#and they just don’t say anything cause they know the sand and my swim trunks will dry quickly in the warm sun!

[jacksoninpampers]

This is literally the dream

swim diaper. Swim diapers don’t really hold pee and the diaper boy wearing one takes a nap and his swim shorts dry off while he’s sleeping and he soaks them

[moby-writing-and-stuff]

Gym Jobs: Crasher Wake (NSFW)

Lucas groaned as he felt the sun beat down on him. 

The 19 year old trainer had been walking for quite a while now on a rather hot day. The sun had been ruthless for the past week, but today was something else. He could see Wingulls hiding under the trees to avoid the ridiculous heat, as opposed to flying around.

“Arceus…. What the hell is going on?” he mumbled as he stepped off the beach of Route 213 and onto the soft grass. Looking ahead, he saw what resembled a wall of trees, unlike any he’d ever seen before in his life. Big, dark green trunks, leaves that drooped down to the floor.

“First time coming to Pastoria?” a voice said from behind, making the young adult jump in surprise. He turned around and saw a friendly looking, rather chubby man wearing a white dress shirt and black pants with a pair of suspenders.

“Um… yeah  it is” Lucas muttered, sweat running down his forehead “How did you?”

“That look on your face, tends to be how new people react to seeing Pastoria Trees.” the man chuckled “There aren’t really trees like that anywhere in Sinnoh”

“It’s not really this hot anywhere else in Sinnoh either” Lucas grumbled, holding his grey jacket in his hand

“Heh, well that is very true. That’s the Great Marsh. If you think it's hot here, trust me my friend you haven't seen anything yet”

“Oh joy….” the trainer mumbled “More heat stroke” he turned to the man “Is there any place in Pastoria that’s cool? Cause last I checked, Centers don’t have AC”

“They don’t indeed. Government budget cuts” the man shrugged “There is one place in town, the gym. Being a water type, the place tends to be rather cool, but its closed today. Crasher is busy”

“Water type Gym?” Lucas asked, as the two began walking towards the gate to Pastoria “Isn’t Crasher a wrestler? I thought he’d be a fighting type gym leader.”

“That’s what most people assume” the man chuckled as they left the sand and stepped onto the wet, marshy grass that surrounded Pastoria, with Lucas’ sneakers sinking into the mud slightly. “But no, he’s not. That’s Maylene”

“So, why?”

“No one really knows” the man said with a shrug, the two walking through the marsh “Some people think he just likes swimming, others think it's that he tried to get a license for a Fighting type gym, but his team wasn’t up to snuff, so he went for water.”

“Huh” the black haired trainer muttered, swatting some insects that tried to bite him “So what do you think?”

“Me? Oh I think its due to the fact he spends so much time in the marsh, he wanted a place for his pokemon to swim around in that was cleaner than the swamp water. Speaking off” the man smiled and pointed at the gate “We’re here”

“Heh, that we are” Lucas chuckled, giving the guy one last smile before heading inside “Thanks for the company!”

“No problem. Hope you enjoy your time” the man called as Lucas stepped through the gate into Pastoria City proper.

The town looked interesting to say the least, especially compared to Hearthome, the sight of his last Gym Battle. The place was a strange mix of a big city and a small little village.

There was a mix of large skyscrapers so tall, they had special perches for Flying types to nest and rest on, high tech facilities like Pokemon Centers. But other spots were more rustic, like old wooden houses on raised platforms to not touch the soft swampy ground, large shacks with simple bridges connecting them, and even the Pokemart looked more like a small town mom and pop shop with a statue of a Crogunk standing on the outside, greeting all the customers.

“Huh. Interesting place” Lucas muttered as he walked down the road, making sure not to step into the swamp. As he walked down the road, two things drew his eyes.

The first was the gym. It looked like a regular pokemon gym, but it was completely plastered in posters for some festival or another, loads of Crogunks and a few ads for Crasher’s next match.

But the one that really drew Lucas’ eyes was the entrance to the Great Marsh.

It was an enormous marble structure with Crogunks carved into the pillars, made to resemble them holding it up. A huge glass door was constantly sliding open and closed as people headed inside and out.

“So…. That’s the Safari Zone Barry was going on about last week…” Lucas muttered, blinking at the sheer size of the building. He glanced back at the gym, then shrugged “Well, place is closed. Might as well check out the swamp” he said, as he took off towards the giant building.

Lucas’ eyes went wide as he stepped inside.

If the building was impressive on the outside, the inside was something else. It was clearly the most high tech building in the town. It looked like the lobby of a very very expensive hotel, with fancy red rugs, statues of Crogunks lined the walls, and carvings of ancient people living alongside Pokemon on every wall. 

“Hello!” a friendly voice chirped from behind. Looking around, Lucas smiled as he saw the receptionist grinning at him “Welcome to the Great Marsh Safari Zone!”

“Thanks” the boy smiled as he walked closer to the desk “So, how exactly does this work?”

“First time?” the woman asked with a friendly smile, to which the trainer nodded “Eh, don’t worry, most people are confused when they first arrive. Now, the big rule is simple. You cannot use you're pokemon at all inside the Great Marsh”

“Wait, none of them?”

“None” the woman shook her head “Actually, you can’t even enter with them. While we do allow catching to keep the population under control, we keep the introduction of foregin pokemon to the ecosystem to zero. That means, no trained pokemon inside at all”

“Huh… Alright” Lucas shrugged and handed over his team. The woman smiled and took them with a nod, and handed him a small sack filled with Safari Balls. “Here you are. I wish you the best of luck. And please remember to watch you're step. The marsh can be dangerous if you don’t look where you go”

“Got it!” Lucas nodded and grabbed the bag with a huge smile. He waved at the woman and headed for the big glass doors that led to the marsh itself. Beyond the door, he could see trainers walking around, carefully stepping over the darker patches of water as they looked for rare pokemon.

“Welp, here we go” the trainer said, gripping the bag tighter “The gym leader is in here somewhere. Time to go hunting!” with that he dashed through the door into the marsh. The moment he exited, he was blasted with humid air, the sound of buzzing wings of Bug Types, and the splashing of water. His eyes grew wide as he got a good look at just how big the Marsh was.

It stretched out for miles and miles, so large he couldn’t see the other end. Bird pokemon flew above him, diving down to grab some food from the water, only to disappear far to the left or right.

“Dear Dialga...:” he muttered as he blinked, sweat pouring down his forehead “This place is a lot bigger than I thought…” he shook his head “Fuck me, this was a bad idea…” he said as he started slowly trudging ahead, going deeper into the swamp.

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4 HOURS LATER

“Right…. Careful…” Lucas muttered as he stepped around the deeper marshes. He had been walking for hours, and so far he’d managed to get his hands on quite a few pokemon he’d been looking for quite a while now.

Woopers, Bibarels, Yanmas, Arboks, Tropius and various other pokemon that Lucas had never seen before in life popped out of the water and the trees right at him. Most of the time he barely had time to pull out the Safari balls and throw them. But still no sign of his actual quarry, the gym leader.

“Arceus… just how big is this damn swamp” Lucas muttered as he jumped from the mossy floor to a nearby rock. He glanced over the horizon, but saw almost nothing but miles and miles of marshy land. “God I’m gonna be here all da-”

“CARNI!” a scream rang out behind him, as water splashed. He quickly turned around and screamed as he saw a Carnivine jump right at him, gaping maw wide open as if it wanted to eat him whole.

“HOLY SHIT!” Lucas shouted, taking a step back by sheer instinct, only to slip on the edge of the rock “GAH!” he screamed as he fell right into the marshy water, a loud splash ringing through the entire swamp. The boy struggled as he went underneath the dark, almost pitch black water, kicking and flailing as he tried to get his way back to the surface. His eyes went wide as he felt something wrap around his waist.

A second later, he was pulled upwards rather violently. Coughing violently, Lucas blinked rapidly as he saw that the Carnivine was the one who pulled him up. He glared at the Pokemon as he finally got a good look at the pokemon.

It was covered in various bits of junk. Bags, belts, the little safari zone ball holders. Its vines shot out and headed towards his hat.

“Grr…” Lucas growled “A pokemon thief…”

“Carnie!” the pokemon laughed as it wrapped its vines on Lucas’ beret

“HEY! Let go off that!” Lucas shouted, struggling against the mon’s vines. The large grass type just snickered as it lifted Lucas’ hat off his head

“Vine!” it laughed as it put it on its own head. 

“Grr, you little piece off!” Lucas shouted as he struggled, managing to loosen one of his arms. His eyes went wide as he felt his arm freeing up, letting him reach his belt. And by extinction, the little bag with balls. “Right, that’s the last thing you're snatching, grass head”

“Carn?” the pokemon looked over, clearly confused by Lucas’ words. But the mna just smiled and pulled a Safari ball from the bag and threw it right at the pokemon. 

The Carnivine’s eyes went wide as it felt the back smack it right in the face, but before it could really react, the ball opened and sucked it inside, falling to the water and floating as it wiggled. All the stuff it stole on the other hand, didn’t follow it inside. Instead they all fell down to the water, splasing onto it as they floated. Lucas smiled as he stood waist deep in the water, reclaiming his hat and putting ti back where it belonged. 

“Well that went better than it could have.” Lucas muttered as he grabbed the ball and clamped it on his belt and looked over his new catch’s stash. It was a huge pile of bags, around 4 backpacks, one pair of goggles, what looked like underpants, and a small messenger bag. “Yikes, Carnevine liked stealing, didn’t it…” he muttered as he grabbed the closest thing, the messenger bag. “Hope there’s ID or something inside…” he said as he opened it up.

Inside the bag were six pokeballs, a couple of notebooks, but most interesting of all was a mask with three large fish like rings coming out of the top.

“HEY!” he heard a rather loud shout from behind, that made him drop the bag and turn around. Glaring at him was a rather huge man, wearing a big brown leather trenchcoat, and bright blue pants and boots, and a mask identical to the one he found in the bag.

