#Just imagine being stuck in a swimsuit for the rest of eternity

[catbusdriver]

The fact that fgo seems to be implying that it was JUST Saber Musashi who bit it in Olympus will never not be funny

[imaginesmai]

Michael Gray-Beach Day

Plot: Michael’s and your honeymoon is going to take an interesting turn in the beach

Warnings: Smut.

“Come on, Y/N” you heard your boyfriend’s voice from besides you, where he had been for at least fifteen minutes. “I promise I won’t ask you for anything else, just this one.”

It hadn’t been your fault at all, and you both knew that. Maybe your new bikini, which left nothing to the imagination, was the one to blame. Or the water’s drops that ran down your chest and disappeared in your bikini’s top. Even the light tan that had stuck on your skin for the past few days might the guilty one; Michael had said that it made your hair look brighter. You didn’t know who was the one to blame, but the reality was that you had a very horny boyfriend to your right, who was trying to cover his boner with his hands.

You were trying to enjoy a quiet day on the beach, relaxing in a comfortable hammock with Michael, not worrying about business for a day. It wasn’t that much to ask, was it?

“Baby, go take care of it in the bathroom” you rolled your eyes under your sunglasses. “It’s not my fault you’re still a horny teenager.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that my girl is hot as hell” he scoffed, and placed one big warm hand on your thigh. “Let’s go the bathroom together.”

You put your sunglasses up and propped on your elbows, turning to look at him. Your boyfriend, who usually was a decent man with elegant clothes, wore a devilish smirk as his hand palmed his hard not so casually through his swimsuit.

“We had a quickie before leaving the hotel” you said. “I can’t enjoy our holidays if you’re always thinking about the same thing”

“As long as you’re in my mind, it’s always going to be this way” he winked at you. “It’s not any holidays, we’re in our honeymoon. Consider it a gift?”

Five days ago, you had gotten married to the man of your dreams. It had been a quiet ceremony, just family and a few friends. Nothing to expensive; because Michael and you had agreed on spending the money of the weeding in your honeymoon, where you two could relax away from his brothers and problems.

“Public sex is not a gift” you whispered to him. “I’m not having sex with you in the middle of a public beach, Michael. That’s final.”

You laid down again, covering your eyes with the sunglasses and closing them. Besides you, Michael scoffed and said something under his breath, and you smiled when you heard fucking beautiful wife.

The term wife was still foreign for you. You hadn’t known Michal for long actually, so your relationship was pretty new. Some might have said that it was a madness, but it took both of you only three years of relationship to know that you wanted to be with each other for the rest of your lives.

With just twenty years and a few on your back, you hadn’t had the chance to know a lot of world before him. Birmingham had been your home forever, the Shelby family friends since you were born. Then, Michael came along, and with him the promise of taking you to the end of the world. Not that it mattered anymore, since he had become the centre of it.

The same warm hand that had been placed on your thigh took you out of your daydreaming when it travelled up your middle stopping on your left breast and giving your nipple a hard pinch. You jumped surprised, looking at Michael.

“Mine” he smiled, doing it again.

“Michael!” you slapped his hand away, doing it a few times as he kept placing it back. “Don’t be a child, we can’t do this here!”

“Why not? No one is looking” he sat up on his hammock, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You looked around, noticing that was he said was true. There were two more couples in the hammocks, one of them sleeping and the other talking. An older woman was tanning peacefully and three families were enjoying the beach. Still, none of them were looking at you.

Michael wasn’t dumb, he had chosen the furthest ones in case something like that happened.

“Someone could” you mumbled. “If you’re so eager to fuck, go to the bathroom and let your hand do the job. I’m not doing it here.”

He repeated your words with a mocking tone, watching as you turned around and laid on your stomach.

It was silent for a while, until you heard him getting up and looking for something in the bag. Thinking that he had finally given up on public sex, you sighed and closed your eyes, ready to take a quick nap before lunch time.

