#I barely ever forget to put on sunscreen

[jon-withnoh]

I forgot to put on sunscreen and then Scotland gave us „oh I’m chilly“, sun!!!, uh-oh is it hailing? and then more sun. Anyway I have a sunburn now.

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ROSIE!, alpha!simon riley x omega reader

in which captain price sends alpha simon on a much needed vacation to his secluded countryside cabin, but leaves out a most important detail- he has a live in omega caretaker to care for his little cabin when he’s away! and she’s the prettiest, sweetest little thing that simon ever did see..

warnings: alpha/omega universe, mentions/depictions of abuse, smut, pregnancy, kind of forced proximity?, ill add as i go...please note that i know NOTHING about COD but i am in love with the 141 guys and this has been rotting in my brain.

this one was kind of short, but heres part two! smut and rosie lore to come soon!

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part two: you ought’a wear sunscreen, lovie

Simon lay in the large cold bed of the guest room he had been provided about a week after his arrival to the cabin, wide awake. The sun was just starting to come up and he hadn’t yet slept, hadn’t even tried. How could he when you were in the room next to him snuggled up into your mound of blankets on the bed? He cursed John out when he had called him after his arrival. How had he left you out of the details when he’d coaxed him into coming to the cabin? ‘Forgoht ‘bout her, pretty little one, ain’t she?’ He had chuckled into the other end of the phone. ‘S’only for a couple o’months, LT, s’long as you’re nice to ‘er she’ll keep your belly full and your clothes clean.’ He hung up after that, and hadn’t picked up any of Simon’s calls or answered a message since.  

Forgot about her, Simon scoffed just thinking about it. He didn’t believe it for a second. How could Price possibly forget about the shy, beautifully curvy, unmated, impossibly adorable Omega he paid to be a live-in housekeeper for the cabin he conveniently sent his unmated, typically uncontrollable problem Alpha to vacation in? He smelled matchmaking all over it and he hated it. 

‘But it’s working.’ Simon grunted, rolling onto his side in hopes that his inner monologue would get the memo to shut up. ‘It’s working and you know it’ And goddess, he did. It was working. She was beautiful, and so deliciously plump and he wanted to kick himself for being an ass when he first spoke to her. He wanted to kick himself for wanting nothing more than to mark her, rub his scent all over her, keep her barefoot and fat and round with his pups. He wanted to kick himself for the way he felt his cock grow hard at just the thought of putting his pups in her. He was better than that, wasn’t he? 

He wanted to kick himself for the way that he already felt protective over her, as if he had already mated and impregnated her. As if they were already married. He felt himself wanting to be no more than an arms length away from her and he barely spoke to her. She dropped a knife while she was loading the dishwasher after supper the night before and he could have cried when he heard her mumble and ‘ow’ and bend down to rub her foot. ‘Should’ve been me, should’ve been me, should’ve been me’ He had heard his wolf chant over and over in his head and he had to really work to remember that he was an extremely disciplined man because without barely a thought he almost launched himself over the kitchen island to make sure you were okay. His fist clenched at just the memory of it. 

He could’ve cried when he heard your soft moan filter through the thin walls of the cabin, you were waking up and he would be subject to another day of breathing in your scent, of wanting to protect and hold you and not being able to.. ‘And why aren’t we able to? What’s stopping you?!” That voice again. That stupid stupid wolf trying to take over his rational sided mind. 

What was stopping him?

Nothing physically, he presumed. Aside from himself…it was always himself. The memories of watching his Alpha father and how he treated his Omega mother..of not feeling like a good enough Alpha himself because he couldn’t always protect her. Couldn’t always stop him..how could he possibly be good enough to protect this sweet little thing that was being dangled in front of him? You didn’t deserve inadequacy. He doesn’t deserve you. You want to bury your ugly mug between her legs..she made you a fucking pot roast and homemade desserts and you don’t deserve her? He’d never wanted to shut the wolf up more. 

You moved as quietly as you could, not wanting to disturb Simon in the room next door as you shuffled through the room, gathering fresh panties and a pretty little sundress for the day before making your way to the bathroom across the hall. The shower head spits out hot water almost immediately and you sigh, dropping your overly large sleep shirt to the floor as you step in, moaning as the steamy water rolls over your tense shoulders. You hadn’t been sleeping very well, images of your Papa floating behind your eyelids every time you closed them, causing you to toss and turn or wake up in a fright if you had managed to even fall asleep. 

You hum as you wet your head, massaging shampoo into it as you try to scrub the images and dreams from your mind, leaving you in a better mood by the time you’re done. 

By the time you step out it had been nearly an hour since you’d stepped in, your skin exfoliated and smooth, shining even. Your hair washed and conditioned, soft and silky and wrapped in a towel above your head where it would stay until you were ready to blow dry it in your bedroom, sat in front of your vanity. You take the time to lather your body in lotion, a cozy smelling one that moisturized your already smooth and shining skin before you slipped into your panties and tightened the little corset on the back of your sundress. 

It was a white number, with little roses on it that fell to just above your ankles and showed off plenty of cleavage. The skin of your chest was already red from the sun the other day when you were out in the garden, tending to the vegetables while Simon lounged in the living room (though unbeknownst to you he had spent the whole time watching your every move out of the window next to the plush armchair he had taken post in, waiting for something to happen so he could jump to your rescue), you had forgotten your sunblock again and the hat you wore atop your head did nothing to help protect your delicate skin from the blistering rays of the summer sun. 

A part of you wondered what Simon would think of the dress, and as you thought it your cheeks flushed, making you hurry across the hall back to your room to finish getting ready before he caught you, you could hear him rumbling around the other guest room, you were sure he’d be wanting the bathroom any moment now. 

Another hour passes before you decide that you’re ready to leave the sanctuary of your room, hair braided and tied with a cream colored ribbon, glasses on your face instead of your normal contacts (your eyes were bugging you, your head pounding - which in hindsight probably was a warning that your heat was coming) and a bit of makeup splattered across your face, presentable to the public..to Simon..

He’s already in the kitchen when you hit the stairs, you can smell the coffee starting to brew and hear the clumsy sound of him tinkering around in there, muttering to himself, though what he’s muttering about you’re unsure, not able to make out the words exactly. “Simon?” You question, stepping down off of the final stair, headed for the coat rack to grab your purse and your big sunhat. 

“Ye-” He choked on his own words and you turned to see if maybe he had burned himself with the coffee, not expecting to find him staring at you, wide eyed under his mask. You cock your head to the side, concerned, purse dangling from your hands as you make to step towards him. “You..uh..” He he clears his throat, closes his eyes for a second before looking at you again. “You look..pretty..” He says, and almost as soon as the words leave his mouth you feel your cheeks begin to heat, averting your eyes as you fidget with your skirt. “Did you need somethin’, Lovie?” 

It’s your turn to stutter and choke now, and you do, opening and closing your mouth a couple of times before you remember what you had begun to say in the first place. “I was just going to see if you wanted to go into town with me?” He thinks we’re pretty! He thinks we’re pretty! Your wolf howls in your already aching head, causing you to wince just the littlest of bits. “I need to grab a few things from the market..thought maybe you might want to get out..” When he doesn’t respond right away you panic, and word vomit starts to come out, not even realizing you’ve cut him off from speaking. “I mean of course, only if you want to..it’s stupid of me to assume that you even want to leave, i guess you’re technically on vacation right? How silly to think that you’d want to leave the house..anyway i’ll just be gone a few hours..” 

He’s got his back turned to you by the time you’re finished, fishing for something in a drawer. You dumb ditzy bitch! You’ve ruined it! Ruined! “You outght’a put on some sunscreen, lovie..” He says, turning around with a tube of it in his large hand. Oh! He’s so thoughtful! He’s so sweet! Providing for us like a good alpha! Can we thank him? Can we kiss him? Please, please, please!!! “S’long walk into town, s’awful sunny out..” Before you know it, his large palm is smathering a layer of the thick lotion onto your bare skin, grazing the top of your breasts. Your face is on fire, heat rushing to it, though you can’t look away from him, his brown eyes on yours as he works it in. “There ye’go, can’t have this delicate skin puckering up out there, can we?” His touch is lingering, caressing even, and you open your mouth to say something but before anything can even come out he’s opened the door, sun shining down as he ushers you out, hand going to your lower back as he steps out after you. 

The walk into town was a long one, and while you typically didn’t mind it, it felt even longer with the presence of him by your side. A tall, silent shadow right next to you, and if you stood on the right side of him he did more sun blocking than your hat ever did. You talked enough for the both of you though, and though you were sure you were annoying him with your endless babbling about the things you needed to buy and why, he was kind enough to grunt and throw in the occasional ‘yeah’ or ‘wow’ in where it seemed needed. You didn’t mind, though you were finally slowing down on the word vomit once you neared town, you found yourself instinctually moving closer to his side, wanting nothing more than to just cling on for dear life as townfolk began watching the two of you. 

You were familiar with most of them, you were an usual face having made many trips into the village since you’d been here, but something about the way some of the men stared at you was making your skin crawl. Was it because you were with Simon? Were they jealous? Or were they just being cautious because this was an Alpha they hadn’t seen before? They were used to you coming into town every now and then with John, but mostly by yourself, it was rare to see you with someone else, let alone another man. Your head pounded, and sweat began dripping down your face under the brim of your sunhat. 

Your belly cramped, a low grunt coming from your chest as it did and suddenly, you have a revelation. 

Heat, heat, heat, heat. You pouted, your wolf louder in your mind. No wonder she was reacting this way to him, you thought. It was just because you were due for your heat. You felt silly for not having tracked your cycle or paid attention to the dates well enough to realize it was time. Pups! Oh he could fill us with his litter! I bet his cock is nice and fat, get us nice and full! Your cheeks flushed as you tried to decipher the difference between your thoughts and hers, unsure of who thought what at that moment. 

“Okay there?” He asks, bumping your shoulder with his elbow. 

You look up and he’s already staring at you, eyes drawn tight under that damn mask. How was he not hot? “Just fine.” You smile, looking at him. “I have a few things to grab at the market..it’s just the next street over, can we go there first?”

He follows you silently, if he’s not right next to you, he’s trailing behind and in all honesty his strong, silent presence makes you feel safe and comfortable, at ease. You know you don’t have to watch your surroundings constantly while you’re out, he’s an Alpha, his natural instinct is to protect and he seems to do it just oh so naturally, holding his arm out to stop you when you’re about to cross a busy street, holding your hand gently once he deems it safe enough, ushering you to the part of the sidewalk farthest from the bustling street, his body shielding you if something were to happen..

He opened the doors of the market for you, got you a little buggy and though you insisted on pushing it, he refused, keeping your cute little purse safe in the childs seat once you had set it down. Simon followed along the aisles, watching you pout down at your little list and then stare up at the shelves, your frown deepening when they didn’t have a certain item and you had to settle for an alternative. You didn’t see his fists clenching around the mental handle of the buggy as he watched you, didn’t hear the internal battle he was having with his wolf about leveling the entire store because you were unhappy at their lack of a certain product. 

It was when you were waiting in line for the butcher that he finally spoke again. You just wanted some chicken cutlets, and a couple of good steaks but your body seemingly had other ideas. Your heat was coming strong and fast, evident in the way that you whimper and nearly double over out of nowhere, grabbing Simon’s hand as you grab your lower belly, lips puckered and eyebrow furrowed. 

“Al’righ, Rosie?” He asks softly, worried, looking down at you, his big hand is on the middle of your back, the other on your shoulder as he crouches down slightly, as if to bring himself closer to your level. He’d smelled you since about the time you had first whimpered walking through town, your scent making his mouth water more than it normally did, his wolf trying harder and harder to take control of him, now that you were clearly in pain though, his wolf was whining, crying for him to do something and he couldn’t just ignore it. You nod meekly, trying to suppress a sniffle, to discreetly wipe away the tears welling in your eyes. “No, you’re not.” His voice is gruff, and he cringes as it reaches his own ears. “Wots wrong, lovie?” He asks, gentler this time, quieter. 

You look up at him, lips quivering and eyes watery and his body just wants to sag. Fix it, fix it, fix it, fix it, she’s sad, she’s sad i dont like it! What’s wrong with you? Why are you letting her be sad? Why is she in pain? If he could tell himself to shut up and it actually work, he would have, but dammit the beast was right. Why wasn’t he fixing it? 

“Heat..” 

It was whispered, but it was all he needed. “Okay, lovie, lets get the rest of the groceries and get you home.” Home. Not just his boss’s cabin. Home. A meek nod in response. He tucks you into his side, dropping his big beefy arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side tightly as he gives a long hard glare to the staring Beta’s and Alpha’s lingering around, even the one behind the meat counter. Your face is buried in his rib cage, just under his armpit as you breathe in his scent to calm yourself down, but also to protect yourself from the stares of the other people. Other unmated omegas, even some of the mated ones staring you down as you burrowed into the side of the giant man, your scent marking the whole store. Why wouldn’t they stare? You were the stupid one who couldn’t keep track of your own cycles. 

