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private party ♡

➤ summary: It's too goddamn hot out, so Doflamingo surrenders his strength to join you in the pool. (18+)

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.5k

➤ warnings: dom!doffy, pool sex, belly bulge, exhibitionism, getting caught, degradation, established relationship (kinda), fem reader

➤ notes: i am so normal about the doffy pool scene where baby 5 is introduced. i barely ever think about it i swear.... also this is my softest doffy fic and he's still SO unhinged >:3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Dressrosa’s famously perfect weather had been overtaken by a mid-summer heat wave, and today was brutal. The sweltering sun turned the air hazy with heat. Not a single cloud stained the bright blue sky to provide shade from its burning rays. Staying outside for more than ten minutes was a daunting task. Nearly every member of the Donquixote Family was staying cool inside the spacious castle with its doors closed and curtains drawn.

Fortunately, the palace courtyard was an oasis.

An oversized pink flamingo float bounced against the side of the oval-shaped pool as you swam laps straight down the middle, keeping most of your body underwater. The scent of sunscreen and chlorine filled the air. Your lover (for lack of a better word) reclined on a padded couch, sipping a yellowish-pink tropical cocktail decorated with a paper parasol. His signature pink coat had obviously been discarded, but so had every item of clothing besides a tiny pair of shorts. Tan lines had no place on his godly figure.

The king of Dressrosa unashamedly admired you as he sunbathed. Even behind his sunglasses, you felt his lusty gaze trained on the way your body moved – and your skimpy little crimson bikini. You intentionally put on a show for him, arching your back as you dove underwater and making sure your tiny bottoms were pulled a bit too tight against your ass. 

Both of you were completely alone. Doflamingo had even sent away the servants who periodically refilled his drink and brought out poolside snacks. You weren’t entirely sure why he chose to keep the pool after he became king – the only ones who really used it were you and the women who hung around Señor Pink. The Family’s Devil Fruit users safely stayed dry on the surrounding lounge chairs, and Dellinger hated chlorine. Doflamingo did love his pool parties, though.

Getting lonely and bored, you swam to the edge of the pool, emerging near Doflamingo’s feet and wiping water out of your eyes. The blonde placed your own drink on the ground in front of you. 

“You jealous?” You grinned cheekily, sipping the chilled liquid through a neon pink straw. “It must suck to not be able to swim, especially on a day like today. The water is soooo refreshing.”

Doflamingo chuckled at your boldness. “I’ll live.”

“I’ve never even seen you go in.” He was certainly good at keeping you company while you swam, though, and his flamingo float was ideal for cuddling (and less appropriate activities). “You won’t drown in a few feet of water.”

“Water takes away my powers, baby.”

“Boooo.” You splashed a small wave onto his hairy legs. “You can be without your strings for five minutes. Get in here.”

If anyone else did that to him, he would’ve forced them on their knees and made them beg for mercy. Luckily, he found your bratty playfulness more amusing than irritating. Certainly better than an overly passive, demure lover. And the pool did look nice, beautifully shimmering under the relentless sun. It was even more tempting now that cool droplets of water ran down his calves.  

To your surprise, your lover sighed exaggeratedly but actually stood from the couch, stripping down to his underwear and revealing his half-hard clothed bulge. As you excitedly went to grab a blow-up beach ball on the other side of the pool, you could’ve sworn you felt something tugging at the strap tying the bikini around your neck.

Doflamingo kept a cautious hand on the railing as he strolled down the pool steps, hissing in relief at the cold water. Strength be damned, this felt incredible. He kneeled down and reclined backwards to submerge his enormous body, though he kept his head above water, and soaked off the undignified layer of sticky sweat coating his skin. Thank fuck his throne birthright wasn’t on some desolate winter island. 

You trotted back over to him while tossing the ball in your hands. “Doffy, I think my top is coming undone. Can you fix it?” 

Innocently turning your back to him and holding your hair away from your neck. He grabbed the thin red strings pitifully slipping out of their knot, but instead of tying them, the blonde let them fall past your shoulders. Before you could react, his big hands forced their way under your bikini cups to openly grope your tits. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted, pet?” He giggled maniacally as he tugged at your nipples. Being on his knees evened out your height difference a bit, so he curled his giant body over yours, his hard abs pressed flush against your back. Kneading your breasts with no gentleness, squeezing them like stress balls. “Getting all wet for me? Teasing me with this pathetic excuse for a bathing suit?”

You bit your lip – he wasn’t wrong, but you did want to play volleyball with him first. The ball fell from your hands and sadly floated away. 

Doflamingo pulled off your top and carelessly tossed it aside. “This tiny thing leaves nothing to the imagination, it’s fucking disgusting. I want you to wear it every day.” He pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder then bit down as he harshly twisted your peaked nipples. “But just for me.”

“P-Please, Doffy…” You wiggled your hips, squirming against him.

“Needy slut.” Laughing giddily, he licked across your teeth then plunged the wet muscle into your mouth. Pineapple juice and expensive white rum lingered on his tongue. One hand cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as the other trailed down your tummy underwater, slipping under the waistband of your bottoms. 

Doflamingo teasingly caressed your mound then harshly pinched your clit, then tugged at the sensitive nub. “That’s for splashing me earlier.”

“Shit, I’ll splash you again,” you chuckled, letting your head fall back against his shoulder.

“You’re such a damn masochist, making me get creative with my punishments.” You nearly folded in half when his long fingers ran through your slit, but his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you upright. His free hand went back to caressing your tits. The blonde giggled in delight when he felt the slick between your legs – you were so responsive, so easy. “This doesn’t feel like pool water. You’re all worked up from a little kiss?”

“You’re all worked up from watching me swim, pervert.” Grinding your ass against his massive bulge to emphasize your point.

The blonde slapped your tit and you jerked against his tight hold. “It’s a good thing your bratty mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, since you’re starting to piss me off.”

Maybe your alcohol-induced cheekiness had reached its limit. Doflamingo’s infatuation with you made him no less terrifying. 

He wasn’t in the mood for long and drawn-out foreplay, though he normally adored seeing you break and beg for his cock with tears in your eyes. But your tiny cunt couldn’t even take his tip without loosening it up first. Being blessed with a perfect body, godlike height, and a monster cock was such a curse.

Resting his chin in the crook of your neck, the blonde observed the way his nimble fingers expertly moved inside you. His string abilities were gone but he still worked his puppeteering magic inside you, scissoring your wet walls apart and prodding at your sensitive spot. The adorably wanton whines falling from your lips made his dick twitch. 

Once he decided you were ready, he easily flipped you around to face him and sat down on the pool steps with you in his lap. Doflamingo freed his heavy cock, letting it spring up and bounce against his abdomen underwater. Instead of taking off your bikini bottoms, he simply pushed them to the side to expose your cunt.

“I’ve never fucked in a pool before,” the blonde chuckled, grabbing underneath your thighs and easily manhandling you into position. Even with his strength drained away, he was still much stronger than the average person – those sculpted muscles weren’t just for show. “You better feel grateful, darling. I hardly have any ‘first time’s left.”

The thick tip of his cock forced its way inside, then a harsh thrust made your eyes roll back into your head. Water resistance made the movement less intense than he intended, but several inches of his massive length were snugly inside your pussy. He continued pulling you down until a pretty bulge protruded from your stomach, though he still wasn’t fully sheathed in you. Doflamingo sighed in relief and reclined back on his forearms, submerged in the turquoise water up to his pecs. “Go on, please your king.”

You braced your palms right above his flashy gold nipple piercings, found your footing, then started riding his dick at a slow pace, feeling every vein and ridge drag against your inner walls. The water rippled and lightly splashed around you with every movement. 

Doflamingo traced the outline of your lips, and you batted your eyelashes coquettishly as you sucked his finger into your mouth. Definitely a mistake – you pulled away with a scrunched up face and tried to spit out the overpowering taste of chlorine. He cackled and shoved two digits all the way down your throat, twisting them around to hear you gag. 

The king was in paradise. Summer sun beating down on his face, cool water coating his tanned skin, and his favorite toy bouncing on his cock. He was getting bored with the slow grinding of your hips against his pelvis, but he was too relaxed to do anything about it. Getting out of the pool and back into the unbearable heat was the last thing on his mind. 

Doflamingo grabbed the meat of your ass to abruptly take over control of your movements. He bobbed you up and down, admiring the way your tits jiggled before leaning forward to suck a nipple into his mouth. Fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, gripping tighter when he abused your tits even more.

He rubbed the outline of his cock in your stomach then pressed down on it. You bit back a debauched moan. An angry vein popped in his forehead before he grabbed your cheeks and squeezed meanly. “Don’t hide your cute noises from me.”

“S-sorry – mmmh!” You choked on your own spit when he suddenly slammed balls deep into you, his gigantic cock molding your insides to take him perfectly. 

The sound of a door opening echoed throughout the courtyard. You froze and anxiously sought out the source. Diamante emerged into the sunlight, his red eye makeup smudged by sweat and using his hand to fan himself. You leaned forward against Doflamingo to cover your breasts, not wanting to ignite his possessive nature, but made no other move. The blonde didn’t even flinch.

Diamante squinted in confusion. Sun-sparkled water blurred and distorted your lower halves, but what you were doing was incredibly obvious. “Doffy, why the hell are you in the pool?”

His boss was buried in your guts and that was what he was concerned about? 

Doflamingo grinned. “The water actually feels great. You should try it – oh, but not now. I’m a little busy.” The blonde jerked his hips harshly up into you, making you keen. Pink sunglass lenses stayed trained on his friend in an almost challenging way. “What do you want?”

The elite officer just huffed, making you believe that this probably wasn’t the first time he saw Doflamingo like this. An odd pang of jealousy struck you at the thought. He never caught you.

“It’s nothing serious, just find me when you’re done.” He snickered as he stepped back inside, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll keep Dellinger and Sugar away from here. Have fun.”

When the door slammed shut, Doflamingo pressed his lips to your ear and whispered, “I felt your pussy get tighter when he looked at us. You filthy whore. You like being watched? Or do you like being owned by me?” He sounded ecstatic. “I’ll fuck you on camera and broadcast it to the entire country if that makes you happy.”

A shiver ran down your spine. “That’s t-terrible.”

“No, it’s a fucking good idea. Then everyone’ll know who the prettiest girl in Dressrosa belongs to.” His surprisingly sweet comment was punctuated by his hips bucking into you, shoving the head of his cock insistently against your cervix. 

Doflamingo flexed his thighs and began using you like a fleshlight, setting a fast and rough pace while letting out incredibly erotic groans. His tanned skin looked irresistible, so you leaned forward to mouth along his thick neck and then kiss him passionately. Doflamingo eagerly reciprocated, rewarding you by pressing his thumb against your clit to rub circles against it. 

“My perfect little toy,” he panted between kisses, a long string of saliva hanging off the tip of his lengthy tongue. “Such a good girl, so eager to serve me. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

Something about the intense heat or the negative effects of water seemed to bring out his more romantic side – though there was nothing romantic about the way his dick bullied its way inside you. You gripped onto his shoulders for dear life, feeling your cunt throb around him. 

“Doffy, ‘m so close, p-please let me…” 

Beautiful eyes peeked out from under his sunglasses – lust-blown, predatory, and crazed. “Cum for me, pet.”

Lips slammed against yours as the building pressure inside you exploded. Your cunt gushed and soaked his cock in your juices, stars flashing behind your eyes. Doflamingo obsessively swallowed your moans, rubbing your clit through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He rutted his hips like a feral dog before he felt his balls tighten. Thick ropes of cum sprayed deep inside your walls and filled you to the brim. Through hazy eyes, you noticed how divine he looked at his peak – damp blonde hair sticking to his forehead and sun reflecting off water droplets coating his skin. Head thrown back in bliss, plush lips parted and letting out a heavenly, whorish moan.

Breathless and giddy laughter snapped you out of your trance. “Whatcha looking at, baby?” His cock was softening, but you felt it twitch from narcissistic delight.

You shook your head to clear your mind, dipped your hands in the pool, then ran your damp fingers through his hair. He instantly relaxed into your touch, sighing contentedly. “I told you it’s refreshing.” 

“And you were fucking right. Maybe I should use the pool more – it’s not like anyone is stupid enough to attack me in my own palace.” Strong, scarred arms wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed you tightly against him. Doflamingo hummed happily, then released you and nodded towards the couch. A grin never left his face and his shaded eyes never left yours. “Be nice and grab our drinks, then get right back here. Our private pool party isn’t over.”

[rinhaler]

I’m begging you to write a bimbo x Toji fanfic

IM ON MY KNEES PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE IM BEGGING YOU🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Been in a BJ mood so enjoy some 69ing xoxo

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, bimbo!reader, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby), daddy kink, spanking, 69ing, messy blowjob + pussy eating (duh), head pushing, praise, dumbification, degradation, age gap, exhibitionism ig?

words: 2.1k

“He’s not here, sweetheart.”