Again, his hand disturbed the little peace by smacking your ass. You got on your knees quickly, looking around with flushed cheeks. The couples and the older woman were still minding their businesses, but two kids that were playing near you had turned to look at the noise. The heat rose to your head and you were sure you looked like a tomato by Michael’s laugh.

“Mine too”

“I can’t believe I married you” you said, sitting and hugging your knees. If the earth had swallowed you, you would have been eternally grateful. “You’re a child.”

“We’ve been here for hours, and I really want to bend you over the hammock and give them something to look at”

“I swear it’s not too late for divorce, baby” you pointed a finger towards him. “Either you stop being a child or I treat you like one. No sex for the whole trip.”

“Let’s see if I’m really a child.”

You didn’t have time to talk again before he took you up in the air and placed you on his shoulder. Probably everyone looked at you since you screamed, kicked and tried to get off. But nothing was effective and, after a quick race to the sea, you were being thrown into the water.

Thousands of cold needles hit your skin and you had to remind yourself to not open your mouth underwater. When you got out, you crossed your arms and glared at Michael, who was laughing his ass off. It didn’t have the effect you wanted; with your arms crossed and the quick movements of the race, your bikini top had fallen down a little, leaving Michael a perfect view of your breasts.

Michael took two seconds to gawk at you before grabbing you by your ass and pushing you against his chest. You felt his dick poking at your core, hard as a rock. He kept his eyes glued to you as he massaged your ass between his hands, indirectly rocking you against his hard.

“Baby, they’re going to see us” you half moaned, already wanting to have his hands somewhere else.

“If I put your bikini to the side, no one will notice.”

His right hand travelled from your ass to your hip, giving you gossebumps until it arrived to the front of your bikini bottom. He used his other hand to pull you closer to him, his dick rubbing your clit roughly through both of your swimsuits.

One finger was pushed in your bikini, and soon, along with the rubbing, small but quick circles were being drawn on your clit. Your knees buckled as Michael kept touching you; if it had not been for him holding you, you would have probably fall. He was giving his back to the shore, so you looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was looking.

There were only a few people in the water, far away enough for you to have your privacy. A loud gasp left your lips when two fingers entered you and started moving in a fast pace, while other flickered your clit. Michael had to put his hand under the curve of your ass to keep you up, as his quick fingers were making you tremble. Your orgasm was approaching you like a running train, yet it was abruptly stopped when he took his hand out suddenly.

“Why-Why did you stop?” you whined, clenching your thighs together.

“Because someone might see us” he smirked. “God, Y/N, how can you be such a pervert? We’re in a public place!”

“Michael, please” you put your hand on his hard stomach, running your nails down his navel to the waistband of his swimsuit. One of your hands found it’s way inside, and his dick hardened even more, happy because of your touch.

You used the other one to grip the base of his neck and pull him down to your lips, who greeted him greedily. They fit perfectly as he kissed you hard, making you take a few steps behind. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, feeling with your hand how his dick rose even a little more. The heat between your legs was making you not worry about possible curious eyes, you were becoming impossibly wet.

Michael’s hand pushed you against him more, giving a direct tap to your aching nerves’ bundle. His mouth swallowed your moan, and he used that opportunity to push his tongue inside. He caressed yours for a while, letting you have the control for a second before going back to his dominance. You broke up for air after a while, and looked over his shoulder.

“Still against the idea of beach sex?” he asked, burying his head on the space between your shoulder and neck and leaving wet kisses.

“Just making sure no one was looking at us” you bit your lip, keeping in a huge moan.

“I love you so much” he chuckled. “Damn, I’m so lucky.”

“Baby, please” you begged, quite literally dry humping him. “I need you inside me.”

“My wife has such an incredible ass” he gave it a soft squeeze under the water.

“Michael, I’m serious” you whined, near the brink of tears.

“And tits. I could be looking at them the whole day, Y/N” he put one of his hands inside your top, giving your breast a squeeze too. “You know what I love the most about you? That you always follow my crazy ideas.”

Just as he said so, you felt him putting your bikini bottoms to the side and thrust into you. You both moaned at the feeling, and kept still a little too longer for your liking. Wrapping a leg around his own, you made him move forwards.