Simon does the rest of the shopping for you, slapping your list down onto the meat counter as he glares at the butcher, tells the man to make it snappy. “Need t’get this one ‘ome.” He says, his arm still wrapped tightly around your body, his voice just as tight as his grip as he talks to the grocers. You’re still clinging to his side, now shaking as the pain is coming quicker and quicker, when he makes it to the check out. He’s polite as he can be when you squeeze his hand, pouting at his gruff words and demands to hurry as he unloads the buggy, hands the cashier a wad of cash from his wallet while the bag boy works as fast as he can. 

You can barely fathom the walk back home, can barely stand on your own two feet as the light of day shines down on you when Simon helps you step out onto the street some more. He’s kind enough to think ahead, hails a taxi that the town is just barely big enough to justify having and ushers you in, giving gruff instructions to the driver as he plops down into the seat next to you, grocery bags at your feet as you curl into his side. 

“S’alright, Lovie,” He murmurs into our hair, hand rubbing up and down your bicep soothingly as you whimper again. “Get you home and into a hot bath in no time, okay? Get your nest all built up for you..”

This was going to be a long, long week. 

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Aloe Vera

Summary: When on vacation with your boyfriend, things are great, the drinks, the sex, and the pool. What wasn't great, was the sunburn? But you're dating the strongest sorcerer of the modern age! He’ll take good care of you!

Characters: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,408

Warnings: language, sunburn (please wear sunscreen!) fluff~!

A/N: As someone who lives in the desert, this happens a lot. My S.O was sweet enough to rub aloe on me last week, thus my muse!

“Oooh fuck me.” You whine, shuffling into the bathroom. “Fuuuuck me.”

Satoru is right behind you, towel wrapped around his neck, sunglasses pushing his bangs out of his face. “I told you to put on sunscreen! But nooo, somebody stayed by the pool because someone wanted to live, laugh, and work on her tan.”

Your boyfriend was right; you had said those exact words to him earlier that day. When he specifically tried to get you to put more sunscreen on. You had a shirt for him and that you were fine. The sunscreen you put on four hours prior was waterproof, as you floated in a donut.

But the sunscreen had to be reapplied every four hours. If you had taken the time to read the bottle, you think you would know. You really should have listened to your boyfriend. But you were so excited that summer was just around the corner; the only sound you wanted to listen to was the sound of margaritas being made and beach balls bouncing.

If your skin ever felt like skin again, you would listen to whatever the sunscreen bottle and your boyfriend told you to do.

Your skin was so burnt it wasn’t even funny. It was painful and hot; it hurt to move with every step you took towards the shower. Satoru winced, watching as you whimpered, stepping out of your swimsuit and turning the water to a lukewarm temperature.

You don’t even have a chance to step in as arms gently wrap around you. Satoru intended it to be a comforting gesture. Instead, it had you jolting in pain as the cloth of your boyfriend's jacket rubbed against your burnt, sensitive skin. Your yelp had him pulling back, arms held out in front of him.

“F-Fuck baby! I’m sorry!”

“N-no, it’s okay, it’s fine, I-I’m just going to sit here and suffer for all eternity.” Satoru doesn’t say anything as you step into the water. You try to hold back the cries of pain that threaten to pass through your lips, but Gojo can still hear them. The tiny, pained whines have him wincing along with you. He hated seeing you in pain and regretted not making you put on more sunscreen. If he had been more stern with you, then maybe he wouldn’t be in the position that you are right now. But it wasn’t like he could go back in time. You had neglected to put on more sunscreen, and he had failed to pin you down on the pool deck and rub it all over your stupidly cute face. He could not go back in time to change the outcome.

There was, however, one thing he could do.

“Hey, I’m going to step out for a little bit. I need to run to the store in the lobby and grab a couple of things. Are you going to be okay?”

A pained yes is all he hears before you slowly sink to the shower floor, allowing the cold water to run over your burnt skin. Gojo wastes no time; the second who knew you would be okay on your own for a bit, he was bolting out of your hotel room and running down to the hotel store.

You shower to your best abilities without being in excruciating pain. Skipping on the rag and the loofah, you gently wash your body with your hands, which still hurts. You made a vow to yourself with the showerhead that you would never forget to reapply your sunscreen again. Even if you were to fail, your boyfriend wouldn’t.

For the time being, the only thing you could do was try to relax, even though it felt like you wanted to peel your skin off of your body. After your shower, you shuffle back into the main room, collapsing onto the bed, bare butt naked, enjoying the cool crisp sheets underneath you. Between your still-wet skin and the air conditioning, You felt some form of comfort as the hotel room door opened.

At first, you jumped, searching for anything to cover your skin, but quickly, the door shut a second later, and you heard the wrinkling of a plastic bag heading further into the room. “Toru?” You call down gently, lifting your head to search for your boyfriend.

“It’s me; you weren’t doing anything naughty, were you?” he teases, even though he knew the only thing you could do was cry in pain from the sunburn that covered most of your body. Having sex like this was out of the question.

“If by naughty you mean laying my naked ass on our bed, then yes, I am being naughty.”

You can hear his running footsteps just before his shadow spreads on the bed before you. For a second, you think that he’s going to wolf whistle or fist pump or even make some crude comment about how sexy you look naked on his bed, and he didn’t even have to ask you to do anything. Instead of crude comments, the bed dips under his weight as he flops near you.

One second, you're lying there in silence, and the next second, a cold jelly-like substance is squeezed on your back. Said jelly instantly eases the burn on your back, making you moan softly as Satoru’s hands gently rub the cooling, earthy-smelling liquid over your irritated skin. The contrast of cool against your burning skin felt magical. The pain subsided from a persistent throbbing or a mild sting.

“Mmm, Toru, that feels good~” You smile happily, “Thank you, baby.”

“You're welcome, sweetheart. Just remember this moment when I'm lathering sunscreen on you from now on.”

You scoff as Satoru rolls you onto your back so he can rub aloe vera over the front of your body. “Oh please, you think I’m ever going to get this burnt again?”

“You won't once I lather you up in sunscreen.”

“I just wanted to get a little tanner to give off goddess vibes.”

“Babe, you already do that.” The way your eyes widen and glimmer at his words makes Satoru fight the urge to pat himself on the back. “My sunburnt goddess.” He admires the lighter skin tones from where your swimsuit was to the darker tones of your sunburn. God, your skin was so pretty, even when it was burnt.

“Oh, haha, asshole. Sunburnt Goddess, my ass.”

“It's true; allow me to lather you in aloe vera and fan you with a palm tree leaf.”

You rub your face against the sheets. “But of course, my devote ivory follower~”

“Heeey, why am I the ivory follower?”

“Have you seen your pasty ass?”

Your boyfriend's hands stop their treading as he sputters in shock. “Pasty ass?! Pasty!?” You laugh out loud, lifting your head to look up at him. “I do not have a pasty ass!”

“I'm sure the astronauts in the space station can see your pasty ass when you're naked,” Gojo grumbles, digging in the bag and opening something. “The aliens can see your glorious ass from galaxies away. The honored one's ass, the strongest ass of the modern age.” Gojo perks up with a smirk, nodding as he slaps a cool patch on your forehead.

“Keep going, sweetheart~ I'm almost there~.”

You don't get any further as Gojo grabs one of his oversized t-shirts and carefully slips it on you. “Thank you, Satoru, for taking such good care of me, Satoru.” Your boyfriend grins, eyes shutting as he lies down next to you, teaching into his bag, handing you a popsicle.

“You're welcome, sweetheart.”

You both lick at your popsicles in the cool air of the hotel room. When a single thought crosses your eyes, wander over your boyfriend's exquisite body. “Hey Toru?” the man is sucking down on his popsicle like he was giving it the gluck-gluck-five thousand.

“Yeah?”

“Can you get sunburned with infinity?”

“Huh,” he blinked slowly, “I mean, the special grade curse Jogo didn't burn me—so I'm assuming not. Just another benefit of being the honored one.”

“The honored one with a pasty ass.” A smirk pulls at the corner of your mouth as Satoru chokes on his sugary treat.

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A Mother's Love

Summary: Your mother would take in anybody so of course she takes in your boyfriends and treats them like they're her own.

Warnings: Mention and reference to Marc and his mom. Nothing else really. 

Author’s Snip: I saw this post talking about how Steven would love being taken in by your mom when you started dating a long time ago, but I don't know where it is or who made it so if you're seeing this thank you so much for the idea.

Notes: Our boys deserve the world <3 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 741

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Your mother was what everyone might describe as the most nicest person to ever exist. You truly believed that she held no anger, hatred, or judgment in her body and if you ever found out that she did then it's most likely deserved. The day you see your mother yell at someone will be that hell has frozen over and gets a blizzard.

She raised you with the same morals and love that she held and was so supportive of everything you did in life regardless of if it seemed strange or different to her. She was a saint and fully of so much love.

So when you started getting serious with Marc and thus Steven and Jake, you knew that your mom would understand and welcome them in with open arms regardless of their situation and life. And that was true. You had told her about them, and when you reached the part of the relationship where they wanted to meet your family, she was so excited to meet them.

After meeting each one of them on different occasions and learning how to tell them apart, they were as good as adopted and she treated them like they were her own, proudly telling each of them "You can just call me mom now.".

Marc took a while to get used to it, on many different levels.

There was the obvious one. Your mom was so accepting and understanding of him. She was so nice and made sure everything she made was made with love and in consideration of how he liked them. At the first dinner with your family, she made a dish with an ingredient that he didn't like that much but still ate. He didn't tell her about it out of fear that she might be insulted but he told you, you then mentioned it to your mom, and the next time she made it she made a portion that didn't have the ingredient. You never said anything but you could tell that Marc was barely holding it together and trying not to cry.

You never told your mom in full detail about Marc and his mom out of respect and let him tell that story when he wanted to, you just told her that he didn't have what you and her have and that her gestures might get a reaction out of him. You also didn't know if Marc ever did tell her everything, but what you do know is that she's gotten it into him that "I'm your mom now".

You're pretty sure Steven has completely redirected his mama's boy instincts towards your mom too. He helps her cook dinner, set the table, and even helps clean the dishes. You knew that he longed for that sort of connection after being told about how he used to do that when he thought their mom was still alive and has he remembered her, so it didn't take you by complete surprise when he basically imprinted on your mom but it's still kind of funny. One time when they joined in on a family vacation your mom told him that he should put on more sunscreen, to which he then did, and then asked her if she thought that it was enough. Someday you're going to hear him on the phone with her like you were told he used to, you can feel it.

Jake is what you would call the classic son-in-law to your mom. He loves her to bits and appreciates her and her kindness, but he still messes with her a little and she does it back. They will actively pull light-hearted pranks and jabs at each other, it's the cutest thing ever. Jake has also become her and your father's unofficial handyman. Your dad does just fine fixing stuff up but they use him as an extra pair of hands. You will never forget the day your mom called him because their car broke down and your dad couldn't figure it out, and when Jake asked if they called a mechanic she said "Why call and have to pay one when you can do it for free?". That sounds like they freeload off of him but he doesn't mind. Jake likes the feeling of being wanted and being a helping hand.

Overall, life is pretty good when you have a mom who takes in your boyfriend and his alters and basically becomes their mom.

[lnfours]

* ✰. — sea views | l.n

summary: choke her with a sea view ; or the third part to the mini valentine’s day playlist :)

warnings: smut (18+ pls!), choking, slight breeding kink, extreme hotness, idk if i’m forgetting anything else lol. also language, fluff, everything i want in a man idk

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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the summer sun shone through the glass of the balcony doors, blue water and clear skies bringing morning but joy. it was everything you had wanted, the perfect summer get away with the perfect boy. there really wasn’t much more you could ask for.

for the past week you both had done nothing but bask in the warm sun, and spend time wrapped up with each other in the white linen sheets. moments of pure bliss, making up for lost time you two had lost ever since the season begun.

sure, he’d fly to london and visit and you’d show up to some of the races, but nothing was like having each other in your spaces for longer than a week at a time. he had proved how he felt the same the moment he mentioned you two should take a trip. you immediately said yes, who wouldn’t? two weeks in greece, in the sunshine and total bliss, just the two of you, alone? yeah who wouldnt immediately jump on that.

it led you to where you were right now, laying against his bare chest. hair still damp from the waves, skin warm and sun kissed from basking in the sunlight. your fingers tracing shapes into his skin as he breathed in the smell of salt and sunscreen, swearing up and down that this is what heaven was like.

your head tilted up, eyes meeting his. he smiled back at you, lifting your chin with his fingers. he pressed his lips to yours, letting you melt into him as he kissed you sweetly. your nose brushed against his when you pulled away, situating yourself as your thighs straddled his hips. he smiled softly back up at you, your knees tucking in against his ribs and his hands falling to your hips.

“what times our dinner reservation?” you asked, hands positioned by his head.