“H-Hi there si- WOAH!” Lucas exclaimed as the man grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the top “THE HELL!?”

“So you're the thief that’s been messing around with the people in the marsh!?”

“T-Theif!?” Lucas exclaimed “W-What!? NO! I’m not a thief!”

“Oh don’t pretend when you have the goods all around you!” the man growled at him “I’ve been wandering around this swamp for hours, trying to track you down, scumbag! And to think, its someone with such promise. I was actually looking forward to you challenging my gym”

“Your gym… Y-Your Crasher Wake!?” Lucas shrieked, his eyes going wide in terror

“Course I am!” the gym leader shouted, shaking Lucas a bit, making the young man a bit queasy. “Guess you should have told your pokemon to be more careful about who it stole from!”

“W-Wait, i-it wasn’t my pokemo-”

“Oh stuff it!” Crasher hissed, shaking Lucas a bit more “I saw you return that Pokemon to its ball!”

“WHAT! NO! I didn’t get it to steal those things!”

“Be quiet!” Crasher hissed, making Lucas whimper “Sad to see a promising Trainer like you turn out like this.” the large man reached down with his free hand and grabbed one of the pokeballs from his bag, tossing it out and releasing a Poliwrath.

“Poly!” the Water Type pokemon chirped, looking at Crasher and Lucas

“W-Wait what are you gonna do?”

“You broke the law” Crasher Wake said, still clearly angry “You stole a lot. So that means you have to do Community Service”

“Communi- I DID NOT STEAL ANYTHING!” Lucas screamed at the top of his lungs, kicking and struggling

“Still denying it?” Crasher shook his head “Whatever. Poliwrath. Use Hypnosis”

“Poli!” the Tadpole Pokemon saluted, before pointing his chest at Lucas. It glowed a soft pink as waves emerged out, right at the young trainer’s face.

“Whu….” Lucas muttered, his eyes going a bit hazy as he felt the energy course through him. “Sleep” Crasher whispered and Lucas’ body obeyed, his eyes closing instantly, and he knew no more.

“Gah…. my head…” the young man grumbled, blinking as the light hit his overly sensitive eyes “Arceus, what hit me? A rampaging Gyrados?”

While his eyes were still adjusting, his nose was functioning with no issues. And it was flooded with a rather unique smell. The smell of chlorine flooded his nostrils, and he could hear the splashing of water jets. His eyes adjusted quickly and he got a good look at the area.

He was indeed in a place with a pool. A rather huge pool at that.

He was on a platform that overlooked the entire thing from above and it was quite the sight. Different jets blasted out water at different intervals, making the floaties inside bounce back and forth like pinballs in the world’s biggest pinball machine. A few big round platforms littered the water, allowing someone with good jumping skills to cross without ever getting wet.

“What the hell is this place?” Lucas muttered as he grabbed the side of his head and slowly stood up

“This is my gym!” a voice boomed behind him, making Lucas jump in shock, quickly turning around.

Standing over him, arms crossed and a death glare on his face, was Crasher Wake, and next to him was the Poliwrath that he had used on Lucas back in the swamp.

“Your gym!? What the fuck is the big idea!?” Lucas shouted, waving his arms like a madman as he shouted at the gym leader “You snatched me from the middle of the swamp! What did you think people would be ok with that!?”

“They were pretty ok with it after I explained the situation to them” Crasher said, walking closer to Lucas “That I caught a thief in the Great Marsh”

“For the hundredth time! I’m not a fucking theif!” Lucas screamed at the man “That pokemon wasn’t mine! I caught it so it would let me go!”

“Of course you did,” Crasher hissed, glaring at Lucas again. The boy squeaked and jumped back a bit. “I also did a little job of investigating you. Turns out this isn’t even your first offence.”

“W-What!? What are you talking about?” Lucas hissed

“I made a few calls about you. Wanted to get a good idea who exactly I was dealing with. Turns out, your not only a thief, but also a vandal and have committed assault on multiple occasions”

“Wait what?! The fuck are you talking about!?” Lucas shouted, glaring at the man

“I talked to Gardenia, and she told me about how you broke into the Galactic Building and started assaulting the people inside. And then in Veilstone, you and a friend of yours attacked two members of Team Galactic who were guarding their private warehouse, before you broke in and stole the Fly HM from them!”

“W-WHAT!?” Lucas shouted, his eyes going wide “Y-Your believing those criminals over me!?”

“Criminals? So you want to add defamation to your list?”

“Defamation!? Defamation means it's a lie! Their thieves who steal pokemon and tried to take over the Valley Windworks!”

“Are you seriously trying to put that incident on Team Galactic? We have security footage of it, and it showed a pack of random hooligans breaking and wrecking the place. A few had Team Galactic-esque hairstyles, so that’s why some people confused them. At least that’s the police’s guess.”

Lucas just stared ahead, a look of complete bafflement evident on his face. “W-What?”

“You heard me. Pinning the blame of a group that’s doing nothing but energy research is just a low blow, even for a thief like you”

“I’m not a fucking theif!” Lucas shouted, his face going red and, without thinking, throwing a punch. His fist smacked against Crasher’s stomach, not even making the pile of muscle budge an inch. Lucas’ eyes went wide as he looked up slowly, a cold sweat running down his face as he realised exactly what he just did.

“And assaulting a Gym Leader” Crasher growled, grabbing Lucas’ arm “I think the evidence speaks for itself”

“W-What are you gonna do to me?” Lucas stammered out, his eyes wide in fear as he realised how easily Crasher could grab and bend him to his will.

“Normally, I’d lock you up for years and take away your Trainer’s License” Crasher said, tightening his grasp on Lucas’ arm to the point the young man hissed in pain “But you're too good a trainer to waste your skills like that. So I’m gonna go ahead and do something else”

“W-Wait… Y-You can’t do that! T-the cops have to give me a trial!” Lucas stammered out, trying to wriggle his way out of the iron grip the Gym Leader had on him.

“Hmph, that may be how it works in little podunk towns like Twinleaf Town. But in cities like here, Gym Leaders can deal with any criminals we catch as we see fit.”

“T-There’s no way that’s legal!” Lucas cried as he saw the Poliwrath move out from behind its trainer

“It is. Cynthia trusts us to deal with criminals we catch in our gyms, but she never made it clear that we can only punish crimes we catch inside our gyms.”

“W-What are you gonna do to me?” Lucas muttered

“I’m not gonna let your talents go to waste.” Crasher said calmly as Poliwrath walked next him, staring at Lucas. “So, instead of locking you up, you're gonna work here for this day on”

“W-What? H-How are you gonna do tha-”

“Poliwrath, Hypnosis” Crasher ordered. The Pokemon nodded, and looked at Lucas, a beam of pink energy shooting out of its spiral stomach and hitting Lucas’ face.

“W-Wait……” Lucas shouted, before his face went completely slack as he stared ahead dumbly, looking at both Crasher Wake and Poliwrath.

“Is he under?” Crasher asked his pokemon.

“Wrath!” the pokemon nodded. Crasher grinned and walked closer to Lucas, who just stared into empty air, drool beginning to drop from his mouth.

“Right, tell me you name boy” Crasher ordered, testing his control “And how old you are”

“My name…..Lucas…..” he mumbled out, as if the act of speaking was difficult to him right now “I’m…. 19…. Turning 20…. In a month…..”

“Good” Crasher said “Right, let’s try something more personal. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No….. Not interested…..in girls…..” Lucas stammered out, a dopey smile forming on his face “Like….guys…. No boyfriend though…..”

“Huh, interesting” Crasher said, shrugging, “Well not like that affects things” the man grabbed Lucas’ hat and threw it off his head. “Now let's get started with this. I want you to listen to me very carefully, Lucas'' the entranced young man nodded and slowly shifted his eyes to Crasher.

“Forget Twinleaf, forget your journey, forget your friends. None of that matters!” Crasher said firmly

“None…..matters……” Lucas muttered, his eyes going wide as his brain was slowly being emptied. Crasher smirked as he saw that expression on the trainer’s face. 

“You don’t care about a pokemon journey. The idea of traveling the region is horrific to you” Crasher said, walking back and forth in front of the entranced young man. His clothes were rather bulky, but the gym leader could tell there was something to work with underneath it “You want to stay here in the gym. The gym is where you belong. You never want to leave”

“Never…..want to leave…...hate traveling….” the boy muttered as his brain was slowly rewritten. His body trembled and shivered in a strange pleasure, his pants tenting slightly.

“Oh?” Crasher muttered as he saw this, a smirk on his face “So, you enjoy this don’t ya? Hehe, I can work with that. Take those clothes off” 

“Yes sir” Lucas said as he stripped. He took off his hat, jacket, pants, shoes and socks off, throwing them over the edge and into the pool behind him. He stood in front of his new master, clad in only his tenting boxers. 

He wasn’t muscular in the slightest, he was quite spindley and pale with very little body hair, despite his age. His black hair was stuck to his head, as the heat of the swamp made it stick to it completely to his head.

“Hmmm” Crasher muttered as he looked over the trainer, then pointed at those tented boxers “Take those off”

“W-What?” Lucas muttered, blinking as he woke up slightly. Crasher nodded at his pokemon, who blasted the young man with another blast of hypnosis

“I said, take them off” Crasher ordered again

“Yes sir…” Lucas said, in an even deeper trance than before. He stepped out of his underwear robotically, tossing the dirty sweaty thing over into the chlorine filled water without a thought. He stood up straight, his member twitching and pulsing as it stood up as well. A small bush of hair at the base, the rest was smooth and without any blemish.

Crasher nodded and took a step back “Good slave” he said with a smirk.

“Thank you sir…” Lucas muttered, staring blankly ahead. 

“Next time put them under like this on the first go round, Poliwrath” Crasher told his pokemon as he stood up in front of Lucas. 

“Poli….” the water type pokemon muttered, scratching the back of its head, clearly a bit embarrassed.