He set a slow pace; yet each time, he bottomed out to buried himself deep after a second. You put both arms around his shoulders, hiding your face on his neck and praying that no one could see you. Yet you knew that the rocking back and forwards was obvious; if it wasn’t, then the noises that you were making were probably giving you away.

After a hard thrusts against that spot inside you, you stopped caring.

“Mine” & “If I put your bikini to the side, no one will notice.”From Prompt List Smut

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3 Months to Eternity

Weeeee. The 2nd of the 6 stories I said I would write. This one’s using my character Ritsu.  Ily Sher.

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“Lucian! Be a dear and help me record this please?” Ritsu called out from the garden right outside the house they had been staying at during their trip to Paris none of them volunteered for. Since it was decided they’d be staying in Paris, Remi, Ritsu, Lucian and Avalon decided it would be best if they stayed in the house that Lucian owned in Paris. It was cozy and they all knew each other well enough to live together.

Lucian peeked out of his room on the 2nd floor and looked down at Ritsu, his snow white hair getting blow by the wind as he stuck his head out. “Sure! What are you recording?!” He called down from his room. “I am making a video to send to Diavolo for our anniversary as I cannot be there with him for it so be a dear and help me with it!” The blaze orange haired female called up. Lucian nodded in response before disappearing from his window to get downstairs. On the 28th of the past 3 months, she and the Prince of the Devildom, Diavolo, had celebrated the day they got together. She originally planned to spend this day with Diavolo but due to them going on this trip none of them volunteered for, those plans were foiled.

Lucian came out of the backdoor that was located in the kitchen and jogged over to her. He wore a black tank top because summer was rolling in and he wouldn’t survive in a hoodie. “Hand me your D.D.D. I’ll record your message for you. In return, you’re helping me pick something out to take as a souvenir for Mizuki.” He said as he walked back a little once Ritsu had handed her D.D.D to him. “Yes yes, she did ask you to bring something for her.” Ritsu said with a soft chuckle before straightening out her knee length, black princess dress. This was accompanied by a thin, scarlet cardigan that was draped loosely over her shoulders. A circus rose was tucked into her ear, standing out in the midst of her orange her. Her red eyes shined as Lucian gave her a thumbs up, signifying he was ready as she cleared her throat before giving a thumbs-up back.

“And... go.” Lucian said quietly as Ritsu nodded before waving at the camera. “Hi hi Dia~! Happy 3 month anniversary~ Honestly I don’t know when you’ll see this but I’m hoping that it is not too long after our actual anniversary... It is unfortunate I cannot be there with you for another anniversary but this time, I have the gift you had given me our previous anniversary.” She said, smiling brightly as she turned to her left and picked up to show the music box he had given her on their 2nd anniversary. “I still find it very fascinating that for both of our anniversaries, we had similar ideas but... I love this gift nonetheless. It is a piece of you that I have with me away from home.” She said before her smile faltered a little.

“I do miss you so very badly my love. It has only been, what, 5 days? And yet separation from you is unbearable... I don’t even know when they will let us return...” She said with a soft sigh before perking up as she remembered something. “Our trip in Paris so far has been rather nice. It is a charming place with many places to visit. We were actually thinking of visiting the beach at some point~ I do think I have my swimsuit with me. If not, I will have to go buy one. It is what it is.” She said before giggling some more. “Something rather interesting happened the other day when we had all gone out shopping as Remi and I felt that a few of our clothes seemed a little out of place. We had taken Lucian and Avalon with us as they knew the area better than we did and while out shopping, we heard about this thing called ‘Le Mur Des Je t’aime.’ Remi and Lucian told me it translates, in essence, to ‘The Wall of Love.’“ She had to stifle her giggles as she recounted this while Lucian looked like he was dying behind the camera.