“five,” he said, glancing over at the nightstand to where his phone was. he tapped the screen gently before putting his hand back onto the exposed skin of your hip, “it’s quarter to two now.”

you smiled, leaning back in for another kiss, “perfect.”

he kissed you back instantly, licking into your mouth and you let him. you moaned softly, bare chest against his as he pushed you down against his, just like it had been almost forty five minutes ago.

yeah, neither of you could keep your hands to yourself. clearly. and who could blame you? he looked so good like this, red skin slowly turning into a tan, making him darker than he was before. he hadn’t shaved in a week, his facial hair making him look even sexier if it was even possible. and his curls, fluffy and almost perfect from the salt water.

you laughed softly when he rolled you onto your back, slipping between your legs. you ran a hand through his hair as he kissed up and down your body, practically worshiped it just like he did every time.

he placed a kiss on your navel, leaving a mark on the soft skin there as he took a hand and spread your thighs further. he leaned down and pressed a kiss against your clit, making you let out a soft whine.

“i know baby,” he smiled against you, “i know.”

you bucked your hips up, whining softly as he teased a finger through your folds.

“stop teasing,” you moaned softly, letting him push the finger inside you.

“yeah? want me to stop now?”

you shook your head, breathing out a soft ‘no’ before he leaned back down and connected his mouth with your clit. you were a mess underneath him, begging for yet another orgasm today.

you arched your back, a moan of his name falling from your lips. his eyes met yours, lips moving from your aching core to your thighs as he placed gentle kisses up and down your skin once more. you pulled him towards you, bringing his face into your hands and pulling him up to meet you in a kiss. he kissed you hungrily, moaning into your mouth as your hand slid between the two of you and wrapped around him.

“fuck,” he mumbled.

“i need you,” you breathed, “like right now.”

he nodded, replacing your hand with his as he slid the tip of his dick between your folds, gathering your wetness onto him before he fully slid into you. you moaned at the stretch, the familiar burn feeling like a welcome as he let you adjust for a second before moving.

he kissed your neck, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. you giggled as his curls tickled your cheeks, raking your nails down his back gently, “you can move now.”

he complied almost instantly, starting out slow and deep. hitting the spot deep inside you so well you couldn’t help but whimper and grip onto his biceps. he was enjoying every minute, loving nothing more than watching you wither and fold under him. because of him.

“yeah, baby?” he hummed gently, placing a kiss on the skin of your breast before licking around the nipple. you bit on your bottom lip as he took it into his mouth. he met your face shortly after, tugging at your bottom lip with his thumb, “ah ah, you know i love hearing those pretty noises you make for me.”

he picked up the pace, his hips meeting yours quickly as your hand slid between your bodies. both of his arms pinned beside your head, but your mind wandered to another idea. you tapped on the arm at your left, his eyes meet yours sweetly.

“what’s up, honey?”

“i wanna,” you cut yourself off with a moan, “try something.”

he nodded, slowing his pace, “what is it?”

you grabbed on his arm gently and he let you pick it up, “if you don’t want to it’s okay,”

he watched as you placed his hand to your throat and he damn near rolled his eyes back. you smiled softly at him when he adjusted his weight, comfortably wrapping his hand around your throat.

“want me to choke you?” he asked, picking the pace back up again with his thrusts. he moaned softly.

“fuck, yeah, okay,” he mumbled, “if you don’t feel comfortable, even for a second, tell me. okay?”

you smiled, “i trust you.”

and that was all he needed before he applied a little bit more pressure to the points on your neck. you moaned back, his dick hitting all the right spots. your fingers worked fast against your clit.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he dropped his head to your collarbone, “god i can’t wait to put a kid in you.”

he continued fucking you deep and hard, whispering dirty words and things of the nature in your ear. you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

“lando,” you moaned, “i’m close,”

he moaned into your neck, “fuck, me too. come on baby, come for me.”

you whimpered as he sucked your nipple into his mouth again, the feeling of him hitting all the right spots and your fingers working on your clit sending you over the edge. you came with a loud moan and he followed pursuit.

you both rode out your orgasms, whining when he pulled away from you. he helped you get cleaned up, just like he always did, before slipping his shirt over you and pulling on a pair of boxers.

he climbed back under the covers to join you, your head falling back onto his chest as he kissed your forehead, “i love you.”

“i love you,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest.

“how would you feel about moving in with me?” he asked, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear when you turned around to look at him, “‘ve got my eye on a few places in london.”

he smiled, meeting your slightly wide eyes, “you’d leave monaco?”

“there’s nothing tying me down in monaco,” he shrugged, “but london is where you are, and id follow you anywhere.”

you smiled, laughing softly before pressing your lips to his again, “then i’d love to.”

he smiled, reaching for his phone next to him, “wanna see the ones i’ve saved?”

you nodded, “i’d love to.”

[demonsword586]

Hades pp headcanons! (Only the nobles)

I am...SO FREAKING SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I AM IN MY FINALS MONTH AND I HAD SO MUCH TO DO AND I'M STILL NOT FINISHED!!! I am still writting but it's going slow since I don't have much time. In any case,I will be free in 2 weeks so this series should pick up the pace. Anyway here is more penis.

Barbatos

- Judging just from that bulge.... It's big,his balls I mean. The dick I presume is rather normal.

- 17 cm, 14 cm when soft.

- With how much time this man spends naked,you think he would have a tiny bit of tan. All over his body,his dick too since this man forgets what clothes are for when he sees the sun. But nope! He uses sunscreen with 120+ protection. You probably can't even see anything when he's around. The sunshine illuminates right off of him,making him as sunny as his personality.

- His dick is a bit on the leaner side. It's nice and slim like a rose stem. Suprisingly,he's circumsized! His tip is also a very gentle shade of rosy pink.

-It is a very beautiful penis,fit for a man like him and he's proud of it too! Unfortunatelly when you have a king as envious as Leviathan,it may be the best to keep it hidden when he's around. Barbatos had to learn this the hard way...

- Anyway the only thing that makes his pp a bit...unperfect,is the giant ballsack under it. A very pretty pp with big,squishy balls. Very squishable,but please don't play with them for too long. He's a bit of a tease so whatever you do to him,he will do it twice as pleasureable to you.

- Also,has a few small cuts on his inner thighs and butt. He likes to sunbathe around roses he grows and he's not the type of gardener to cut the thorns off. So he has to suffer the consequinces. But he's not too bothered by the little sting of those flowers when they bloom so beautifully and can still be fierce.

-But if you're sunbathing with him,he will be very careful to not let the thorns get you. He places you on top of him and holds you against his bare body. After all,you are the most perfect of all the flowers in the garden and he can't risk his rose to get pricked by thorns.

Glasyal La Bolas

- He stinks.

- This man is literary putting his pp into corpses. That thing smells and not the nice Beel smell but a smell of expired meat.

-He showers after...um....doing his thing,but this specific stench is quite hard to get rid off. In shame,he had to ask Orias for the strongest shampoo he knows off and 100% alcohol disinfectant from Paradise Lost. His king knows everything that happens in Hell,because of a certain invisible spy. You can imagine what horrors await him if his king found him walking around with a dirty willy.

- It's very cold too. No one knows how he does it but his body is naturally cold. Almost as if he's a corpse himself....meaning his pp can be quite refreshing in hot summer days!👍

- Now if you two are planning to have sex,berate him to take a shower. Even if he already did,make him do another one. I don't know about you,but I don't trust this man or his cock.

- Speaking of cock,we should talk about it. He is....large. Very large. He could have a shlong fight with Mammon if that ever happened. He is a centimeter behind Mammon though....still that thing is a beast.

-Some who got a glimpse of it said it is the stuff of nightmares. Not because of the size but the shape.

- He's thick,long and has a very unique tip. His tip is a bit spikier than most but only enough that it's noticable and very much pleasureable when he makes love with you. It's like his tip it designed by God to reach just the right spot in your insides. Not only that but his shaft naturally leans up when he's hard. It's like a pillar of monstrosity....If only you didn't know what he used that amazing dick for.

- But as amazing as it is,you need a lot of preperation to take him. It takes awhile for you to actually start to feel good and...he's not a very patient man. A night with him is like flipping a coin. You can either end up in heaven or in a hospital. Marbas as another big-pp owner always scolds him when you need to be healed up.

-Glasyal is not a monster though. He feels bad when you suffer because of his lust,though he will never admmit it straight. He does apoligise to you but not only with his words. He will put that evil mouth of his to good use and please his dying darling.~

Foras

- Shiny~

- He's...average in lenght. Nothing special,just a nice 15 cm pp.

-The color however!! Mm,tasty-looking. The shaft is a pretty,milky color with a pinkish hue. And the tip is just like his horns. A beautiful crystalic rainbow. It's a bit firmer than the rest of his cock. It also shines like a crystal when light hits it.

-He once skinny dipped in the sun with Barbatos and accidentally became the focus of gossip in Hades for a few weeks.

-It was a very sunny day and as soon as his pants fell to the floor,his member feeling the fresh air...Barbatos and a few by-standing devils got blinded by his penis. The sunlight shined right on his cock or more precicelly at his tip and blinded the eyes of many innocent devils.

-From that day onward he was rumored to have stolen a chip of the sun and now decorates his cock with it.

-The rumors ended up reaching his beloved king's ears...Let's just say Foras got a thorough examination by his idol while also threatened to be castrated by the envious king. Still the best day of his life.

-But do not worry about his shiny pp when you two are being intimate. He now always makes sure his foreskin is covering the tip. He will only show it once you two are in private without any natural light being close to it.

-Has a mole on his pubic area. Just a bit higher than where his member stands and on the left side.

- His cum...is of low quality.

-Mostly because it's invisible. You won't know when he's finished unless you check on his face. His face is very honest when it comes to pleasure.

- But yes,his seed is invisible. You can taste it in your mouth but can't see it. (If you randomly slip on nothing,it's his fault.)

- No hair. This man is as smooth as a baby's ass. Only because he thinks it would be rude of him to stand in his majesty Leviathan's presence while knowing there is pubic hair growing inside his pants. What if his king one day orders him to strip and be of service?! Oh...and for you too.

Orias

-....I fear him and his penis.

- He has a body of a young adult so...you can see why I am not sure if this is right of me to do...

(I will do Orias if people want but I am scared this could get....controversial.)

[shdo-xplosion]

SLIMEBALL!AIZAWA X READER

Warnings: dubcon, explicit content, aizawa wrestles with his conscience but his dick wins, aloe vera as lube, talk of when reader was his student, almost somnophilia, fingering, p in v, creampie, cum play, fem-bodied reader, reader is white-coded, described as turning pink/red from sunburn

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: my contribution to the Wet Hot Slimeball Summer collab! thank you to @bastardblvd for letting me join! i’ve been wanting to write aizawa for a little while now and this just possessed me. hope everyone has fun with it, and make sure to check out the masterlist for more slimy content!

He should wake you up, give you a nudge where you lay in your beach towel, but Shouta can’t bring himself to. Not when he has such a perfect view of your body, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way your tits squish out from beneath you, your skimpy top barely doing anything to cover them.

Fuck, he should wake you up. Your skin is already turning pink. You’re going to have painful burn lines that will peel and turn into sexy tan lines, and Shouta has to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.

His sick mind. There must be something wrong with him. You were his student for fuck’s sake, and sure, you haven’t been for a few years now. Now you’re a big shot pro, one of the top 10, but he can still remember you sitting in the back row of his classroom, mouthy, obnoxious, still learning to control your quirk.

He remembers having to tell you to shut your mouth every single day, a mouth that he finds himself staring at more and more, lips parted and pouty, and Shouta wants to slide his fingers between them, feel your tongue on his fingerprints.

But he refrains, just bites the inside of his cheek and looks out at the waves.

The beach houses are nice, other pros having rented a few out for a nice little getaway. There are still heroes in the city to protect civilians, nothing to worry about. All Shouta has to do is relax.

He’s in a house with Hizashi, All Might, Snipe, and you, and his patience is running thin. Between Toshinori’s loud ass voice and Hizashi forgetting to turn on his hearing aids, Shouta is beginning to think that maybe he does deserve a little treat. Maybe he should indulge.

No. No. Ex-student. And the media would have a field day if anything ever got leaked. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it.

But hours later finds everyone back in their respective houses, resting after a long day in the sun. Hizashi and Toshinori are passed out and Snipe has retired to his room, probably also sleeping, leaving Shouta tired but awake, listening to you hiss every time you move.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a sunburn like this since I was a kid,” you whine.

“Should’ve put on more sunscreen,” Shouta replies. Or he could’ve just woken you up. Been an actual good person instead of perving on you in your bikini.

“I meant to! But the sun felt nice, and the waves were so soothing, and I just…”

“Dozed off. Just let all those UV rays cook you.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a lecture, Aizawa Sensei,” you scoff, and the way the old title makes Shouta’s dick twitch in his sweatpants. Fuck.

“You’re right, you’re right. How about I go pick up some aloe vera, then?” he offers. He needs to put some space between the two of you.

“What, I’ll stop whining?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

Once he pulls on a shirt Shouta leaves and makes his way down to the little shop at the end of the street. All it sells is beach stuff, but lucky him, that’s all he needs.

One bottle of overpriced aloe vera and a meaningless chat with the cashier, and Shouta is on his way back to the house. He wonders if you’ll lather it on in front of him. Maybe you’ll even ask him to help.

The lightweight shirt you had put on earlier must be too much for your raw skin because you’ve gotten rid of it, walking around in a t-shirt bra and little shorts. Have you gotten even redder?

