#sand looks yummy

[corvidaebluejay]

Why does sand look tasty???

Like, I just wanna get a spoonful of it.

[angiestown]

time for everyone to have opinions on sprinkles

[fantasykiri5]

My fourth attack on artfight this year! This one is of Banshee, belonging to @/Honey_Beest on twitter! She’s just soooo pretty, especially her long “hair” fin, I couldn’t resist drawing her.

[dunktape]

consider this: garfield (drawn by a guy who cant draw garfield)

holding him out. in my paws . offering him to you

thank yu otter ,,, may you have a sans in return ,,,

[stillalivedcingscience]

something they don’t tell you abt working with big machines all the time is this

their fluids, grease etc may start out being kinda taboo and weird but no it becomes so normal and def cemented in your mind the reality that these are quite literally the same to them as our fluids are to us and just as normal

machines can sweat, machines can bleed, machines eat and drink, they get a little moist and messy and they smell like stuff, sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad. If u think machines don’t get B.O. or have bad breath I assure you you’re wrong because they do and it’s very normal ok

[worldruins]

Hmm yeah no i dont think thats a normal iterator

+ two of its self-portraits, as a bonus

[the-ancient-dragons]

Yummy little desert dragons, these overcomplicated SandWings are!

Like usual, Joy Ang and Tui are awesome, I've just added my own spice.

Details and explanation below.

Otherwise, next week are the RainWings - I think you'll really like them!

More overcomplicated dragons.

Where do I begin? I suppose with the elephant in the room: as a desert species, they need to be highly adapted to withstand the heat and control their body temperature, so I had tons of fun looking for references to use. Their sails would be used like elephant ears to cool off, by sending their blood into them to wave in the wind. Perhaps this would leave it tinted slightly red, perhaps not depending on the thickness of the structure. I chose backlighting for this piece to highlight the sail (the actual dragon isn't purple, it's just the contrasting colour of the shadows).

Speaking of the scales, perhaps you noticed the scales on the sail? I referenced basilisk lizards for this since their sails look pretty much exactly like SandWing sails, down to the folds and lines usually included in official artwork and fanart. In this piece the lines you see are actually the backlit tendons supporting the structure - based on frilled lizards, which you'll see again soon.

I also referenced pangolins (scale texture), thorny devils (the slight grooves on the sides of their temples that would direct rainwater into their mouths, and bearded dragons (for the little accessory spikes on the chin, mouth, eye ridge, and nose horn). The extra spikes on the mouth serve a double purpose to help rainwater pool and keep it from sliding past the mouth. Lastly, if you're curious about the extra dark points on its eyelid, those are slits in the scales to help it see in sandstorms. Camels have eyelashes but potoo birds have these slits which let them see even with closed eyes, which is important when the main weather you face daily is sand blowing in your face.

Again, imagine how creepy it would be to stumble upon what you think is a sleeping SandWing only for it to be wide awake and waiting for you to get closer... chomp!

[yandere-sins]

Underneath the Christmas Tree

You and König got into a fight when you realized what time of the year it was. He tries to make it up to you.

Characters: Yandere!König x Reader Fandom: Call of Duty Warnings: Yandere, Mentions of Violence, Building Stockholm Syndrom, Mentions of being tied up/ropes

a/n: Late as can be, but my little present to you guys! I hope that everyone got to eat yummy food and experience joy regardless of celebrations last year ♥ (Translations to the German words are below!)

"Mein Herz... are you awake?"

Sometimes, you wondered how a man of his stature could make so little noise. You were never able to notice him until he had already crept up to you. It had always been this way. You felt like you had only just closed your eyes, barely dozing off, when he startled you with his presence next to you. After all the screaming and crying, you had managed to scare him off, but it felt like only minutes had passed since he left.

The rope around your wrist tightened as you stirred, startled by his voice and the touch of his palm at your cheek, his thumb caressing you gently as you were torn out of your sleep. You felt groggy and tired, but almost instantly, the irritation with him returned to your mind, mixing with the pain as the rope cut into your skin.

However, even with your eyes wide open, your mind needed a moment to focus, the room having turned darker than it was a few minutes ago. Had it really been minutes? Or hours? Did you fall asleep for the whole day, exhausted from your outburst?

You cursed under your breath, your mouth dry like sand. More pain shot through your arms as you tried to move, your expression twisting when König's chest suddenly hovered over you, his gloved fingers dancing all over your hands and arms, too anxious to touch but too scared to keep you in pain.

"Here, let me," he mumbled, concentrating on the knot he made. Even he had to focus when undoing his own work, his methods too skilled for even his own good. But the relief, as your arms sacked to the mattress of his bed, was almost too good; your body lulled back into relaxing now that the strain subsided. Your eyes were already closing when he spoke up, alerting you to the danger you were in.

"Better?" König asked, almost sounding smug about it like he expected to hear praise from you for doing the right thing. It would have almost shown his compassion had it not been him who put you into the restraint in the first place.

"Guess," you contered, and you two fell into silence as you stared at each other. The fabric covering his face made his eyes all the more piercing in the moonlight shining in through the window. He was the first to avoid his eyes—a meaningless victory with a man who went from Colonel to shy schoolboy at the sight of your face on the regular.

"I thought about what you said, and I think you're right."

"The bit about Christmas? Ugh..."

Pulling your arms to your chest, you felt the heaviness that had settled into your muscles, which had been a few hours long enough to make them stiff as boards. You examined your bruised and swollen, at times bloody, wrists as good as you could in the moonlight, but feeling the wet smears on your fingers and the burn of pain when you inspected them, you eventually resigned to sitting up and resting them in your lap.

It wasn't long before König reached out to have a look at your wrists as well, gently turning them over a few times to take note of all the damage he had done to you, every fiber of your being blaming him and refusing to take even an ounce of it despite the fact you were the one fighting against the ropes that he put you in. Everything was his fault, and you had no problem telling him that at every chance you got.

"Yeah... about your family and traditions."

This was new.

Usually, König would try to change the subject as best as he could when it became uncomfortable for him—and all your complaints and demands, reasonable as they were, were uncomfortable. König always found ways to try and tell you how much better this situation was without really confirming or denying your feelings, even though his attempts at convincing you otherwise were fruitless. So, hearing him talk about what he desperately tried to avoid... was new. Progress.

"So you'll let me go?"

Silence. Wringing his hands in his lap after releasing yours, König stared at the floor beneath his feet, sitting on the edge of the bed like a scolded puppy. "No..." he mumbled, and you felt the surprise turn back into anger, your body finding the strength to straighten up and get ready to argue again.

"But!" he intercepted, noticing the changes in you and holding up a finger to silence you before you could explode at him again. "Schatz, hear me out before you say something, bitte!"

"Go on then..."

It was hard to keep your composure when what you really would have liked to attempt was to tear his head off in any way possible. Somewhere under the obvious shirt he was wearing, there must have been a head you could either curse at or try to break the neck off. However, you refrained, a small part of you still hoping to find a peaceful solution that would let you escape unscathed. You were at a physical disadvantage, and hurting his feelings had never been a very wise choice either. For someone who quickly became overwhelmed and shy around you, König was an expert at kidnapping and stringing you up, knocking you out, and putting his hands where they didn't belong. Even if he seemed to regret his outbursts afterward.

"I can't let you go, I just... It's not possible. It's not safe. I hope you can understand that I can't do it."