“We’ll have to train your hypnosis a bit more,” Crasher said, looking back at the boy in front of him. He was just standing there, his eyes blank as he stared ahead, his cock bouncing up and down by sheer momentum. “Now, as for you….” he walked closer to Lucas and smiled as he saw the blank look in the man’s face “I think its best if you get a new job. Listen to me carefully.” he said, poking Lucas’ member.

The young man didn’t react, so far under trance that even that action did nothing. Crasher smiled and began to rub it slowly.

“Your name is Lucas” Crasher said, as he looked into the young man’s eyes. “You are not a pokemon trainer. You are a wrestler. You live for wrestling, for showing off, to show that you are the best”

“Yes sir” the man muttered, staring ahead blankly. The empty spots that were created earlier were slowly being filled.

“You have lived in Pastoria all your life. You never want to leave it. You adore showing off for everyone here, showing them that you are a great wrestler.” Crasher continued. He nodded at Poliwrath, who dashed off to get something for Lucas. “You obey me. I am your teacher and master. You are obidient to me and no one else. You care about nothing but pleasing me, about doing what I tell you to do”

The young man didn’t notice however, still staring blankly ahead as Crasher’s words bounced around inside his head. One of his eyes, though, started twitching, as memories began to clash.

“Now I want you to take all those thoughts and memories that don’t fit” Crasher said “All those thoughts of training pokemon. All those memories of traveling across the region, of battles and badges. I want you to press them against your skin.”

“Yes sir” Lucas muttered blankly, his cock still twitching as he felt all those memories move through his body. He unconsciously shivered as he felt it move, emptying his brain of memories. His mom, his first pokemon, his favorite food, his likes and dislikes. All of that began to pour out of his skin, as sweat.

“Heh, perfect” Crasher said “Now, the moment that sweat goes away, those memories will be washed away. All that will remain will be the obidient wrestler who does whatever I tell him to. Understood?”

“Yes sir” Lucas nodded, his brain spinning as his memories were replaced. Crasher smirked and just pushed him. 

The entranced young man fell over the edge of the platform and right into the cold water of the pool.

The moment he came in contact with the water, he woke up, gasping as he stood, water up to his chest, blinking rapidly. All old memories of his life evaporated, as the sweat was washed off his body. He groaned and grabbed his head, shaking his head as he looked around.

“LUCAS!” a familiar voice rang out from above. The naked young man looked up, and saw the familiar face of Crasher Wake looking down at him.

“Oh master!” he stammered, blushing as he realised he was naked in front of him. He covered up his bits with a blush

“Oh stop doing that, it's nothing I haven’t seen before” Crasher said “Now get up here!”

“Yes master Crash!” Lucas said, swimming to the edge and quickly scampering back to the platform. When he got there, he was greeted by Poliwrath holding out a bundle of clothes for him.

“Get dressed” Crasher said “We’ve got a sparring match soon, so you need to be in uniform”

“Yes master!” Lucas said with a smile and grabbed the clothes, quickly slipping them on. A pair of shorts, some stirrups, gloves and a mask, all of them themed after the local mascot, Crogunk. He felt right wearing them, he felt like he was complete “Thank you sir. I don’t know why I took it off”

“Well, you still need to get cleaned some times” Crasher said with a laugh, smacking Lucas’ back “Now, come on. We’ve got a big sparring match to get to”

“Yes master!” Lucas said with a huge smile. Wrestling was his life, and he couldn’t think of anything he’d love doing more than this.

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Day 10: The Beach

"Don't even think about it, Potter," Draco warned, taking half a dozen steps back and holding out his hands to ward off his menace of a husband. (Yes, husband. They'd gotten married the day before and Draco was still basically in a state of shock.)

Harry pouted at him, "But-"

"No," he repeated. "You are soaked and you're covered in sand."

Harry pushed his wet curls back off his face and gave him that grin, the one that turned Draco's will into complete mush. "Come on," he cajoled. "Come have a swim with me."

Draco ignored him and opened his bag, pulling out a beach chair, then a massive umbrella, followed by a novel, and then a travel mug margarita. "I told you when you begged to go to the beach for our honeymoon," he said as he set up his chair and stuck the umbrella into the sand, "Malfoys burn in the sun. Not all of us can have gorgeous bronze complexions like gods," he grumbled.

Harry stepped toward him and Draco held out his hand, making a little force field wandlessly.

"You are not allowed to touch me when you're all wet," he repeated with a shake of his head.

"One kiss," Harry wheedled. "I'll keep my hands behind my back," he said, demonstrating the action, "and the only part of my body to touch yours will be my lips."

Draco rolled his eyes but his whole body warmed pleasantly at the thought of Harry's lips on his like he'd just taken a shot of fire whiskey. "Fine," he replied with a put upon sigh that Harry saw right through. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Harry's.

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After a second, Draco gave in and cupped Harry's face, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh. He couldn't help himself.

He pulled back minutely, "Hold me, you brat," he said, before leaning in to kiss Harry again.

Harry huffed a laugh against his lips before wrapping Draco tight in his arms and holding him close. And Draco loved this, loved being held in Harry's (his husband's!) arms, loved feeling weightless and free, knowing that he had made his life his own.

"Godric, I love you," Harry sighed against the tender spot just to the left of Draco's mouth, the bristles of his beard rasping against Draco's sensitive skin.

"I love you, too," Draco replied. "Even if you did just get me all wet and sandy."

Harry laughed, his breath warm against Draco's cheek; he left a kiss on Draco's temple before pulling back. He took a step away and waved a hand at Draco's body and the warmth of Harry's magic washed over him, drying him and blowing the sand away. "Are you sure I can't tempt you with a swim?" he asked, nodding his head toward the ocean.

"Positive. I prefer not shedding my skin like a snake after it's been burned to a crisp."

Harry huffed, "There are charms for that, you know."

"They don't work," Draco replied, slipping his sunglasses down over his eyes before settling into his chair. "I'm fine," he said, shooing Harry away. "You go play in the ocean and I'll read Pansy's latest," he said, holding up the paperback he'd brought along.

Harry bent over him and brushed his lips over Draco's, "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Yes," he murmured, leaning up to peck Harry's lips one more time. "Go."

Harry started away, turning his head to call over his shoulder, "Admit it. You just like to watch my arse as I walk away."

He huffed a laugh but it didn't stop him from watching Harry walk toward the ocean.

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They'd spent the afternoon by the ocean, Harry playing in the water and returning to Draco to steal his drink and get him covered in salty ocean water and sand. After the beach they'd gone to dinner, then wandered around the little town, popping into shops and stopping for coffee, then ice cream, before heading back to the little villa they were staying at.

Draco collapsed on the sofa, feeling full and happy.

Harry flopped down on top of him, pressing him into the soft white cushions.

"Oof," he grumbled but he wrapped his arms around Harry and held him tight so he didn't move.

Harry nuzzled into Draco's neck, "You smell like the ocean."

"Do I?" Draco asked, amused, stroking his fingers through Harry's curls.

Harry nodded and his body relaxed further, and Draco gladly accepted the pleasant weight of him.

After a few minutes of quiet cuddles and soft kisses, Harry stood up and tugged Draco up after him. "Come on," he said.

"Come where?" he said, trying to pull him back to the sofa. Or perhaps the hot tub.

The other man huffed at him and then just scooped him up. Draco shrieked, "Put me down! This is not dignified."

"Nope," Harry replied, carrying him out to the balcony, then down the steps. "You have no more excuses," he informed him. "You are getting in the ocean with me."

Draco kicked his legs, instinctively wanting to fight with him, "There's still sand and water."

"Neither of which will cause sunburn or peeling," Harry replied as he set him on his feet. Harry reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it up over his head and knocking his glasses off.

"That's just plain manipulative," Draco replied as Harry's torso was revealed. Harry knew that Draco stood no chance of resisting him when he stood there all muscles and gorgeous skin just waiting to be caressed by Draco's hands.

His laugh rang out, warm and pleased, "You should get undressed too," he informed him as his hands started to undo the button and zip on his trousers. "You're going in the ocean whether you're out of that handsome outfit or not."

"Handsome, hmm?" he asked as he pulled his own shirt over his head.

"Yes," Harry replied easily. "You are the most gorgeous person I've ever met. Regardless of what you're wearing."

Draco shook his head at him and leaned in to peck a kiss to his lips.

Harry pulled back before they could get more invested in the kiss, "Come on," he said again, stepping back then making eye contact with Draco as he hooked his thumbs in his pants and pushed them off. "Don't keep me waiting," he added with a wink before turning and walking away without a backward glance, knowing full well Draco would follow.

He stripped out of his clothes embarrassingly quickly, stumbling a bit in the sand as his foot got stuck in his pants. Once he'd gotten them kicked off and righted himself, he looked up to see that Harry was standing in water up to his hips, staring out at the vastness of the ocean.

Draco had always thought of Harry as more like the sun; warm and consuming, his light illuminating everything around him, making new life bloom. But perhaps he was like the moon, too, Draco thought. Quiet, steady, pulling Draco in the same way the moon moved the waves.

Either way he was beautiful.

He made his way out to the other man and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pressing his front to Harry's back and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Harry leaned back against him and covered Draco's arms with his own, "Took you long enough," he murmured.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco asked, kissing the tender spot on Harry's neck where his shoulder and neck met.

Harry turned in his arms, "That I love you," he said softly, stroking his warm, wet hands down Draco's neck and over his chest. "That life is beautiful and full of meaning when you have someone to share it with. I was thinking that you have filled up my life with joy, and laughter, and love in ways that I never knew I needed. That I knew what it was to love but not what it was to be loved, not like this anyway," he added, brushing his hands over Draco's ribs. "I was thinking that I was glad to be alive."

Draco didn't know what to say, never knew what to say when Harry said words like those to him. He'd never imagined that anyone could feel those things for him and if anyone did, it certainly shouldn't have been Harry.

"I was also thinking," Harry said, before Draco could come up with a reply, "That it's ridiculous that you agreed to come to the beach for our honeymoon, when you obviously hate it so much."