“Oh, thank god.”

“Let me throw it in the freezer for a few minutes,” Shouta says, pulling the bottle out of your reach when you practically lunge for it. “It’ll feel better cold.”

“But Aizawaaa,” you pout, sounding a lot like a petulant child, crossing your arms only to whimper and drop them back to your hips.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Without giving it much thought he hooks a finger under your chin, thumb flicking your pushed-out bottom lip. When you don’t recoil from the touch, he fights to keep from pulling you closer.

Unfortunately, you don’t ask him for help when you apply the cold cream to your skin, but Shouta is granted a look at your hardened nipples through the material covering them, the icy aloe making you break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you for getting this,” you say genuinely. “It’s gonna make my nap so much easier.”

Shouta has always been good at hiding his emotions, so you aren’t able to see the disappointment he feels as he watches you retreat to your room, the green bottle in hand.

It’s fine though because an hour later he finds himself creeping in after you, eyes locked on your sleeping form. You’re lying on your stomach, likely to avoid the burn on your back that you weren’t able to reach. No blankets are covering you, the heat from your skin keeping you well warmed.

The bottle of aloe is on the nightstand, and Shouta reaches for it—room temperature now, and squirts some in his hand.

He’s doing you a favor, he reasons with himself. Your back is an ugly (beautiful) red, and he wants to help soothe you.

His hands on you don’t wake you immediately, just make you sigh and snuggle further into your pillow. Shouta gently rubs the remedy over you, as careful as possible. You feel so nice under his palms, so warm and smooth, the dip of your back calling to him. He could make you arch further, make your hips roll and buck. Your shorts ride low, waistband just above the swell of your ass, and Shouta wants nothing more than to rip them off, but he resists. Instead, he rubs up your sides, slowly and purposefully, fingers barely dipping beneath the elastic of your bra so that he grazes the sides of your tits.

That makes you stir, eyes slowly opening as tired little noises make their way out of your throat.

“”zawa?” you ask quietly, and his self-control breaks.

“Shh, just relax,” he tells you in a low voice. “It’s okay, m’just taking care of you.”

He sees your eyebrows furrow, and you try to roll over, but his strong hand presses against the small of your back to keep you from turning.

He unclasps your bra, squirts a generous amount of aloe between your shoulder blades, and begins working again. At first he thinks you believe that his actions truly are innocent. You can’t see or feel how hard he is in his sweats, how precum is already beading at his tip.

That belief is shattered when he moves his hands upward again, this time sliding under you to cup your tits.

“Aizawa!” You push yourself so that you’re sitting up awkwardly, but all it does is make it easier for him to grope you and press his lips to your shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” he drawls, smirking into your skin. “I haven’t forgotten about your little schoolgirl crush.” Because as much as you may have annoyed him in class, you still looked at him with hearts in your eyes. It was easy for him to deduce that all your smartass comments were just to get his attention.

“That doesn’t mean…” You trail off when he pinches both of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from you.

“Just once, sweetheart. You owe me after teasing me the last few days.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Walking around in your short little dresses, prancing around with these pretty tits falling out of your bikini tops.” He gives you a tight squeeze before letting go of the plump flesh in order to trail his hands down further. “Let me have you just once.”

You only resist a little when he pushes you back down on the bed, face down again. You’ve lost your bra, and Shouta is quick to pull your cotton shorts down your legs, revealing that you’re wearing nothing underneath them.

He groans, groping your ass, bouncing your cheeks before spreading them to show your folds.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he growls, running a finger down your slit as far as he can. You’re already wet for him—such a good girl—but he still wants to get you slicked up and messy.

Shouta grabs the bottle of aloe vera once again, covering his fingers with it then slowly pushing two of them inside of you.

“Ahh, fuck, ‘zawa,” you gasp. With your cheek against the pillows, Shouta can see the way your mouth opens, eyes wide as they flick around to whatever you can see. Your body is tense, but you aren’t fighting him, thighs parting a little more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. You don’t respond, just bite your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter. As long as you let him touch you he’ll be a happy man.

Pumping his fingers, Shouta stares at your reddened skin and gets the idea to mark you, presses his fingertips into your flesh then pulls them away, admiring the light circles they leave behind. Mesmerized, he grips your ass with one hand, squeezing to create those same marks just under the curve.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He punctuates it with a spank that makes you jolt, but you quickly melt when he curls his fingers a certain way. “You ready for my cock, baby? I’ll be gentle. I know you’re sore.”

A lie. He slicks himself up with more aloe then thrusts into your heat all at once, stretching you on his fat cock and holding you in place when you squirm.

“Y-you said… nnfuck.”

“I know what I said, but your pussy is just too—” he snaps his hips back and forth, eyes rolling in his head. “Too sweet. Can’t help it.”

Shouta tugs you up so that you’re on your knees, back pressed to him, and he knows the friction is hurting you, the coarse hair on his chest chafing your raw skin, but at this angle he can reach in front of you to play with your neglected clit, massaging it with two fingers.

“‘zawa let me… at least let me ride you,” you plead.

It’s a tempting thought, but… “you feel so good like this, though. So warm, taking my cock so well.”

He presses a hand low on your tummy, swears he can feel his dick moving, but he gets distracted when you let your head hang back to rest on his shoulder. Opportunity presents itself with your neck so open, and Shouta wraps his fingers around your throat, just barely squeezing.

He’s so deep inside you, cockhead nudging your cervix. Ohh, he wants to fuck you so full of his cum, wants to see you sprawled on the mattress dripping with him, wants to see you ruined.

Words stick in your throat, but your lips are moving like you want to say something. Shouta pants in your ear, “what is it, baby? What do you want?”

“Wanna—wanna cum,” you whimper, and now Shouta knows that you’ve fully accepted him. You’re not mad at him for fucking you, no. You want this. You want him.

“Cum, then,” he growls, nipping your earlobe. “Cum on my cock, I wanna feel your pussy—”

Your back arches painfully, sensitive skin pulling taut as you cry out and cream all over him. Feeling your cunt contract around him, Shouta fucks into you harder and deeper, using you like a rag doll as he gets lost in your climax, climbing to his own.

He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life, thick lines shooting from his dick and coating your guts. Shouta bites into your shoulder hard enough for you to yelp and try to slap him away, but all of his muscles are so tight that even his jaw is locked. His hips stutter as strings of white keep shooting into you, your used cunt so full of him that it starts leaking back out of you.

When he pulls out, Shouta scoops some of his cum out of you, dazed as he smears it down the pink of your spine.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, falling forward onto the mattress and glaring.

Shouta shrugs his shoulders. “Aloe works just as good as lube. Maybe cum’ll work well as aloe.”

“That’s disgusting.”

So is he. But at least he finally learned to relax on his vacation.

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize or repost my work to any other platforms.

[whalesforhands]

the mandatory beach fic bcs nobody will ever write what i want and i have to do it myself

summer days and the heat haze pt.1 (geto x reader x gojo) pt.ii

PSA TO START PUTTING UR DAMN AGES IN UR BIOS OR AT LEAST HAVE SOME WAY TO CONVEY YOUR AGE OR ELSE I HAVE TO BLOCK SO MANY OF YOU EVERYDAY 😭

warnings: third year au, i want to see stsg happy, nobody requested this, can you believe i let gojo shine in this, i’m starting to use more curse words, slight spice, barely any shoko (SORRY)

You settle the luggage on the wooden floor, humming softly as you as you unpack your belongings. Suguru is helping beside you, his expression as calm as ever as he helps settle the heavier bags by your side.

You try to lift one of the bigger duffel bags he was carrying. (It can’t be that heavy, right?)

Your arms give, the strain screaming at your muscles. Even using the full strength of your body, the bag remains on the floor, you barely lifted an inch off the ground.

(Gojo’s entire bathroom was in there.)

A chuckle was heard as you feel a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you aside as Geto moves forth and picks up the bag with ease, throwing it over his shoulder with one hand.

He pats your head, a consolation for trying.

“Leave it to me.”

You pout, indignant and slightly embarrassed. “I could’ve done that too.”

He smiles. “I’m sure you could’ve.”

You hold back your retort when you hear the door creak open, Shoko walking in, arms crossed with a pair of one of the many sunglasses Gojo owned upon her face, a lax Satoru with his arms folded behind his head trailing behind her. His Hawaiian shirt was left unbuttoned all the way, whistling as he shut the door behind him.

“I don’t see why we have to all sleep in the same room.” Shoko had puffed out, her various bags strewn on the waxed, expensive flooring of the lodge. “Especially with you two.”

“I think it’d be fun.” You assured, trying to console your huffy friend as you helped organize everyone’s skincare products on top of a dresser. “Like a sleepover!”

“Gojo’s redeeming qualities?” She paused, twirling a strand of her hair with her finger before she smiled.

“His wallet. And only that.”

“Aww, I knew you’d love it at least!” You’re suddenly tackled from behind, a buff arm latching itself around your hips as you fell backwards from the sudden weight, your head coming into contact with a hard chest.

Shoko had grown increasingly annoyed with the humidity of the vacation home, heading off to find the remote for the AC whilst admiring the interior with hidden excitement.

(Luxury sure felt good.)

Gojo nuzzled his face into your hair from above, “I knew my darling (name) would enjoy my plans!” He snuggled close to you, other arm coming just below your breasts, brushing dangerously close as he innocently snuggled against you.

“Satoru, did you forget your toothbrush?!”

You feel Gojo huff into your neck.

“No!”

“And why is your bag only full of snacks?!”

“(nameeeeee),” You hear him whine into your ear. “Tell Suguru to stop yelling at me!” He sniffles, arms tightening around your form as he felt the giggles rumbling from your body.

(You’re so cute.)

“Suguru!” You call out, feeling the man behind you physically straighten, anticipating your defense for him that will surely let him off the hook from his boyfriend.

“Satoru didn’t bring your hair mask!”

“Wha- You traitor!” Betrayal.

“HE WHAT?”

——

Sundress billowing in the wind, holding onto your sun hat as you breathed in the fresh ocean air.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Suguru had called out whilst sitting on the mat he had set up on the sand, watching you tenderly as the wind blew through your hair, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands.

“More so than usual.” You grin, kicking your sandals off and letting your hat flop itself down onto a pile of the shared belongings as you roll onto the mat beside him.

(It was quiet. Shoko having been sent off to get the drinks from the fridge as Satoru was tasked with getting the toys he had brought along to ‘Spice up the ocean fun!’)

He laughs, laying down beside you before propping himself up on his elbow, his body turned to the side as he watched you. His eyes trailed you from top to bottom, enjoying the sight of you all pretty and happy.

“No swimsuit? I’m disappointed.” It was teasing, feigned hurt in his voice as he prodded at your lack of swimming attire whilst at a beach.

(He didn’t mind at all. You looked gorgeous in that dress.)

You giggled. “It’s in here,” Your hand came up to your chest, lightly pulling the fabric down to expose your cute swimsuit.

(Suguru had averted his eyes, much like the gentleman he was.)

“But you’re right. Maybe I should take it off.” You sigh out, noticing how Suguru’s own hawaiian shirt had already been unbuttoned, showing off his sculpted abs and broad chest.

(You would’ve kept staring if he hadn’t snapped you out of it with that knowing smirk on his face.)

You began to undo the ribbons on your shoulders, letting the straps fall and flutter down to around your waist. Tugging down your long skirt and off your legs as your cute one piece swimsuit, with it’s adorable little ribbon highlights and in a calm shade of pink, was revealed to a pair of hungry eyes.

Eyes that were reveling in the sight of your bare skin, soft and glossy and beautiful.

“As expected, it suits you.”

You laugh, lightly shoving Geto’s shoulder. “Say that to yourself first. I like the matching shirts you and Satoru have on…” You trail off, noticing the cream he had yet to pop open in his hand.

“Can I help?”

——

You squeeze the sunscreen into your hands, letting it coat your fingers as uncertainty overtook you.

Was it really okay to touch him?

You hear him laugh, as if he knew of your hesitance.

“You can touch me, you know?”

(He doesn’t mind if it’s you.)

With confirmation, you gingerly begin to work the sunscreen onto his back, running over every muscle, eyes politely looking away from the claw marks that were almost fading away.

(Scars not gained from a dangerous mission. But from a certain white-haired man.)

He gets up, turning his body and settling you on his lap, a grateful smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck to remain steady, not knowing you were so close to him already. The proximity barely there, chest all pressed up against his own bare one.

Suguru is attractive. You already knew that. But looking at him up close, it’s really quite the experience.

Your hands hold his face subconsciously, a method to let you get a better look.

He lets you.

“Suguru…” Your thumbs caress the eyebags formed from countless sleepless nights plagued by nightmares of the past.

“You’re pretty.”

It’s silent, the lull of the waves crashing gently against the shore. The seagulls calling alongside the faint chatter of the crowd.

You’re thankful for picking such a secluded spot.

You hear him burst out laughing, a larger hand coming up to cup over one of your own, his hands warm, rough. It felt good nonetheless.

“I think…”He brings your held hand up to his lips, lightly kissing the skin, holding your gaze with his. “You’re prettier.”