Opening your mouth was all that was needed to have König scramble, his words tumbling over each other as he tried to form his thoughts into a sentence. One that would soothe you. One that would put him into good graces with you. Sometimes you wondered if he forgot how to be the scary guy that kidnapped you. Who stood still and menacing by your side, watching you sleep without an ounce of shame or manners. But then again, you were glad that bruises and self-inflicted wounds were all you had to suffer from. Even if he tried to be gentle, you knew his hands could cause more harm than good to you. The thought of what all they could ruin was more terrifying than being kidnapped was.

"But- I- Well, I thought we- I'm your family now, so... About today— Scheiße... Christmas, I can give you that."

"Christmas?" Cocking your eyebrow, you watched him nervously crush his thumb in his palm, unable to maintain eye contact with you even though König kept glancing at you from the corners of his eyes.

"It's been a while for me, so it's probably not much. But I... I want to show you I care—about you! About us. I didn't consider that these holidays would mean so much to you, and I'm sorry."

König got up before you could think of a reply. He barely turned towards you, his body tense, hands curled into fists. Nervous. You knew all the telltale signs of his anxiety, considering there was nothing better to do in his apartment than to study him when he was around and you two weren't fighting. But this time, as secretive as he was, it made you almost curious as to why.

"If you want to, you can come to the living room. I'd be happy if you did."

With that, he left the bedroom, leaving you behind with the door wide open. You knew the layout of his small apartment, but you were contained in this room most of the time without the chance of walking through this door without König. Apprehensive, you got out of bed, feeling the cold floor underneath your feet, causing you to tense. Your soles tingled, almost burning from the cold, and you hesitated. It felt wrong to walk around freely, even though it was what you desired most. Freedom.

You had to cross the hallway to get to the living room, passing by the bath and entrance door. This all felt unreal. Like König was going to stand behind you any second now, asking where you were going and dragging you back to his bed, chaining you up and leaving you there to scream and cry. But he wasn't. You could hear him moving around in the living room—probably pacing—wondering if you were going to come.

There was much to consider. Did you need to use the toilet? Take a shower? Was the front door unlocked?

Your brain was screaming Idiot! at you for even thinking you could make a run for it. But you'd never give up the fight, you swore yourself. Even when you knew he'd easily catch up to you, knock you out, and tie you up, dragging you back to the apartment. You still reached for the door handle, pushing it down and giving it a firm tug!

...

The sturdy lock held on tight to the door, and you wondered what you were expecting.

Your hand fell to your side, and you took a step back. The disappointment and frustration were mere zaps going through your body, not even enough to sway you. What did you expect? That König would leave it open? After all that he did to you?

When you looked up at the living room door, your eyes met his, sparks of hurt hiding in the shadows over his face, disappearing the second König turned away, returning to the living room and leaving you alone again. As if he couldn't bear to watch a second more of your betrayal. There was no need to speak about what happened, about the feelings going through both of you. Neither of you talked about the taboo that the front door upheld—you, the prisoner, and he, your kidnapper and stalker. A love leading to nothing but suffering and destruction. He left the scene after making sure you were safe. That was all that mattered, even if your attempt to leave cut deep into his heart.

A quiet, surrendering sigh escaped you before you turned towards the living room once more. The bath was still an option. You could have gone there, locked the door, taken a shower, and hid from your captor until he couldn't bear it anymore and removed the door that separated you two. But fighting him this morning had worn you down, so provoking and refusing something seemingly harmless like an invitation to the living room seemed silly even to you. Certainly, it would have hurt König, and you liked that idea, but what about yourself? Could you have lived with what hurting him would have meant for you?

Deep inside yourself, you realize you were just trying to justify your curiosity. Escaping would always be your number one priority, but at the same time, you couldn't help being curious about what he had prepared. Being locked in the same room day in and day out was so boring, and even if it was a setup for disappointment, it was still better than pouting by yourself in the bath, trying to fight him for no other reason than spite and hurting both of you in the process.

But you didn't tell yourself that. You told yourself it was an order from him, and you didn't want to be punished for disobeying. That was enough to justify your actions to yourself rather than admit that you were curious about something he did. You led yourself along the wall, hesitant but complacent with König's wishes—at least for now. Just for today.

Warm lights enveloped you the moment you stepped into the doorframe. Christmas lights - green, yellow, red - twinkled from a string of lights pinned to the ceiling, while the old (although decorated with fake greenery) lamp added a cozy, warm glow. The table was decorated with a table runner, candles, little pine cones, and a big wreath with burning candles, plates and cutlery set like you'd see in a restaurant.

Most surprisingly, however, was the Christmas tree set up next to the couch. Given it was barely the size from the floor to your hips. But König had perched the tree on a little stool and hung it with baubles and little figure ornaments like a nutcracker and Santa Claus' hat. It was nowhere near tidy or uniform like you knew from home, with different colors mixing and not always going well with each other. It seemed like it had been hastily put together with whatever he could grab. But in its odd way, it was an endearing sight to behold.

Underneath it, wrapped presents in various shapes piled, their wrapping paper glistening in the lights. Some were easy to figure out, like books. But others had a generic box shape that wasn't very precise on what the present would be. Honestly, you were astounded, barely able to say anything with your mouth open in surprise. König never had a lot of decoration around his home, and standing in an all-out Christmas wonderland was almost uncomfortable after getting used to white walls and unintentional minimalism.

On the other hand, König looked so out of place, like a black hole in the middle of a Christmas market. He stopped pacing—moving, entirely so—the moment your presence came into view. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two, his hands tensing and relaxing, ever so often curling into fists as he waited for you to say something.

"So, do you like-?"

"Wow, that's-"

More awkward silence followed as you both started and stopped your sentences. But eventually, it was König who broke it, stepping aside and inviting you in with a slight wave of his hand. "I hope you like it. I didn't have much time, so it's messy. Probably not how you'd do it, but next year, we can do it how you want to. We could go shopping or—"

Cutting himself off, he seemed to be biting his own tongue. There was no guarantee that you'd have a next year. That you'd go out with him to buy decorations or you two would be close enough to celebrate like this again. Nothing was truly certain in this weird relationship you had.

But he tried. He really did.

And it almost made you cry.

"I... uhm," you quickly turned away when you heard your own voice shake, wiping at your eyes and praying that this strange feeling of happiness that overcame you would pass, returning your anger and defiance to you instead. "It's... alright. It's fine."

That was a lie. It was not fine; not alright. It was wrong. Downright awful and manipulative. You should have been hating on it, cursing him out for trying to take advantage of your longing to make himself look better. It was cruel and heartless, and you liked the feeling of normalcy so much that you wished it would stay forever. At that moment, you wished he was your boyfriend that you loved, and you were just a couple celebrating the holidays. A moment of normalcy was worth more than your defiance. And it made you hate the person you felt yourself becoming in that stupid Christmas room.

König's shoulders lost some of their tension, his equivalent of a smile. This time, when he waved you closer, focusing on the tree he had put up, he seemed excited. "Komm!" he said, and you felt your heart leap with the same excitement that swung in his voice, his happiness contagious. Saying "it's fine" seemed to have been enough for him, König being ever so undemanding when it came to your affection.

König knelt next to the tree, still just as tall as it despite being brought down a notch, patting the couch beside him. You tiptoed your way around the man, half expecting him to jump up and attack you as you passed by his back, but he didn't. Taking a seat, you curiously stretched your neck to see what he was doing. After briefly combing through the presents, König picked out one wrapped in green, glittery paper, handing it to you before sitting down on the floor at your feet, watching you expectantly.

You could feel the book's hardcover without seeing it, glancing at König briefly before unwrapping it. Forthcame the cover of the last book you had been reading before your life went downhill. It wasn't the same copy, still smelling new, and its spine wasn't broken from being read in awkward positions. For a moment, it felt unreal that he would know how much you had longed to learn how it ended, thinking about it a lot in the most boring of afternoons. But then it reminded you of how he tore you out of your life and destroyed it with his actions. How was this a small compensation for all the bad things?