"But I love you," he said easily. "And I love seeing you here. You're so," he trailed off, searching for the right word, "free here. And I genuinely do not mind sitting under an umbrella and drinking all day while you get gorgeously tan. The bathing trunks you have don't hurt anything either," he teased.

Harry kissed him lightly, "You want to know the truth?"

"Yes," he breathed, brushing his nose along Harry's and closing his eyes as he rested their foreheads together.

"Anywhere I am with you, I am free," he said. "You've set me free from bars that I never knew were holding me, Draco Malfoy."

"That's Draco Potter, to you," he whispered. "And you've set me free, too."

Day 9: Nose Kisses | Day 11: Pinky Promise

[pascalpanic]

Sunscreen (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: You take a trip with Frankie and his three idiotic best friends. They find an interesting purchase in the gift shop.

W/C: 2.9k

Warnings: language, implied sexual content, lots of innuendo and flirting

A/N: HI!!! this is the first fic of the Beyond The Sea series Rach and I are writing! I can’t wait for everyone to read these! I also love @mandoalorian for doing this with me and putting up with my shit!

and happy birthday to the man behind it all!! lots of love for Pedro on this day <3

The moment Frankie steps off the plane and into the hot weather, he feels instantly at peace. He’d never even heard of St. Kitts before Santiago brought it up a few months ago, but as he looks around, he’s already thinking this might have to be the place he brings you on your honeymoon someday, once he gets the courage to propose.

Your bright laughter rings out behind him, a few steps higher as you walk down the stairs for deplaning. “It’s gorgeous,” you grin, wrapping your arms around Frankie’s neck from behind and pressing a loud kiss to his cheek.

“Shut the fuck up and keep it moving,” a loud voice calls from further behind Frankie- it’s Santiago, grumpy from the somewhat-long flight. The energetic man hates sitting still for too long. “You two can make out at the hotel. There’s a whole plane behind us.”

Sighing, you walked along until both you and Frankie had your feet on solid ground. Frankie pulls you into his side with a strong arm, kissing the top of your head and grinning at the way he can already feel a little sweat forming on his brow. God, it’s fucking hot. He loves it. It’s not the grueling heat that plagued the men when they were at boot camp all those years ago; it’s not the sticky humidity that makes Frankie’s curls turn to tufts of frizz beneath his ball cap. It’s just right, he thinks, as a cool breeze rushes through and moves the still heat of the tarmac. “Welcome to paradise, baby,” Frankie grins as he slides his hand down your arm until your fingers lace together.

-

The resort is beautiful. The lobby is open-aired and gorgeous, with high ceilings and marbled floors. You bounce excitedly alongside Frankie as the two of you walk in, the other three men trailing behind. Benny makes comments to Will about how the two of you are about to be insufferable, and Frankie turns and shoots him a glare.

After you check in, you drag your luggage up to the highest floor. The other three men go to their respective hotel room next door, and Frankie opens the door to your room for you.

As soon as you walk inside, your breath is taken away by the large window, showing you the expanse of the Caribbean Sea, glimmering turquoise. A hand reaches up to cover your mouth, eyes watering as you look up at Frankie. “Oh my god,” you murmur and drop your bags, rushing over.

Frankie had planned this moment. He knew you’d never seen the ocean before just moments ago, but knew you’d love it. You’ve always loved water, loved swimming in pools and creeks and any body of water you could find. The two of you had kept your little window shut during the flight, preventing you from any sneak peeks. “You like it?” he asks as he walks after you, where your face and hands are pressed to the glass.

With eyes sparkling from tears, you turn to him with a grin. “It’s gorgeous.”

“You know there’s a balcony right there,” he teases, putting a hand on your waist and pointing to the side where there’s a sliding glass door. “I’m an idiot,” you laugh and rush over to open it. You step out into the warm air once again, and the smell of sea salt fills your lungs. You can hear the rushing of the ocean, the way it crashes against the shore.

Frankie steps out after you, removing the flannel over his t-shirt. He wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I think you’re an ocean kind of girl,” he tells you quietly, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I think you’re right,” you agree and grin, kissing the side of his face.

The peaceful moment is interrupted, as always, by a loud whoop from Benny. The sliding door on the balcony over flies open and out rush the Miller brothers and Santiago. “It’s fuckin’ amazing!” Benny laughs as he grips the railing tight, leaning out over it.

“Calm down, Ben,” Will laughs but steps out as well, resting his forearms on the railing. “Look at that. The lovebirds beat us to it.”

“Ah, damn, so they can’t fuck out here now,” Santi teases, causing you to make a face of annoyance.

You lean back against Frankie and roll your eyes. “I was just telling Fish I’ve never seen the ocean,” you admit, placing your hands on his forearms and tracing the strong skin with the pads of your thumbs.

“Really?” All three men ask in sync, surprised.

You nod and shrug. “Parents never took me as a kid or anything, and I’ve never really left the Midwest before I met you fuckers,” you chuckle as you watch the white-capped waves rolling along out in the water.

“Well, you’re welcome,” Santiago grins over at you. It was his whole idea to come, and you’re sure you’ll never hear the end of it. “Could’ve mentioned it sooner though.”

“Didn’t think it mattered,” you shrug, smiling at the way you can feel Frankie’s chest bounce with a laugh. “Come on, let’s go to the beach,” you turn in Frankie’s arms and ask him with a grin, eyes wide with excitement.

“Sure thing, babe,” he nods and steals one more kiss before the two of you walk back into the hotel room.

There’s a voice from the other balcony before Frankie slides the door shut. “We’re going to the bar,” Santi yells. “Meet us there after!”

-

“What the fuck is this?” Will Miller’s gruff voice conveys across the gift shop, to where you’re admiring a shibori-dyed garment.

Looking up, you hear Benny’s loud laugh. “No way. Why would they even make this shit?” You wander over to where the four men have congregated, all staring at something in Will’s hands.

Santiago does the work for the three of you who have yet to see it and reads the label on the bottle aloud. “Seduction: pheromone sunscreen.” He laughs, absolutely in disbelief. “Awaken her passion with this pheromone-infused tanning lotion. Contains a masculine fragrance and the male pheromone, to attract a female. Damn. Does it work?” He asks the woman behind the counter, who shrugs in response.

Frankie picks up the bottle, and Will grabs another, reading the fine print. “Why in the hell did someone think this was necessary?”

You shrug and lean against him to read it too. “I don’t know. Probably for guys like Will who are desperate,” you tease, earning a playful shove that pushes you into Frankie and makes you lose your balance for a moment. “Fucker,” you mutter and steady yourself on your boyfriend’s arm.

“I’m buying it,” Santiago announces and puts it on the check-out counter. “Fish, I’m going to steal your girl with this,” he declares and pulls you into his side. “The power of the pheromone sunscreen.”

Laughing, you allow it to happen. “Maybe it’ll be irresistible, I don’t know.”

“Hey, don’t awaken my girl’s passion, man,” Frankie whines teasingly and pulls you back, wrapping both arms around you protectively. “If you’re using it, Santi, I’m using it too. It’s only fair.”

“It’s only fair if you don’t,” he shoots back. “She already loves you. It’s not like it’s gonna make her think you’re hotter. It’s only fair if I do it alone, and you’re the control.”

“Hi, I’m not a lab rat,” you speak up and push Santiago’s chest teasingly. “Try it on yourself and see if you can make other girls around here fall in love with you. Better yet, like I said, put it on Will. That’s a real test.”

The quietest of the men is your favorite to tease, mainly because of how he takes it. “You’ve never been in the ocean. I will personally make sure you never get to,” he threatens, lunging after you and making you squeal and dodge it.

-

“Is it working?” Santiago asks, giving you a full body twirl. You have to admit, the man is good-looking: you’ve always known it, and his glistening abs definitely emphasize it. Sadly for him, nothing about the pheromone sunscreen is making him unbearably attractive in your eyes. Your eyes are hidden behind mirrored sunglasses as you look at him, but you pull them down to roll your eyes at the ridiculous man.

“No,” you say with a sweet smile, taking Frankie’s hand from where it rests on his chest. He’s lying next to you in the two-seat cabana, wearing his swim trunks and ever-present ball cap. “I like this one still,” you grin as you run your eyes up and down his body.

Frankie grins back at you. “Maybe I’ll have to try that shit out,” he laughs, adjusting his hat. “If it’s so seductive, I wouldn’t mind having you all over me.”

Santiago makes a gagging noise and wanders down the beach, to where the Miller boys are playing sand volleyball a hundred yards or so away. “You know that you don’t need that for me to be all over you, baby,” you grin and lean over to give him a kiss. “Can we go swim?” You ask, sitting up and putting your sunglasses on your head.

Frankie sighs softly. This cabana was just getting comfortable. “I was thinking we could tan first,” he says, cracking his neck. “But if you want to, let’s go.”

You squeal and hop up, taking off the sunglasses before tugging on your bikini top and adjusting the bra. Frankie ogles your chest in the swimsuit and you smack his arm. “Francisco Morales, cut that out or I’m going to sit you back down and suck your dick right now.”

Frankie gulps. “Is that an offer, or-”

“Come on, Fishie,” you laugh. Grabbing his arm, you take off running through the sand, leaving him to follow. You both grin as the sand flies around you, the warm wind brushing against your skin. When you reach the edge of the water, you stand at the edge for a second and let the water rush over your feet and ankles. You look up at Frankie with big and confused eyes. “The water is so warm,” you laugh, slightly confused as you wade a little deeper.

“It’s the Caribbean Sea, babe,” Frankie chuckles, walking backwards and holding your hands, leading you deeper into the water.

“I guess,” you chuckle as the warm water surrounds more and more of your legs. “I suppose I just- Frankie!”

Note to self: never turn your back on the ocean, you mentally conclude as a wave hits Frankie from behind and knocks him over, into the salty and sandy water. You laugh a little as he falls over with a large splash, squealing as the water sprays you. He comes up a moment later, shaking his head to get the water out of your eyes. “Come on in, it’s really warm,” he tells you with a laugh, spitting the salty sea water out of his mouth. It’s only about thigh deep now, and you look down at him and wade a little deeper. He swims out and you follow, grinning.