The bass of his voice rattles throughout your nervous system. And before you know it, you’re squeezing your thighs together and biting your lip as you look up at him, the way he almost entirely fills the space between the door frame. A slow smirk beginning to play on his lips as he watches you.

You’ve had a crush on your best friends dad since the first time he brought you over to hang out. He didn’t seem particularly interested in you, at first. Not until your skirts got shorter and your tops became skimpier.

“We had plans…” you pout a little, glossy lips shimmering in the afternoon sun. He clears his throat, adjusting his stance a little as he continues to look down at you.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, a little more curtly than intended. “And what plans were those?”

“Mm,” you hum, flicking through your texts to pull up your thread with Megumi. “Wanna hang out on Thursday? I can get us some booze and we can relax around the pool. My dad will be at wor— wait, you’re not at work?”

“Because it’s Monday, baby. Not Thursday.” he laughs a little as he shows you the date on his own phone. “Got a little confused there, huh? He’s at the library with the pink haired one, he ain’t here.”

“Oh…” you pout again. “’m sorry. I guess I should be studying too, I’ll go meet him there. See ya later Mister Fushiguroooo~!” you smile before beginning to skip away.

“Hey,” he calls after you. A grin quickly spreads across your face before you turn to face him again. He kisses his teeth, looking you up and down slower and more purposefully than ever before. He curls his finger, prompting you to come closer. “You’re all dressed for the beach, not the library. You can come in ‘n wait for him here, baby. You even brought your li’l swimsuit in your bag, huh? Come on.” he tilts his head as he walks inside.

You follow him hurriedly, closing the door after yourself when you enter. He doesn’t wait around for you, jogging up the stairs and shutting the door loudly after himself. You huff, wondering what the point of coming inside was if you’re just gonna be waiting by yourself anyway.

It doesn’t deter you, though. You dip into the downstairs bathroom and change into your swimsuit, sauntering outside to set up a lounger so you can at least catch a few rays before Megumi gets back.

You lay back, immediately feeling your skin heat up as the sun burns down onto your still body. There’s a lack of breeze, and the warmth soon becomes suffocating.

But soon enough, the sun disappears. Your eyebrows scrunch at the sudden change, your body plunged into shade and your temperature drops. You open your eyes, your best friends obscenely large father blocking out the ball of fire as he stands above you.

“Here, keep hydrated.” he orders, putting down a fruity looking cocktail filled to the brim with ice by your side. His white, open shirt begins to billow from a brief gust of wind, and he takes his seat with his own drink on the lounger beside yours.

He wasn’t avoiding you after all, he was getting changed.

You lean over, taking a small sip of the cocktail by your side. “Oh shit, that’s so yummy. Did you make it?”

He smirks again, but keeps his eyes closed as he lays back under the shade of his parasol. “Nah, the butler did it.”

“Really?” you ask, excitedly.

He can’t help but laugh at your naivety, turning his head to look at you. “No, sweetheart. Have you ever seen a butler around here? Course I made it.” he tells you, drinking in your bewildered expression as how gullible you are begins to dawn on you. “You ain’t too bright, are ya?”

“That’s—” you speak instantly, but put your drink back down to soak up the sun once more. “Mean.”

“Awe, sorry darlin’,” he smiles at you, but you don’t see it. “At least you’re pretty.”

He angles his head to face the sun, while yours snaps to look at him. You can’t hide your wide, cheesy smile as the words race through your mind.

At least you’re pretty.

At least you’re pretty.

At least you’re—

“You think I’m pretty?” you blurt out, though you feel no shame as the words leave your mouth. It’s the best thing you’ve ever heard another human being say to you in your life. Megumi’s hot dad thinks you’re pretty.

“You’re not that dumb, are you?” he faces you, finally, running his tongue along his top row of teeth. “You’re a gorgeous little thing, that’s for sure. Gonna give an old man like me the wrong idea, walkin’ around in a skimpy swimsuit like that.”

“The wrong idea?” you tilt your head at him. “I dunno what you mean, Mister Fushiguro.”

“Mmm, I betch’a don’t. I love li’l airheads like you.” he sneers. “Or maybe you know exactly what I mean, ‘n you’re just pretending to be dumb.”

You pout again as you think about what he’s saying. He watches you as you try and understand his words, the notion of pretending to be anything utterly perplexing you. He doesn’t take his eyes off you, though he’s a little surprised to see you roll onto your side so you can look at him properly.

“… Are you flirting with me?” you wonder.

“Hah,” he snickers. “You’re really tryna get me in trouble, huh? Would ya like that?”

“… uh-huh…” you nod slowly, biting your lip again. You watch as he smirks at you, adrenaline running through your veins as you wonder where this is heading. Is he simply teasing you?

“Have you got a li’l crush on me, sweetheart? That’s real bad. Remember who I am? Your best friends old man.”

“You’re not an old man,” you try to assure him. But he can only laugh at your idiocy once more. “Had a crush on you forever…” you admit, getting up from your lounger and walking over to his. You decide to take the risk, moving each of your legs on either side of him before slowly lowering yourself.

He bites his own lip, aged scar pulling deliciously as he smooths his hands over the curves of your waist. A grunt rumbles through his throat as you barely move, lightly humping against his stiffening cock.

And in an instant, your bikini is soaked.

You rut your hips more, and more, until he holds you still.

“Wanna fuck.” you whimper, and he starts to tut.

“Mmm, me too. Maybe next time.” he thinks, cock flexing as he imagines the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around him so perfectly. “Wan’ you to put that empty head of yours to good use.” he tells you.

A dazed expression decorates your face as you try and decode what he means. But instead of leaving you confused, he carefully pushes you away from his growing bulge so he can pull out his leaking length.

“Go on, princess. Suck me off.” he tells you.

You’re too astonished by the sight of his cock to even move. A beautiful thickness with a gorgeous curve you can only use as a fantasy for future reference as you imagine it hitting and stretching every spot inside.

He’s amazed that you don’t need to be told twice, however, you soon position yourself to take his length into your salivating mouth. You look up at him with wide, wet eyes as you kiss and suck his tip. Only looking away to spit into your hand, using it to jerk him off whilst you continue to suck like your life depends on it.

He can’t take his eyes off you, even taken aback as you further pull down his beach shorts to free his balls. He’s besotted at the sight of you, completely and wholly lovestruck as you produce enough saliva to completely soak his length, spittle dripping and sliding as it drenches his cock and balls. He winces as you cup them, licking up and down his cock before you suck one into your mouth.

All the while, your eyes are on him. Never before has he felt embarrassed whilst receiving head. But right now, he feels entirely at your mercy. He holds your gaze, though, intent on overriding the feelings of embarrassment as you turn him into a grunting and groaning puddle.

“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart,” he grins, chest heaving as you don’t let up on him. Your fist becomes a blur, and even still, he can’t stop himself from thrusting into your grip. “Pretty little girl… look s’cute with your mouth full’a my cock.”

You moan, at that. The praise overwhelming you enough to release one of his balls from your mouth before you go back to sucking him off. You take him deeper and deeper, as deep as you can take him without showing any signs of gagging.

“Such a good cocksucker for me, baby,” he tells you as he starts to push your head down on him. “Knew that an airhead like you would be a fucking pro.”

“G-Got such a big dick, daddy.” you tell him as you push off of him, desperate to tell him. He drags you up closer to him, kissing you sloppily as your body presses into his. You lie comfortably in his embrace in the shaded spot, moaning into his mouth as you grind down on his cock. “P-Please fuck me.”

“Oh, princess… does your little cunt need daddy’s attention?” he wonders, kissing you again. “Told ya, I want my cock sucked.” he slaps your ass. “Move, go on.” he orders, though despite his instruction, he begins to manhandle you.

You’re soon positioned so you’re practically sitting on his face while his throbbing cock is back in yours. He moves the material of your bikini into the crease of your thigh and gives your pussy a light spank.

“Don’t stare at it, sweetheart. Suck my cock, now.”

You immediately do as you’re told, taking him down your throat while he teases you enough to have you trembling. Touching anywhere and everywhere except where you need him most. Until finally, he places a delicate kiss between your sodden folds.

“Baby, she’s drooling. You really do have a crush on me.” he chuckles. He wastes no more time, after that, burying his face between your thighs and slurping up your lewdness. He moans into your folds before he shoves two fingers into your clenching hole.

His cock falls from between your lips, then, and you moan loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear you. He slaps your ass again, and it’s hard. “Shut up.” he warns. “I won’t let you cum if you do that again.”

The warning is enough to make you focus yourself on his pleasure. His mouth is making your toes curl and your head become emptier than even he thought possible. Tears begin to flow from your eyes as you do all you can to prioritise him and keep your moans to yourself.

Your throat tightens and constricts the more you withhold. You can’t control it fully, still humming around him. It’s somewhat calculated, yes. But the thought of being caught or ratted out to Megumi is making him a little more cautious. Then again, if he really didn’t wanna be caught, he wouldn’t be fucking his sons best friend in the backyard.

He pulls away, still curling his fingers into your g-spot as his face shimmers from your sticky folds. “Can’t believe you called me daddy you little slut,” he spanks you. “That’s right, isn’t it baby? You’re daddy’s dumb little slut.”

“Mhmm!” you mewl. “Mmm, mmm, mmm~!” you whine as you begin to unfurl. Your cunt squeezes hard enough to almost break his fingers, though it doesn’t deter him from devouring you whole. He begins to thrust up into your mouth, and he shoots ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum between your drool soaked lips.

Neither of you move, both exhausted from the overwhelming release.

“Wh— Did that just… happen?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Sure did,” he laughs, slapping your ass as he does. “You need to give me your number, baby. I gotta be able to text you when Megumi ain’t home.”

“Hm…” you consider it. “Why would I come over again when Megumi isn’t here?”

“God, princess, you really can’t think why? Daddy wants to be able to split your pussy open on his cock whenever he wants. Don’t want Megumi home for that, do ya baby?”

“N-No…” you sigh dreamily, closing your eyes as you finally move to lie comfortably beside him. “You better fuck me next time!”

“Next time?” he grins. “Megs won’t be home for a few hours. I’ll fuck you in a few minutes, sweetheart.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[cameronsbabydoll]

SCC!READER’S WEEKLY SCHEDULE + OUTFITS

summer vacation edition!

monday — travel day

morning: up at 6am packing last-minute things for everyone (even though rafe’s assistant already did most of it) — still triple checking toothbrushes, blankies, hair ties. rafe finds you in the closet zipping bags and smirks like “you know we have people for this, right?” but you just hum and keep going.

afternoon: on the private jet. rafe's in a linen shirt, cigar already lit, one hand scrolling emails while your daughter braids your hair beside you. your eldest son gives you his hoodie when you shiver — you’re curled up with the baby asleep on your chest, flipping through a glossy magazine you won’t finish.

evening: arrival at the villa. white curtains blowing in the breeze, marble floors, the sea in the distance. the baby won’t leave your hip. your daughter runs barefoot into the house yelling “mama! come see!” and rafe’s tipping a bellhop to carry everything while muttering under his breath about the heat.

tuesday — villa life

morning: everyone’s in swimsuits by 10am. you made pancakes with the kids while rafe was outside drinking his espresso shirtless. your daughter begged you to match her, so you’re both in floral two-pieces and matching scrunchies.


afternoon: the boys are in the pool. your eldest keeps splashing his little brother to make him laugh. you’re on the lounger with a sunhat and lip gloss, humming to yourself while rubbing lotion into your legs. rafe walks past and slaps your thigh, muttering, “jesus, woman. keep laying there like that and we’re not leavin’ the house.”

evening: seafood dinner under the stars. wine, candlelight, tired kids. your baby falls asleep in your lap, sticky with fruit. rafe pulls your chair close to his like he can’t help it, tucks his hand under your dress when no one’s looking.

wednesday — day trip + beach

morning: hired boat to visit nearby islands. rafe and the eldest are helping with the baby while your daughter clings to your side on the boat, squealing about dolphins. you’re holding a parasol.

afternoon: little beach cove picnic. you’re hand-feeding everyone watermelon slices while rafe leans back in the shade, sunglasses on, smirking like he owns the place. the baby’s drooling on you. you couldn’t care less.

evening: you’re massaging aloe into sunburned shoulders and your daughter’s brushing your hair after her bath like it’s her job. rafe watches from the balcony with a drink in hand, cigar burning down slow.

thursday — luxury shopping + gelato

morning: you and the kids go shopping in the town nearby. your daughter skips beside you in a ruffle dress and the boys trail behind. your eldest son stays close, hand on your back while crossing streets, carrying your bags like a gentleman.

afternoon: gelato outside in the sun. rafe shows up late, smug and tan and tossing his keys to the valet like he’s the mafia. he puts a hand on your waist and calls you “sweet girl” like it doesn’t make your knees wobble.

evening: bath time chaos. sand everywhere. you’re rinsing the baby’s curls, humming under your breath. rafe walks in to check on you, leans against the doorframe, watching the whole thing with his shirt half-unbuttoned.