You fluster under his intense stare and sweet actions.

He tucks back a strand of your hair.

“Your turn now, I suppose?” He chuckles, thumb mindlessly tracing circles on your hip. His hand was warm. Trailing slow and sensual in nature as you shivered slightly.

You’re staring into his eyes again. If… If you moved closer, you’d both kis-

“Are you both done flirting over here?”

Shoko. She’s back with the drinks. Suguru doesn’t falter even at her appearance, his strong hands cupping themselves around your waist.

“Not yet.” He sends a grin towards her, his chin upon your shoulder. “Mind leaving us alone for a while more?”

——

“What’s a beautiful lady like you doing out here?”

You stiffen. (Where’s Shoko? Suguru? Sato-)

“I asked you a question, lady.” The two men tower over you, one with his hands on his hip

“I’m just- L-Looking for my friends?”

“Well, how about us? You and I could get really acquainted with each other.” He said that last sentence with a purr, his friend laughing out loud and calling him a sleaze as his eyes uncomfortably trailed you from head to toe.

“Um, that’s nice and all, but I-I think my own friends are worried about me.” You move to leave, trying to get past their bigger bodies.

“Hey, hey.” He blocks your path. “We’re just trying to be friendly, you know?” His eyes remain glued to your chest.

“You look real pretty. Haven’t seen ya round before.” You heard the other say, his arm brushing you as you flinched away.

“Yo, don’t need to be so scared, pretty girl. We’re harmless.”

Their words felt dirty, the way the words trailed from their mouths so different from the way Suguru or Satoru would say them.

(You didn’t like it.)

“Here, take a popsicle. Our treat.” His hand outstretched, holding the already unwrapped aforementioned treat.

“It’s okay, I-I don’t want it.” Your reply is immediate, unrest beginning to seep into your bones as you begin to back away, turning around only to be met with the other man.

(You’d rather deal with 100 curses than any of these men.)

“Come on, girl. Just try it, will you? We so kindly bought it just for pretty ladies like you.” He shoves the treat in your face, looking slightly melted from the heat of the sun.

“I’m… really fine, thank you…” Your voice was beginning to grow small, your trembling hand struggling to hold the stupid treat. You’re afraid again.

(Why? Stop. Stop being scared.)

His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, hand raised. “Listen, bitch-“

A hand reaches out, grasping the man’s wrist in his hand and taking a chomp out of your popsicle. He smacks his lips, tasting the treat as he chewed, before he spits it out, sticking his tongue out in disgust, as if airing it out to rid itself of the taste.

“Blegh. Tastes like cheap shit.”

Gojo grabs it out of his hold, ignoring the pointed looks of the increasingly agitated teenagers as he drops it onto the sand.

“You shouldn’t eat such things,” He coos, approaching you and tilting your head up whilst the other caressed your cheek. Your eyes nervously flit between him and the surrounding men. “Suguru’s gonna come back with better ones, yeah? We’ll eat them together.” His arm pulls you in by your waist, settling itself on your bare skin. He’s comforting you.

“Yo dude, what’s your probl-“

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tuts, shushing him as the men begin to close in on the both you. “Can’t you see I’m trying to console my sugar honey bunny from the bad, ugly men trying to get with her?”

“Mwah!” He kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry my sweetest snookums, I’ll give you so many kisses you’ll forget the disgusting sight you saw today!”

(You’re cringing at the nickname, but so thankful for being saved. You’ll tolerate it just for now.)

“Look, your bitc-“

“Hey.” Gojo finally looks the so called ‘leader’ in the eye. “Could you kindly shut up?”

“Why you little-!” You hardly had time to react before Gojo had caught the attacker’s fist.

Holding the man’s fist in his palm, slowly squeezing as the boy screams, slow, loud cracks emanating as Gojo smiles, hearing the satisfying breakage of his fingers.

“Fuck! My fucking hand-! Isamu, you useless fucker! Call the damn- Agh!”

Gojo kicks the boy back, making him land on his ass as he continued to grip his broken hand in pain.

“Oops. You crying already?” Satoru’s hand is back around your waist as he begins to walk you away from the scene. “Better get that checked out soon.” He salutes the duo, leading you away as you nervously follow, eyes flitting between the boy hunched over on the ground, clutching his hand as he cried in excruciating pain.

“You bastard…!”

The other boy suddenly pounced, lunging at the both of you with a thirst for revenge, the shine of a pocket knife glinting in the sunlight.

You act immediately, holding your hand out to form your barrier befor-

You blink. You’re back at the lounge, landing softly upon the couch.

“What? You didn’t actually expect me to stay out there, did you?” Satoru yawned, stretching out on the sofa.

“Plus, you and Suguru would’ve been more mad at me if I attacked the other one too.” He mumbled, grabby hands reaching for you.

You’re speechless. You don’t even complain when he pulls you onto his lap, arms winded tight around you as he cuddles into you.

“Now rub my head and praise me if you’re thankful.”

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Notes:

I imagine Gojo in this to be less tolerant of non-sorcerers, never really growing into the mindset that the ‘Strong HAVE to protect the weak’. At most he tolerates them, but doesn’t really care. If they get hurt, so be it.

Geto, on the contrary, is a strong believer of the aforementioned mindset.

Suguru does not like being touched. He WILL actively avoid people and isn’t afraid to show it. There are only certain people who can bypass this unsaid rule of his. (You are one of them.)

Shoko, did not, in fact leave you and Suguru alone. She made a big show of making you lay on your front, undoing the top of your swimsuit and exposing your bare back as she smoothed her hand over your skin. (With sunscreen on her hand.)

When Suguru looks at you, it’s hard to describe. All you can ever see is how lovely his smile is, how loving his gazes can get. It’s a lovely experience. You love it when he does it.

[taejusunju]

𝒊'𝒎 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 - taesan (part 1??)

taesan x fem!reader admin: 🪱

✦ word count: 1.8k ✦ genre: fluff, non-established relationship, minor swearing ✦ summary: taesan x fem!reader, he's been in love with y/n for quite some time, and the story leads up to a confession by him. like for a part 2?? ✦ note: this is my first official fic, i tried my best

A warm spring breeze tickles strands of hair against your cheek as you rest your chin on your hand, gently swinging your feet as you wait. You admire the scenery before you, lush green trees adorned with bushes of blooming red roses when something cold and a little bit wet is pressed against your cheek. You flinch, turning around to see your best friend Taesan grinning from ear to ear as he holds two plastic cups in his hands.

"You're unbelievable," you scoff, snatching the cup from his hand and taking a long sip from the paper straw, eyeing him scornfully. Almost immediately your nose scrunches up at the bitter taste earning a soft laugh from Taesan.

"You goofball, that drink is mine," he says, reaching out to ruffle your hair and take the cup back from your hands, lightly brushing his fingers against yours. He passes you the second cup and taps on the lid. "Iced cappuccino, your favourite, you're welcome."

"Thank you," you smile, tossing him an exaggerated eyeroll as you allow your eyes to wander past him towards a strip of stalls selling vintage clothes.

Taesan's eyes rest on your face and he cups his chin in his hand, admiring the way your eyes sparkled in the spring sunshine and the sprinkle of barely noticeable freckles that dot your cheeks because you were always forgetting to put on sunscreen. He watches how you tilt your head slightly to the right when you're curious about something and how you seem to enjoy the way your bangs fall across your face, tickling the bottom of your chin. On instinct, Taesan reaches out and pushes your bangs behind your ear, not realizing what he'd done until he was making eye contact with you, his fingers resting lightly on your earlobe and your faces hovering just a few inches apart.

"Oh," he stuttered, visibly gulping as he quickly sat back down across from you. "I didn't mean to do that, it just sort of came over me-"

You let out a giggle, smiling adorably at his flustered self. "Bro Taesan, how do you not have a girlfriend yet, when you're already treating your best friend like this?"

Taesan stared back, his face unreadable. When he's silent for a few more seconds you give him a light kick from underneath the table. "Who's stuck on your mind that you can't even answer me?"

'You,' Taesan thought, holding in a sigh as he eyes your innocent and ultimately clueless expression. He gives his head a little shake and shrugs. "Nobody," he finally answers. "I don't need a girlfriend."

You raise an eyebrow at him, not buying the lie. But just for Taesan's sake, you play along, offering a light smile. "Well, if you're ever interested in dating, I've got a lot of friends you can meet." Almost as if the universe was on your side, your phone suddenly rings and you glance down. "Speaking of which, a girl I know who is very interested in you is calling," you wiggle the phone in front of his face before jumping up. "Wait here, I'll be right back."

As soon as you disappear around the corner Taesan slumps onto the table, burying his head into his arms as he groans in frustration. "Damnit," he mutters. "The only person I'm interested in dating is you, y/n." He pokes his head up enough so that only his eyes are visible as he watches the corner of where you disappeared around. "Will you ever look at me in a different way?" He sighs, presses his fingers against his eyes for a moment.

Ever since the two of you were in middle school, when Taesan was still a new student, you'd both immediately clicked and became almost inseparable throughout the past five years. You did practically everything together, from nighttime walks, to summer picnics, to accompanying each other in almost every physically strenuous activity because neither of you wanted to suffer alone. Of course you both had other friends to hang out with, but at the end of the day, you considered eachother as your go-tos. Need to run a stupid errand but don't want to do it alone? Need someone to talk to about shit while it's past 12am in the morning? It was always Taesan for you and you for Taesan.

It wasn't long before you were well into highschool that Taesan started developing feelings for you. You were one of the first people that provided him a space to be vulnerable and he adored your random bursts of energy that was always followed by complete exhaustion where half the time you would pass out on his shoulder the moment you sat down after a long day. In all honesty, many peers at school would think the pair to be dating already, had you done any romantic acts towards each other.

Though it was plain as day that you did not reciprocate Taesan's feelings at all, it was his only wish that he could get over you... soon. He tried everything, he tried avoidance (failed within 24 hours), he tried being more romantically social, he even tried listing out all your cons (he felt extremely shitty about it afterwards). But everytime he saw you, he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again so he resorted to the only other thing that he held dear to his heart. Songwriting.

He'd written countless songs upon songs about you. It was all saved into a folder that he opens now, pondering for the nth time whether he wanted you to hear them or not. As he absentmindedly scrolls through his song files, he doesn't notice that you've snuck up behind him.

"Guess who," you singsong, covering his eyes with your hands as he flinches in surprise, flipping his phone around as fast as he can. Curious, you remove your hands and bring your face right next to his, peering down at his phone. "What are you hiding?"

He moves back, flustered by how close you were and tries his best to look nonchalant. "Nothing, it's nothing, it's nobody."

"Okay, well if you have-" Taesan jumps up, cutting you off mid-sentence as he gently tugs on your wrist.

"C'mon let's go on a walk, it's nice today."

Still suspicious, you allow him to drag you along by the wrist, unaware of how fast his heart was beating at the contact. He drops your wrist almost as fast as when he grabbed it, and you wince, missing the feel of his cool hand. Wait wtf were you thinking? You blink twice to yourself in surprise and shake the thoughts away, ashamed. This is your best friend for Christ's sake.

"I was thinking," you link your arm through Taesan's and look up at him with a bright smile. "You should really meet my friend." he immediately opens his mouth in a protest but you interrupt him. "I'm serious dude, she's super sweet and kind, totally shares a similar music taste with you too."

He doesn't say anything, just silently looks straight ahead. You take it as a sign that he's thinking about it and continue, prodding his side with your elbow. "Besides, it's due time you get a girlfriend, who's gonna keep you company?"

"You," he replies simply.

You blink slowly, taken aback by his fast reply.

He peers down at you, those familiar eyes crinkling slightly at the corner as he smiles. "What's wrong? Haven't we always been doing everything together? Why does it have to change now?"

"I'm talking about your future Taesan," you roll your eyes. "You can't be with me forever."

"Why?" he stops abruptly and you jerk backwards into him, arms still linked. He spins you to face him, hands placed on either side of your arms to keep you in place.

"Taesan what are you doing," you mumble looking down at the base of his neck. Your eyes widen as you watch his adam's apple suck in a gulp, and your gaze flicks up to meet his eyes.

"Why can't I be with you forever?" he asks.

You open your mouth to reply but your words are caught in your throat as you stare into his dark eyes that seem to hold you in place. You swallow and your eyes flick across his face, looking for a part of him that'll give away this whole prank. Instead your gaze drags along the soft curve of his nose, to the wisps of black hair that almost reach his eyes, to his sharp rosy pink lips that capture your full attention.

"Y/n?" Taesan's voice snaps your eyes back to his and he clears his throat awkwardly. "Are you alright?"

"I, uh, yes. I'm fine, all good," you blubber. You look away and take a deep breath before meeting his eyes again. "Was that supposed to be a confession?" He blinks, surprised by your question. "It's just, I can't really tell if you were being serious or... uhm, joking around."

"Y/n..." Taesan laughs softly, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners when he smiles shyly at you. "I... was being serious. I meant every word that I said."