“Hey, Frankie,” you ask, when the water reaches your navel.

“Yeah, babe?” he asks, confused when you drop your hands.

“Catch me!” You squeal as you jump onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His arms catch you, but he purposely falls backwards until the both of you are under the crystal-clear water.

When you surface, you wipe your face. “That wasn’t what I meant by catch me,” you laugh, swimming over to your boyfriend, who’s surfaced in a shoulder-deep area.

“Doesn’t matter. Now you went all the way under,” he grins at you. “Now you’ve really swam in the ocean- swam? Swum?”

“Have been in,” you offer, laughing and wading over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck, then your legs, and his arms encircle your middle. “It doesn’t matter. I love you so fucking much, Frankie,” you tell him with a wide grin, looking over his shoulder at the waves further out.

“I love you too, baby,” he mumbles and kisses you. His lips taste like the salt water the two of you have been submerged in. His hands grip your hips as he wanders through the water, you hanging off of him like a koala.

You rest your face in his neck, admiring the scent of seawater and sunscreen and Frankie’s skin. Frankie starts singing a terrible version of the Piña Colada Song, making you laugh and press a loving kiss to the side of his face. “Is this your way of telling me you want to hit the bar?” You tease and squeeze him a little tighter.

“Maybe. You know I hate the flying part of getting here.” It’s ironic, you’ve always thought, but you suppose it makes sense that Frankie doesn’t really like airplanes. Helicopters are and always have been his forte, and it’s a feeling you understand: when he isn’t the one flying, he gets antsy. Things are out of his control, and he doesn’t like that. “I just need a strong drink and some lovin’ from you and I think I can finally relax.”

You grin and pull back, kissing him happily for a moment before pulling back and grinning. “Well, one part of that accomplished,” you grin. A realization hits you and you gasp. “Oh my god. You’re Fishie, and you’re in the ocean,” you laugh. “How did you ever get that name?” You ask, suddenly curious.

Frankie shakes his head, his hair starting to curl as it dries. The salty water makes it even wavier. “Doesn’t matter.”

You shrug and rest your head in his neck. You sigh and enjoy the feeling of Frankie’s arms and the warm water, the way a breeze rushes past and makes the back of your neck chilly from the drops of water resting there. Frankie mindlessly watches the other three men playing volleyball, wandering around the water with you. “Frankie?” You murmur into his skin.

“Yeah baby?”

“This has already been the best vacation ever, and it’s the first full day,” you tell him and remove yourself from his body, standing next to him in the water.

He grins and kisses you softly, wrapping an arm around your side to keep you close. “I fully agree.”

The two of you wander up to the shore a while later, plopping back down in your cabana. Will has gone to the bar and comes back with tropical drinks for each of you, which you hold in one hand and sip, your boyfriend’s hand in your other one.

A while later, Santi and Benny run back, covered in sweat from the heat and the game. “How about now, huh?” He asks you, flexing his arms, grinning.

You play into it, gasping and sitting up straight. “Oh, Santi,” you coo seductively, pouting. The face drops immediately. “Nope. Not working.” “Ah, should’ve figured. Anyone attracted to Fish would have weird preferences,” he shakes his head.

Frankie takes the alcohol-saturated lime from the rim of his drink and throws it at him, which makes a smack noise as it makes contact with Santiago’s chest. “Fuck off.”

“I will do no such thing,” Santi grins at him and plops down in the chair next to him. “My sole job here is to pester you two lovebirds and ruin your wonderful vacation.”

Benny, ever the prankster, sneaks up behind Santiago and pours a glass of ice water from the bar over his head. Santiago practically squeals at the sensation and Benny launches off into a run. Santiago follows. “You little shit! Just because you’re a fighter doesn’t mean I’ll kick your ass, Benjamin!”

The two of them occupied and Will up at the bathroom, you sigh as you roll over onto your stomach. “Frankie baby, will you sunscreen my back?” you ask him, propping yourself up on your arms.

“Sure thing,” he nods, sitting up and grabbing the bottle from your beach bag. He gets up and squirts some in his palms before working it into your lower legs, then your upper thighs. When he reaches your ass, he takes a few liberties in squeezing it. “That’s not how you put on sunscreen, flyboy,” you tease and giggle at the motions.

“Just got carried away,” he chuckles and works at your lower back, then your shoulders and arms. “There. All good.”

“Thanks, baby,” you coo and kiss him softly when he sits back down. “You want some too?” He nods, flopping onto his back. You repeat what he did, standing and working on his legs.

The further you get up his thighs, you can hear his breath hitch slightly, the wet swim trunks sticking tight to a hardening crotch. “Frankie,” you coo, working your hands up beneath the fabric.

“Sorry,” he winces, willing himself to force the growing erection down. Naturally, it doesn’t work.

You giggle softly, working some sunscreen into his stomach. “Don’t be. Pull up that shade, baby,” you tell him, referring to the shade that can completely cover the cabana when pulled up.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckles as you pull his swim trunks down just enough. “Guess I didn’t need that stupid pheromone sunscreen,” he murmurs hurriedly as the shade covers the both of you.

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[solarwonux]

Wildflower || Lee Chan

chan x f!reader

w.c: 3.0k

warnings: smut, thigh riding, car sex, drinking, mentions of weed

note: another repost aaaa I’m sorry but good news my semester had ended so now I can finally sit down and write. Anyway, enjoy let me know your thoughts

p.s listen to wildflower by 5sos while reading this if you’d like.

p.p.s my requests are open so if you’d like one send them in hehe,xx

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The flames of the campfire burned making your eyes sting in discomfort. You blinked rapidly trying to regain the moisture back in your eyes but your efforts were deemed as unsuccessful. You sighed, placing your head on top of Chan’s shoulder, feeling him shake as he laughed at something Jun had said. The arm that was securely wrapped around you got tighter, making the butterflies in your stomach erupt, just like they did everytime you were in his presence.

“You okay?” He glazed over at you, his cheeks flushed pink from the wine he had been indulging in all throughout the night. “I’m fine, my eyes are just a little dry.” You assured him, giving him a slight nod of the head. “I have some eye drops in my car if you want them.”

“God, yes please.”

Chan grinned and leaned down. He placed a soft kiss against your forehead before turning to face his friends, who had started poking fun at Chan, making all sorts of childish remarks. Chan rolled his eyes and grabbed a twig from the ground before throwing it at Soonyoung who was making kissy faces at the two of you like a five year old.

“You guys are so annoying.” He chuckled. He removed the blanket he had placed over the two of you. The cool wind of the ocean breeze hitting your arms making you shiver slightly. “Sometimes you just make it so easy for us.” Jeonghan said pointedly tilting his cup of wine in the direction you two were sitting in before bringing it up to his rosy lips and chugging it down.

“Whatever, we’re going.” Chan stood up and threw the blanket onto Joshua’s lap, who’s face lit up as he rushed to cover his body with the thin wool. “We’ll be back in like ten minutes.” He pulled you up by your arms gently and pecked your lips once you were at eye level with him.

“Ten minutes huh, so you’re like a hit it and quit it type of guy.” Jeonghan joked, sending the rest of the boys into fits of uncontrollable laughter. “We’re going to my car to get eye drops…I really hate all of you.” Chan groaned, pulling on your arm, silently asking you to follow him and get away from your friends as fast as possible. You trailed behind him laughing, listening to how they now decided to take it upon themselves and gossip about yours and Chan’s sex life. Each one making insane claims, only making Chan’s steps get faster causing him to trip every few steps due to the sinking sand surrounding your bare feet.

“I bet getting eye drops is like code for sex now a days.”

It was unclear, in your wine filled haze, how the two of you went from desperately searching for eye drops to now making out in the back seat of his car.

Eye drops.

That was the only purpose of your trip to the nearly empty parking lot. But when he couldn’t find them mumbling curses as he tore his car apart, finally realizing that Vernon had probably taken them after they had smoked a week ago. He gave up, staying silent for a few seconds before pulling you into the back seat. One you had familiarized yourself with after years of dating and sneaking around. Your scent etched in between the cracks of the old leather seats, a thought that always managed to turn your insides into mush.

“Mmm…we should go back.” You mumbled clinging onto Chan as you pushed his head further into your neck. He hummed nodding his head slightly as he desperately sucked a love bite onto the skin of your collar bone. “We should, but I don’t want to.” He raised his head, smirking, hooking his thumbs around your belt loops and pulling you onto his lap. “I have a few propositions for you.” He smirked and brought your shirt over your head revealing the white lace of your bra. “So innocent.” His fingers delicately traced along the lace detailing, as you waited for his so-called propositions or genius ideas as he sometimes liked to call them.

“Why don’t we try that thing you mentioned the other day over lunch last week?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and if your body wasn’t already feeling hot due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. The memory of your lunch date last Monday would’ve surely done it. “Here. Where we can get caught by our friends or worse the police?”

“That’s what makes it more exciting.” He winked and unbuttoned your shorts. His fingers teasing the seam of your matching panties waiting for your go ahead. It made your heart sore knowing that after years of dating he still waited for your approval. “Fuck it let’s do it.” You raised your body and brought down your shorts, hitting the back of your head in the process causing a loud laugh to erupt from Chan’s lips.

“Stop laughing and help me.”

“What did you want me to do? Look at you like you’ve sprung a third head?” He helped you take them off and threw them over the front seat. “You’re right I prefer you laughing.” You nodded before straddling his thigh and hooking your arms around his neck. He hummed and placed an arm underneath his head smugly before grabbing hold of your hip with his other one.

“Go on baby girl, I’m giving a free pass to get off on my thigh.”

“Like I need a pass anyway.”

“Hmm…I guess you’re right. I succumb to you in every possible way. All you have to do is open your mouth and ask.” Chan brought his arm down again before reaching over and placing his thumb against your bottom lip. He tugged on it making you open your mouth before inserting it, your tongue swirling around the calloused digit making him groan. “I miss seeing your mouth around me but I guess that can wait, now move baby.” He gave your hip a light tap before inserting his hand in between the waistband of your panties and groping your ass cheek.