friday — lazy morning + late night swim

morning: you’re making eggs in the kitchen in a nightgown. rafe walks by and mutters, “jesus christ. you’re gonna kill me one day.” the kids are half-dressed and running around. your daughter asks to do your makeup. you say yes.

afternoon: nap time — the villa is quiet for once. you fall asleep with the baby curled against you and your daughter drawing with markers on your arm.

evening: late night beach walk. you’re barefoot, holding rafe’s hand, both of you watching your kids splash in the dark waves. he tells you you’re beautiful, like it’s a confession. you believe him.

saturday — family excursion + spa night

morning: everyone’s up early for a guided tour — rafe booked it (grumbling about “family bonding”) but acts like he hates it. the kids are in matching hats and you packed snacks in a woven tote because you’re a real mom. your daughter won’t leave your side, pointing at animals like “mama look! mama look!!”

afternoon: the sun wears everyone out. your eldest son helps carry the baby, even though he’s sweaty and over it. rafe’s behind you with a hand on your lower back and sunglasses pushed up in his hair like a rich, annoyed husband who’d rather be having sex than listening to facts about flamingos.

evening: spa night for the family — you booked it, obviously. rafe pretends he doesn’t care, but sits there like a smug king with a cold towel on his face and his legs in the water. you’re in a plush robe, sipping cucumber water with your daughter painting your nails with shaky little hands. the baby falls asleep on your chest mid-mani.

sunday — slow morning + fancy dinner

morning: breakfast outside, hot coffee, everyone in pajamas still. the baby’s in your lap spooning yogurt into your mouth because “mama taste?” and your daughter’s laying on your shoulder like a sleepy kitten. rafe is quiet. sunglasses on. watching it all like he doesn’t want to blink.

afternoon: lounging in the shade. family movie indoors with all the windows open. the kids pile on top of you like you’re a couch and rafe lets it happen. you nap with them all tangled in your lap while he finishes his cigar and handles a few work calls nearby.

evening: last-night dinner. everyone dresses up. you’re in something silk and soft, rafe in a dark shirt with his watch glinting in the low light. your eldest son walks with you arm-in-arm, like you’re royalty. rafe pulls your chair out for you and keeps his hand on your thigh the whole meal.
you all toast with lemonade and wine. your daughter kisses your cheek. the baby tugs your necklace. and rafe — smug, graying, loyal — says it’s his favorite trip so far.

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

I have to know- can Doey swim? Like at all? I mean no shame if he can't I'm just dying to know one way or the other.

The written "Can Do!" & "No Can Do's" on the boys' notes are as follows:

CAN DO!

⁠–Stay in the shade (THAT COMPLETELY FITS HIS ENTIRE SELF!) ⁠–Use an umbrella if going for a walk or whatever (specifically a parasol but AN UMBRELLA!) ⁠–Stay hydrated with water (Moisturization Purposes & he can get soaked as to also soften his body whilst relaxing, playing, etc.) ⁠–Use a “floatie,” preferably either a really big inflatable or the donut float, for engaging in water activities (A STEP CLOSER TO WATER, BUT DO BE CAREFUL AS TO NOT FALL!) ⁠–Have fun collecting seashells and gathering hermit crabs (for building and giving homes or even constructing a civilization for the little critters.) ⁠–Use a spray bottle and water gun for fun and protection. Use it responsibly. (SOMETIMES SOME JERKS TRY TO MESS AROUND WITH US! Be easy on the youngins though.)

NO CAN DO.

⁠–Go into the water (HE CANNOT SWIM, HE WILL SINK—WE'RE TALKING 900 POUNDS OF PLAYDOUGH! HE MIGHT ALSO BECOME ONE WITH THE SEA! IF HE STAYS FOR TOO LONG, LIKE IN THE POOL, HE'LL BECOME DENSER AND STICKY AND MIGHT CLOG THE DRAIN PIPE SYSTEM IN A WAY!!! So, let's save the trouble in advance.) ⁠–Stay under the sun for a long time (LEADS TO DRYNESS AND CRACKING, COULD LEAD TO MELTING DEPENDING ON THE SUN'S HEAT TEMPERATURE AND TIME BEING OUT IN THE SUN!) ⁠–Step foot on sand (He doesn't mind a few grains of it, BUT A PATCH OF IT GETTING STUCK ONTO HIM, ITS A PAIN TO GET IT OFF AND IF HE STARTS TO MELT AND SHIFT BACK, THE SAND WILL STICK ONTO HIM AND BEING CRUSTY WHILST MOVING AROUND IS UNPLEASANT—The hot sand might also "burn" his foot, so wear the sandals!)

[kairismess]

summer heat.

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・:〃➜ with how hot the summer is getting, your favorite boys need some way to cool down and relax . . . preferably with you by their side.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ft. HAIKYUU BOYS – kenma, hinata, and suna.

KENMA.

it doesn't take long for kenma to start heaving, panting, and sweating underneath the heat of the deadly hot rays of the sun. he doesn't think he can last 5 more minutes under the sun with how hot the summer's been, even under the shade of the cute cat-themed parasol you bought for the two of you at the beach, this boy is still sweating an awful lot, reaching for your somehow cool, pool of melted ice for a cooler, for a pack of apple juice.

"is there... any more left..." your pudding haired boyfriend heaved with a raspy voice, clenching to the crumpled, empty plastic juice packet. you look into the box full of melted ice and wince as you break the news to him that he just drank his last apple juice box. the poor boy whimpers silently as he feels the sweat pool on the back of his shirt, and since you felt bad, you got up and dusted the sand off your lap, your hand extended out to him as the heat starts to get to him.

"a swim...?" he meekly repeats after you, his cheeks flushing with warmth rushing to his face, either from embarrassment or from the intense heat of the sun. you nod as you wait for his answer, with him taking your hand weakly, slowly pulling you closer to him with a smile. "...alright, alright, i'll take a dip in the water... but just a few minutes of cuddles...?" he pleads, his golden almond eyes begging for you to hold him to keep him from falling apart from the sheer ruthlessness of the heat.

HINATA.

hinata isn't usually one to complain about the weather, but with the rise of the past week's temperature, he's been pretty much exhausted every time he goes out; and it's a big bummer, because he so badly wants to take you out on a date and enjoy some sceneries together, go to the beach, have a nice dinner with you... but the heat makes you both too lazy to get out of the house.

he can't emphasize to you how much he wants to go out with you, while being in front of the fan, sweating a storm. you try to reassure him and tell him you two don't have to go out to enjoy each other's company, but your little tangerine wants the best date for you after being abroad for a long while and having to focus on his volleyball career and training months prior.

while your sunshine sulks about not being able to take you out, you scoop up a couple of bowls of ice cream for the two of you, handing one of the bowls to him. you explain to him that, even though you also want to go out with him, you don't need all those fancy outings to be happy with him–you're more than happy sharing some ice cream with him on a hot day.

you have no idea just how happy you made him, because it was like the clouds parted from the sun, and the room got five times warmer with the growth of his shining smile. "y-yeah! i guess i feel the same way too... i mean, all i want is to make you happy, the where doesn't really matter, all that matters to me is your happiness, love." he beams, and though you try to warn him his ice cream will melt, he doesn't mind, because his ice cream will stay sweet no matter how melty it'll get; for now, all he wants to focus on is you and how adorable you look eating up your ice cream... maybe hoping to feed you some on your spoon.

SUNA.

your boyfriend suna is usually calm, cool, and collected; making it hard for you to know what it is he wants or is feeling. but the nasty highs the temperature outside is reaching brings out the hidden character of your usually composed boyfriend, though in a manner you wouldn't expect.

it's a no-brainer that the heat can make someone a bit lazy to move their body to get things done, and your boy understands that too much, that he wants you to give yourself a break and cool off for a little bit from your chores at home and suffer from the intense heat.

and how would he get you to do that? by offering the perfect at home date between you two in your room–with a tv show to binge, a closet full of snacks, a minifridge full of cool drinks, and the AC on blast with him and your pillows and stuffed animals waiting for you.

"hey, um..." he calls out to you in his gravelly voice, gently grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer to him. his pale green eyes gazing at you, with neediness in those orbs of his. "i turned on the AC, and since, y'know, that recent show you've wanted to binge just released all episodes available, and the snack bar we have in our room is stacked up... why not take a break from the chores and just chill out with me, babe?" and how could you say no to his desperate pleading face?

[slushycoookie]

Kinktober Day 18 ~ Aphrodisiacs

Ryomen Sukuna x AFAB! Reader

Summary: You and Sukuna drink something that leads you two to get it on.

A/N: Uhhh so I went a little overboard with this one. That's why it's a bit longer than the other prompts. Enjoy!

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“Here, try this.”

You hand Sukuna a cup of tea, smile wide and bright.

He takes a sip, his chest rumbling as it trails down his throat. “It’s adequate.”

That was enough for you as you drank while enjoying the sunlight. You suggested to your lord to take a nice picnic by the lake. Lately, you’ve noticed his muscles tense at the stress he’s experienced dealing with his council. Dealing with how to terrorize nearby villages and slaughtering innocents was taking a toll on him.

It took a few tries for him to come out and spend time with you, using the excuse of his “toys” needing satisfaction as well.

The grumpiness was disappearing from his face, so it must’ve worked.

You contacted Uraume for some suggestions of teas that would put Sukuna in a happier mood. They provided you with a couple of options, and you settled on a tea that tasted like peach and a hint of something else you couldn’t recognize.

“It’s a beautiful day, right?” You ask after finishing your tea. Sukuna only hums, letting a silence linger. You didn’t want to make the air more awkward so you continue. “I’m glad you were able to come out with me today. I can’t remember the last time you went outside.”

“Yesterday, I went to raid a nearby village.”

“At night.”

“I still managed to grab this fresh air you weaklings insist on.”

You purse your lips, “But this is different. You’re in the sun.”

Once again, he hums and decides to stay silent. You leave him alone, indulging in the treats the servants brought. The taste of chocolate lingers on your tongue. A cool breeze blows through your robe, providing more satisfaction to your warm body.

The sun's rays bear down on your skin, making you burn up even more. Sukuna has a parasol right next to him, providing a reasonable amount of shade. You shift closer to him. His eyes are closed, also taking in the fresh air. You do your best not to disturb him once more.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” You quickly say, “I wanted some shade.”

You held up the teapot, asking if he wanted some more. He declined, going back to absorbing the fresh air. You drank from your second cup and enjoyed the taste. Another breeze circled around you, cooling you off even more. You realized you were sweating.

Not in the sense of burning up due to extreme heat, but light perspiration. A fluttering feeling pools in your stomach, and you squeeze your thighs together. You glance over at Sukuna, who was still at peace. The sun hits his head, and you notice sweat around it. But maybe it was warm in his eyes.

The refreshing lake nearby looked appealing to you.

“I'm going to take a dip in the lake. You want to join me?”

Sukuna grunts, arms folded. “No.”

You shrugged before making your way over. The endless layers left a trail behind you as you took a dip. The cold water made you shiver, but it was much better than the shade. You went in deeper, the water reaching your neck. You didn’t know why your body heated up, and you couldn't recall anything you had that could make you that way besides the tea.

Ripples in the water formed beside you as Sukuna came in. His muscular body already decorated with the water droplets on his skin.

“My body is burning up.”

“So is mine…”

“What did you do to me?” Sukuna’s gigantic form towers over you, face not pleased with a hint of something else.

“Nothing! We were just drinking tea and enjoying the day.” Your legs buckled at his aura, your core fluttering as you admired how attractive he looked, despite him having an inkling to murder you. Something hard brushed against you, noticing his two cocks poking your stomach. Was it seeing your naked body that got him this aroused? But he's seen it before.

Sukuna grabs your neck to press your body along his and tilts it back so he could connect with your lips.

This was what you needed as you gripped his shoulders, moaning along his lips with a twinge of desperation. Kissing as if it was the one thing that could satiate you. Sukuna still dominates over you, but his lips weren't as precise or controlling.

He lifts you, angling you over his cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders, unsure if you were ready to take him.

“I need you…”

“I'm not sure if I-” When your lord slipped into you, your head went back in ecstasy. This wasn't the first time you've had sex with Sukuna, but this time was different. He was able to slide in effortlessly, your cunt slick enough for him to slide out easily if he wanted to.

In the lake, Sukuna did all the work. Moving you up and down on his shaft, his second cock occasionally bumping along your ass cheeks. Your mouth gaped, eyes crossed at the intoxicating pace he set. Your nipples brushed along his chest, causing you to whimper. Sukuna’s growls rumbled across your body, adding to your already fucked-out demeanor.

“So slick…fuck…” His voice was laced with extreme desire, never sounding like this in all your months with him.

With each meeting of your hips, a thumb rubbed your clit. The bud was already sensitive due to whatever you had, your thighs squeezing his waist, your body getting hotter.

“R-Right there…”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Sukuna grunts, still rubbing your clit while his tip bumps along your cervix. His thrusts were losing rhythm, unable to keep that proper pace he had before. “I'm…coming-”

His only warning before unleashing his load inside you. The hands on your hips were tight enough to give you bruises. Sukuna hardly orgasms first during your times together. Maybe something was wrong.