But you'd still read it.

Pressing it to your chest, you swallowed back the tears, giving a fake yet confident nod of approval. Your body language was good enough for König, even if he noticed the hints of tears in your eyes, and he handed you the next present with an encouraging hum. You went through many more wrapped presents like this—more books, movies, sweets, a back warmer and a teddy bear, and so many more things you enjoyed. You eventually ended up on the ground next to König, your knees touching while you were occupied with opening and awing at all your presents.

It was just you two, and the apartment was quiet but peaceful, unlike the constant screaming and pain that usually resided in it. The bitter truth was that despite being unusual, things could almost look normal.

So when he slipped his hand over yours, and you didn't flinch away, the silence felt more awkward than it felt right. It was like two lovers exchanging a moment of gentle togetherness in a world that was so cruel to them—a world you weren't in voluntarily but a world that König wanted this way. You couldn't bear it. Bear the thought of this being acceptable.

So you pulled away, hugging the teddy bear in your lap and looking at the pile of gifts. "I've got nothing for you," you commiserated, politeness being the only thing you could procure to avoid destroying the peace you two had for once.

"I've got all I need," König replied gently, and you forced yourself to look back at him. His gaze was soft, lights sparkling in his eyes as they moved from you to his hand, reaching out to you once more. He was getting greedy, pushing your boundaries for just one more touch. "Just you and me, right here. Under the Christmas tree. I'll not ask for more than that from you."

It would have been the perfect moment to rebuke him, to hurt him and stab the figurative knife into his heart by telling him you didn't feel this way. It would have been enough to tell him how you felt truthfully that you still hated him. But for some reason, you remained silent, allowing him this moment of disillusionment that you two were finally warming up to each other.

It was simply too painful to admit to yourself that you were.

"Are you hungry?"

König snapped out of it faster than you. Unusual as he could be quite stuck in his lovey-dovey ways. "I got us takeout; just have to reheat it. I hope you like Christmas food because I got us everything."

Heaving his body forward, he got back on his knees but hesitated for a moment before standing up. You didn't look at him or say anything, tensing when you heard his breath next to your ear. His actions made you want to fight him again, every fiber of your being rejecting him and his ideas of love. But not on that day. Maybe you didn't want to ruin it, no matter how disgusted you were with him and yourself.

The kiss that fell on top of your head lingered for seconds too long. It was as if he was trying to get on your nerves, though more realistically, he was merely basking in the opportunities you granted him. His lips felt gross despite your hair and his mask being in the way. Yet you let him.

"Frohe Weihnachten, mein Schatz," he uttered into the kiss before finally pulling away, standing up and heading straight for the kitchen. Soon, the room was filled with the smells of a roast in the oven and sides cooking on the stove while you remained where you were, sitting there like an unopened present waiting for him to return.

Your face burned as your heart swelled with affection for the man you hated the most. The man who gave you what you wanted despite having to scramble to pull off a Christmas like no other. Who loved you unconditionally. Loved you so much despite all the bad things you said to him. Who would move the world to make you happy, even though he refused to do it under normal circumstances. The only person you had left who cared so much about you, stalking you to the point of knowing the kinds of books you liked, movies, treats, and your favorite things, presenting them all to you for just a moment by your side in return.

You were disgusted and appalled by everything and yourself. But without realizing it, you started to question your feelings for König as you hid your face in the soft, plush body of his gift.

And what more could he ask for as a present than you—in doubt and foolishly falling in love with the idea of him in your head—underneath his Christmas tree?

Mein Herz - My heart Schatz - Treasure (Equivalent to nicknames like Dear/Darling/Love) Bitte - Please Scheiße - Shit Komm - Come (in this context like “Come here”) Frohe Weihnachten, mein Schatz - Merry Christmas, my Love

[sebastainstansupremacy]

Sea Salt

Pairing - JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, teasing, piv sex, public sex, choking, daddy kink, use of pet names. Not proofread!

Word Count - 2978

Summary - Rising temperatures mean spending the day at the beach with the Pogues. And with you looking oh so tempting in that skimpy little bikini, JJ can't help but take you for a swim.

One thing about your friends was they never missed an opportunity to spend their days lazily longing around at the beach. And lucky for them, the scorching sun had called for exactly that. As you all trudged through the hot sand, shoes in hand letting your toes burn under the scolding floor, finding a perfect spot nestled within on of the coves far down the beach. Within seconds the boys had discarded anything they had been holding prior replacing their grips with their surfboards. 

"Not so fast Maybank" you scolded, rifling through your bag trying to find the suncream you had packed earlier this morning. As soon as your hands pulled out the white bottle you saw JJ roll his eyes and huff, "ugh mom do I have to wear that?" he pouted, teasing at the fact that you mothered him, probably way more than you should. You couldn't help yourself, you were the only constant female figure in his life - you may be his girlfriend, but you felt responsible for him like you had to step up and show him a love a mother should give. 

You raised your eyebrows at the boy watching him throw a fake tantrum as your friends laughed along at him. "All of you, suncream!" you exclaimed, it wasn't just JJ you mothered it was the entire group. You'd somehow become the mother of the Pogue group; you had no idea how providing the fact that it was usually you being carried home after a few too many drinks or dragged down from any surface you found fit to dance on. Maybe it was because you had a constant supply of whatever was needed to hand; bandaids? you had them. lighter? of course. snacks? always something to keep JJ quiet when he was hyper and chewing your ear off. 

You'd rubbed cream all over your boyfriend making sure you take extra time massaging over his yummy abs, wouldn't want them to burn after all. Though that would mean you could lather him up in aloe vera later... maybe you should let him burn? "Your turn princess" JJ whispered against your neck, letting his hot breath linger on your skin. He took the bottle from your hand squirting all over your chest with no precaution leaving a string of white cream all over your skimpy bikini holding your tits up.

"Hmm think I've seen this one before" he joked, such a filthy mind. His hands eagerly spreading them all over your upper body, hands slipping in between the material flicking lightly at your now erect nipples. A small moan escapes your lips, JJ's face laced with a shit-eating-grin knowing it took absolutely nothing to have you putty in his hands. Your eyes flashed to your friends, unfazed by the two of you, too busy talking with one another. 

JJ's greasy hands hung on your waist spinning your body so you were facing away from him, soaking in the view of the waves crashing ahead of you. His hands continuing to knead at your skin from your shoulders down to your lower back and then to your ass. His hands lightly pulling your cheeks apart letting your bikini bottoms slide between the crease. You could feel the heat rushing between your legs.

That boy knew exactly what he was doing. And with a tap of your arse and a kiss on the crown of your head, his hands left your body. Leaving you a little touch starved. Your head turning over your shoulder to see him already back with John B and Pope grabbing their surfboards. You shook away all the dirty thought from your mind and lying down next to Sarah and Kiara.

The day ticked by slowly, spending the majority of it sipping beer, watching the boys surf and gossiping with your girls about anything and everything. That's what you loved most about Kie and Sarah, even though things were not always smooth sailing especially between the two, the bond you three now shared was unbreakable. 

You hand one of JJ's caps resting on your face blocking the UV from scorching your cheeks anymore than it already had, as you lay with your hands resting by your hips dozing in and out of consciousness. It was nice for all of 5 minutes until you were abruptly awoken by your lover shaking his soaked hair all over your slightly pink skin leaving you slightly gasping at the contrast of cold, salt water.