You opened your mouth in an inaudible moan, his thumb falling out of your lips and onto your chin painting it with your saliva. You moved your hips experimentally, testing the waters scared that the fantasy you had been creating in your head wouldn’t be as pleasurable as you had pictured. Only to be proved wrong when the friction of his bare thigh against your panty clothed core sent a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Back to my propositions. If you can come undone on just my thigh, I promise I’ll fuck you until your seeing stars.”

Chan snickered watching your face contort in blissful pleasure as you started to confidently move your hips. He nosed at your neck before licking a strip up the shell of your ear making you whimper. “Does this make you feel good?” He teased, a smirk evident in his voice as he bounced his leg up. A choked moan escaping your chapped lips joining the heat in the air, while you shamelessly started to grind down on his thigh.

“G-God this is better than I imagined.” You threw your head back resting it on the seat in front of you. “I don’t know what’s better, hearing you say you’ve imagined this or watching it happen in front of me.” His bottom lip found its way in between his teeth. He clawed at your hips guiding you into a steady rhythm before taking his free hand and inserting it in the front of panties making you gasp.. He guides his fingers lower, gathering your slick before taking them out and bringing them up to his lips, lapping them sensually while you watched with hooded eyes.

“I want to feel you inside me, please.” You sat up and tugged at his shirt before bringing it over his head. “Please baby I want to feel full.” You dug your nails into his chest feeling the tension build up in the pit of your stomach.

“You will, once you come.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He kissed your cheek before undoing the clasp of your bra, letting the straps fall down your shoulders. “It’s amazing how I don’t have to do anything for you to fall apart.” He boosted, taking your earlobe in between his teeth. You moaned out loudly as he started bouncing his leg and pushing you down on him even further.

“Let go for me baby.” He whispered in your ear before leaving open mouthed kisses down your neck. He bit down on your collar bone making you cry out as your body shook. Your orgasm washed over you in waves, sighing out his name. Chan let out a satisfied hum as he held your body close, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You panted as your head fell in the crock of his neck. You sighed happily and ran your hand down his toned stomach, playing with the knot of his swimming trunks.

“That was the hottest thing ever love, we should do it more often.”

If there was one thing you would never complain about regarding your boyfriend was the fact that he always kept true to his promises. But if there was one thing that you could complain about was how truly evil he was when it came to giving you what you wanted.

You hated it.

“Channie stop fucking around and just get on with it.” You groaned as he pressed the head of his cock on your clit.

“Patience is a virtue honey.”

“Well my patience is wearing thin, if we take any longer the guys are going to come looking for us.” You arched your back as he ran his cock down your pussy lips, making you clench over nothing. He pulled back and spread your arousal along with his precum over his angry head, giving himself a few tugs before positioning himself at your entrance again.

“Frankly I am a little offended that you’re thinking about other men, while we’re in such a compromising position.” Chan says as he slowly starts to push in, your heat taking him and wrapping around him deliciously. Even after years of dating he still had such an overwhelming effect on you and he knew that. It made his chest swell up with pride knowing he was the only one that could make you feel the way he did.

“You always take me so well, always so tight. It’s like you’re made for me sweetheart.” He groaned once he was fully sheathed inside of you. Chan leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing your whimpers as he slowly started moving. He kept his pace, giving you time to adjust to him knowing fully well that it had been awhile since the two of you had had some alone time.

“B-Baby…f-fuck. You can move a little more.” You mumbled against his lips, clinging onto him. Your nails blissfully digging into his shoulder blades making him moan. He picked up his pace, his mouth trailing down the navel of your breasts, mumbling sweet sinful phrases, etching them into your skin. You arched your back, pushing yourself further into his mouth as he started hitting the mushy soft spot inside of you. Impressed that he had wasted no time in finding it, proving to you once again that he knew your body as if it were his second skin.

“Angel please let me cum inside of you.” He begged his kisses on your skin getting more desperate as well as his thrusts, causing the little coil of pleasure to form in the pit of your stomach. And as much as you didn’t want this moment to end, to stay underneath him in the cramped back seat of his car. To beg him to make you come undone over and over until your body couldn’t handle it anymore. You knew you couldn’t. It had been well over ten minutes.

“Hmm…are you sure?” You placed both of your hands on either side of his head pulling him off your nipple. The loss of his mouth disappoints you but you need to see his face. Needed to see the pleasure he was feeling painted over his perfect features. “Are we ready for that?” You let out a whimper as his thrusts got slower yet harder, making it a point for you to really feel him inside you. To take in how the head of his cock hit your g-spot. To feel the ridges and his veins pulsing against your soft velvety walls, indicating that he was starting to get close.

“More than ready…p-please I want to fill you up with my cum.” He begged resting his forehead against yours, his mouth opened with pleasure. His hot alcohol induced breath fanning your face making chills run down your spin. You nodded, your whimpers getting more desperate as he started to rub his thumb along your clit in moderate circles. The pressure increased as the two of you desperately started to chase your highs. The heat of his car wrapping like a blanket around the two of you making the intensity of the moment even higher.

It made you feel as if the two of you were back in high school and sneaking around with one another. Making out in the same seats during lunch time choosing each other rather than your food. It brought back memories of all the nights underneath the stars at the abandoned football field, listening to him spew random facts about space. And the first night the two of you made love to one another by the lake on a raggedy old blanket his grandma had given him for the holiday season. It was overwhelming to have him this close to you always. To feel him and every inch of his body knowing very well you were the only one that was able to make him come undone the way he always did. And it sent you to the moon.

“C-Channie I’m close.” You breathed out. Your hands moved down his back, pushing him deeper into you. Trying your hardest to feel him closer than what he already was. He moaned out your name like a prayer, his thumb on your clit getting faster as well as his deep thrusts. The dam that had been kept away broke and you felt your orgasm crash harder than before.

“F-Fuck me.” Chan moaned his head falling into your neck as he came undone, painting your walls with his sticky substance. He thrusted into you a bit more, your walls milking him out as he mumbled sweet praises against the shell of your ear.

“I already did.” You joked, a low laugh escaping his lungs as your chests heaved against one another. “I have a proposition for you now.” You whispered snaking your hand up his back and resting it against the back of his head.

“Okay, what is it?”

“We should do that more often.” You giggled. He raised his head giving you a smug look before cupping your chin and bringing it up so his lips were hovering over yours. “How about a round two and we call it a night.” He proposed giving you a chaste kiss before rubbing his nose against yours.

“I think that’s the greatest idea you’ve had all day.”

Chan held onto your hand tightly as the two of you slowly made your way back to the beach camp. Your body was exhausted and you could tell Chan’s was also. Which made you laugh as sometimes the two of you liked to think you had the same stamina you had when you were younger. Each time you were proved wrong but neither of you liked to admit it.

“Finally, we were starting to think you guys got kidnapped.” Seokmin said as he leaned forward roasting a marshmallow.

“To be fair DK and Hoshi were the only ones that thought that. The rest of us knew exactly what was going on.” Vernon spoke, taking a bite out of his s’more, groaning in disappointment when the melted marshmallow fell out of the confinements of the cracker and onto his chin.

“We were looking for eye drops, which by the way I know you took.” Chan sat down on one of the empty lounge chairs. He pulled your arm gently before circling them around your waist and bringing you down onto his lap. You smiled shaking your head as the lewd comments started to filter in.

“I knew that was code for sex.”

“No it’s code for actually looking for eye drops.” Chan gazed over at you. “Right baby?” He sent you a playfully wink making you laugh. No matter what came out of your mouth next, the teasing would never stop. And you knew they would be bringing up the eye drop story as they were now deeming it, until the day you took your last breath. So you shook your head and gave Chan a quick peck before turning to face your friends.

“Chan’s right we were just looking for eye drops.”

[tothemeadow]

Can I order a hotdog with ketchup and french fries to share with Denki and Shinsou?! - 🌸💐

Normally, I'd tell someone to keep it to one character for events like this, but this was too good to pass up 👁👁

Summer Feelings Event

'sandy boy' / Kaminari D. x Reader x Shinsou H.

warnings: NSFW, semi public sex, blowjobs, anal fingering, bottom Denki because yes

words: 1,343

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“Ugh, I have sand everywhere!” Denki whines, his face scrunching in discomfort.

Both you and Hitoshi snort in amusement. Unlike your other boyfriend, you and Hitoshi decided to stay situated on your shared towel, hidden away under the umbrella. Denki was the one who chose to roll around in the sand. Sharing a look with Hitoshi, you sigh.

“Denki,” you start, “what gave you the idea that rolling in the sand was a good idea?”

Denki flashes you a pout as he plops down before you; instinctively, you spread your legs, allowing enough room for your boyfriend to shimmy in between and rest his back against your chest. “We’re at the beach, aren’t we? You’re supposed to play in the sand.”

“Yeah, but not roll all over like a dog,” Hitoshi speaks up. He quirks an eyebrow. “How bad is it?”

Clearing his throat, Denki squirms in his spot, reaching down and tugging at the hem of his trunks. “Uh…” He trails off, a slight blush blooming on his sun-kissed cheeks. “I’m feeling sand in places where it shouldn’t be.”

You wrap your arms around Denki’s thin torso. His skin is warm yet grainy; naturally, he didn’t even bother to brush off any of the sand clinging to him. He really is a baby that needs constant supervision, isn’t he? “Alright,” you say, glancing over to Hitoshi, “guess that leaves no other choice than to get you cleaned up.” You pinch his side, causing Denki to squeal. “Get up, big boy. We’ll help out.”

With that, the three of you get up and take off towards the public restrooms; the building is significantly cooler on the inside, the fluorescent lights a stark difference compared to the sunshine outside. Surprisingly, nobody else inhabits the space, not even to take a quick breather and cool off.

“Jesus, you’re a mess,” Hitoshi grunts. “What you’d do, take half the beach with you?”

