee · 1 year ago

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Coquette Summer

Bucket List: ☀️🧺🌸

Some ideas for your summer 2023 bucket list. Coquette activities, trips, days out and things you can do with friends or alone. Write these ideas in your journal and make your own bucket list if you like! <3

Go on a picnic ~ You can do this with friends or on your own! Take an aesthetic picnic blanket and basket, pack fruit, sandwiches, salad, cookies, cupcakes (whatever you like!) and have a Coquette picnic. Dress cute for the occasion and make sure to take lots of pictures <3

Host a Tea Party ~ Invite friends over and decorate your dining table with a pretty tablecloth. Grab fancy cups and saucers (you can find these in antique stores, or better yet a whole tea set complete with a tea pot!) and have a tea party. Drink rose or jasmine tea, have scones, bread & jam, miniature sandwiches, cookies/biscuits, cake. You could even do it Marie Antoinette, high-tea inspired. Dress all regency and cute and make it the fanciest, coquette, tea party ever! <3

Beach day ~ Grab your heart shaped sunnies and have a beach day! Bring a pink towel with you, a large pretty sun-hat, and make sure you pack all the pretty-girl beach essentials. Tanning lotion, a romance novel, fresh fruit, a blanket to sit on (if you don’t have a deck chair) sun cream (spf) lipgloss, a hair brush, and your camera to snap some cute beach shots! Walk down the boardwalk, listen to Lana and grab an ice cream, wear pink flip flops and a cute pink and white gingham bikini <3

Berry picking ~ Wear the most dreamy, float cottage-core, princess dress, a large sun hat and take a wicker basket with you to go berry picking. You can book a slot online and go into a local field. Take pictures and pick ripe berries to take home with you, ready to use for baking later on in the week <3

Baking day ~ Wear a cute little apron, put Lana on your record player in the kitchen and have a baking day! Bake cherry pie, heart-shaped cookies, jam cookies, chocolate-chip cookies, scones, cupcakes, an actual cake… anything and everything! Take cute photos when you bake, it can be great to make memories with friends. Once you’ve baked all your sweet treats, package them up and choose some to give to friends and family, some for later occasions (picnics & tea-parties) and most importantly… some for you! <3

Go to a market ~ If you live in the country there are loads of cute farmers markets on in summer. Keep some money back with you, wear a long, flowing style skirt and a bow in your hair and take a cute tote-bag to keep everything you buy in. Look for small Coquette trinkets on some of the handmade stalls, buy fresh fruit and lemonade for lunch and have a slow, relaxing day at the market <3

Antique shopping ~ Go antique shipping. For your room or house. You can find so many beautiful, Coquette homeware items, clothes, trinkets, jewelry and much more in antique shops. Google the best ones in your area, set aside a day, and go <3

Try out new café’s in your area - Google fancy café’s or even café’s that do afternoon tea. You could go with friends or have a solo cafe trip. Bring a book with you if you go on your own, to read. Or a sketchbook to sketch the world around you. Try something new on the menu! <3

Coquette movie day ~ Plump out your bedroom or living room with pink pillows, fairy lights, candles and lavender room spray. Put on the comfiest pair of pajamas you have Grab snacks, popcorn, anything you baked earlier in the week, fresh fruit (anything you like!) And have a whole day of watching JUST coquette movies. Disney princess films, any period drama’s, any mystical and magical movies, romance movies. Movies that are super light-hearted and make you feel like the princess you are inside. This is really fun to do with friends too! <3

Jewelry making ~ Learn how to make prettt, coquette jewelry. I always see such cute jewelry online and want to know if I can make it myself. The kits might be a bit pricy to buy, but once you’ve built up a jewelry making collection your all set! Make some summer earrings, necklaces, and bracelets <3

Learn to Crochet ~ Something I have wanted to learn for ages! There are tons of tutorials on YouTube and you can pick up pretty colored yarn from the market. If you are really good you can crochet things for the summer like tank tops, bikini sets and headbands! <3

Start a summer journal ~ Or just start journaling in general. I’m making a summer journal full of scrapbook pages I can add all of my coquette summer pictures too when summer is over. Decorate it with coquette stickers and really make it your own. Get creative <3

Have a self care day ~ It’s not sunny everyday in Summer (usually) so set aside one of the cloudier or cooler days for a movie day, or self care day! Wake up early and have an everything shower, and take care of YOU! Do a face mask, manicure, pedicure, do every step to your skincare routine, wash and remake your bed, tidy your room. By the end of the day you will feel like a new person and trust me it’S WORTH IT! <3

Have a sleepover ~ You kinda need friends for this one. I’m sure everyone knows how to have one but do really coquette activities! Paint each others nails, style each others hair, Watch coquette movies, talk about boys. All the classic things you see in the girly movies that you feel never actually get done at sleepovers… do them! Order pizza, do face masks, bake things, and stay up as late as possible for a… midnight feast! <3

-HERE ARE SOME MORE IDEAS! <3 -

Re-decorate your room for summer <3

Go on vacation <3

Go bowling <3

Cute cinema trip (watch a romantic movie) <3

Go to a fancy restaurant <3

Make a summer scrapbook <3

Plan cute summer outfits for the weeks ahead <3

Try out new summer hairstyles <3

Go to a milkshake-bar/diner <3

Go roller-skating <3

Go to the arcade