You didn't get to wonder as he carried you out of the water. Ignoring the remnants of water droplets when he sits down on the blanket. Your eyes go wide at his still-hard cocks.

“Sit.”

You take your position by straddling his faces, prepared to hover. But he grabs your sides, making you fully sit on them. Sukuna gets to work lapping at your clit. The orgasm you were about to experience the first time hit you with full force. Your body quivering in minutes. Sukuna’s pleased groan sends shivers up your spine.

He didn't stop, his tongue parting your folds and diving into your sweet hole, not wanting you to move. Instead, he was giving you a show, his hands stroking his two cocks at the same time. The cum beading around the tip, falling to his shaft. It made your stomach flip at the sight, wishing you could replace your hand and mouth.

“My lord…” You whimpered as he started sucking on your clit. “M-May I uh, touch…you?”

A grunt pierced your ears, unsure if it was a yes or no. But his hands moved, bending you down to replace them. Your mouth quickly latched on to his first cock, sucking off any remnants of his pre cum. Your hand stroked the other, sloppy and messy, wanting to make sure he gets his satisfaction too.

You know you're doing a good job when Sukuna bucks his hips up into you. His faces still buried in your soaked cunt. You squirm while his cock is still in your mouth. The heat in your body rising again, feeling his tongue prod your cunt. His loud groans show you that he’s almost there too. You gag on his shaft, the motion enough to make him cum once more. His seed coating your mouth and face.

While swallowing his seed, your thighs clench around his faces, your climax taking you by surprise. Your lord lapping up your juices as much as he could.

You roll over into the grass, your cunt aching like you wanted more.

“We should continue this in my chambers.”

Sukuna carries you and drapes you over his shoulders, placing his robe on top of you before striding back home.

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[dapandapod]

Swimming trunk mishaps

Happy birthday @firefly-party my lovely wifi!! Truthfully, this is not the actual gift, but a mini one to cover up my poor poor time management... Based on true events, read more about that on Ao3.... WELL anyway, enjoy this little madness <3

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Eddie has never been to a waterpark.

First of all, chlorine is terrible for the metal look. Secondly, swimming trunks are superior to speedos. Alright, that depends on the person, but mostly, no, speedos are a sin not even Eddie will commit.

Steve, however, is welcome to.

From the shade of a parasol and with a sugary, overpriced drink in his hand, Eddie watches over his sunglasses how Steve stretches before diving into the pool. He is not the only one watching, go figure, but sue him, it's a nice view.

Eddie is perfectly happy wearing trunks, however, black one with skulls, thank you very much.

The water park they are in has two diving towers and three water slides, a kiddie pool where Eddie very graciously pointed Dustin and the gang (who ignored him) and an exercise pool, where Steve of course started their day.

Robin is to Eddie's left, sipping her own drink and looking at the people around them.

"We are a looong way from Kansas, Toto," Eddie smirks, noticing how Robin's gaze follows a brown haired woman in a black swimming suit.

"Shut up," Robin hisses back, smacking him with the book she was pretend-reading to and fro for the last twenty minutes. "And stop staring at Steve. It's gross."

"Nah," Eddie's smirk turns into a grin. "We are here to enjoy ourselves, are we not?"

Robin mock gags, then immediately stops as the brunette from before turns to look at her.

Not long after, Steve makes an appearance again, hair slicked back and skin glistening in the sun, which is a kind way of saying he is sopping wet.

"Bet you don't dare go down that water slide," Steve challenges them both, and Eddie makes a show of looking down his nose over his sunglasses.

"Not everybody lost their brain cells in high school, baby," Eddie drawls.

"Lost mine to Russians," Robin says easily, which is a wild thing to say, standing up and putting her things aside.

"Fiiiine," Eddie sighs, then suddenly sprints towards the line to the waterslide to be there first.

A life guard yells at him not to run, but Eddie makes it before the other and stands in line victoriously.  When the other two catch up to him, Eddie gives a graceful bow.

"Ladies first," and allows Robin to step in front of him. "You too, princess," Eddie winks at Steve, who rolls his eyes and brings his speedo-covered ass before Eddie in the line, just as planned.

Which in this case means having Steve's well shaped ass at eye level as they climb the stairs to the... admittedly very, very high water slide.

The speedos in question have been traveling, to Eddie's complete delight, but Steve soon ruins the show.

He pulls at them, and for a moment Eddie sees more than any bystander should see, before snapping back into place, decidedly out of ass crack territory.

Of course Steve notices him staring, to which Eddie feels his face flush as Steve smirks at him.

As much as Eddie bickers and teases, Steve never shoots him down, which gives him a thrill each time, and pushes him to grow bolder.

Some time ago, Steve came to terms with liking both genders, and since then, Eddie has upped his game.

From the top, Eddie can see most of the park. He notices Dustin, the little shit, stealing Eddie's towel and running off with it. As Robin gets into position on the slide, getting instructions from the staff on how to sit, Eddie plots revenge.

Robin falls down the slide with a loud "IIIIIIEEE" sound, and they both watch her flail as the slide lunges her into the air for a few seconds, before landing with a big splash.

Steve is next in line, all long, tanned limbs as he sits down, the water rippling over him as he sits as instructed.

Just before sliding down, Steve turns to give Eddie a wink, which almost makes his heart stop, then Steve is gone with a whoop.

Eddie watches him go with decidedly less flailing, and Steve makes a half turn before he dives into the pool below.

"Alright sir, please sit down like on the picture and hold on to the handles until the light is green," Eddie is told by the bored employee. He sits down, water cold against his skin, and the current strong.

The drop is... more significant when you sit in this angle, but Eddie swallows hard and grits his teeth. No more Eddie the coward.

When the light turns green, Eddie pulls himself down the slide. The water splashes up on his face, hitting him in the face and making him splutter.

The extra speed from hoisting himself forward puts him off balance, and the ride is decidedly less graceful than planned. He feels himself shift, the currents tugging at his hair, his trunks, water finding its way up his nose.

The last dip before the slide angles up to toss him into the air, Eddie realizes he's in trouble. Apparently he doesn't have enough core strength to keep his torso straight, and he feels himself fold in half, knees coming up somewhere around his ears. For a moment he is airborne, and his back stings as he breaks the surface with a loud splash.

The world goes muffled and loud, and it takes him a second to locate what is up and what is down. He manages mainly by someone grabbing his arm and tugging him upwards, and with a gasp to rival any mermaid, Eddie emerges, hair sticking to his eyes and face, making breathing so much harder.

Steve quickly pulls him away from the landing area, and not being a water creature, Eddie clings to him. So much for having all his brain cells.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks, and Eddie nods, dipping his head under water to slick his hair back and out of his face instead.

When he comes up again, Steve is grinning at him, but not the good kind of grin.

"So. Got some manscaping done, huh?" Steve asks, and all the color drains from Eddie's face.

He thought  the pool was a little too cold, that his legs were a little too free. Looking down only confirms it.

Black skull trunks gone .

"Fuck fuck fuck, shit, Jesus, fuck, shit," Eddie mumbles, like the wordsmith he is, letting go of Steve to cover himself with his hands, looking around desperately for his swimming trunks. There is no way he can get out of the pool like this, and fucking Dustin took his fucking towel, shit!

"Didn't think I'd get to see that before the third date," Steve says casually, and Eddie's neck does a turn that would make the girl in The Exorcist proud,  staring at Steve in complete and utter disbelief.

"I just showed my entire ass and then some to the entire water park," Eddie informs Steve, as if he wasn't there, because maybe he wasn't, or he landed on his head somehow.

"Yeah, man. Never quite saw that diving style before. Ass first, family jewels second. You need more sun, you’re way too pale."

Eddie opens and closes his mouth a few times, and is saved from a comeback when Robin comes over to them with, thank Christ, his black trunks with skulls.

"I think I prefer no brain cells to no swimming trunks," Robin says cheerily, decidedly not looking in his direction while holding up the trunks somewhere to Eddie's far left. "This is why I'm gay, by the way."

"Hey," Eddie protests, snatching the trunks from her and struggles to put them on without hopefully more people noticing.

"Me too," Steve grins, meeting Eddie's eyes again, and Robin mock gags, back still turned.

They don't go down the slide again, but Eddie manages to take his vengeance on the towel thief by breaking into Dustin's locker and dipping all his socks in water before putting them back and locking it again to cover his tracks. He is a professional after all.

He is about to leave when Steve comes into the changing rooms, quickly looks around, and pulls Eddie into one of the small, messy bathrooms.

He doesn't protest, allowing himself to be tugged along, and when Steve locks the door behind them and pushes Eddie up against it, kissing him deeply, Eddie protests even less. Warm skin pressed against his own, hot lips teasing his open, swallowing the low groan that escapes him, Eddie is dizzy with the turn of events but he sure as fuck is not complaining.

They can't stay long, but Steve holds him there long enough to get his point across, Eddie's hands on his lower back, just teasing the hem of his speedos. Steve shows no such mercy, he pushes a leg between Eddie's knees and dives his hands into his trunks, palming at Eddie's ass.

"Been wanting to do that for months ," Steve murmurs against his cheek, giving a pleased sound as Eddie returns the favor, grabbing the globes of his ass and grinding against him.

"Got some catching up to do, baby," Eddie agrees, feeling himself grow a semi, which is not a good thing while in a water park.

After a few minutes, Steve lets him out, but remains in the bathroom to cool off.

Robin eyes Eddie suspiciously when he returns, most likely noticing how his lips are swollen and how he is walking three feet off the ground with giddiness.

"Ew," is all she has to say about it, and when Steve comes back out with a matching look, she repeats it, louder. "EW."

All in all, water park day was a success. Dustin managed to put on one sock before noticing it was wet, Robin somehow (read; Steve's fantastic wingman skills) got the number to the browned haired girl she was drooling over most of their visit, and Eddie, well.

Eddie is having a visitor over tonight.

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Harry on holiday with the fam and the bubba is being really ratty because he’s tired so harry decided to take him for a walk in his stroller to try and get him to fall asleep.

Tired Baby Styles.

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in which, you, harry and your one and a half year old son, elliott are holidaying in spain, where your little one won’t go down for his afternoon nap, so your boyfriend comes up with an idea to get him to doze off.

In the heart of a picturesque coastal paradise, the sun-drenched atmosphere of a perfect holiday unfurls. As you step into the scene, the gentle rustling of palm trees draws your attention skyward. Their emerald fronds dance in harmonious rhythm with the ocean breeze, casting dappled shadows on the poolside oasis below.

Beside the sparkling cerulean waters of the hotel swimming pool, a symphony of joyous laughter fills the air. A group of exuberant children, their faces adorned with gleeful smiles, leap into the cool embrace of the water, their splashes creating iridescent droplets that catch the sun's golden rays. Each joyful jump adds to the melody of excitement echoing across the pool area.

Lounge chairs adorned with vibrant towels are strategically arranged around the pool's periphery. Here, holidaymakers bask in the warmth of the sun's affectionate caress, their skin kissed by the sun's radiant glow. Their languid postures bear witness to the relaxation that accompanies these precious moments of reprieve from everyday life. Colorful parasols dot the scene, offering a sanctuary of shade to those seeking solace from the sun's fiery embrace.

As the sun's warm embrace envelops the scene, your heart flutters with a familiar sense of contentment. Beside you, your boyfriend of three years, Harry, lounges on a sun-bed, his magnetic presence amplified by the vibrant surroundings. His captivating gaze meets yours, the unspoken connection between you two as strong as ever.

Harry's trademark long hair is gathered into a casual man bun, showcasing the effortless elegance that has become synonymous with his style. The strands that escape the bun shimmer like spun gold, catching the sunlight in a breathtaking dance. His navy blue swim shorts perfectly complement the azure backdrop, a reflection of both the sea and the sky.

Tattoos, each one a piece of art etched onto his skin, paint a story of his journey and passions. The sun cream delicately applied on them accentuates their intricate designs, turning them into living masterpieces that glow beneath the sun's warm touch. The canvas of his skin becomes a testament to his individuality, every inked mark an expression of his creativity and authenticity.

As the gentle waves provide a soothing symphony, your fingers find their way to entwine with his, a familiar gesture of affection that needs no words. The world around you seems to fade, leaving only the two of you and the timeless tranquillity of this moment.

His eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions, hold yours in a tender gaze that speaks volumes. It's in these quiet, unguarded moments that you're reminded of the depth of your connection, the bond that has grown stronger with each passing day.

As the tranquil embrace of the sun-soaked paradise continues, a sudden shift in the atmosphere ripples through the scene. The melodic lull of the waves falters, and the connection between you and Harry falters for a brief moment. The cause of this disruption is your one and a half year old son, Elliot, whose tired cries pierce through the serene ambiance.

The cries grow louder, and your attention is drawn away from the shared moment to the source of the distress. At the edge of the pool area, you spot Elliot, his tiny face flushed with frustration and exhaustion. The vibrant glow of his blue eyes, a mirror of your own, is marred by glistening tears, reflecting his fatigue and the frustration of a disrupted slumber.