"Oh," you say, stunned. "You know, I just didn't really expect that because forever is like, a really really long time and I've never-"

"Okay enough," He interrupts you, gently cupping both hands on either side of your face. "I like you so much y/n. So much so that I don't even want to think about the concept of time, I just want to be by your side with every passing day. I don't need anybody else. Just you. The only time I ever feel alive is when I'm with you. You make me want to smile and laugh until my cheeks are sore and aching. I'm serious."

You feel a smile start to grow, and you don't bother trying to tamp it down. With every word he says, you realize how much you want him to stay in your life... forever. To be honest, you wouldn't know what you would do without someone who loved to tease you affectionately, allow you to drag them on the stupidest errands, or own that sweet, awkward, shy smile that always made your heart flutter a little bit deep down.

"This is too much for me," you groan jokingly, closing your eyes to enjoy your moment of bliss. His cool fingers move to squish your cheeks and you open your eyes to face him. "I like you too." Taesan's mouth drops slightly and you continue, "Actually, I like you a lot."

[saphiraarts]

Chapter 2 Friends no Longer but now Family

Vlad was given the all clear by the doctors and he returned home to his business which he was hit with the reality of everything he had done. Jack Fenton hadn’t intentionally caused the accident and Maddy only ever saw him as a friend. The fact he ever thought Jack had the level of intelligence to intentionally hurt his friend was insanity. He walked into his empty home and he sighed as he walked to his library. It was so big, extravagant, and meaningless. A dolled up hollow shell for a hollow man. He built his business on no proper merits stealing from others for his own gain. He entered the room filled with books and sat down in a chair and sighed as his mind raced. How was he going to fix his life? The last 4 years outside the hospital after his accident were all spent desperately trying to claim some semblance of control and power. He recalled it and he just felt ashamed, especially recalling all the time spent with Jasmine and Daniel. His end goal was to hurt them. Such innocent kids… He jumped when the phone rang and he answered it.

“Hello? Vlad Masters speaking,” He said robotically sounding tired.

“V-man!!” Vlad instinctively pulled away the receiver from Jack’s ear exploding greeting.

“Jack,” Vlad said, groaning.

“Honey Vlad is tired,” Maddy chastised her voice barely picked up by the phone but Vlad was thankful for her regardless.

“Gimme the phone!” A young voice called and Vlad smiled hearing Jazz. After a bit of shuffling of fabric Vlad heard her say. “I know you are sleepy but it was nice having you stay with us Mr. Masters!” Jazz told him. “Goodnight I hope we can see you soon!”

Vlad heard a bit of a struggle and heard, “See soon!” Daniel called and his heart melted.

“I will be down to see you both as soon as I can,” Vlad reassured both of them.

“The kids wanted to call you when you got home,” Maddy said, taking the phone. “Now it is off to bed for you both.” She handed it back to Jack and he could hear the shuffling of children being herded by their mother and he chuckled.

“Haha glad to see ya well V-man and to bury the hatchet!” Jack called.

“I’m glad as well,” Vlad said and while he was still trying to see if Jack was someone he could call a friend there were many other reasons as to why he was glad for that failure of an attempt at a relic. “Goodnight,” Vlad said.

“NIIGHHHT!” Jack called and Vlad pulled away the phone wincing and heard the phone call end and he sighed as he set down the phone and stood. He had to get to bed. He had so much to do tomorrow but he doubted he would get much sleep tonight or much sleep for a while.

It would be a quiet six months. The highlights were going to Amity Park to visit the Fentons and seeing Jazz progress through the school year. He was able to be there for every major event when his schedule of running Vladco allowed. A year flew by since the anniversary of his crash landing into Amity Park and he received a call. He sighed tired of phone calls but welcome to being a businessman. He picked it up with a bit of reluctance as he had grown tired of Vladco with little idea on how to move it forward in a legitimate way.

“Vlad Masters speaking,” He straightened putting on a professional tone while still in business mode.

“Was this a bad time? Your line has been busy,” Maddy asked in a gentle tone.

“Never,” Vlad said, feeling like he just stepped out of a hot shower after a long day just hearing her voice.

“Is it possible for you to come down sometime soon?” Maddy inquired.

“I can make room for next week,” Vlad said, not even checking his calendar. He would worry about organizing his schedule later. That was a headache he would have his secretary worry about.

“Great I gotta go I am sorry we are taking the kids swimming,” Maddy said hearing Jack’s yelling in the distance.

“Have fun,” Vlad told her. “Don’t forget sunscreen.”

“Already packed,” Maddy replied. “Good bye Vlad.”

“Farewell Maddy,” Vlad said and the pair hung up and that joy was short-lived. He was hit with the life of Vlad Masters when his phone rang again and his smile faded as he picked up and finished the business day.

Next week came and Vlad was freed from his normal life and allowed to indulge in what life with a family was like. It helped him ignore his own problems at least for a time and he walked out into the main building of Amity Park Airport. It wasn’t hard to find the Fentions with the hulking Jack Fenton and the standard orange jumpsuit along with Maddy’s standard jumpsuit. He wondered if they ever wore anything else?

“Vlady!!” Jack called and waved his arm. Danny was on his other shoulder waving with his dad. Jazz had her nose in a book at her mother’s side a bookmark in her hand.

Vlad sighed with a shake of his head and smile as he walked towards them dragging his suitcase.

“How was your flight?” Jack asked to take his suitcase without even asking.

Thank god Vlad had the forethought to put his important items in his carryon bag which was over his shoulder. Jack was as delicate with inanimate objects as a rampaging ghost dog.

“It was normal,” Vlad replied and Maddy smiled.

“That is great!” She beamed.

Jack was practically vibrating and Maddy gave Jack a sharp look and Vlad narrowed his eyes knowing they were hiding something. The family and their friend walked out of the airport to the Fenton RV and everyone was buckled in. They drove home talking the entire way and Vlad helped Danny out of his car seat and to climb down from the Fenton RV. Maddy helped Jazz and Jack grabbed Vlad’s suitcase, slinging it over his shoulder. Vlad walked in with Danny at his side and Maddy walking ahead of him with Jazz at her side and Jack was making up the rear. Filing inside to escape the heat Vlad unpacked, settling into the guest room and he was glad to be staying in here without a broken arm and leg. Vlad watched movies with Maddy, Jack, Jazz, and Danny and it was nice to not just sulk avoiding much of his house as it gave him bad memories. He stayed in the storage rooms outside of his office where he put the memorabilia from the Wisconsin Dairy King. It was the only area of the house that didn’t bring up painful memories or reminders. When the kids were brought to bed the three were in the kitchen sharing drinks and had been reminiscing about their pasts telling stories from their summers together. The flow of conversation was interrupted when Jack gave maddy a look and she sighed.

“Yes Jack, it's time. Vlad, we have something to tell you,” Maddy said and Vlad looked up from his glass of wine.

“You’re the godfather of our kids!” Jack called happily placing a hand on his shoulder. Vlad had taken a drink and he choked on his drink and he set that down the glass coughing.

Vlad looked up in disbelief, “D-did I hear that right?”

“Yes! You did!” Maddy called happily. “In case something ever happened to us we decided that you should care for the kids as their godfather.”

“We talked it out and there is no one we trust more to ensure our kids turn out right other than us than you!” Jack called. “Heaven forbid we ever go down in our line of duty!”

“We are serious about ghost hunting so I insisted we get that sort of thing sorted out,” Maddy said and Jack groaned at the memory of dealing with the lawyers.

“Aww Vladdy!” Jack called when he noticed tears fall down his cheeks with a smile creeping up. He couldn’t believe it. Never did he think this would happen and he certainly didn’t deserve such an honor.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” Vlad said as he looked between the two.

Maddy placed a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to say anything.”

“No changing it now we signed it!” Jack beamed.

Vlad was silent as the two pulled him into a hug and he hugged them both. This was the happiest he had felt in eight years. He forgot what this kind of joy was like something that was so pure and not tainted by anything. Maddy pulled away and poured them more wine and Vlad smiled as Jack pulled away and sat down with his cane of beer.

“I will do my best to be a good influence for them and spoil them,” Vlad added after he wiped his eyes.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less!” Jack called.

“Nothing over the top Vlad,” Maddy said firmly and Vlad chuckled.

“We’ll see,” Vlad said, smirking. Jack’s hearty laugh filled the kitchen and house as they celebrated the new addition to their family. Vlad was making plans now to move to Amity Park. Besides it was about time he left that manor of his up in Wisconsin.

[keltonwrites]

dog days of summer

This is edition 101 of Shangrilogs.

God September is a romance, huh? Will they, won’t they, the crisp breeze swinging into the party, only there long enough to lock eyes and leave. Just another night of humidity without reprieve. You’re in the unrelenting sun when it creeps up your spine like cool breath. “Fall is coming,” everyone says, blessed with the premonition of a cold morning. “I can feel it.” 

It’s such a relief when summer caves in on itself, when the expectations lower and the season of routine sets in. The season of When Harry Met Sally and Practical Magic, of notebooks and soup. Maybe it’s the old memories of it, of losing summer to the coming chill. No longer did you have to judge whether or not you were adequately tan or adequately fun. All the lives you weaseled in and out of burrowed back into the ground, another season’s ghosts. And in their absence, this uncanny version of yourself, same as ever but with so much potential — so much potential in fact it made me throw up every first morning of the new school year. Absolutely gagged with options.

Now, fall means I can sleep. The sun angle changes, slinking away from my bedroom to peer into someone else’s window. The air cools and the logs shrink, letting the tendrils of night reach into the gaps of my bedspread, searching for bare ankles to twist around and beckon to the floor. 

But not yet. 

September is merely the promise of fall. You can put on your sharpest sweater, play only Bon Iver and Joni Mitchell, and summer will still rule the party in a slip dress and an aperol spritz. Save your Meg Ryan and Manhattans for October. How can one even stomach pumpkin on a seventy degree day? If only to be dragged by the senses one month forward and countless years back to color-coded folders and the clank of lockers and corn stalks tied with twine to the porch. 

The sun is setting at dinner time, though, shutting the blinds on a full stomach. At least she gets it. No more 9pms on the asphalt, still warm under foot. She’s as eager for fall as we are — she’s got to bring spring somewhere else. Her absence makes space for brooding. The longer nights lead to longer longings. Summer loses her grip when the stars come out. She might have the blistering of the high sun, but the green of the leaves has lost its luster and fall sneaks in at night. You can stand in the creeping wind of the evening and wrap your arms a little tighter, shove your pockets a little deeper, and breathe. Summer’s not watching at night. You can embrace fall like a lover. 

The embrace is brief, though. Too risky to let it linger. You would find a way to leave summer behind, but she always leaves first. She packs her bags while you’re eyeing a farmstand of peaches and tomatoes. She gives it her all, sweat shimmering on her collarbone, but the party always turns on her — she’s never the It Girl for long. Every conversation diverts from backyard BBQs to back to school, sunscreen to sweatshirts, and she’s left standing there with an emptying glass while the menu changes behind her back. She’s meaner now, hot headed and cruel. Too many years of people buying too many things in an effort to drown her out. They love her, they adore her, they forget her. Fall never overstays their welcome, they don't know how. They take their cues from the leaves, gone before you had a chance to say how you felt.

But not yet. 

For now, fall’s lovers simply practice their speeches in the mirror, shoulders still bare, summer just out of ear shot. “I’ve been thinking about you,” they would say. Something where the heft is in the hands of the receiver, where they can always back down with, “as a friend, of course.” But fall knows. 

The hot drink on a hot day, sweater tied around the waist, a sudden interest in the occult. A crush on fall is obvious if you’re looking. And who hasn’t dreamed of what they can’t have. Summer has an ever dripping affair so long as you’ll land between her latitudes. And those who find themselves cunning enough to play winter’s games can spend all year in her bed. But fall never stays, you would merely chase them around the world, just another leaf on the wind. 

Their cool hands will graze your skin, wrapping you in blankets, lighting candles of sandalwood and musk, and they’ll curl up next to you to watch as the leaves begin to blush, embarrassed they were ever so green, and they’ll press a hand to your cheek as they do every year, if only to remind you that however brief, the romance was real. 

But not yet.

“There are some things though I know for certain: always throw spilled salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can.” - Practical Magic

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[wolfiemcwolferson]

girl piarles, 25

Hi Dees, you didn't think I could forget about you, did you? (I love your laugh)

Charles is sitting next to Pierre, sun warm skin on sun warm skin.

She needs to put on more sunscreen - the high SPF stuff Pierre had plucked out of the display case from that tourist trap shop they had stopped in this morning, but they had needed it. Considering this was a spontaneous beach trip.

Charles had said she missed the sun on her skin - the brightness of Monaco and even though this wasn't Monaco or even Southern France, she thinks it's good enough. For today it's good enough.

Pierre is quiet, listening to the ocean and Charles is quiet, too busy watching Pierre listen to the ocean and the way it laps against the shore.

"We should do this for real." Pierre whispers. "We should go to Monaco next month."

Charles wants to say no immediately because they don't have time to go to Monaco next month. They have too many things to do - things are building for the both of them and -

Pierre starts to laugh, twisting to face Charles, brushing a piece of her hair away from. her face. "Do you remember what I said? About enjoying life. You haven't been home since Christmas, calamar."