You slowly lifted the cap off your head to meet his lopsided smile and wide eyes towering over you, how could you stay mad at him. He laid behind you lifting your head so it sat across his damp trunks, sighing contently as his hands rubbed against your scalp. Your eyes flicking over to your friends each talking to their own lover in their own bubbles. 

One thing about JJ was he could not sit still for 2 fucking minutes, unless he was stoned out of his mind - which was pretty frequently. And so his pestering began, 'come swim with me darlin', which you dismissed promising you would in a little while, which he knew would be a lot longer than he was willing to wait. 

Your heavy lids opening when he shifted to sit up, forcing you to do the same giving him a sleepy smile as you cupped your face with his large, rough palms. "hey pretty girl, come play mermaids with me?" he pouted, he knew you loved any excuse to act like a stupid fool with him and there was nothing more idiotic than when the two of you shoved snorkels on your faces and splashed around in the sea.

But you were oh so tired and you felt so cosy resting against his lap dozing off whilst he stroked your cheek and whispered silly little facts and words at you. You hummed, conflicted with the idea of just lying with your friends and he could see that on your face but the boy was not going to take no for an answer.

So there you were being thrown over his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he ran towards the crashing waves. Your friends shaking their head, humoured by you two fools. "How cold is it Jay?" you asked, now pouting yourself, you loved the sea and that's why you loved your life so much having such easy access to the beautiful beaches of Outer Banks, but the initial feeling of icy water against your skin always put you off, only slightly. 

You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for the shock of cold water as JJ dropped you down into the sea, causing a huge splash which sent your entire body below the waves. As soon as your face emerged he was wading away from you knowing what was coming, chasing after him ready to drag him below the surface in revenge. 

"It's only a lil' cold baby" he joked trying to make light of the situation but watching you slightly shiver with your nipples poking through your bikini top made him feel slightly guilt. Calling truce and swimming over to you, let you rest your arms around his neck and legs around his waist providing you couldn't quite stand in this depth. But he could, he was so dreamy and tall, hands resting on your butt stroking circles across each cheek. 

Your wet lashes fluttering looking at his blue eyes, full of lust and love. He used one hand to gently push your face closer to his own, noses touching. His tongue slipped out and across your lips, before you parted them allowing him unrestricted access to your mouth. Your hands running through his damp curls tugging at the ends. Your tongues gliding across one another, sucking and biting at anything the two of you could get a hold of. 

"You taste salty" you laughed in between kisses. "You taste so fuckin' good" he growled back, his mouth parting with yours and latching onto your neck peppering it with wet kissed, biting slightly at your ear before whispering into it, "And I can't wait to taste something even fuckin' better later". And with that he let go of your waist leaving you to tread the water as he splashed around you.

Those words left your cunt aching, desperate for his thigh, his fingers, his tongue, his dick, anything and everything. If there was one thing you knew about that boy it was that he would alway act nonchalant after teasing you and leaving you a desperate mess, even though you knew he would most certainly have a raging boner, he'd never show it on his face. You took a sharp deep breath trying to compose your self and swimming over to him joining in his splashing antics. 

The two of you had spent longer than you'd like to admit 'playing mermaids', telling each other 'watch this' before doing a handstand under the water or some sort of silly trick like you were kids. It was JJ's turn to show off his next 'impressive skill', he swam towards you with a cheesy grin and suggestive eyes, "watch this bae" he winked before plummeting below the surface.

Your eyes squint at the water, the reflecting rays making it hard to work out where he was until you felt his hand graze your foot, then your calf, then your thigh and then in between your legs. Your breath hitched, a slight moan caught in your throat and before you could process what exactly it was he was doing you felt the cold water against your now exposed lower half.

That little shit had skilfully untied your bikini bottoms and swam further into the ocean with them. Your eyes widened. It wasn't the first time you were bathing the nude, you and your friends were partial to a skinny dip but that was usually when you had alcohol fuelling your system and it was way past midnight.

"JJ Maybank! Get back here right now!" Your voice laced with warning. He'd push his luck, he always did. And that's why you were following the blonde further into the sea till the water was a deeper shade of blue. His hands still grasping your pathetic little excuse for bikini bottoms, flinging them around your neck and dragging you closer to him. Your exposed pussy rubbing against the fabric of his trunks, the friction causing you to moan. 

"That's right baby, no one can he you out here, moan as loud as you can for me" he teased, his eyes slightly darker in this state. He tugged at the material around your neck pulling you closer, latching his lips against yours whilst you grind your hips against his rock hard cock. Even in the depth of water you could feel your core was dripping wet, begging for his dick to be deep inside of it. 

Your hands leave his shoulders, fumbling around with the elasticated waist band of his swim wear, tugging them down slightly just enough for his very large and very erect cock to spring free. Hitting your clit as it escaped the restrictions of his pants. Your hand positioning his length to rub against your folds, causing him to moan against your lips. 

"You feel so good mama" he panted, his lips licking up and down your salty skin. Sucking lightly at your neck, not enough to leave marks. He'd do that later, when he was balls deep inside your pretty little cunt painting your tits a dark huge of purple. You continued rubbing against him, eyes rolling back as you lined his tip up with your entrance, not quite allowing him to push his full length into you. "Quit teasin' baby, let daddy fuck that little hole of yours yeah?" he whispered.

You nodded, giving into him, as much as you'd love to have teased him just as much as he had been teasing you all day - you couldn't deny the feeling of his girth stretching out your tight pussy. Lower yourself onto his dick slowly, he didn't move, not yet, allowing you to adjust to the slight sting your cunt felt being opened up as he always did. The salt water not quite helping the situation, causing tears to gather in your eyes.

"Shh pretty girl, no need to cry gonna take such good care of you" he soothed, his dick twitching slightly at the feeling of your walls squeezing against him. He was trying his best to start of slow, but being that you were both so far out into the ocean, his legs were treading carefully to keep you both afloat which was causing his cock to shift up deeper into you. 

It didn't take long for your aching pussy to adjust, begging for him to thrust deep. And that he did, frantically pushing his hips against yours. The both of you panting frantically, him more than yourself considering he was doing the majority of the work alongside keep both your faces above the water. Lips hungrily finding one another again, salt water occasionally splashing into your mouth, not that you minded you enjoyed having salty liquid fill your throat...

You knew you wouldn't last long, you'd been dripping wet the moment you saw JJ pull his shirt over his head earlier that day revealing his huge biceps and toned abs, he really was your weakness. The feeling of his dick pumping in and out of your tight little cunt tapping against your cervix threatening to split you open, had you screaming his name. His name rolling off your tongue in such a whiney and desperate tone had him bucking his hips faster against you, his chest flush against yours. His public hair tickling your clit, the friction making you subconsciously grind against him in an aggressive manner. 

You were so drunk of his dick you'd forgotten the two of you were fucking in the middle of the ocean, right in plain sight. If anyone were to look out at the two of you bobbing up and down, tightly grasping at one another, greedily kissing one another they would most definetly know exactly what you were up to. But neither of you cared, needing a release more than ever and the thrill of being so out in the open, in public, begging to cum over his dick was making this all the more better.

One of his hands dropped your bikini which was hung loosely around the back of your neck, as the now single hand grasped the other side of the material and pulling tightly behind your head choking you. Your eyes rolling back at the slight lack of oxygen mixed with the intervals of salt water splashing into your wide open mouth every time JJ flexed his hips against you. His free hand now dragging down your wet body before his thumb grazed across your swollen bud.

"Jay- Fuck- Don't... Stop" you panted bucking your hips to grind against his digits. Begging him to give you that final push over the edge. As your pussy clenched against his cock, his moans becoming louder, you were both so close. "No cummin' 'til I saw so, yeah?" he taunted. "Mhmm ye-yes daddy" you growled back, desperately shaking around him.