With swift concern, Harry shifts his position on the sun-bed, his tattooed arms extending towards you as if to offer his support. Your fingers reluctantly disentangle from his, a reluctant separation born out of parental instinct. As you approach your distressed son, the cooling breeze seems to carry away the tranquillity that once enveloped the scene.

Bending down to scoop Elliot into your arms, you hold him close, his small frame trembling with fatigue. His sobs echo in your ears, a heartbreaking melody that resonates with the challenges of parenthood. Despite the picturesque surroundings, the most important moment right now is attending to the needs of your son, who has endured a restless night.

As Elliot's cries persist, a sense of helplessness begins to tug at your heart. Despite your best efforts, his sobs show no signs of abating. It's in this moment of shared concern that Harry's soothing presence becomes a lifeline.

With a tender understanding in his eyes, Harry suggests, "M’heart, why don't I take him f’a walk in his stroller? Maybe a change of scenery will help him settle, and y’could use some rest too, considering how the night went."

Touched by his thoughtfulness, you nod appreciatively, your weariness evident in your eyes. Gently handing over Elliot to Harry's awaiting arms, you feel the warmth of his embrace envelop your son. Elliot's cries seem to soften as he nestles against his father's chest, finding comfort in the familiar heartbeat that has always been a source of solace.

With a delicate touch, Harry secures Elliot into his stroller, his gentle hands fastening the buckles with practised ease. As he leans over, his soothing voice fills the air, "Alright, little buddy, we're going f’a walk. Let's see if we can calm down, yeah?"

Elliott's cries continue, a mixture of exhaustion and the desire to be held evident in every sob. The tiny hands that reach out towards Harry's face tug at his heartstrings, and he leans in to brush his lips against Elliott's forehead.

"I know, mate. I know. It's alright," he coos, his voice a soothing melody that dances in the air.

Harry's fingers linger for a moment on Elliott's cheek, a brief caress that conveys love and understanding. With one last reassuring glance, Harry begins to push the stroller, the wheels gliding smoothly along the path. "We're just going f’a little walk, Eli. You'll feel better soon, I promise."

However, the cries persist, growing louder in their protest. Elliott's eyes, pools of innocence and longing, search Harry's face as if pleading to be scooped up into his father's arms. Harry's brow furrows with concern, his heart aching at the sight of his son in distress.

"I know y’want to be held, buddy," he murmurs, his fingers gently brushing Elliott's cheek. "But sometimes a walk can help. You'll see."

Elliott's cries escalate, and Harry's resolve softens. With a tender sigh, he comes to a stop and kneels beside the stroller.

"Alright, alright," he concedes, his voice a mixture of love and amusement. "You win, pal. Y’can come into daddy’s arms."

As he carefully lifts Elliott from the stroller, the little one's sobs gradually subside into sniffles. The warmth of Harry's embrace, the steady rhythm of his heart, provides the comfort that Elliott had been seeking.

"There we go," Harry murmurs, his lips brushing against Elliott's fuzzy head. "Sometimes all y’need is a cuddle, huh?"

Elliott's fingers curl into the fabric of Harry's shirt, his cries softening into whimpers as he nuzzles against his father's chest. With a determined resolve, Harry straightens up and looks towards you, offering a reassuring smile. "I'll walk him until he falls asleep, then I'll bring him back. Don't worry, m’love."

As they slowly move away from the poolside

With Elliott nestled in his arms, Harry's touch is a gentle and soothing presence against the little one's back. The rhythmic motion of his hand, moving up and down in a comforting caress, matches the cadence of his footsteps as he begins to walk around the hotel. The atmosphere in the reception area is hushed, a backdrop of understated luxury that contrasts with the earlier scene by the pool.

As they traverse the hotel's elegant corridors, Harry's soft voice hums a tune that's both tender and familiar. The reception staff offer knowing smiles, a nod to the shared experiences of parenthood. Harry's strides are purposeful yet gentle, a dance of patience and care as he navigates each turn and hallway, his focus solely on the slumbering bundle in his arms.

Passing by the tennis courts, the sound of a playful match echoes in the distance. The rhythmic thud of balls and the occasional laughter form a comforting symphony that blends seamlessly with the ambiance of the moment. Harry's gaze shifts briefly, his eyes catching the lively scene before he returns his attention to Elliott.

As they continue their journey, the soft glow of the indoor bar beckons like a haven. The polished wooden floors beneath their feet create a muted melody, the rhythmic tapping of Harry's steps a quiet rhythm that harmonises with the calm of the evening. It's here, surrounded by the ambient light and the low murmur of conversations, that Elliott's eyelids begin to droop.

As they step into the bar, the air carries the scent of aged wood and the promise of relaxation. Harry's hand continues its soothing motion, now softer and slower, his voice a tender whisper.

"Almost there, little mate," he murmurs, his eyes fixed on the peaceful expression that gradually settles on Elliott's face.

In the dim light, they find a quiet corner, a shelter within the embrace of the hotel's interior. Harry eases himself into a plush armchair, still cradling Elliott against his chest. The vibrations of his voice hum against Elliott's ear, a lullaby of security and warmth. And then, as if the journey had been leading to this moment, Elliott's eyes flutter closed.

A tranquil sigh escapes Harry's lips, a mixture of relief and tenderness. He gazes down at his peacefully slumbering son, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Sleep tight, little man," he whispers, his hand gently cupping the back of Elliott's head.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Lemon-aide

Daryl Dixon x reader

My entry for @ghostboneswrites2's summer challenge! I chose Lemonade as the prompt.

Fluff, slice of life.

🍋 Go join!! The deadline is August 31st 🍋

The summer heat was relentless.

All around the communities were kiddie pools set up, paradols of all sides stood in front yards to create more shade for everyone.

During the day all the children lived out of the pools. Parents stayed on their porch to watch and for a moment the outside world was forgotten.

"Hey girlie, come and bring me some of that good stuff!" One of the young adult residents found it unfair you were watching Grace and Judith at the side of the inflatable pool and bringing them cool lemonade from the fresh fruits in the garden.

"This is for the kids." You stood and pointed at the pitcher in your hands. "Go get your own fruit from the pantry." With a kind gesture of sticking out your tongue you put the pitcher back in the shade of the umbrella you had on the ground next to the pool.

"Auntie, why won't you share?" Grace questioned as she sipped from her cup of lemonade.

"Yeah, it's so warm. Sharing is good!" Judith happily added in her matter of fact tone.

Being stared down by the two little girls had you at a loss for answers. They were way too smart and sassy for their own good.

Right at that moment Daryl came padding over, bare feet, loose jeans and a sleeveless top was his look for the day and if you weren't already melting from the sun, you would be from how good Daryl looked. "Oh, but I'll share." You took a cup and poured it full of lemonade before setting the pitcher back down and heading over to Daryl. "Hey Pookie, want some lemonade?" With the sweetest smile and a little shimmy you offered him the drink which he accepted with a great thanks. "Hmhm, tha's mighty sweet. Both yer offer and the drink, thanks sweetheart."

From the pool, Judith loudly welcomed Daryl back, to which he raised his cup and smiled at her. He followed along as you strode back to sit with the girls again under the shade of the large parasol that covered half of the pool. "You girls got it good, huh. A whole pool to yourselves." Daryl joined you on the ground and immediately got splashed with water.

Judith and Grace were all giggles and smiles as they had the time of their lives, all while you and Daryl shared drinks and glances.

The fun went on until the sun started setting and Aaron and Michonne came to get their daughters for bed

When the two adults returned there was a small campfire going across the street, casting a nice glow over the now dark area.

Daryl had excused himself for a moment as well, and you had almost forgotten the reason if you hadn't looked up at the night sky and saw the moon hang high and full among the stars set in darkness.

By now you were laying down on your back, stargazing in the grass with all the sun screens now closed again. It was so peaceful you hadn't even noticed Daryl coming back until he flopped down next to you, panting like crazy.

"Oh, you poor guy.." you sat up and ruffled his fur. "All that fluff must be torture for you now."

Daryl gave you a theatrical whine in return. "Yeahh.. so bad." While you were busy feeling bad for him he had his jaws around the cup at your side and threw his head back to down the sweet lemonade.

"Hey! That was mine, you ass." You frowned as you snatched the cup from his mouth. "If you're so hot go take a dip in the river." You wiped the drool of the cup with the bottom of your shirt and moved to fill it again.

Your back was turned for only a second when a large splash of water hit you. You were drenched in a second.

"Oh you little..." Turning around to smack him you saw Daryl lay curled up in the kiddie pool, a content look on his face and lazily blowing bubbles with his nose half under water. "Happy now?"

His head rose slightly, showing you a big smile. "Hmhmm yeah."

Not long after it wasn't as nice anymore. Daryl had moved his head over the inflated pool edge and poked your cup with his nose. "Please."

You rolled your eyes at him but agreed, giving him the small cup of lemonade before he went to grab at the pitcher. "Come on. S'too hot.." Daryl gave you the biggest puppy eyes he could and easily won you over.

"Fine, you win. Gimme a second." You got up and made your way inside the house, leaving Daryl confused by your sudden departure.

Inside you went to find the biggest container for water and filled it up, having found a round plastic tub that was a perfect makeshift punch bowl. At the counter you made quick work of chopping up lemons and tossed the fruits in the water, squeezing some others out into the water as well.

Taking the thing outside was more difficult than you thought. You had almost forgotten how heavy water got in high quantities.

"Here you go, you big puppy." Right at the edge of the pool you placed the large tub of lemonade down for your furry friend. "Happy now?"

Daryl franticly nodden his head and downed half the tub in one go before coming over to leave lemon flavored kisses all over you. As you struggled to get him off of you he grabbed at your sides with his wet paws and pulled you into the pool with him.

"This is my thanks for bringing you lemonade?" You busied yourself with wiping the hair out of your face and rubbing water from your eyes while Daryl only laughed. "Wanted you too. Also nice and sweet."

You loved that ever since Daryl was allowed to walk around in his changed form he had gotten more confident about himself, but you never thought bringing him some lemonade would have been the turning point for him to admit he liked you.

You were gonna bring him a refreshing drink more often.

A/N: It's been a while since I've entered a challenge! And you know I can't resist writing my AU as long as the challenge allows for it~

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

How are you? I am suffering from the heat.

This Wetnessday you can't deal with the pool closure any longer and try to find creative ways to cool down. After all of them fail to give you the cooling satisfaction you want you take extreme measures. Every day on your way home you see this house that's a bit more secluded from the neighborhood you drive past. No matter which time you drive past there's no one to be seen besides the pool maintenance car in the morning. There's never a light on or another car in the driveway. You assume it's a house of some rich person that just never comes around. If they have pool maintenance they probably have a pool and what harm would it do if you just hopped the fence and used it for a few hours? No one can look into the garden anyways. It's risky but you're desperate. So you park your car a bit away from the house and walk over. After you made sure there's no sign of anyone there and no cameras to be seen you make your way to the fence and hop over it. You're met with a giant pool and an otherwise empty yard. After some time swimming around and cooling off your decision comes to bite you in the butt. Security shows up out of nowhere and drags you out of the pool and into the house. You're led into an office where an extremely hot guy sits, surprised to be met with a woman, still wet from using his pool. Security explains and he sends them out before he gets up and circles you. You can only gulp when you recognize the pretty face of the city's mob boss. "So what on earth moved you to break into one of my save houses and go for a swim?" He asks. You stumble over your explanation which just makes him smirk. "You can use the pool." He says with a smile. You're so happy he's not killing you! "Under a few conditions. One no swimsuit. Two I'll join you. And three you'll have to keep me warm." He smirks at your gulp. Sooner than you'd like you find yourself skinny dipping with the mob boss. Your actual swimming interrupted by having to warm his cock every now and then.

Who's the mob hottie who's definitely not gonna let you go after you offered yourself so sweetly? (I'm excluding the obvious summer babe Ari from the pool of hotties)

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

I'm suffering, as well 😔 I hate the heat, ughh

But OMG, just the other day I was fantasizing about breaking into a fancy residence's backyard to use the swimming pool, only to be caught by the hot owner. So you synced with me!

Deprived of Ari, and also not wanting to say Steve all the time 😆 this time I'm going with...

Andy fits the almost-gentleman mob boss vibe, who is amused by your stunned, stuttering shy mess, but also by the boldness of you jumping the fence just to cool down.

Plus, I bet his swimming pool is really tempting. Not just a simple square in the full sun, but with area surrounded by foliage and shading, with comfy sunbeds and parasols.

Though, it's not hing compared to the white-sand shore of a small, crescent-shaped private beach right next to his secluded beach house. It's a paradise to be in, even if you find yourself there against your will at first. After spending the day having fun with your body in the pool (and then at various places in his house), Andy decides to take a short vacation and you'll be his main entertainment 😏

[cumulo-ghoulll]

Beach Day HC 🏖️

Copia likes to treat his ghouls and ghoulettes to a little vacation every now and again. During the summer, the pack always begs for a beach day.