A laugh bubbles up in Charles throat, but it comes out all sideways and a little bitter, because she knows that. She knows she hasn't been home since Christmas. That's why they're here today. That's why they've come to the beach today. Because Charles had been crying last night about missing her sisters and her mom and the way that Monaco glitters at night.

Pierre's face goes all blank and then she chews on her lower lip, reaching out for Charles' hand, taking it between her two. "Don't. You know I love your laugh. But your real laugh. Don't do that." And then she looks away from Charles' face, lip back between her teeth. "I just want to do something nice for you."

Charles is all mixed up again - feeling like she's falling behind all of her peers, feeling like she feels too much, feeling like what she feels for Pierre isn't the same that Pierre feels for her, feeling like she's ruined this day by having emotions or saying something wrong or -

"Charles," Pierre whispers, rearranging herself so she's closer to Charles, one long, tan leg stretched out on one side of Charles' body, pressing against Charles' much paler leg. "Let me do something nice for you. You have worked so hard and you deserve a break."

The hand Pierre slides up Charles' thigh is shaky and Charles watches it while holding her breath.

"I want to hear that laugh that I love." Pierre whispers - barely audible over the waves and the family a dozen meters from them and Charles' own thundering heartbeat. "And I want you to know that I would give you anything."

"Pierre -" Charles manages to breathe out, but stops because Pierre has one finger hooked underneath her chin, dragging her eyes back up to Pierre's face.

Pierre's face is so full of earnest wanting - so open and full of love. "Anything."

Charles swallows hard, considers, tries not to overthink, tries to remember what Pierre is always telling her. "You can take me to Monaco."

Pierre's nose crinkles up. "Okay, I can take you to Monaco." And then she looks like she's going to back away - looks like she's going to lean back so Charles' snatches her wrist in his hand to keep her close.

"You can kiss me too." It's the boldest thing she's ever said and it's the most she's ever admitted to wanting out loud.

"Yes," Pierre smiles, leaning closer. "I can kiss you too."

[viharbinger]

Beach Episode HCs!

pairings: xiao x itto x diluc x scaramouche x reader

warnings: none, fluffff, some swear words

a/n: im going to the beach soon mwuhahah

genshin m.list

Xiao

The type of person to hog the umbrella shades at the beach. He'd just watch you play and swim in the water while downing his third fruit drink of the day

Only ever gotten up for bathroom breaks but hisses whenever taken out of the shades like a vampire, so good luck trying to even get him to the water

If you somehow get him out though, congratulations! But now you have to hear him mope about it all the time

He gives so many excuses to get out. "Wait, I forgot to put on sunscreen..." He'd say, barely even getting to the sea before walking away. Or even creating a fake scenario just to get out of it like forgetting to turn off the stove at home lol

It's not like he doesn't want to spend time with you, what im saying is Xiao is like a cat

Instead of dying in the blazing sun and tasting the salty waters, his best idea of spending time is you two just enjoying yourselves under the shades, playing soft music with drinks in hand. And maybe even napping in front of the beautiful scenery

Itto

Itto LOVES the beach!

He'll show off his precious abs to everyone and have water fights with his gang, dragging you along too!

Tried to host an onikabuto match with a random little kid he met at the beachside but was banned from doing so lol

Not many romantic things happen in the beach for you and Itto. It's honestly just you, him and his gang hanging out together and shooting water guns at each other

Unless... You count taking care of Itto as romantic.

Itto did not wear his sunscreen. He'd definitely been reminded to a million times before but right at the moment he was about to swim, he forgets and boom. He's red, ALL over.

I dont know what to tell you other than the fact that sunburns hurt like a bitch so you really needed to take care of him when you both got home lol

So there you were, nursing the crimson oni back to health and him cursing himself for not listening to you

Diluc

A big papa bear with a ton of SPF

He's gonna be covering you from the sun, constantly, not just with sunscreen but with his literal build. He's just standing over you, hands over you acting as a shade and it's just embarrassing

But still, its like having a scary dog privilege. And Diluc does not like people looking at you, at the beach too! So this is definitely a plus for the both of you

I literally cant imagine Diluc wearing anything else except an open button-up and swim trunks. Everyone in the beach would gawk at him because lawd, those abs are just something aren't they

Just because he's a little overbearing and embarrassing, it doesn't mean he's not fun! Ok nevermind he's not fun. The man somehow brought his paperwork with him to the beach, you just wonder how he even brought it when he had zero bags

You had to wet it just to get him up from his seat, writing who knows what in the never ending papers

Diluc is so protective and caring that even if you accidentally drink saltwater, he's already running straight to a juice bar to help you wash it down

Scaramouche

A vampire (x2)

He's like Xiao, but worse. He'll have you dragging him on the sand just to get him across the beach to the sea, it's hell

The sun is so hot in the summer and he just does not want to risk having sunburns! Why do you think he wears such a big hat all the time?

He just thinks the beach is a 'stupid waste of time' but with a little push, he'll start to enjoy it

Before you know it, he's in the water, several feet in and splashing water at you. And on one occasion, the water hit his eyes, and oh it stung. He's bummed out and sulking in the shades and whining constantly about it

Only way you can change his mind is to bribe him with cuddles and kisses when you get home

He won't ever admit that he had the most fun at the beach. And it's basically his best day ever because he got a just the right amount of affection from you in the end of the day too

[separatist-apologist]

I want to join in the ranking fun so, if you feel like it: acotar characters on a hike?

17. Amren- DID NOT GO

16. Nesta- ALSO DID NOT GO

15- Mor- HIKE???? No thanks.

14.- Feyre- brings a giant pack of her art supplies, sets up in the first nice valley and begins to paint. Yes, paint. Just wants to capture the moment, to soak in the beauty of nature.

13. Rhys- brought a golf cart, wearing open-toed shoes. "What do you mean we're not golfing?" Ends up banned by park service for taking a golf cart up a protected trail, waits in parking lot doing wheelies

12. Tarquin- SO HUMID. Prefers a dry heat, will not stop talking about it. Wants to know if they're ever going to swim, bails early when he realizes the journey is just the walk. NO THANK YOU

11. Gwyn- Two miles max, did not wear adequate shoes. Brought a book tucked beneath her arm to identify plants and birds but forgot water. Identifies zero birds, gets 100 mosquito bites.

10. Jurian- Does not understand point of a hike. Declares the view is not even that good. VISIBLY sunburned a third of the way up, refuses to put on sunscreen. Constantly asking if they're there yet.

9. Helion- Definitely thought there would be more drinking involved. Goes in 70's style shorts so everyone knows how muscular his thighs are. Isn't there for the right reasons. Lots of passerby's distracted when he takes off his shirt. Everyone annoyed by his in person thirst trapping.

8. Azriel- athletic but this is not his preferred form of absorbing vitamin D. Teased the whole time about how much black he wore. Doesn't want to scuff brand new shoes, has one of those backpacks you can slurp water from with a straw, refuses to share.

7. Vassa- Came with the hopes everyone was camping. Hiking with an ARSENAL of gear on her back. Exhausted half way through and FURIOUS when she realizes everyone is done at mile five

6. Emerie- Hiking goddess. Came to snap pictures and she looks good doing it. Long leggings and socks despite heat, does not seem to notice. Carrying on conversation despite ninety degree incline.

5. Eris- brought ALL his dogs. Tangled leashes EVERYWHERE. People constantly asking to pet, of course he says NO. DONT TOUCH THEM. Dogs desperately want to be pet. Carrying around way too many bags of dog poop, is grumpy about it. So worried about keeping dogs from escaping, forgets sunscreen.

4. Elain- Points out all the plants along the way, taking pictures carefully to catalogue. WAY at the back of the group, constantly having to jog to catch up. Came to soak up nature, not to get so sweaty. Wore a too floppy hat she loses in the wind at the very top, forced to go back down without it.

3. Tamlin- Wants to hike in SILENCE. Brought headphones, defeating the purpose of a group hike. So loud EVERYONE can hear. "Is that Call Me Maybe?" Tamlin pretends he didn't hear.

2. Cassian- BRUTAL PACE. PRACTICALLY RUNNING. OH MY GOD WHAT IS YOUR RUSH??? The rush is to beat the crowd and to punish ourselves for our many crimes against God. Cassian avoids being murdered that day...but just barely.

1. Lucien- Off grid hiking, tracking through woods like a bloodhound. Group? What group? They find him halfway back lounging against a tree looking unbothered. Made it to the top hours ago, just waiting now. There is a shortcut, he claims, pointing to vertical incline nicknamed "SUICIDE CLIMB" Looks like it needs equipment to get up, he claims he used his hands. Perfect ponytail.

[folkloreguk]

🍒Cherry Ice Cream (2)🍒

A/N: Part two is here! There won't be another one after this. I just wanted to split it into two little scenarios with one being cute and the other not so cute lmao...I hope you enjoy - as always I appreciate feedback a lot!

taglist: @lovely-ateez

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), lifeguard!au, pool sex, unprotected sex

words: 3.4 k

PART 1 (fluff, both parts can be read independently)

It was the middle of the summer holidays and you had never been happier. Sunny weather, swimming, lots of free time and as much ice cream as you wanted were only a few of the reasons for your luck. The main cause was the boy of your dreams. A few weeks ago, you had met. It had been the most chaotic, embarrassing day at the public swimming pool – or so you had initially thought. Turns out being a walking disaster could not only attract negative attention. When the otherworldly handsome and kind lifeguard had pulled your clumsy figure out of the water and even bought you ice cream to make you feel better, you had a feeling things were about to change. And you hadn’t been wrong. Maybe you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses and a mix of lovestruck hormones, but you suspected he might just really be this great.

Ever since your first ice cream date, the two of you had been inseparable. Looks were one thing – and you had made yourself aware that though he was a picture of perfection, he could still have turned out to not be your type at all. But the inside reflected on his outside. Every day you found out a new enrapturing detail about him. He was a never-ending book that you were utterly unwilling to put back down.

Your days were spent at the public swimming pool, watching your lifeguard boyfriend do his job and questioning if this was all some sort of hidden camera prank. During his break he came running straight to your spot under the trees and plopped down on your towel, ready to spend the most time with you until he had to go back. Although your streak of bad luck was over, he still took care of you and made sure you were okay in the heat. He reminded you to drink enough water and sent you a good morning text every day. When he had first asked you to help him put sunscreen on his shoulders, you had hesitated with cheeks hotter than the sunlight that day. Now it was a daily thing, and sometimes when his hands were on your back, rubbing in the lotion, you caught yourself wishing there weren’t a hundred families around you. But it was hard scoring alone time with him at the pool. Even later at night, right before closing time, there were always one or two diehard swimming fans there.

“I love watching my cute girlfriend swim,” he would keep telling you.

“You better make sure you’re paying attention to the rest of the visitors, too,” you would reply, but secretly love his flirty remarks. Perhaps he wasn’t even so far off. After your first encounter, it was apparent that maybe you were the one guest who didneed the closest monitoring. Even his co-workers knew of you. They had made it their life mission to remind him daily how whipped he was for you, but he never cared about their teasing.

At night, you rode your bikes home. Towards the candy cotton clouds on the horizon, through the small suburb, you rode side by side, still damp hair flowing in the wind. Outside your home he cupped your face then, the sun kissed skin of his hands still warm to the touch. Like he was the slowly setting sun himself, he kissed you goodnight. You were addicted to his lips. He made you fly, brought back all your fondest memories as if he himself was in them, and let you forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.

One evening at the pool, you lay on your bathmat, headphones in your ears and your favorite summer playlist taking you to another world. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the shoulders. You jerked up in surprise.

“Oh my god, we could have hit our heads together!” you scolded your boyfriend, who was smiling at you like an innocent five-year old.

“Guess what. My boss just told me that I can close the place up tonight. You know what that means, right?” he said.

“Tell me more,” you smirked.

“Technically, we can stay here however long we want. And do whatever we want. As long as no one finds out,” he whispered the last part into your ear. Chills ran up your spine despite the heat in the air.

“Do whatever we want, huh?” you said. “I thought you were being a model employee?”

“I am,” he shrugged with his child-like smile. “And the model employee needs to go back to work now. I have a reputation to uphold. You’ll be waiting for me, right?”

“Of course,” you nodded, watching his figure as he jogged back to his seat by the pool. The next hours seemed to go by extra-slowly, to your dismay. After his announcement, you only found yourself staring in his direction more than on any other day. Truly, you could never get used to his handsomeness. You thought of his voice that made you melt like ice and his hands when he kissed you. Too often they remained in innocent, safe territory. Maybe that was about to change. It was a Friday, meaning the opening hours were longer than usual. By 10 pm however, even the last person had left. The public swimming pool was closed. Officially.

You had to admit, you could get used to having an enormous swimming pool all to yourself. Blissfully, you dived through the water, not having to worry about crashing into anybody’s legs or losing track of your surroundings. You had always felt as though swimming was a little like flying. Not that you knew what flying would be like. But if you had to make a guess, feeling weightless and small in a seemingly endless space probably came close. All your life, it had remained the same. Playing pretend in the water, acting like a mermaid scavenging for the most precious treasure of the seven seas – all your loveliest ideas lingered in your memory like it had been yesterday.