It only took a few rough thrusts and fast fingers toying your sensitive clit for you to be wriggling against him, screaming out his name, finger nails digging along his back that'd be sure to leave a few marks. You were coming undone, the familiar feeling brewing in your pit, your walls squeezing his cock ever so tightly pulling him into a trance. "You' gonna cum all over this dick now, aren't you mama?" he growling, coaxing you to your release.

His grip against your throat tightening as muffled moans escaped your puffy lips, your orgasm washing over you, tightening around his cock milking his cum out of him letting it paint your walls. Both slowly riding out your highs, lips finding each others once again sucking and biting against one another, piercing the skin ever so slightly. The irony taste mixing with your salty spit and your eyes rolling out the back of your head.

"Always such a good girl f' me" he whimpered, releasing the material around your neck which had left a slight mark. You didn't mind, you both loved marking your territory in one way or another. The slightly raised scratches on his back and the littered hickeys across your body a constant reminder of that. His dick slowly sliding out of your aching pussy, leaving it feeling empty, almost begging to be stuffed again. And it would as soon as you got home, he'd be worshiping your sweet pussy, licking and fingering it before filling it once more with his cum.

JJ pulled you close, planting a kiss on your forehead before flashing you a lazy smile. A yawn escaped your lips, all that swimming clearly tiring you out. "Let's get you back to dry land huh, pretty baby?" he whispered. He released you from his grasp splashing back under the water placing his lips on your sensitive bud before quickly pulling your bikini bottoms back where they belong and emerging from the water.

You giggled, "thanks merman", alluding to the stupid games you had been playing way earlier. By now the sun was slowly starting to set and your finger tips were all pruned. He turned allowing you to rest your shoulders on his back as he began your decent back to your friends, they'd probably be wondering where you had gotten to. Then again they probably knew exactly what had you both so caught up in time, some things never change and you two were always going at it like wild rabbits.

[envy-of-the-apple]

the jjk naga au is getting to me……..i fear im terminally ill with thoughts about it (seriously, top of the food chain is such a yummy series (?) and im soso obsessed with how you've written gojo’s and geto’s characters, i reread your works everyday, i just can't get enough! ^^)

and i hope you don't mind if i share a Thought i've had :3 (i was going for an mc who used to draw/sketch/make art just for this specific scenario)

Imagine that your time on the island's barely dragging on. There's only so many berries to pick and so many times you can braid Suguru’s hair into elaborate styles. You're bored, stranded on an island with these two naga captors and their (adorable) hatchlings.

Well, there's always playing with the hatchlings, or tussling with Satoru (he calls it playtime but you're far from amused when you get a faceful of sand when he tugs your legs out from under you) but you miss your alone time. That little bubble of yours. Ah, privacy. 

Like that'd happen, but you can dream.

It's a stroke of chance when Nobara comes to you with her new haul of human paraphernalia, all too excitedly. A leather satchel. Some printed photos of nameless faces with scenic backgrounds. A waterlogged cell phone, practically unsalvageable. A journal with pages so thoroughly soaked, it falls apart in wet clumps.

“What are these?” You can hear her rummage through the bag, her nose wrinkling slightly. “Smells weird.” And so you look over to see her glaring down at a (relatively new) set of oil paints, sealed away in the bag. It's likely that she picked up on the scent of the strange chemicals.

Your eyes are bright with hope as you gently pull it out of her hold. Ready to answer her million and one questions.

…

After all this time that you've thought of what you'd wished to be able to do, you're at a loss. You've got a wall to the cave to yourself, a set of oil paints and a makeshift brush from the wood of this one particular tree off the side of the island. The only thing you're missing right now is inspiration.

A muse.

Satoru and Suguru are snoozing. Peaceful and laid in each other's arms. you can appreciate the quiet to yourself.

You hear familiar shrieks and playful yells of the hatchlings' name. 

The slight bit of quiet, then.

Nobara and Yuji are wrestling in the water, arguing over something in a mix of clicks and curse words. The sight is an endearing one, but moving too quick.

So you do some searching inward.

And you paint what comes to mind. What you've felt this whole time.

…

“What's that?” Ever the curious one, Nobara rests her head on your shoulder to peer over at your artwork in progress. She doesn't understand any of it—and she wouldn't. Your human upbringing is leagues different from hers.

“... Home.” You murmur, and Nobara’s glancing up at you in wonder because of the way your eyes glisten, the way your hand lingers over to paint in a fine detail.

“Well, it was my home.” You smile back at her, and she's at ease. You're not sad—no, she'd make it everybody's problem if you were—and then she makes sure to know everything about the scene you've drawn.

“What's that?” She gestures. Careful not to smudge the paint off, index outstretched to a figure she doesn't recognise.

“That's a lamp. When it gets dark, we switch it on so there's light. Like the torches in the cave, you see?”

“Torch? Hmm… and that?”

It seems that talking about your old home brings a warmth to your voice. Nobara beams up at you all giddy as you explain, eager to learn more. Eventually Yuji slinks over to listen as well, more so to the sound of your voice than what you're saying.

You sound happy, the pair can tell. Like when you taste a berry sweeter than the others, or when you tell them stories of your own to lull them to sleep. They like the chime of joy in your voice, and neither stops you from rambling about your once-home. 

It's a moment of peace. and warmth.

Yet it shatters for you when you feel a strong muscled tail coil around your waist, that familiar sense of having your space invaded taking over. A very intrigued Satoru looms over you, eyes glinting as he takes in the sight. You know that something's off—he seems more punishing with how tight he holds you.

“Home, huh?” Satoru repeats, and even the hatchlings can tell that's their cue to leave. Nobara offers you a lingering glance, almost pouty before she slithers away, following after her brother.

…

The next early morning, you find your home gone. 

In a sense, it's a bitter joke to be played on you. Not only were you never going to be back at your own place, even the expression of the idea was taken away from you. Just like your freedom was. your choice. The wall of the cave was bare, not a hint of the paint or the sentiment lingering behind. As if someone hit a total reset. Paints nowhere to be found, your canvas scrubbed clean.

Suguru stretches out from behind you, one of the first few to wake up, wrapping you in a lazy hug, before he follows your gaze. You'd call the soft laugh that rumbles in his chest cruel. Mocking your homesickness in that loving way only he could manage.

“Must've rained last night.” He comments at the absence of your artwork, and you wish you could pinpoint at least an inch or sarcasm in his words. You nod quietly, and he draws you in closer.

Cold lips brush against your temple. 

“The only home you need is with us.”

The sand under your feet is drier than your throat.

(oh my god im sorry if i rambled too much, i hope its not annoying ^^;;)

jaw dropping. amazing. wHAT????

I love how anon made Nobara's characterization so much sweeter and innocent. Though it's probably cuz she's younger in this fic...considering she can still stay on land. And satosugu not even wanting you to THINK of your old home is so accurate. I feel the more they learn your language, the more eager they'll be to display ownership.

Anyway thx anon for making the fourth part! from now on if anyone wants an addition to the naga series turn to the anons not me.

[jobean12-blog]

Okay, but Javi Peña in tight swimshorts/briefs and in sunglasses only. On the beach with you.

Island Time

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 960

Summary: You convince Javi to take a much deserved and needed vacation and he couldn't be happier he agreed.

Author's Note: EVA! YESSSSSS! As soon as I read this I was thinking how absoltely yummy he is and how this would be a dream. Thank you so much for sending this delicious thought my way! Hugs and love 💕💕 Enjoy and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: lots of sweet softness, flirting, fun and tension, some spice too :)

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

“Have you seen my cover up?”