“So while we were observing the Wall of Love, a couple passed by us and complimented that Lucian and I make a good couple as well as Remi and Avalon. Remi and I looked at each other and had a good laugh about it and the funny thing is even the store proprietors had thought they were our boyfriends who came shopping with us.” She was laughing at this point while Lucian continued dying on the inside. “We couldn’t explain to the couple but we made sure to do so with the store proprietors. Since they’re the most fluent in French, Remi and Lucian explained that we’re not lovers and he and Avalon were instead introduced as our brothers. I just find Lucian and Avalon’s expressions so very hilarious. They wanted to go back so badly after that but we still had to go to two stores so that was fun.” She said with a bright grin. “We’re doing our best to make the most of our time here. It’s a pretty place after all! It would be a shame to just mope around and not enjoy it. I’m getting tons of pictures for you and yes, that includes the Wall of Love because I wish to visit that place with my true lover one day...” She said with a soft smile.

“I am glad we got to do the marriage booth before I left. Your words, your vows, they keep me afloat as you are not here to do so. I remember that day very clearly. We’re technically married now.” She blushed a little just thinking about it. “I know it was simply a booth but something about it made it feel so real. Seeing you dressed as a groom, in front of me, it made me feel as though I was truly getting married to you and I know, when you decide to propose, I will absolutely love it. Do it in a dress perhaps? It has been a while since you’ve worn one.” She laughed softly at the thought. “If you need me to, just tell me to wear a suit and I will. Though I have a feeling you will surprise me with when you plan to do so. I know you won’t but I am just reminding you not to rush okay? Take your time.” She said with a happy smile. “I have your vows from the marriage booth and those are more than enough... They make me so very happy...” She teared up just thinking about it and rapidly wiped them away.

“Ritsu. My fireball. My koala. My fireball koala~

Many years ago, I could never imagine myself being in such a place. A place where I look in the eyes of my beloved and pledge my love and undying loyalty.

You are the sweetest, most caring, loving, and kind person I have had the honor of knowing. I have no doubt that you make me a better prince- nay, a better man.

You believe in me and shown me how to love with unconditional acceptance, and every day you reaffirm that you are my soul mate. Together we are an unbreakable pair, bound by our love.

I’m not sure that a lifetime is long enough for me to return all that you have given me but I promise to spend my days by your side. To inspire you, laugh with you, cherish you, share your dreams, and grow with you.

I believe in us and what we are and I will always love you with every beat of my heart. For now and forevermore.”

“I remember... tearing up when I heard those words... My heart felt... no, feels so full from those words. I still have the ring you put on my finger that day.” She said, raising her left hand to show the ring on her ring finger. “I hope... you remember my vows as well but just in case... I will say them again. I know you would never forget them, don’t worry. I suppose... rather than being just in case, it’s so you have something to remind you of the vows...? It will be in video form now after all.” She made a small heart with her hands before taking a deep breath in to speak.

“Diavolo. My dearest prince. My sun in a sunless place. 

It has been... 4 months since you have graced me with your presence. Since you captivated my heart with your smile. Despite me crashing into the lake behind your castle and being an uninvited guest in your castle, you gave me the place I now call home. You have given me the place which finally gave me a family that will love me...” 

She remembered tearing up as she spoke but she continued speaking nonetheless.

“A life time may not be enough for you to return all that I have given you, all that I fail to see, but rest assured, you will have multiple life times. We are nearing 3 months now and I hope... it can stretch to eternity. 3 months to eternity... to forevermore... With each passing day, I love you more and more and seeing your smile just reminds me that there is someone I live for. Someone I fight for. Someone who holds me near and dear to his heart. There is someone in this world whose day I can brighten through my existence...”

After being scorned and betrayed by everyone she had believed to be those who cared for her, she believed she wouldn’t find anyone who would accept her. And yet, the man who spoke those vows to her loved her so very much... Enough for many many life times to come.