Dew spends as little time as physically possible in the sun as he complains that he needs to keep his skin as pale as possible. Once he's been chased down by Aether and soaked in suncream, he usually caves and spends the rest of the day sunning on the warmest rock he can find. By the end of the day, he's usually taken off his swim shorts and, once again, has to be chased down by Aether and wrapped in a towel.

Rain spends almost the whole day in the sea. He is a freshwater ghoul so he can't breathe under the sea as long as he usually can in the lake at the ministry. If the beach is empty he'll partially unglamour and swim quite far out. He loves hunting big fish in the deeper parts of the sea and bringing back his catches for Copia. The fish he brings back is normally cooked by Swiss for everyone to eat but Rain prefers to eat his raw.

Mountain likes to collect shells and seaweed and decorate his antlers with his finds. Copia brings a bag for Mount to put his pebbles and shells in. The best thing he ever got from the beach was a pearl Rain had brought back from the seabed. He does go for a little paddle in the sea for a few minutes but only of Rain is there too as Mountain is actually quite scared of the sea and drowning in particular.

Swiss is in charge of the barbeque and he loves it. He brings a ridiculous amount of hotdogs and burgers and ends up cooking Rain's fish too. When he's not cooking, he likes to soak up the sun, not as much as Dew but he likes it none the less. If Copia brings any floats, he gets Rain to drag him around on it as Rain is ridiculously fast in the water. Swiss usually ends up flying off whatever float he's being dragged around on. He also loves recreating "I've lost my diamond earring!!" with Phantom.

Aether is like the dad of the group and that definitely doesn't change at the beach. When he's not being buried by the ghoulettes or sleeping under an umbrella, he helps Phantom learn to swim. Aether's a great swimmer so he doesn't mind teaching Phantom. He does spend a ridiculous amount of time reinflating Phantom's armbands as the bug loves to deflate them. Aether takes the orders for ice cream as well and makes sure everyone gets the ice cream they want.

Phantom prefers to spend most of his time at the beach with the ghoulettes. He absolutely loves making massive and extravagant sand palaces and then jumping into them after. If he's not swimming with Aether, he likes to run around on the shore and more shallow areas of the sea. Phantom prefers to run on all fours still as he's still not completely used to walking upright because of how short of a time he's been Topside compared to everyone else. If Swiss and Copia are in the sea, he loves getting thrown between them (with Aether there to grab him if he doesn't make it all the way)

Cirrus and Cumulus are attached at the hip anyway and that doesn't change at the beach. Cirrus is almost constantly rubbing more sun lotion on Cumulus as she burns incredibly easily. They love playing with the bat and ball Copia brings but have to shout for Rain when the ball goes too far out. Cirrus loves tanning and literally times how long she's on one side for. Meanwhile, Cumulus sits at the edge of the shade with a parasol next to her. Cumulus is usually chugging a coke as well as she gets super dehydrated out in the sun and she has to force Cirrus to drink anything at all.

Aurora and Sunnie tend to hang around with Phantom. Sunnie helps him build his sand palace and Aurora is chief decorator (she has to collect shells to stick on the sides). All three of them usually sneak up to the freezer box while Aether is sleeping and take as many ice creams they can carry. Aurora likes to look around the rock pools and get Sunnie to tell her what the different creatures are.

Copia is usually asleep on his deckchair with his hat covering his face. Occasionally, he can be convinced to be buried in the sand by the ghouls but only if Aether is on standby to dig him out. As much as he loves taking his pack out to the beach, he gets a constant barrage of, "Papa, look!" "Copia! Look what I've got!" "Papa! Tell him to give me that back!" "Papa! You're not watching!!" "PAPA THERE'S SEA WATER IN MY EYES!!" "Copia? Have you seen my sunglasses?" "PAPA THAT CRAB JUST PINCHED MY BUTT!!" "PAPA I JUST GOT STUNG BY A JELLYFISH!! IM GOING TO DIE!!" "C? What's this?" "Copia there's sand in my mouth..." "Papa I just stepped on something sharp." "Papa I left my hat in the car!" "PAPA!! LOOK AT THIS FISH AHAHAHA I CAUGHT IT ALL BY MYSELF!!" "PAPA TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!!" "Copia? I've lost my goggles in the sea." "PAPA I JUST DROPPED MY ICE CREAM!! CAN I HAVE ANOTHER? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NONE LEFT??" "PAPA!! DEW JUST SAID HE HOPES I GET EATEN BY A SHARK." "papa. jaws isn't real, right?" Copia usually leaves with a headache, a sunburn, and a bag of rocks and shells.

[secretwhumplair]

A day at the pool

862 words | Xerxes & Nor (timeline)

Content | Pet whump, mild temperature whump, forced exercise

Notes | Happy heatwave to those who celebrate (most of the northern hemisphere it feels like). Stay hydrated and don't do excessive exercise. If you have the choice :D

Fun point in their (captive) relationship! Fairly settled and "comfortable", but distinctly before Xerxes gets There.

Taglist | @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @melancholy-in-the-morning @snakebites-and-ink

The bungalow Xerxes had rented while they were staying in this town came with a swimming pool, which was a blessing, because the heat was stifling.

A blessing for them, that was. Pet watched as they paddled ungracefully along the length of the pool; at least he was allowed to sit in the shade under their parasol, on the ground next to their sun lounger. Even here, he felt the sweat drip down his back, but he was going to take what he got.

It was a large pool, and he wasn’t surprised when they climbed out at the far end, never the sportiest. The wandered back towards their lounger, in no hurry to get out of the sun now that cool water droplets were running down their body. They were wearing a black-and-white striped swimsuit, like the first Barbie. Pet idly wondered whether it was a deliberate reference, but given even he made the connection, it probably was.

They sat down on the lounger and, without a word, placed a cool hand onto the back of his neck. Pet thankfully leant into the touch. They’d lathered him with sunscreen earlier, so he was already spoiled for touch today, but the cool was extra welcome. They’d given him a bottle of water, but it had long since gone warm.

The sun sparkled blindingly on the pool.

It was a foolish thing to ask, really.

»Master, could I. Just take a quick dip?«

Xerxes, who had taken a sip from their ice-cooled mocktail, raised their eyebrows at him, but they didn’t seem overly annoyed. Probably was to hot for that, anyway. After a moment — long enough he was sure, even after, that it hadn’t occurred to them before — they smiled, and shrugged. »If you do, you’re going to give me at least ten lengths. No breaks.«

At least. Pet had lived with Xerxes long enough to realize what that meant; even just the ten would be pushing it. The water was so tempting, though.

»Actually, I’ve made up my mind.« He’d let the pause get too long; they shooed him off, towards the pool. »Go.«

He should have known better, really. But as he lowered himself into the pool, he found it hard to regret his boldness; it felt heavenly.

He was sure they were watching him as much as he had been watching them before. Not for the same reasons, though.

The first five or so lengths were easy. He was reasonably fit; Xerxes made sure of it. He had to pace himself, knowing what was to come.

He was starting to feel the effort over the next few. By the ninth, he was so glad he was close to done he allowed himself the foolish hope he was actually close to done.

But of course, when he finally finished the tenth, Xerxes stood at the edge of the pool, looking down on him. »Twelve.« Nothing more.

So he pushed himself through another two lengths. His arms were burning.

»Actually, make it the whole twenty.«

He didn’t have time to protest, even if there had been any point. No breaks. He just tried to focus on his breathing, even as it grew quicker, even as his muscles grew heavier with every stroke. This had been such a stupid idea. Most of the time he didn’t even like to be near water, after everything Xerxes had done. He tried to push the thought of going under away. Xerxes would have a guard rescue him if he didn’t make it, they surely wouldn’t let him drown; but that wouldn’t make the experience better.

He couldn’t think about it. His breath was coming short enough as it was.

By fourteen, he was ready to beg, if that had been an option.

At eighteen, Xerxes sat at the edge of the pool, their legs dangling into the water. They caught his wrists in their hands, and he gratefully let himself float in their grip, desperate to catch his breath. They wouldn’t let him out before he finished, and at this point, the cold was starting to get to him as much as the exhaustion, but he needed that break.

They knew that, of course.

When he came back again, they were back on their lounger. No further demands. His arms felt like jelly when he tried to pull himself up out of the water, so he just flopped as far over the pool’s edge as he could manage. He heard Xerxes chuckle. The heat of the flagstones circling the pool now was welcome.

Several minutes passed before he managed to crawl out of the pool and return to his designated spot at their side. He was still catching his breath. His hands fumbled when he opened his bottle for a much-needed swig of water.

»Fan me.« There was a smile in Xerxes’ voice.

There was a fan on the side table, next to their stupid cocktail glass. He opened his mouth, swallowed an Are you out of your mind, and just noted, »I can barely move my arms, Master.«

»Sure you can. It’s just going to suck.«

It wasn’t really torture; he knew that well enough.

[tacticiandrafts]

THE CRUCIFIXION ; Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor Dostoevsky x fem!Reader

Part one / 5.2k words

SYNOPSIS . . . Your plans to lay low as a fugitive in the magical capital of Athlyne are spoiled upon meeting Nikolai, an eccentric conman. Interested in your powers, he introduces you to Fyodor, his charming and mysterious associate. You’ve stepped into his trap before you know it.

CW/TAGS . . . Dark fantasy setting, mentions of drug dependency and a corrupt government, reader is an anxious mess

P.S. ! HELLOOO EVERYNYAN! this is part one of a series (out of ~6 or 7, tentatively). i’m experiencing nikolai fever so i’m excited to continue letting him consume my mind :)

also posted on ao3 @ tactician!

As a light breeze drifted through the window and fanned your hot neck, your eyes fluttered shut. You let the pestle slip from your hand momentarily as you leaned against the counter, shivering as the sweat cooled. From behind you, Dr. Yosano chuckled.

“Letting the heat get to you?”

“Yeah, sorry. This is the last one, though.”

She peered over your shoulder and nodded approvingly as you finished crushing a mixture of ginkgo root and dried centipede. “Looks good.” Counting the bottles neatly tucked away on the shelf above you, she let out a low whistle. “You’re really on top of things today. I thought we’d be behind on orders.”

You grinned, dragging a forearm across your damp hairline. “I’ve got an errand to run, so I thought I might take my leave a bit early.”

She nodded approvingly. “That’s fine with me. Thanks for the hard work.”

You spent a few more minutes helping her box up the orders you had just made and finally straightened your aching back with a groan. A strong arm snaked around your shoulders and you shivered as Dr. Yosano smirked, a dark glint in her eye. “Are you sore? Why don’t you let me take a look, hm?”

A shiver traveled down your spine, and you doubted it had anything to do with the remnants of magical seeds you’d just been working with. You flailed a bit as you slipped from her tightening grip, bounding toward the door to pick up the satchel and parasol you’d thrown on the hook earlier that morning. “No thanks, I should get going. I’ll see you for dinner!” Her dramatic sigh drifted out behind you as the door swung open and closed, the humidity fully enveloping you.

The afternoon sun hung high, occasionally eclipsed by passing clouds. The summer air was thick as the pulp of a blood orange; you cowered under the parasol as you made your way down the street. Even the shade that canopied the area surrounding the apothecary could do little to relieve your discomfort as a damp film coated your skin. 

Auguste Apothecary, the pride and joy of your boss, Akiko Yosano, was nestled by the side of a towering zelkova elm. The massive size of the tree made the building appear dwarfish and shoddy, but its regular customers hardly minded its outward appearance. Though the elite had their own pharmaceutical facilities closer to the palace and Auguste had a bit of a shady reputation, it was located smack dab in the middle of the largest residential district in the capital of Athlyne, so it had likely never experienced a shortage of customers from the day of its opening. 

Dr. Yosano’s pool of patrons wasn’t huge by any means, but no one would dare visit another apothecary after walking into hers. Her knowledge of natural medicine was unmatched and her ingredients, supplied by a talented farming mage, were of the highest quality. Though, you probably would have stayed by her side even if she turned out to be an incompetent fraud. She was sharp and incredibly capable, this was true, but you thought that her kindness and discretion were her finest qualities by far. For that reason, you expected that no one was more loyal to her than you were. 

You had run away from your hometown, located in a distant territory of Athlyne, at age fourteen. Fleeing to an adjacent province and finding work as an apothecary’s assistant in exchange for food and shelter, you lived with a constant knot of anxiety twisting in your stomach, wondering how many days of peace you had left until your family found you. That was, until the Meursault Post arrived on the shop’s doorstep, containing an advertisement for a position at one of the capital’s finest apothecaries with the promise of shelter and a decent salary. Athlyne’s capital was densely populated and located hundreds of miles away from your home—it was your best shot at a halfway normal life. Adrenaline running all the way to your toes, you traveled for two weeks on about half the rations you really needed for such a trip and eventually found yourself collapsed in Auguste’s entryway. In your starved and fearful state, you’d begged Dr. Yosano to take you in, listing every personal merit you could think of, and all she’d done was shrug. Sure, she said nonchalantly, come here and show me what you know. As it turned out, no one else had shown up regarding the position (she was a teenager, only a few years older than you, and everyone else had simply laughed in her face) so she would have hired you no matter what sort of impression you made. Regardless, you could feel simple appreciation and sympathetic care in her every action. After all, she never asked any questions. She had no interest in your origins, nor did she pry when she found you sprawled under the elm tree in the middle of the night, under eyes dark and knees bouncing. She helped you set up your living quarters in one of the cabins behind the building, helped you make dinner every night, and wordlessly prepared a steaming cup of jasmine tea each time you were hit with a bout of insomnia. 