You ask the question from the bathroom, peeking your head around the doorframe to see Javi looking through some clothes on the floor.

“Here,” he says and holds out his pink short sleeve button down.

“That’s your shirt Javi.”

“I know angel but it’ll work just the same,” he smirks.

“You just love seeing me in your clothes.”

“Fucking right I do,” he answers.

You walk out of the bathroom and he sucks in a sharp breath, quickly tugging his shirt away when you reach for it.

“Hey! I thought I was wearing that.”

His lips part as if to speak but instead he just stares at you and lets his gaze sweep down your body, lingering on every curve.

“I forgot I already wore it,” he murmurs. “It’s probably dirty.”

“Good,” you start. “Then it smells like you. Gimme.”

“Baby why would you cover up?”

He looks you over again.

“I need something in case we go off the beach or I want less sun.”

“But…fuck.“

His fisted hand traces the line of his upper lip as he steps closer, taking you in his arms and sliding a hand down your back and over your ass.

“You’re trying to kill me.”

“Javi,” you murmur against his lips. “Why would I want to do that?”

His grip tightens and he pulls you flush against his hips.

“How am I supposed to go down to the beach now?”

The pronounced thickness that pushes against your stomach makes you roll your hips.

“Fuck baby, don’t tease me.”

Your lips ghost over his then trace the sharp edge of his jaw, now lined with an uncharacteristic dark shadow before pressing to the spot just below his ear.

With a soft kiss you whisper, “let’s go. Time for sun and sand.”

Using his dazed state to your advantage you walk out of his hold and take his pink button down with you, throwing it over your shoulders as you saunter for the door.

He follows behind with a string of curses and smacks your ass, hard.

Your toes dig into the warm sand and you sip your drink as you watch Javi break the surface of the pristine water. His skin glistens under the sun, the droplets of salt water running down his body and making his bathing suit cling to his thighs…and everywhere else.

He sees you blatantly staring and grins, crooking a finger your way.

When you reach the water he takes your hand and pulls you deeper until you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Now who’s a tease?” you ask as you brush the dark strands of wet hair from his forehead.

“Your existence is a tease,” he murmurs, trailing wet kisses across your shoulder. “And if we were alone on his beach I’d be buried so deep inside you right now.”

Your nails scratch down the back of his neck and you press yourself closer.

“Think of it as foreplay,” you whisper breathlessly into his skin.

He hums against your lips before kissing you slow and deep, the action eliciting a feeling of floating that’s only amplified by the weightlessness of the water and the gentle sway of the waves.

“How the hell am I supposed to get out of the water now?” he groans and adjusts himself in his shorts.

You giggle and detach yourself, floating away until your feet touch the sandy bottom. You slip under the water and break the surface like a mermaid, turning and saying over your shoulder, “lucky for me I’m already soaked so no one can tell.”

With a growl of your name he sends a playful splash your way before he disappears under an oncoming wave.

Once you’re seated comfortably on your chair you wait for him to come out of the water, savoring every inch of his sun kissed wet skin and the way his damp shorts cling to everything.

The sun’s warmth starts to fade as it dips below the horizon, leaving the sky painted in colors of pink and orange. Javi has you sprawled out next to him on the towel, every inch of your bodies touching as he runs his fingertips along the curve of your spine.

Your own fingers graze his chest before sweeping lower and brushing through the trail of hair below his belly button.

He grabs your wrist and brings your hand to his mouth, tracing your knuckles with his lips.

“Meet me in the cabana in five minutes,” he says.

As he gets up he gathers your things and starts for your villa. You watch and stare, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Less than five minutes later he shoulders past the hanging canvas that keeps the inside of the cabana private, his pink shirt hanging in front of his legs.

When he drops it to the sand your eyes track the movement but stop on the bulge between his legs. You breathe out his name and reach for him from your plush lounge chair. He covers your body with his and settles between your legs.

His movements are slow and torturous as he caresses every inch of you with his lips and hands.

“Javi,” you whimper, “I need you…now.”

He slides a hand lower, between your thighs, and murmurs, “I need a taste first. I’ve been hard all fucking day for you, waiting. Just a taste…”

He moves to a kneeling position and peels the bathing suit from your body, cursing under his breath when he takes you in.

“You’re the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” he whispers as he lowers himself down. “Now come on angel, I want those knees pointed at opposite ends of the beach.”

[memorycycle]

i see... (looks away sadly, intelligently) i hope in your next time at the beach you find more yummy sand instead of yucky sand

[merakiui]

Would you make a list ranking which unique magics and they potentials are hottest to you 👀

👀 OMG YES???? Thank you for this opportunity, anon!!! I have so many thoughts about the unique magics!!

Here is my grand list:

1. Off With Your Head - this one is very self-explanatory. The control, the collar, the way it makes you unable to use your magic, Riddle’s sheer mastery over it and how he uses it so often in the game……. orz immensely hot to me.

2. Snake Whisper - the hypnosis and helplessness of the target paired with Jamil’s very obvious lust for power and control. The way we makes you call him master as well……. so yummy!!!

3. Dark Fire - no one understands Rollo’s charm more than I do. What do you mean his UM is fueled by the fear and distress of others, thus making it stronger?!?!?! OTL that has so much potential. I love it so much.

4. Shock the Heart - I would’ve placed this one lower only because it has so much appeal and yet it can only be used once on a person, but perhaps you can argue that makes it even hotter. Regardless, I love everything about Jade’s UM. The magical chant, the way you must look into his eye, the beautiful imagery the manga blessed us with… 😵‍💫 being forced to tell the truth no matter what…….

5. Laugh With Me - another one that’s so great for control. Ruggie’s UM would be so great for (forced) mutual masturbation. But also,,, it has the potential to be used in such horrifying ways. >:)

6. Split Card - clones. Gangbang. Need I say anymore?

7. Doodle Suit - I like the mind games that can come from this. Not knowing what’s your reality and what’s fantasy whenever Trey uses his UM is so hot. T^T I NEED HIM.

8. Fae of Maleficence - I think it’s more so the overwhelming power and horrifying range of this UM that makes it so attractive. Malleus is terrifyingly strong and this UM always reminds me of that, amongst other moments in the plot. In Idia’s words, truly a final boss.

9. Life is Fun - Fellow’s UM………. WOW. Maybe it deserves to be higher on the list, but because I’ve yet to officially experience Fellow in the game I will place it within this humble top ten. :D even so, it has too much potential and I love it.

10. It’s a Deal - hear me out……. this is such an overpowered UM and it’s all Azul’s to use (and abuse) as he pleases. Having such a dangerous UM where, if not for the contract, he would be more susceptible to overblot. AAAAAAA HE’S SO FINE. The UM chant is amazing, tako’s greed, the amount of powers he can build up because there seems to be no limit to the amount of contracts he makes!!! So hot to me. <3

11. Fairest One of All - Vil’s UM…… the ability to place a curse on anything that can’t be lifted until the conditions are met. AAAAAA SO MUCH POTENTIAL. OTL

12. I See You - this one is frightening but very on brand for Rook Hunt. ^^;;;; it makes stalking darling so much easier, but something tells me Rook wouldn’t use his UM because it defeats the thrill of hunting darling himself.

13. Meet in a Dream - this one is more whimsical than it is hot, but it still has plenty of potential because dreams can be anything and everything. There’s never any logic to them. Also,,, I love the idea of darling constantly seeing a silver-haired prince in their dreams. The dream sex surely goes crazy. :)

14. King’s Roar - it’s so powerful omg,,, more so that than it is hot. The only circumstance I can think of in which it’s hot is if Leona’s using it to turn all of your clothes to sand, but why would he need magic for that when he can easily take them off himself. ;D

15. Sleep Kiss - Epel’s UM is so dainty and Victorian to me. The glass coffin…… that’s so pretty. orz the way it also puts you to sleep,,, somno with Epel?!?!?!