“Ha ha, very funny,” Denki shoots. “Just help a bro out, won’t you?”

“Yeah, bro,” you say to Hitoshi, a teasing smirk growing on your lips.

Hitoshi scoffs. “I didn’t know a poly relationship came with the bro title. My bad.”

At that, Denki laughs, his entire face cracking with a bright smile. “You can always put a bro title on anything! Why wouldn’t you?”

Hitoshi mutters something under his breath, but neither you nor Denki catch it. The three of you settle into a comfortable silence as you work at brushing Denki off. It’s quick work, drifting your hands over his arms and legs to rid them of the sand; things only truly begin to slow down once you reach his swim trunks.

“You’re gonna have to strip,” you tell Denki. His face drops. “What?” you ask him. “You said that you got sand in places where they shouldn’t be. Take the chance and clean it up now while nobody else is in here.” Hitoshi hums in agreement.

Denki laughs awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck. “Well, yeah, but uh…” The blush on his face only continues to deepen as you and Hitoshi glance downwards.

“Oh for the love of-“

“Seriously, Denki?”

“I’m sorry!” Denki exclaims. “How else am I supposed to react when you guys have your hands all over me?”

Dragging a hand down his face, Hitoshi heaves a sigh. “You could try not to get a hard on.”

“Christ,” you mutter. Leave it to Denki to turn a seemingly innocent act into something lewd. “Welp,” you continue, “can’t have you walking around like that. You might scare the kids.”

Denki’s jaw drops. “No it won’t!”

“Says you,” Hitoshi says. “Just drop trowel, bro. We got you.”

Audibly gulping, Denki hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his trunks and yanks them down, leaving them pooled pathetically around his ankles. His cock gradually swells to full size under yours and Hitoshi’s attention; and, just like Denki said, it’s covered in sand. The room falls into silence once more while you wet some paper towels and take your place before Denki, Hitoshi stepping behind him.

“Ah, shit, that’s cold!” Denki exclaims once you begin to wipe the sand off his dick. Funny that he complains about it, though – his cock says otherwise.

“Quit being a baby,” you mumble. “You’re the one who brought this upon yourself, after all.”

Hitoshi snickers. “You really did say sandy cheeks, huh?”

“Shut up,” Denki shoots over his shoulder. “Don’t say things like that…”

“Aw, is Denki getting all shy?” you coo. “What happened to our confident baby?”

“Shut up.”

You and Hitoshi share a snicker, but you then fall into yet another silence. Denki bites his lip and shifts in place, clearly trying to keep some level of composure, but you can see the beads of precum oozing out his cockhead as clear as day. Jesus, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say that’s he touch starved. Besides, you did say that Denki couldn’t walk around the beach like this…

He gasps as you wrap your lips around his cock, tongue sweeping over the head and collecting the precum gathered at the slit. His entire body jerks, hand shooting out and grabbing onto the ledge of a sink to keep himself upright. Hitoshi merely looks over his shoulder at the commotion; he’s pleasantly surprised when he finds you looking straight up at him, Denki’s cock stuffed in your mouth. Ah, so it’s going to be one of those days. Might as well join in on the fun, right? Spitting into his hand, Hitoshi grabs Denki by the asscheek and pulls it apart, slick fingers reaching down and prodding at the tight ring of muscle.

A squeal bursts from Denki’s mouth. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Quiet,” Hitoshi grunts. “I don’t got lube on me, so sorry if it’s dry.”

Denki shudders as Hitoshi wriggles a finger inside his ass, the rigged muscles clamping around it immediately. Mixed with the feeling of you sucking on his cock, he’s feeling dizzier by the minute, arousal swirling in his tummy. He feels so hot, that delicious flame licking at his insides while the two of his boyfriends play with him like the little slut that he is. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t like it, that uneasy feeling that anyone could walk in at any time. And so, he keeps a tight grip on the sink while his other hand clamps down over his mouth, muffling his pleasured sounds.

“Dirty boy,” Hitoshi husks into Denki’s ear, lips ghosting over the shell. “Getting horny over the slightest of touches, eh? What if somebody walked in, saw you getting your cock sucked and your ass played with? You think they’d want to join in or watch?”

You groan from your spot on the floor at Hitoshi’s dirty words, at the way Denki’s cock twitches in your mouth. It is exciting knowing that the three of you could easily be caught like this. It only drives you to go harder, to swallow around Denki’s cock and fondle with his balls. His breathing quickens, head falling back onto Hitoshi’s shoulder. You imagine the sight of Hitoshi fucking Denki with his fingers, easing that tight hole open and prodding at that sweet, sweet spongy spot inside him.

“I’m gonna cum,” Denki whimpers. “Fuck, I wanna cum, lemme cum – fuck, fuck, yeah – ah!” His breath catches in his throat while he shoots his load down your throat, hand instinctively clutching you by the hair to keep you in place. His hips shallowly rut into your face while he rides out his high. You pop off with a wet sound, licking the excess cum off your lips as you haul yourself to a stand. Hitoshi withdraws his hand and kisses Denki on the temple.

“Look what you did, dirty boy,” he tells Denki. “You made a mess of yourself. What’s more, you made us hard.”

You hum. “That’s right,” you say, moving in closer and effectively sandwiching Denki between you and Hitoshi. “It’s your turn to take care of us, baby.”

[isitbussinjanelle]

Reposting this because I FINALLY have an Archiveofourown account! :D (also wanted to link this story for anyone who never got to read it. I also made some corrections and changes in this version).

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31558172

“No no no no please rethink this ba!” Raya is currently following the chief of heart through the halls of the palace. The chief, benja, is busy planning on the upcoming summer festival, and doesn’t have time for Raya’s whining- again. He’s busy emailing the chiefs of other lands about things like food, and entertainment ideas.

“Dewdrop, what’s the big deal? Is it so hard to volunteer at the beach?” Benja complains as he turns around, with the glow of the phone screen shining on his face.

“Um- Yeah! Whenever I volunteer at the beach, Namaari and her fang posse are ALWAYS there, causing havoc and being loud, and they don’t give a damn!” Raya shouts. The staff of heart are looking over at this father-daughter quarrel, noticing Raya’s raise in tone.

“Dewdrop, I understand that Namaari has the tendency to be...rambunctious, but it’s for the community? What if you save someone from drowning! Think about that and not Namaari, eh?” Benja pats the side of Raya’s shoulder and walks over to Tao, the head of the heart land cook team to talk about dinner plans for the festival. Raya starts to walk after him but stops and pouts to her self.

“You good?” Sisu questions. She came from the kitchen with a bowl of spicy shrimp congee

“No- far from that. Ba’s making me volunteer at the beach.” Raya sulks in the chair behind her and rests her chin on her hand.

“Why do you sound sad? That’s a good thing! Beach’s are fun, and- beachy!” Sisu exclaims, taking a sip from her congee.

“There not super “beachy” when the person I despise most is there- Namaari.” Raya pouts and crosses her arms.

“Sure- “despise”. I think you should go though. And I’ll come too! I’ll be your wing-women,” Sisu walks away with a wink and whispers the last part, but that doesn’t stop Raya from over hearing this jeering remark from the dragon. Sisu knows that Namaari and Raya have a love hate relationship- and the flirty banter they show when there together proves just that.

~*~*~*~*

“We’re here,” Raya parks her Jeep and opens the car door. She’s wearing a scarlet read swim suit with the words, “life guard” on the front and, “Raya” Imprinted on the back, both in bold white letters. She’s also wearing her iconic bamboo hat.

Sisu jumps out of the trunk of the car with pool noodles and water guns.

“Time to terrorize as many kids as I can find- catch ya later Raya!” Sisu dashes to the area of the beach with the most children, prancing like a goblin. Raya puts her hand on her hip and laughs, afterwards applying sunscreen to her nose.

Raya scans the sun lit beach- no Namaari. Was this Raya’s lucky day? A day of...peace and quiet? She silently celebrated, but still looked around to make sure her hopes were true.

She suddenly feels a tall presence arrive behind her. Her bamboo hat nearly falls off as she shrieks with terror.

“Boo!” Namaari shakes Raya’s shoulders from behind in attempts of scaring her- it worked. Raya turned around in a defense position, only to realize it was her rival.

“Namaari,” Raya spat with a mean look, taking a good look at the tall, muscular women.

“What’s dripping dep la?” Namaari says nostalgically. She new that Raya hated it when Namaari called her Dep la.

“I told you to stop calling me that, undercut,” Raya crosses her arms and smirks. Namaari rolls her eyes at the remark.

“Wheres your little posse of fang people?” Raya asked with attitude. Namaari thought this was cute.

“Didn’t show- and I didn’t want them too. I wanted a day all to my self. To get a good beach work out in.” Namaari winked as she tossed the dumbell in her hand up in the air effortlessly and caught it.

Raya sucked her lips and tried not to stare at namaari’s biceps, which was very, very hard for her.

“Volunteering again?” Namaari teased with an eye brow quirk as she looked Raya up and down.

“Yes- is that a problem little miss muscles?” Raya responded, quite embarrassed by how she admitted to the fact that she was looking at Namaari’s biceps. This made Namaari chuckle deeply.

“Not at all, princess. Besides,” she leaned in closer, “I kinda like seeing you in your cute little bathing suit.” She looked Raya up and down once more, smirked, and turned to head towards the beach.

Raya stood their with her face red and her arms still crossed and completely still, her feet hot from the asphalt.

~*~*~*~*~

Sisu came to meet Raya at her life gaurd chair after a while.

“Good news- found lots of kids to scare. Bad news- I think their mothers called the cops so I might have to split later on,” Sisu chuckled.

“Yeah. Uh huh.” Raya responded, only half listening because she was busy watching Namaari do high knees and bicep curls and sit ups. Hot. Hot. Hot- Was all Raya could think about. But she would never actually say that, ew.

Sisu soon noticed what Raya was so occupied by, and teased, “hmm...interesting. Namaari is super fine, huh?” Sisu said as a test.