“In the first years of my life, I lived as a shadow. No one outside of my father acknowledged my existence and the only other person who did, my mother, scorned me for it. I was to be of use to her and nothing else. I never thought that I would be wed to someone... Much less a prince. Much less someone like you... I thought that even if I did get married, it would be to someone I didn’t love and there too, I would simply need to be of use and nothing else... Then... I ran away. Far far away. So I could live in peace and found 12 orphans. I decided to care for them as like me, they had no one. I thought I wouldn’t need anyone else now that I had them but as I saw my friends be wed... I felt a small pang of loneliness because even if I had people now, I would never have the companionship of a lover. I had nothing to offer to them after all... And who would want to bear the weight of 12 children? That solidified the idea that I would never get married and now... I look to my past self and say; “You have someone amazing waiting for you. Waiting to put a ring on your finger and make you the happiest person in existence. Someone who will finally rid you of that loneliness you’ve felt for years now.” That is what you are to me Diavolo. I am complete with you.” 

She remembered gently squeezing his hands as she fought back tears. She remembered giving him the fondest smile she could muster. Even if it wasn’t the real wedding, it felt real. It made her happy beyond belief.

“I promise to spend as many years as I am granted with you. I promise to stand by your side through everything and let you lean on me should you need to rest. As I have done so far, I promise to continue giving you a place where you needn’t be the prince. You can simply be Diavolo. You can be absolved of your duties and do whatever you please. I promise to keep you happy and smiling and most importantly of all... I promise to love you in every life I am given. You are the only person I will accept as my lover. No one else. So please... when we part ways... come find me once more. Bring me home. I will wait patiently in every life for my Prince Charming.”

She was crying now as she recounted her words and was rapidly trying to wipe her tears away but they wouldn’t stop. “D-Don’t worry Diavolo. I-I’m not sad alright? I-I’m just a little overwhelmed. T-That day was the happiest day of my life and i-it’s just overwhelming to recount it because of the myriad of emotions I felt that day.” She sniffled as she counted wiping at her eyes. “I-I hope you’re doing well and n-not staying cooped up in your office all day. Y-You’re not Lucifer and b-besides, Barbatos isn’t there so you can slack off a little.” She said with a soft giggle as she continued wiping away her tears. They were slowly coming to a halt.

“I love you my prince... I always have and I always will. Once I come back, let’s add Paris to our list of places to go too, okay...? I wanna show you around the place so I’ll make sure to get well acquainted with it so you and I both aren’t clueless if we decide to visit. Once again, happy 3 months! Sadly, I don’t have a gift this time but... I hope this video will be enough.” She said before carefully pulling out the circus rose in her hair. “Thank you for taking me to the Flower Festival and doing all those activities with me... I look forward to doing more things with you. I hope I can return before our next anniversary. I really miss you and I’m going to c-cry if I have to spend another anniversary away from you... T-That’ll be 3 in a row and that’s too many anniversaries to not spend with you... S-So I’ll be selfish this one time and a-ask you to come visit me if I can’t be there... B-But I understand if you’re busy, okay? D-Don’t ditch work to come to me. You’ve caused Lucifer and Barbatos enough trouble as is...” She said with a playful pout as she teared up before shaking her head and closing her eyes to not let the tears out.

“Wah... This video is long enough as is. Take care Dia! I love you!” She said with a bright smile as she waved at the camera before Lucian gave a thumbs-up, meaning he finished recording. Ritsu sighed softly before quickly covering her mouth as a coughing fit started. Lucian frowned and jogged over to her, taking a seat beside her and gently rubbing her back. “Ritsu... Will you be alright...?” Lucian asked worriedly. She continued coughing but nodded. “I-I’ll be fine... W-We just n-need to be patient...” She got out in-between coughs. “I-I am more concerned about you Lucian... O-Once the 20th is here you-” “I’ll be fine. Just as you have Lord Diavolo to return to, I have Mizuki to return to. I won’t leave her behind.” He said, continuing to gently rub her back. 

Ritsu pulled her hand away once the cough fits had stopped and frowned at the blood. “I just need to last a month... I don’t want to ask her of this but we may need Remi’s help...” She said with a soft sigh as she stood up with the help of Lucian. “I’ll ask Remi to go visit your room once she and Avalon are back with groceries... Please, keep resting okay? The more you rest, the more often you can get out to know Paris better like you told Lord Diavolo.” Lucian said as he led Ritsu back to her room. 

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Ily Sher.