Hitching a ride on the back of a supply cart headed toward the lower market, you thought you might pick up a batch of sweets or a bottle of wine for her.

Your thoughts trailed off as the cart began to head downhill, passing through the open gates into the underground sector of the capital. The air became cooler the further in you went, and you let out a little sight of relief. The streets there were sprawling, narrow, and winding. It was easy to get lost and even easier to find yourself trapped for hours searching for the exit. Though it may have felt a bit claustrophobic, the lower market was far livelier and less sterile than the markets above ground. It was rare to find Count Bram’s police force wandering around there, so the atmosphere was energetic and relaxed, with a variety of talented performers and community-oriented business owners. On top of that, the usually tight regulations on magical powers and objects were far more lenient, so there were certain things you could only see or purchase there.

Dr. Yosano never spoke of it, so you didn’t dare ask, but rumor had it that the lower market was the territory of her former teacher and the previous owner of Auguste Apothecary. Little was known of the shadowy Dr. Mori, but stories often circulated of the scandal that drove him underground. It was said that the apothecary was burned to the ground by the military after numerous reports of malpractice leading to death. It was revealed that he was an unregistered mage, but his imbued medications were so powerful that Count Bram allowed him to run free in the lower market provided that he offered his services to the palace. Left in the ashes of a terrible disgrace, a still teen-aged Dr. Yosano received funding from an anonymous benefactor and rebuilt the apothecary herself. Now, she barely broached the topic of Dr. Mori, but she was outspoken in her disdain for the medications he produced.

Incidentally, these medications were the reason for your errand. If you followed certain whispers, you’d be able to find one of Dr. Mori’s subordinates selling suppressants, pills that blocked your magical ability. You felt guilty for keeping this from Dr. Yosano, but it couldn’t be helped. At the moment, suppressants were your lifeline. Though the apothecary’s ingredients were nothing to sneeze at, you hadn’t yet succeeded in making your own solution with anything close to the same efficacy. Dr. Mori’s methods to make such a medication remained a mystery. 

Jumping off the cart, you weaved through the crowd. Cheers erupted as a man, likely a former member of the traveling Fitzgerald Circus, juggled fiery tennis balls with his bare hands. Going further downhill and turning onto several more backstreets, your eyes roved over the various shops, snoozing animals, and hollering people before arriving at the front of a small and unassuming tavern. Squeezing through the door, you passed through the low-lit hallway and ducked around the corner past the bar to find the back room. You swore under your breath as you approached the door. Low stock. Be back Monday. Sorry :). Reading the words, a deep frown crossed your face. You had run out days ago and hadn’t had the time to make the trip until today. 

Cursing Dr. Mori’s subordinate until the end of time (count your days, Ichiyou Higuchi!), you turned back, ignoring the old bartender’s piercing, monocled stare. You would’ve stopped to play a game or two of chess with him as you usually did, but you were too absorbed in your current dilemma to give him much other than an apologetic smile and a wave. This situation was a first, but you guessed that you only had a few days before your power began coming back to you. 

Suppressants were a double-edged sword. They helped unregistered mages live normal lives without having to serve in Count Bram’s court, police force, or military by erasing their abilities without a trace. Even if a tip sent the police knocking at your door, they’d find it impossible to tell whether you possessed abnormal powers or not. But dependency on suppressants was a lifelong struggle. There were no unwanted side effects, but they rendered users financially dependent on Dr. Mori’s underground trade forever. If you stopped taking them, your powers would return, for a short time more powerful and difficult to control than they had ever been. Of course Dr. Yosano didn’t approve: they were a bandaid of a solution to a larger problem that would only benefit one man in the end.

Mages were few and far between in Athlyne and its territories, but they were plentiful in the capital’s lower market due to Dr. Mori’s services. Whole families were killed serving in the military generations before you were born. Now, during Bram’s rule, mages were either from one of two families serving directly under the Count or they were the product of a mutation, the first of their kind in their family. Most members of the latter group did everything in their power to avoid being drafted, and that usually meant selling their livelihoods to afford a lasting supply of suppressants. The state of the nation at the hands of powerful figures was unforgivable, and Dr. Mori’s greed only worsened the struggles of the common people. But given your own circumstances, coexisting with your magic was unthinkable. Ridding yourself of that curse was the entire reason you started anew in the first place. So, like many others, you found yourself in an impossible dilemma.

In your restlessness, you must have made a wrong turn. When you finally broke out of your own head and took a look around, the surrounding streets were unfamiliar. You let out a slow and heavy sigh. Perhaps you’d wander and shop for a while before asking for directions.

At that moment, a hand slipped into your own. Your arm was lifted above your head with a flourish, and before you could react, you were spun around to face the man who’d grabbed you.

“Hello, my lost-looking lady!”

You blinked at him, trying to swallow down your instinctual panic. You didn’t expect to be left alone in your wandering knowing that the capital’s conmen were notoriously bothersome, but abruptly grabbing a stranger was like asking for a fist to the nose. …Gosh, though, your annoyance stuttered as your gaze traveled over his face. His radiant skin, mischievous smile, and glowing eyes almost distracted you from the scar running across his eye and the calluses littering the heel of his palm. Even these attributes were attractive, cutting through his forcibly high tone and boyish features. He was tall, with a long braid thrown over his broad shoulder… You huffed in an attempt to shoo these thoughts out of your head. As you stared up at him, numerous passersby peeked at the bizarre scene before turning their heads down and briskly walking away. It would be best to yank your hand back and continue on as though nothing had happened, much the same as everyone else. 

“May I ask what you’re doing touching me?” And yet, you did the opposite. You couldn’t be blamed. He was very handsome.

“Allow me to explain. I couldn’t resist seeing a surprised look on a lovely face like yours! You see, I can tell you’re in need of excitement!” 

“Ah, twenty words or less, please. I’m trying to decide if I should punch you or hear you out, you see.” 

“Oh! I like you already! I have fifteen left now, right? Wait, no, I messed up! I’m running out!” He squealed as he let you go, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. You frowned, trying to hide the amusement beginning to mask your annoyance. Instead of responding, you placed a hand on your hip and raised a brow at him. The man dropped out of the cutesy pose he had been holding and took off his hat, bringing it to his chest in a polite gesture. His voice lowering, though still not without a teasing lilt, he began to explain. “My name is Nikolai and I’m a fortune teller!” He threw his hat up and gave you a spin, catching it as he faced you again. This time, he inched closer, eyes narrowing. “I sensed quite a turbulent energy as you passed by just now. In fact, I can tell how special you are! You can see your own destiny, can’t you? How exciting! Would you spare a moment for a reading?”

You shivered, tensing. Those words, a bit too close to the truth, felt far too pointed. And that look in his eyes—did he know you? Though this was undoubtedly a part of his routine, you couldn’t help the way his words triggered your deeply rooted paranoia. Perhaps he recognized you—but he couldn’t, you were so far from home, and the photos would be outdated by now…You were falling right into such an easily avoidable trap. Even so, with the threat of your magic looming over you, your judgment became impossible to trust. Dread pulled at your shoulders and fingertips, the thought of this man knowing something chilling your blood. You’d have to indulge him, just to be sure. Even if you were only being paranoid, your life was on the line here.

(There was no need to mention the small part of your mind that was bored and frustrated and very much wanted to hang out with a funny and attractive man, so long as you kept a tight hold on your wallet.)

“A reading…?” You tilted your head, coy.

“Yes, your fortune! My shop is just down the road, so what do you say? Will you place your future in my trusty hands?” His words were laced with so much mirth and mischief that you wondered if he was even taking himself seriously.

Hesitantly, you shrugged. “Fine. My plans for today have fallen through. Lead the way.”

Anyone who took such a tone with him was probably not likely to agree to follow him in the end. You could tell from his genuine look of surprise at your words, which quickly morphed into even greater mirth than before.

An infectious giggle rang through the air. He wasted no time invading your personal space again, hooking an arm around your elbow and starting to skip. You would have tripped and slammed your face into the ground if not for his surprising strength as he pulled you along. If you were anyone else, your suspicion might have eased up as you processed how ridiculous the two of you definitely looked, frolicking through the crowds like a couple of hearty drunk men. 

He didn’t take you very far, making only a few turns (hopping all the way) before leading you down a slightly quieter street. There, you found yourself pushing through the door of what looked like a small library or bookstore. Clouds of dust puffed out as you moved through the space, ducking your head to squeeze past eerily low rafters toward a sitting room in the back. This was obviously not his shop (an old man greeted you when you walked in), and he probably rented this back room out for his hustles. Still, it looked surprisingly cozy, with an old armchair positioned near the entrance and a small walnut coffee table between two stools in the back. Nikolai had finally let go to allow you to navigate there without encountering any hazards, bewildering you a bit as he bounded through with almost impossible grace given his height. You took the chance to look around, wondering if you felt impressed or put off by his design choices. The creaky wooden boards were muted by numerous rugs scattered across the floor, an eclectic collection of oil lamps bathed the room in a low but warm yellow light, and a violently red porcelain tea set glittered on the table. Taking it all in, you sat down, playing with your hands for a moment as you watched Nikolai follow behind you.

A grey cat with barely-there stripes glanced up at him, squinting sleepily on the armchair. He patted its head as he passed, chirping in feline fashion as he met its eyes. The cat simply flopped to the side, curling its paws as its soft, fat stomach spilled over the cushion beneath it. He almost mirrored it in the way he plopped himself on the stool across from you, grinning. 

Sweat began to gather at your temples. He continued staring at you without saying anything. The attention flustered you, so you averted your gaze to his hands. They were long and slender, and they had felt gentle, rough and warm in your hand—make up your mind! Are you scared or attracted to him?! “So…shall we?”

Nikolai nodded, gesturing widely to the cat. “Don’t mind my assistant, oka~y? She won’t spill your secrets, so don’t worry about a thing!”

“Yeah, sure,” you snorted. You were starting to regret everything from the moment you woke up that morning as you stared at the lounging cat, thinking you really needed to work on your impulse control, so you decided to turn your attention toward Nikolai as he shuffled a set of cards. You hadn’t seen him pull them out. 

Now that you were sitting right in front of him, your eyes moved absently over him a few times.

He wore a long white tunic with ornate black embroidery traveling past the collar and circling the buttons down the front. His white pants were similarly intricate, the patterns disappearing where the wide legs were tucked neatly into his boots and the waist was fastened to his hips by a silky black sash. Strings of pearly beads and brightly colored tassels adorned him from head to toe: they hung from his neck, draped across his black fur cap, and swayed across his pants. The maximalist patterning and embellishing of his clothes wasn’t unusual for an entertainer, especially one who operated in the lower market. Showmanship was probably what paid the bills, after all. Still, there was something more to him that you couldn’t place hidden beneath the flashy gestures and showy words. Perhaps if anyone else wore those clothes, so fit for a clown, they’d be easier to avoid altogether. But Nikolai seemed scarily calculating for the second-rate, theatrical scammer he presented himself to be. Though he disguised it well, you still couldn’t shake off the feeling that he’d approached you for a reason. His words and his gaze were just too pointed. The thought startled you, and you averted your eyes again for fear of him noticing how blatantly you were checking him out. If he noticed, he made no indication if it, immersed in his own show.

“Ah! I see!” He gasped loudly, pulling a single card out from the stack and scrutinizing it before nodding dramatically. He held the card between his index and middle finger, shutting his eyes as though he was performing some sort of ritual. Then, he spun it around and let go of it, letting it flutter down in front of you.

A stranger in the capital using cards to tell the future was utterly laughable to you. Only the scattered descendants of the Chekhov family had the innate gift of foresight. Even if these cards themselves were magical, they had to have been imbued by a Royal Sorcerer of the Camus family, and artifacts made by a Camus were just about as hard to come by as the throne itself. Nikolai was obviously not a Chekhov, and he couldn’t possibly afford an artifact if he was performing cons in the lower market.

Nevertheless, the image that stared back at you froze your pulse.

You recognized The Lovers from your own handling of cards nearly a decade ago. This particular rendition featured two birds circling each other over an abyssal, grey sea. They were seagulls, and their coloring was a striking match to the one on the Chekhov family crest: an image you were intimately familiar with.

“Oh my!” Nikolai let out a high-pitched giggle. A horrible heat rose to your neck. “Now, for a quiz! Do you know what this card is telling us?” You opened your mouth, mind racing for an excuse, for a lie, or some other explanation. You couldn’t come up with anything, nor could you bring yourself to get up and run. Though, he barely gave you time to think about it because he didn’t wait for your answer. “We were destined to meet today, darling! This could mean only one thing.”