16. Bind the Heart - I’m sorry the ranking is so low, Floyb. >_< it’s another UM that’s very good in a fight. I like it a lot, especially the way he says it hehe.

17. Far Cry Cradle - this one is very interesting!! I absolutely see the vision with it. Just not a lot of horny vision, unless it’s a scenario where he casts it on your sex toy or something just to play that memory back. >:3c

18. Unleash Beast - this one is so cute to me. Jack turning into a wolf is adorable. OTL thinking about how mesmerized the kids must be if and when he uses his UM back home. How exciting it is to climb up on his back and be carried around everywhere. :D I just think it’s very sweet.

19. Bet the Limit - this is great for fighting, but for things other than that,,,, but I do love how strong it is. Deuce’s UM is so cool. >w<

20. Oasis Maker - I AM SO SORRY, KALIM….. T^T I love his UM. I think it’s so fun!! Alas, it isn’t very hot in that sense to me. However, there are so many other aspects to Kalim that make him so wonderful hehe.

21. Gate to Underworld - it was incredibly attractive in book six. That sort of power,,,, sometimes I wonder what would have happened if Idia and Ortho were successful in resetting the world. Outside of book six, the UM loses a few aura points. STYX Idia will forever be famous to me.

22. Living Bolt - apologies in advance to Sebek. His UM is so cool!!!! Just,,, not the hottest of UMs. WAAAA I’M SORRY, SEBEK!!!! OTL

[froggibus]

Beach Day - Overwatch Women

Includes: D.VA, Mercy, Widowmaker, Mei, Kiriko, Brigitte & Junker Queen

Genre: fluff, some crack

Summary: spend a day at the beach w your favorite overwatch lady

CW: lots of sunscreen, mention of skin cancer (Mercy), some suggestive parts but nothing nsfw, drinking & alcohol, mentions of sharks, Kiriko is a brat (affectionate), rare Mitzi appearance

This is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

D.Va:

beach gremlin

she has a giant collection of bathing suits & sunglasses that she never wears from doing brand deals

brings a portable speaker so she can blast her favorite summer tunes (much to the dismay of nearby groups)

you best believe she’s asking you to play mermaids

it is near impossible to get her out of the water or to reapply sunscreen

however PLEASE force her to apply sunscreen or else she’s going to turn into a lobster 

wants to have a contest for EVERYTHING

diving, swimming, sandcastles—everything is a challenge

the kids on the beach love her though & ask for a million pictures

she has a dork ass 2D pool floatie of Tokki that she refuses to swim without

you’ll have to bribe her with ice cream to get her out when it’s time to go

it WILL be a three scoop monstrosity of the weirdest flavour combos—like bubblebum, mint chocolate chip & orange 

she’ll want to have a beach themed movie marathon after but fall asleep twenty minutes into the first movie 

Mercy:

she is the beach volleyball PRO

always says she won’t get sucked into playing but ends up in some tournament (and WINS)

total stickler for sun protection—everyone is reapplying their sunscreen every 90 minutes

“I already put some on, I don’t need it”

“Skin cancer does not care.”

you could swear you’ve heard Baptiste say the same thing…

she’ll apply it for you in all the places you can’t reach though & expects you to do the same 

she has a super cute bikini BUT it’s hidden under board shorts and a rashguard (that she totally pulls off)

packs tons of yummy homemade snacks, sandwiches and enough water bottles for a small family

makes friends with the lifeguards on duty and offers them her water

mostly spends time reading on the towel but if you ask her, she’ll come into the water with you to cool off

longingly sighs and looks at those lounge beach floaties like it’s her long lost lover (please bring one for her next time)

she hates sand getting in her house so you’ll have to shower off as soon as you get back (but don’t worry, she’ll shower with you to make sure you’re extra clean)

Widowmaker:

she’ll only go if it’s a private beach, or somewhere more lowkey

she has a total soft spot for tropical cocktails served in plastic cups with swirly straws

somehow her cup is always full even when you swear it was empty a second ago

she mostly wants to lay on the sand and sunbathe, maybe listen to some music

she’s not brash enough to bring a speaker so she just listens to it with her headphones

only goes in the water to cool off, or if you ask her to

get her a pool floatie with a cupholder and you could keep her in the water all day

she’s the one on the lounge float that Mercy wanted

somehow her hair and makeup look perfect even when she’s been swimming

talks constantly about Ĉote D’Azur and the gorgeous beaches there

if you splash her at all (not recommended) she WILL retaliate to her fullest extent 

she’d never admit it but she secretly has fun playing in the water with you

promises to take you to the French Riviera next time you have a beach day

Mei:

nobody deserves a beach day more than her

she’s dragging you down there as soon as the sun rises and not leaving until way past sunset

has a HUGE pouch of different kinds of reef and eco friendly sunscreens that she forces you to apply

brings a book to read while she lounges in the sand and offers to share it with you if you’re bored

has a cute flamingo floatie with a cupholder so she can just drift along the coastline

brings you one of her spare floaties and ties the two of them together so you can float with her

she swears she left Snowball at home but as soon as her soda runs out he shows up with another one

he actually makes a pretty good waiter

even long after the sun goes down, she wants to float with you and relax

“It’s been so long since I’ve been to the beach…thank you.”

Kiriko:

no matter how many times you ask her or she promises not to

she WILL pretend to be a shark and almost get the beach closed and you guys kicked off

loves playing in the sand with the kids and helps them build a HUGE sandcastle

gives one (1) kid a piggyback ride through the water and has to spend the next hour giving piggyback rides

she has a cute donut floatie that looks like a bite is missing that she sprawls across

forces you to wear a hat in the sun, which ends up being an extra one of hers

so you’re walking around all day with a fox eared baseball cap on

oh and she’s also pounding back mudslides the whole day, so good luck with that

this mf is so lazy that when she wants another drink she just teleports there and scares everybody around to death

“you’re gonna give someone a heart attack doing that”

“good thing I’m a medic then”

you’re all doomed

Brigitte:

INSISTS on bringing Mitzi 

“babe he’s a cat. they don’t like water.”

“yeah but he can just hang out!”

you somehow win the argument by pointing out he doesn’t have swim goggles (however he does have a swimsuit for some reason…)

builds a structurally sound sandcastle that’s over four feet tall with a moat and working sand traps

everyone who walks by is completely awed by her sand guillotine 

accidentally squashes some poor kids sand castle and is DEVASTATED over it

spends an hour with them trying to help them rebuild and buys them ice cream to make up for it

lets you wrap your arms around her neck so she can tow you around through the water

probably makes corny engine noises too

brings sunscreen and a hat but forgets about both of them and burns 

takes you to the shops along the coast and buys you the cutest souvenirs

and of course something for Mitzi

insists on buying the two of you dinner after at some nice restaurant with AC and good seafood

Junkerqueen:

are there even beaches in junkertown/junk city?

crazy good at beach volleyball

hanging out at the beach is not really her thing though—she’d much rather wakeboard or rent a jetski (with your credit card lmfao)

however if that’s not your thing, then she’ll suck it up to spend some time with you

probably swims in her jorts

spends her time swimming laps underwater and trying to scare you by brushing up against your legs

challenges every couple that comes near you guys to a game of chicken

you guys win every single time 

breaks at least 2 sandcastles and doesn’t even notice

brings you food and drinks periodically without you needing to ask

refuses to use sunscreen but somehow doesn’t even burn??

steals borrows someones floatie so she can tow you around on it through the water

“Faster, faster”

“Oh, you’re in for it now”

flips over the floatie with you still on it when she gets bored

but she buys you ice cream to make up for it

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Signed, Sealed, Delivered…I’m Yours

Paul x GN Selkie Reader

Paul x creature partner is my favvvv, think he would be so cute with a selkie reader🥰🥰 hope y’all love this! Not sure if there will be more yet but I plan to keep it fluffy regardless:)

(Also Paul is on the Santa Carla ocean conservation board because of Fishy, so he’s an advocate for all sea creatures🥹)

Warnings: reader is mentioned to be nude a couple times because in selkie lore, they are when they shed their seal skin🤷🏻‍♀️ (readers body not described)

follow up blurb

Paul’s teeth tore into the skin of some asshole’s neck. He was sure at one point he’d known his name, but after an endless night of sharing joints, it was long forgotten.