The pool had a shallow end, about the depth which allowed your head to reach above the surface, and progressively deepened towards the other end. You took a gulp of air and descended into the darkness. Taking long strokes, you dived towards the white light at the wall of the shallower pool end. With the brightness ahead of you, you failed to notice the shadow behind you.

As you were in the process of coming up from the water, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you. For the second time that day, you jolted in surprise and quickly gasped for air.

“You scared me out of my wits! Will you stop that!” you said, but you were already smiling. It was hard to carry grudges against the boy behind you. Not when he held your waist and rested his chin on your bare shoulder, grinning as if it was a crime to even suspect him of such things.

“Hi, there,” he said and pecked your cheek sweetly. “I missed you.”

“So did I,” you admitted. Only months ago, you had made fun of how lovestruck your friend had been. You weren’t one to speak now. His hands let go of you while you turned your body to face him. Then they were on you again, and although it was a small touch, your lack of clothes created a tension between you right away.

“Wanna race me?” he whispered into your ear, as if there was anyone around to listen in. Was he serious? Did he really think you wanted him to let go of you now? His voice on your neck rendered you wanting him so bad, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself.

“I’ve been swimming all day,” you said. “Besides, didn’t you say we could do whatever we wanted? We can swim whenever we want, during opening hours.”

“Oh, sounds like you have better plans?” he asked. For a moment, he touched your forehead with his. If you bent forward slightly, you could have kissed him. His hungry eyes were on your lips when you had finished the thought.

“I was thinking you could kiss me, for starters?” you coaxed him. He chuckled.

“So you’ve been thinking about it too, the past few hours,” he realized. “You know, I was trying to be subtle about it.”

“Forget about being subtle,” you said. “Let’s just make out, please?”

“I’d like nothing better than that,” he smiled, and then your mouths touched. His gentle lips tasted faintly of chlorine and salt, a taste you had come to associate with him and magnificent things. You held his face in your hands tightly and pushed your body against him yearningly. Reacting, he sighed and deepened the kiss. His wandering hands found the small of your backside as you arched your back into his frame. You hummed quietly, hands burying in his wet hair and playing with it at the nape of his neck.

All your childhood you had been searching for your treasure under the water. Now you understood. He was right there in front of you. Little you would be proud you had found someone this precious and incomparable. And hot.

“Jump,” he said. You did as he suggested and wrapped your legs around his waist. The proximity of his body made your heart hammer against your ribcage with such feverishness, you worried it might jump through your chest. With the way he touched every curve of your body, you almost forgot how to kiss. Luckily, your instincts did the job for you as you sipped on his lips and sighed every so often. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, and you felt his smirk when you moaned in surprise. Every inch of your skin burned with desire for him.

As he carried you over to the side of the pool, you pulled away shortly. You took the liberty to attack his neck with frenzied kisses. It felt just as you had imagined a thousand times. You couldn’t possibly recount all the instances when you had found yourself staring at his neck and shoulders in the past weeks. He was easily the biggest distraction you had ever known. But it wasn’t your fault his tanned skin was so inviting and his strong presence ever so alluring. Returning his teasing, you bit into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on it right after.

“Fuck, baby,” he said in a throaty tone. “You’re amazing.”

Softly, he rubbed his nose against yours before your lips locked again. The kiss was all but soft. Your tongues meddled as if you were starved people and you could barely keep your hands in one place. Not that you would want to. You wanted to glue his hands onto your body or better yet handcuff him to your wrists. What was the opposite of a restraining order called? You were about to invent a word for it. Never before had you been so intoxicated, so in ecstasy with another person.

He pulled aside the fabric of your top momentarily and cupped your breasts in his hands. You gasped and melted into his touch and the way he played with your nipples. He attacked your neck in kisses and you shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips.

“I really want you.” He had his hands on your ass and all you could think about was the growing bulge in his swimming shorts. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest, the thin fabric of your swim top doing little to nothing to separate your bodies. How could somebody’s whole existence be so titillating? He pulled away, just far enough to speak but barely. “I’ve wanted you like this for a while. But I didn’t want to unsettle you by making you think I just want sex from you. Truth is, I don’t want you to be just some summer romance, Y/N. Every day I hope you’ll still be here when summer is over.”

“Why would you think I’m going anywhere?” you asked. “You’re the reason I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I ask myself every day how I managed to end up with you in the first place.”

“That’s easy. First, threaten to demolish the turnstile with your stubbornness, second, offer your head to a bunch of kids with a water ball, third, square up against a bug in front of a hundred people, fourth- “

“Okay! Enough,” you said. “Don’t bring up my clumsiness. That’s just about the least sexy thing in the world.”

“Baby, I think there’s nothing not sexy about you,” he spoke. He kissed you deeply and all your embarrassing memories vanished at once. “So, you’re cool with this?”

His sudden change in tone caused your breath to hitch in your throat, as his hands lingered by your hips, just above your bikini bottom. You only nodded, the motion getting more eager as the words sunk in. He slid his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and you squirmed under his touch in desperation. Swiftly, he pushed aside the material above your center. His digits slid through your wetness, catching the nub between them, and rubbing ever so slowly. An overwhelmed gasp spilled over your lips, and you closed your eyelids.

“Fuck- ,“ you muttered under your breath. He teased your core, nearly sliding his finger into you, but then pulling away to find your nub to toy with.

“You look so beautiful,” he said. At his words, you looked at him through fluttering eyelids. He was one to talk about beauty. The luminescence from underwater sharpened his features, and his eyes had something magical, something enchanting about them. Like he could have you – or anyone – without saying a word. He reminded you of a merman, or rather a siren. Ready to drag you along with him, deep under the surface. And you were so willing to let it happen. For all you knew, you were long lost and under his spell anyway.

“Have you ever done it in public?” he asked. You were too distracted by his fingers on you at first, head hanging back in ecstasy, until you snapped out of it.

“No, but – fuck – I guess I can strike that one off my sex bucket list after tonight, can’t I?” you said.

“You have a sex bucket list? Interesting, tell me more about it,” he smirked. His eyes darkened and his tongue licked over his lips once. As if on command, his lazy ministrations on you quickened, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions until you were a moaning, stammering mess. You suspected he did so just to see your immediate reaction, and you gave him just what he wanted.

“Can we postpone the – the talking…on later?” you murmured, feeling like collapsing against his broad shoulders. “I’m kind of too busy to – to talk.”

“I can see that,” he teased you, kissing you gently. The delicacy of his lips only made your head spin more. “You’re so sweet, baby.”

“Don’t you want to get busy too?” you asked. You reached for his swimming trunks and wrapped your hand around his hard member through the material. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Shit- me too.” His arousal echoed in his moans, and he sucked in a breath. There was a sense of power in knowing you could make him react so gravely by doing so little. You tugged on his trunks and pulled them down a little to reveal his full length. Palming him, you felt how painfully hard he must have been for a while now. He groaned and it was the best thing you had ever heard. Eagerly, you slid your bikini bottom off and watched for a moment as it sunk down into the depths of the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he aligned his cock with your core.

At this point you supposed you were both out of words. Hunger had taken over and you barely managed to form a sentence. He kissed you and you hummed and nodded, wanting him to know you were ready. Easily, he entered you and you whimpered at the way he stretched your velvet walls after all the wait. Your senses were overcome with everything around you. The warm water enveloping the both of you, the soft summer breeze caressing your faces, his hands on your hips as he guided your body into his thrusts and the sound of your breathless moans and sighs – it was pure bliss. Night had almost fallen, with the sky being a deep blue, almost black by now. It was a perfect setting for a perfect night with your favorite person.

You gazed into his dilated pupils and the coil in your stomach tightened in the most delicious way possible. Now you recounted a myriad of dreams you’d seen him in. Not always, but occasionally he showed up in your dirtiest of dreams, with his gorgeous, addictive smile and strong arms. But now he was right there, in front of you – inside of you – and you apprehended how weak your boldest imaginations had been. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you clenched around his cock. He moaned your name huskily and it only clouded your head further.

It was crazy how loving a person could magnify everything. Even with closed eyes, the mere idea of him fucking you, at night in a public pool, could beat every single other experience you’d ever had. You felt like you were blessed with the audience with a god. A god, who had manifested on earth only to scoop you up and show you the finest things in life. You definitely couldn’t think of a finer thing than his cock dragging through your walls, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while he had you cased against the pool tiles. Moans and little whimpers fell from your lips, and you were glad there wasn’t a single soul close by who could have heard.

He was jaw-dropping. With the way he pounded into you hard, using the poolside wall as support on your back, you felt your head spin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your skin seemed to prickle wherever he touched you and you pushed your chest against his. Just a little closer, you told yourself, even though you were running out of space already. It was body against body while he whispered naughty things into your ears, telling you how incredible you felt, how lucky he had gotten with you and how sexy he found you.

“You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had, baby,” he said. His teeth grazed your neck as he kissed your sensitive skin messily. You could have counted every single drop of water hanging from the strands of his hair and adorning his face. Could have taken notice of every single eyelash and even the tiniest speckles of color in his irises. But you could barely command your eyes to stay open.

“So- close,” you said. In your ecstasy, you clawed at his back as another wave of pleasure went through your entire body.

“Together, hm?” he said, lips brushing over your cheek with every thrust. You hummed and nodded, as he picked up his thrusts to a toe-curling speed. With every touch of your sweet spot, you felt reality slip away a little further, and you were doing nothing to fight it. You invited the feeling in, resting your forehead against his, breaths coming out in short puffs. And then it overcame you. Your orgasm jolted through you like electricity, and you clung to him as if you might have sunken otherwise. It made your shared moans high pitched, and he followed you, pulling you into his arms like it was alone you who was keeping him afloat.

The splashing of the water softened as he drew out your highs for as long as possible with slower thrusts. Eventually, he halted completely. He cradled your face in his hands and when you finally opened your tired eyes, he was watching you with full adoration. His charming smile caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. This was only the beginning of your time together, yet you could barely fathom your fortune. And as it seemed, this time fate was on your side.

[oumaheroes]

EngPort. Sunscreen problems at the beach. Either Arthur forgets to put it on, or he only puts it on part of his body and forgets someplace crucial (like his feet, ears, or he misses parts of his back). His boyfriend tries to help with after-burn and cold packs. Feel free to get creative with unique sunburn patterns.

Fizzy, you sent me so many fantastic ideas! This one hooked me in the heart first though, so have something which could possibly turn into something longer one day.

Word Count: 453

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'You don't have to laugh.'

'I'm sorry.'

'No, you're not.'

'No, not really.'

Arthur scowls and turns his face away, a bottle of after sun liberally coating one arm which he quickly rubs in, 'Stop looking at me.'

Gabriel grins and ever so softly brushes the reddened skin of Arthur's shoulders, 'If I can't look, then I can't help.'

'I don't want you to help.'

'Yes, you do, you can't reach all of your back. You're not flexible enough.'

Arthur looks terribly betrayed, 'Wha- not flexible, I most certainly am.'

Gabriel grins into Arthur’s shoulder, the skin noticeably too warm underneath his lips. He has an urge to bite him, 'I'd dare you to try but you'd only end up hurting yourself; your skin's in pain enough as it is.'

Arthur shifts his shoulder, an attempt to nudge him off and away but Gabriel holds him still, 'Don't be like that, I'm only teasing you.'

'Yes well, don't,' Arthur gets up off the bed and walks across to the balcony, bare feet patting against cool tiles, 'It's bad enough knowing that Francis will see me, I don't need you joining in.'

‘It is your own fault, I told you not to fall asleep on the veranda.’

‘Well, I didn’t plan to, did I?’ Arthur leans heavily on the frame of the French windows, head buried into his elbow that he props up high. He is too irritated, too genuinely tense and raw and Gabriel goes to join him in concern.

‘Hey,’ a gentle hand on Arthur’s arm, skin hot and already far too red- damage long since done, ‘Go and take a shower.’

‘I don’t need a shower.’

‘Yes, you do,’ Gabriel kisses the cool shadow of his neck, ‘You need to cool down. Standing here and stressing won’t help.’

Arthur lifts his head and sighs through his nose, staring fixedly at the low and lazy afternoon sun as if it had purposely decided to aggravate him, ‘Tonight is going to be terrible.’

Gabriel can’t lie, ‘You’ll have had better.’

'No matter what I do now, I'll look ridiculous.’

‘The dinner is black tie; that’ll cover most of it.’

‘A bloody trussed up tomato.’

Gabriel snorts, too amused by the mental image to stop himself. Arthur thankfully doesn’t seem to be any more offended but nor does he look pleased. He winces, pressing against the space between his eyes and closing them.

‘I’ll get you some water. You’re probably dehydrated which isn’t helping.’

‘In a minute,’ Arthur leans his weight back into Gabriel’s chest, ‘You need a shower too.’

‘Oh? Do I now.’

‘Yes.’

The smallest hint of a smile at the edges of Arthur’s mouth. Gabriel is determined to widen them, ‘Yeah, I suppose I do.’