Your heart began to pound so frantically that you almost missed his next words.

“You and I are soulmates!” He threw himself forward to look even closer at you, his mouth curling into a scandalized grin.

“Um, what?” You couldn’t mask your confusion. Your head was spinning, the shock from what you expected him to say had rendered you dumb. To make matters worse, that most certainly was not what the card meant, and somehow his shoddy grasp of tarot was so funny to you that you shook with the effort it took to force yourself to stay serious.

“As you can see, this card here called out to me. The Lovers! The name says it all.” Though you should have played along the same way you had done this entire time, you forgot to react. He continued on, waving his hands in excitement. “We’re destined to be together! Yay!” 

After a moment, you shook your head in disbelief, heaving out the breath you had been holding in. “Are you messing with me right now? You don’t even know what the cards mean.”

Even the offense he feigned held a trace of barely concealed humor. “Surely not! My assistant can sense it too!” You turned your gaze to the cat, who had rolled over to face away from Nikolai and his loud voice. 

He was ridiculous. You suppressed a smile.

“You are messing with me. This is the worst scam ever. Even though I walked into it.” You started to stand, pouting facetiously.

His hands quickly found yours and he stared at you with an exaggerated, puppy-like sadness. 

“My love!” The sadness quickly dissipated as he winked cheekily. “My services aren’t free, silly.”

The moment abruptly ruined, you recoiled. “What? …You’re serious?” He stuck his tongue out, sliding you a piece of paper (where did that come from?) across the table. You glared down at the beautifully inked, absolutely preposterous bill. A drawing of Nikolai’s face mocked you from beside the numbers. “What’s the point of this? I think you know I’ve never seen this much money in my life.” And I really thought we were flirting just now, even though I still kind of feel as though you might be plotting my downfall.

He nodded, snatching the piece of paper and crumpling it up. “Co~rrect!” He stood, pointing at you. “You’ve gotten yourself into quite the conundrum! You’re in debt because of a scam, but you’re broke as a joke! Wait! Oops, forget I said that! Oh no, what should we do?!”

Your horror, amusement, and bashfulness having now faded slightly, your head was clear enough to observe him. He had a habit of rambling on like he was telling one long inside joke, pretending to get worked up while speaking fast enough to prevent you from getting a word in unless he wanted you to say something. His behavior was beginning to confirm your suspicions—you were convinced now that your original hunch was accurate. He wasn’t at all as dense as he made himself out to be, and he wasn’t just a scammer. 

Still, you couldn’t understand him at all. Nikolai was putting on such an obvious show, one you’d seen many times in your curiosity surrounding the self-proclaimed fortune tellers of the lower market. But nothing about him was adding up. Why did he seek you out? How could his reading have exposed you so thoroughly, even though he had no knowledge of the cards’ true meanings? And if he approached you because he knew who you were, if he was trying to reel you in and sell you off to your family, what was the point of fooling around so obtusely, of making a scene outside? In the capital, your family name was synonymous with dirty money. He’d have more trouble on his hands than it was worth if he attracted too much attention.

All of that being said, he had drawn you in with alarming skill. You were curious. You wanted to run. You wanted more. Your head spun. Should you be running?

Only one thing was clear. He’d spent this time trying to confuse you because he wanted something. What could that be, though, if not the Chekhov family’s ransom money?

“A date!” Nikolai announced his wish before you had even a moment to ponder it. 

Once again, he made you feel slow. The realization made you laugh. “A date with me?”

“A date with you!” He grabbed your hand and spun you around again, this time pulling a single red rose seemingly from thin air. He slipped it behind your ear with a ghostly soft touch and tapped your nose lightly before taking a step back. 

“All of this was a ploy to…ask me out?” It wasn’t, but the joke relaxed you. You wished you could be naive, that you could trust that it was. He offered a knowing smile in return.

“Bin~go! You pass with flying colors!”

You laughed again, loudly, from deep in your stomach. “Great. You can have your date, so I’ll get going now, alright? Quit harassing me.” He took a step back, watching you from a distance now.

The smile that bloomed on his face was small enough to bewilder you again, to quiet your laughter. His eyes lost their mischievous shine as they softened, the clownish pitch disappearing from his voice when he spoke again. It was as if he was speaking to you for the first time. “Sure. Think of this as the start of another game. I’d like it if you entertained me just once more. I have a favor to ask of you, when we meet again.”

His genuine gaze was heart-stopping. It filled every inch of the distance he’d just put between the two of you. Dr. Yosano had taught you to be careful of the unpredictability of strangers in the capital, but your answer came easily.

“Alright. You can find me at Auguste Apothecary when you’re ready. I’ll pay you back. Promise.”

He said nothing, but his eyes narrowed again with his usual jovial pretense as he held the door open and watched you go. 

Continuing on your way as though nothing had happened and your heart wasn’t seizing inside your chest, you found yourself buying a few bottles of wine in a stupor.

Nikolai was nothing if not confusing. How could a man you’d just met touch at your deepest anxieties with just a few cryptic words, sending your heart plummeting to your stomach, then eclipse every inch of fear simply by amusing you with a teasing look and a sharp laugh?

The confusion followed you all the way out of the cool underground air, through the oppressive summer humidity, and to the familiar silhouette of Auguste. 

“Did you travel all that way just to get me some wine? Seriously?”

Dr. Yosano’s familiar voice unfurled your tangled thoughts. You turned to smile at her, embarrassed. “Not exactly. This was the only errand I was able to get done, though.”

She returned your smile with a bemused one of her own. “Sounds like things didn’t go your way today.” She grabbed two glasses and took your hand, wrapping your fingers around the stem of one. “There’s always tomorrow, though. Wanna drink to that?”

You huffed, silently judging her heavy-handed pour as she filled them both. “Sure. To a luckier tomorrow.”

As you took a sip, all the air left your lungs and the force of it nearly bowled you over. Everything around you seemed to disappear, your senses swept away in a vacuum. The image was clearer than any glimpse of the future you’d seen before taking suppressants: your hands, dripping red. Your nails, caked with dirt and blood. Nikolai, his expression obscured as he soaked in the shadows at the furthest corner of the room. A man you’d never met before sat in front of you, smirking. His black hair framed his pale, sullen face like a marble arch, cold to the touch. When he spoke, his words were quiet and soft. They hit you like thorns. You shook your head, angry, scared, and tearful. “It’s because I trust that both of us will be saved,” you retorted, and his smirk twisted.

When the vision ended, it was like a sheet being ripped from over your head. The back of Dr. Yosano’s hand was cooling your forehead and one of the glasses was shattered on the floor, staining everything red. Your fingers, your nails, both of your feet, her wool socks.

You leaned into her touch and thought about how to breathe again. You blinked away everything you had just seen, focusing only on the image of Nikolai, of his face, unreadable.

You were prepared this time. You repeated this like a mantra in your head, thinking of nothing else as the other woman helped you into bed, laying a cold towel over your head. 

You can find me at Auguste Apothecary when you’re ready.

You kept blinking, but the shadows never left, never revealed his eyes.

Even as you recalled all the times you, yourself, weren’t ready, each time you failed at your duties, you kept repeating it. You were prepared. The vision faded, and the words shifted in your mind as you succumbed to sleep.

I’ll find you there soon. Are you ready?

The voice was soft. You bled when you touched it. The sound sent rats scurrying away, fleeing. Everything was cold, like black marble.

By the next evening, you remembered nothing of your dream and could only recall bits and pieces of the vision. Again, you cursed Ichiyou Higuchi, who had really done nothing wrong except for being absent when you needed her. Finally feeling the weight of a bag of suppressants in your hand, you felt you could face anything.

All you needed to do was wait for him to show up.

[urhoneycombwitch]

vampire!Eddie lathered up in sunscreen under a parasol all grumpy while everyone splashes around in the pool because the sunburns he gets now are gnarly and reader told him not to go out without spf 1000

this made me awww out loud

i really do love a brand of vampirism where it doesn’t destroy his life, it just makes it mildly inconvenient. like yeah it’s cool and all that he’s part of the Living Dead, a creature he’s only read about in storybooks and narrated durning campaigns- but fuck’s sake, he can’t have garlic anymore?? like yes he’s a scary vamp but at what cost

it only took one time this summer of him getting a sunburn (red as cherries, all over his back, six days to heal and a whole bucket of aloe. with much whining from a certain Creature of the Night.) for you to firmly ban him to the shade at every outdoor activity.

Eddie is just quietly seething, alabaster skin safe and so far away from the inviting pool full of all his friends and partner. jealous and irritated and grumpy as fuck behind dark sunglasses. hair all frizzy from the humidity <3

but then you come over to lay next to him on the shaded blanket and suddenly his mood has improved tenfold. you’re all cool as you press into his side, water dripping from your hair — down the slope of your neck — in between your swimsuit top — and Eddie is like 👀🕶️ behind his glasses. like hm maybe i will stay under this stupid umbrella for a bit. with you <3

[sea-lanterns]

Seeing the last few asks regarding Dehya in the Empress AU, it got me thinking. So, obviously the other Courtesans are jelly about this outsider butting into to their circle and getting a wee bit too chummy with their Empress. Now, imagine. Beidou (and I'd like to say Shenhe, though idk if- even in the context of this AU- it'd be in character for her) start having a sort of contest with Dehya, trying to one-up her in displays of strength. Meanwhile the Empress is just appreciating the show (maybe even being being swept by the herculean woman, for better or worse) trying not to die from being so flustered (among a particular other emotion, if you catch my drift) from the strong duo (or trio, if Shenhe were to partake) so openly, and competetively vying for her affections.

A competition where buff women try to one up each other by proving their strength to the empress? Oh, anon. You know me so well ;)

sfw under the cut—————————

First off, Beidou was definitely the one to initiate the competition. She was getting jealous at the way Dehya was just so casually grabbing her empress and carrying them around like they were nothing. That was her job. (And Shenhe’s too sometimes) so why was this outsider suddenly stealing their job?

In terms of getting Dehya to agree to such a competition, Beidou had to get Shenhe on board to make it seem like she wasn’t the only one being petty.

“You don’t like Dehya, right?”

“I don’t have any opinions on her.”

Beidou would facepalm and try to make Shenhe jealous to join the competition.

“I saw Dehya carrying the empress.”

“Okay.”

“She was getting pretty handsy with them too.”

“Mhm.”

Beidou sighed and finally thought of an idea.

“You know, if Dehya joined the harem, she might become one of their bodyguards. Meaning you won’t get as much alone time with the empress anymore.”

Silence.

“Shenhe?”

Okay, now Shenhe was on board. The two of them walking up to Dehya and declaring a competition to see who was the strongest and fit for the empress’ side. Dehya looked confused, but agreed nevertheless to the competition as it was just another excuse to flex in front of the empress.

When the competition starts it’s your typical Olympic style lineup where each event would have a different test of physical endurance. The empress and their harem would all gather outside to watch in the shade as Dehya, Beidou and Shenhe all competed for your heart.

Truth be told, some of the courtesans in your harem thought it was ridiculous. Keqing especially as she just rolled her eyes and sat by your side with her arms around your waist.

“Are you brutes done yet?” Keqing would yell, watching as Dehya and Beidou engaged in an intense arm wrestling match while Shenhe quietly waited for her turn. “The empress shouldn’t be out in the sun for too long. We didn’t bring sunblock…”

As everyone was caught up in the hijinks of the competition however, you couldn’t help but admire the three buff women all flexing and showing off their strength in ways that made you swoon. Your favorite part of the competition had to be the swimming part if you were being honest. The way your courtesans + Dehya were in the water wearing minimal clothing with water dripping down their abs was just too hot for you to look away.

“Hey empress! Like what you see?” Dehya would chuckle from the water, letting the water droplets slide down her body before Beidou tackled her in the water.

“Weak! I’ve had my muscles since the time I could barely walk!” Beidou would counter back, Ningguang groaning at how the competition quickly escalated into a fight, as Shenhe innocently doggy paddled in the background of the pool. (Poor Shenhe was the only one actually following the rules)

“My empress, shouldn’t we stop this?” Ningguang would ask, quickly shielding you with her parasol as splashes of water almost soaked through your clothes.

“No, let them be,” you smiled as you watched them tussle with each other in the pool. Unable to admit that the real reason you were letting this continue, was so that you could watch the muscular women pine for your affections. “Let’s give them another hour.”

By the end of the competitions, you had Beidou and Dehya tired out with Shenhe as the reigning champion from the competitions. Not only did she follow the rules, she absolutely demolished the two with her strength due to her intense training with the adepti.

“How…How did she…” Dehya looked stunned as the elegant woman simply strutted over to you to claim her prize.

“Yay, Shenhe you did it!” You cheered, waving your arms in the air. “I’m so proud of you— oof!”

She didn’t say a word as she hoisted you up in her arms and started walking away. Off to have some alone time with you as she wanted nothing more than to have you all to herself…