Paul wasn’t picky about his blood, but stoners were his filet mignon. They had a sweet and spicy flavor, and they always left him with a buzz.

This one was yummy, but he’d been insufferable. He wore a scarf and wire rimmed glasses he didn’t need, he was a philosophy major who’d met both of his girlfriends in his gender studies class, and ten minutes into their conversation, he’d explained to Paul that it was actually pronounced “Van Goff” and not “Van Go.” Paul had quickly moved him from his smoke circle list to his dinner list.

As he sucked the last drops out of Mr. Pretentious, Paul let his body fall to the sandy ground underneath the boardwalk.

He checked his watch, there was still time before sunrise. Paul couldn’t think of anything better to do with the rest of his night then ride out his high on the beach.

Dwayne seemed to like it after all.

Paul snuck away from his dumping grounds and began to stumble towards the shore.

He paused, rubbing his eyes.

He had to be hallucinating, because reclining on the sand was the most attractive person he’d ever seen in his unlife…

…totally naked. God what was in that weed.

He rubbed his eyes again. You were still there.

So this was why Dwayne loved the beach so much.

You were radiant. Alluring in a way that made Paul swear he’d dreamed you up. No person was that perfect. He was over the moon instantly.

A look of pure determination washed over his face as he desperately tried to conjure the words to speak to you. He scowled as he thought this would have been a lot easier if he was sober.

After a few minutes, he realized he’d better come up with something quick because he’d been fumbling around behind you for an almost unacceptable amount of time.

Just as he was about to approach you, he watched you shiver as a cool breeze blew past. Your arms crossed over yourself, rubbing your shoulders as you tried to keep warm.

Paul softened. He may have been a bloodthirsty, vicious vampire. But dammit, he was also a gentle man.

His eyes scanned the shore until they landed on a sleek leather coat.

Paul strode to your side and picked up the coat, smoothing it out a little.

You whirled around, fear blooming in your chest at the sight of a strange man holding your coat, your only escape to the ocean.

But instead of keeping the coat for himself, he flashed you a warm smile and held it out to you.

“You must be freezing,” he said, maintaining impressive eye contact as your naked body graced the sand.

Your jaw dropped. You’d heard many horror stories from elder selkies about the cruel and savage human men who would hunt down stunning selkies, only to take their coats and lock them away. Confining the selkies to the land, and shackling them to the men who’d stolen from them.

The captured selkies would be forced to live as humans while their hearts ached desperately for the world beneath the water.

You’d met some of your kind who’d suffered this terrible fate and escaped, but some you knew had never returned.

But this sweet, handsome man, he was giving you your coat? You’d never heard of such a kind human man.

You took the coat from his hands, half expecting him to yank it back, but he didn’t, he let you take it. “Thank you,” you uttered reverently, folding the coat over your arms.

“No problem baby,” his smile widened, “what’s a babe like you doing out here so late?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I- I’m not a baby,” you told him. You had thought you looked like any regular adult human in this form.

Paul’s eyes widened, “oh uh, no sorry that’s not what I meant,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s like uh…well you know it’s a nickname.”

He was wayyy to high for this.

“Nick…name?” You rubbed your temples, “but my name is not nick…” you trailed off, confused.

Paul’s head was pounding. “No, sugar, it’s like um…it’s like a nice thing to call someone you know?”

Your face flashed with something Paul thought resembled understanding as you nodded slowly.

“Damn babe, you from outer space or somethin?” He asked, only half-joking.

“No,” you replied.

“Mkay,” he shrugged, hey he had secrets too, one of them was currently decomposing under the boardwalk.

He noticed your shoulders shake before realizing the coat was still in your arms, “you’re not gonna put that on sweetheart?” he asked.

Your lips pulled downward. You weren’t ready to change back yet. Not when you were having such a wonderful time with this man. He was teaching you important human things. You figured you’d better stick around.

You vigorously shook your head no.

Paul mirrored your frown. He couldn’t let you freeze to death. “Alright baby well at least take mine,” he offered as he shrugged out of his own jacket and placed it around your shoulders.

You could have melted into a puddle right there.

This man hadn’t just returned your coat. He’d given you his coat as well. What a strong man he must be to brave the cold. He would be the perfect mate.

You practically purred as he buttoned the jacked around your shoulders. You leaned in to nuzzle against his shoulder. “You’re so strong” you hummed, “so warm, so handsome.”

God bless the beach.

Paul beamed, “yeah baby? I hit the gym every now and again, nothin special.” He flexed his bicep with a smirk.

“Mmm,” you hummed, moving closer to press your cheek to his chest, wrapping your arms around him, desperate to be close.

A goofy smile spread across Paul’s face as he couldn’t imagine a man on earth as lucky as he was.

Then he remembered. Daylight.

His watch confirmed his fears, it was time to go.

“Listen sugar, I could do this all night but I’ve gotta get going,” he cursed his Sun intolerant vampire body, “but give me your number honey and I’ll call you anytime.”

You glanced up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Which number do you want?” You asked.

His brow furrowed, “home, cell, work, whatever you have babe.”

“Three?” You guessed.

Paul shook his head in disbelief.

“Let’s try this, where do you live baby?” He asked.

You smiled, you knew this one.

“With you,” you purred, wrapping yourself around him once more.

Paul raised an eyebrow, “what?”

“I live with you now,” you informed him.

Paul stood still for a second, processing as you held him.

“Yeah ok,” he said, taking your hand and tugging you toward his motorcycle. Best night ever.

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Because apparently this needs to be said again:

Jokes that rely entirely on depicting a man of color as dirty, unhygeinic, and unable to care for himself or look after his own personal hygeine are racist as hell. I don't care if you think it's funny that Ed made a comment one time that soap smelled "yummy," that's not a weird thing to say and implying that he doesn't know how to use soap is, again, racist as hell. I'm okay with plotlines where Ed gets to learn about hygeine products he's never had the opportunity to use before (maybe like bath salts or the like), but if you genuinely think he needs someone to help him figure out how to take a bath, there's a problem.

Ed, canonically, hates mess and cares about his personal hygeine. You don't get to have that much beautiful hair and the fluffiest, softest beard in the Caribbean if you don't like hair care at least a bit. In s1e8 Stede specifically knows that Ed getting sand in his beard will upset him. Ed points out that the crew looked "grubby," doesn't allow pets on his ship because they cause mess, is always excited about personal hygeine products (including soap), and whenever his space is messy, that's meant to tell us he's not in a good mental state. Ed is neat, tidy, and always well-groomed - these are not opinions, these are character traits that we are told in the show.

In conclusion: everyone making jokes that center around Ed being dirty and ignorant of personal hygeine owes me and every other fan of color $500.