“Yes ma’am,” Raya was practically frothing at the mouth, but snapped out of it when she fully thought about what Sisu had asked. “I-I MEAN NO! Of course she’s not! I mean sh-she’s okay looking, but I’ve seen WAY better than Namaari. Like, WAY.” Raya sat back in her chair with her arms crossed and lips pursed, still staring at Namaari helplessly.

“Oh yeah? Name ‘em,” Sisu interrogated, trying on Raya’s bamboo hat hat hat was nestled in the sand.

“No problem! There’s- um...uh...you know that one...guy..” Raya trails off as she stared at Namaari doing push ups. She shakes her head out of the trance.

“YOU CANT EVEN NAME ONE BYE-“ Sisu couldn’t help but laugh. Raya frowned with crossed arms and slumped.

“You know, I’ve seems that “one guy” tons of times...he’s not that bad looking if I’m honest.” Namaari is suddenly leaning on the right side of Raya’s chair, still doing bicep curls with the arm not on the chair.

“YOU- h-how much did you here..?” Raya felt like telling her off, but that wouldn’t do anything. When Raya was in private, she could think of all kinds of ways to tell Namaari off. But she can never apply that stuff when she sees her face to face.

“Not much...only the part where YOU couldn’t name anyone more attractive than ME.” Namaari smiled up at Raya from where she was at the bottom of the tall chair.

“Um, NO. That’s not what I was asked. I was asked to name someone BETTER than you, not attractive,” Raya climbed down from her chair and leaned against it, arching her back with both hands on her hips, looking up at the fang princess.

“Pfft- not what I heard but, puh-taytoe puh-tatoe right?” Namaari jeered. “You’d be a really good liar if your blushing didn’t always give you away Princess,” Namaari had a hand on the side of the chair, trapping Raya against it. Namaari caressed Raya’s hot face and used her index finger to raise her chin and smiled, “it’s cute though”. Namaari said with a smirk. That damn smirk.

Screw it, Raya thought. She grabbed namaari’s tank top with both hands and crashed her lips against hers. Namaari hummed with approval, one hand on Raya’s waist and the other in her hair. Sisu was on the side, jumping and silently squealing with happiness.

They kept this up for another 30 seconds or so. Raya was the first to break away from the kiss.

“I knew your lips were soft.” Namaari said all smiley as she backed away to return to her work out area. “Thanks for giving me a taste!” She shouted over her shoulder.

Raya was standing still with her lips pursed and her arms stiff to her side.

“Oh m-my spirits...I just did that.” Raya whispered aloud.

“UH- YEAH YOU DID!” Sisu hollered as she high fives the hand Raya was using just then to wave at Namaari nervously with a dorkish smile and giggle.

“But quit making that face. You’re starting to remind me of Marinette from MLB,” Sisu rolled her eyes and laughed.

“YESH NAMAARI LIKES ME TOOOOO!” Raya pumped her fists like a kid and yells a little too loud, causing the beach occupants near by to turn around, some even laugh. Raya’s knees turned in nervously.

“Can we please leave before I embarrass my self anymore?” Raya whines.

“Sure, lets get outta here lover girl, I’ll cover you for chief Benja.” Sisu grabs her arm.

[songbirdsingingthings]

Beachy Keen - Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

When you first met the blonde-haired boy, you never thought that he knew what being relaxed and carefree felt like. He exuded self-confidence and was always fired-up, but you could tell that it came from a deep place of longingness, anger, and insecurity. You knew enough of Midoriya and Bakugou’s past to know that their once friendly childhood became a toxic relationship pretty quickly. You understand where both boys were coming from. Izuku, who hadn’t developed his quirk for the most part of his childhood, was always there to lend a helping hand - especially to Bakugou. Then, years later, all of a sudden Bakugou wasn’t the star of his middle school. And the explosive boy, the pride and joy of all of those around him, all of a sudden did not meet the criteria of “future number one hero”. The years of showered affections, constant praise, and “can I have your autograph for the future?”s all ceased to exist now. However, both boys, at least to you, were nice. Well, Midoriya was nice, Bakugou was just kind of civil - which was a lot to ask for from the hero-in-training.

It was currently your second year at UA and all of the students had a long weekend off due to most of the teachers attending a hero banquet. Momo, being the sweet girl she is, wanted to splurge a bit on her friends and take them all to their family’s beach house on the coast of Okinawa. Everyone was so excited, especially you. You hadn’t had the opportunity to go to the beach in ages and you couldn’t wait to feel the soft sand in between your toes, feel the salty wind on your face, and relish in the yummy seafood. The school graciously allowed your class to take one of the buses and provided you with a cleared driver.

“Alright everyone! Make sure you have your luggage and double check for sunscreen! We do not want any sunburns and make sure to bring sunglasses if you have light eyes - the sun’s rays can be very damaging!” Iida said, listing his final instructions before the students boarded the bus.

“So Y/N, who are you rooming with now that Hagakure’s sick?” Ochaco asked you sweetly, stuffing her big trunk into the bottom of the bus.

“No one, I guess. I think I still get to keep the room,” you say, sticking your suitcase neatly next to hers. You step onto the bus and find a seat that was next to Mina and across from Kirishima and Bakugou.

“Oh, Y/N! Hey!” Mina said cheerily, giving you a smile.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” You ask, setting your carry-on backpack at your feet.

“Oh nothing, just Bakugou sulking as usual!” Mina responds, nudging your elbow and motioning over to the boy across from you. You were kind of confused. No one had done anything recently to get him into this pissed off state.

“Well… what poked the beast?” You said quietly to the pink-haired girl next to you. 

“Kirishima had to pull out of rooming with him because he had forgotten that he promised he would room with Sero, and now he doesn’t have a room.” Mina said, rustling around in her own bag to fish out her phone.

“Huh,” you say. “Have you asked Momo if there’s another room?” You ask, now facing the boys across from you.

“Tch, what do you think? I’m not an idiot,” he says, kind of glaring at you. You knew that there was only one solution to this predicament since you didn’t want Bakugou sleeping on the couch in one of the many living rooms. That would give anyone a bad back, and for Bakugou, an even worse temper.

“U-um, you can room with me since Hagakure can’t make it.” Bakugou looked at you incredulously and Kirishima gave him a wild grin.

“That’s a GREAT idea Y/N! Quick thinking!” Kirishima applauded.

“Have you dumbasses lost your minds?! There’s no way I’m rooming with her!” He exclaims. It kind of hurt you that you could basically see steam coming from his ears due to how mad and opposed to the proposition of the two of you sharing a room. You were about to respond but Mina beat you to the chase.

“Well Bakugou, what other option do you have? Breaking your back and not being able to enjoy anything on this vacation?” The pink-haired girl retorted, sticking up for you. You shoot her a grateful smile and turn back to Bakugou.

“I’m sure that there’ll be two separate beds and we can stagger times in the room if you want.” You assure him, trying to convince him. Bakugou leans his head back, closes his eyes, and sighs.

“Fine. But I swear to god, if there aren’t two beds I’m going to lose my mind.”

Spoiler alert, there weren’t two beds, but a single queen size bed in the newly cleaned room. You drop your bags in shock and slowly turn your head to see Bakugou’s, who was right next to yours. If Bakugou was mad then he was doing a fine job hiding it because all you could see was a blank expression.

“I-I can see if Momo has a blow-up mattress and I can sleep on that.” You say quickly, trying not to make him uncomfortable. Bakugou simply shakes his head as he rolls his suitcase onto the left side of the bed.

“Don’t be stupid. There’s enough space for each of us, and if you think I’m gonna let you suffer after… doing this then you're wrong.” He says bluntly, already starting to unpack his clothes. You should’ve made yourself look away and not be so nosy, because when you caught a glimpse of a pair of grey boxers, you could’ve sworn that your face lit up like a Christmas tree. You tugged your suitcase along with you to the right side and put away all of your clothes into the side dresser but kept out a simple orange bikini set for later that day. After the two of you finished unpacking, you made your way to the main living room to see the rest of the class lounging on the plush sofas. 

“So, who’s ready to hit the beach?” Momo asked, earning cheers from the class.

Their day on the sand covered shore was nothing short of divine. You all played beach volleyball, went swimming, and even tanned for a bit until the sun started to set, and then you all headed back to the beach house. For the first night, you, Sero, Jirou, Koda, and Todoroki were in charge of dinner. You decided to do an easy pasta bar so that everyone got to pick out what they wanted. After promising to be careful, Momo allowed the class to eat while sitting on the couches and watching a movie, which ended up being Clueless, much to Kaminari and Mineta’s protests to instead watch a more mature rated film. You ended up sitting next to Bakugou, but the two of you didn’t talk much - you were much more invested in the movie playing on the flatscreen. The class decided to pause halfway through to get some dessert which were pre-packaged ice cream cones. Out of nowhere, Bakugou called your name and tossed you one. You looked up at him with a raised brow which just caused Bakugou to scoff in response.

“You like (favorite flavor) the best, so I thought you’d want it.” He says plainly, grabbing a vanilla cone for himself. You gave him a smile.

“Thank you Bakugou, that was really kind of you,” you say sweetly as the two of you head back to your spots on the couch.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“YES! FINALLY!” Mina cheered as Cher and Josh kissed on the staircase. The scene even warranted cheers from some of the boys. Josh’s gesture made you melt as you gently sank into the couch. That is, until your shoulders were met with something hard. You turned your head to see Bakugou’s arm which was there, but he retreated it immediately. 

“Sorry,” he murmurs, eyes still facing the screen.

Okay, he is acting weird. First the ice cream and now this? He wouldn’t normally apologize for something like this. You shake the thought from your mind as you help the rest of the class clean up after the movie finished and turn off the lights. You made your way back to your room, only to see Bakugou in nothing but his boxers. The grey boxers. Flustered, you turn around and cover your face with your hands.

“Sorry sorry sorry!” You squeal, voice muffled by your palms. “I’ll wait til you’re changed.”

“I am. This is what I sleep in.” He responds as you hear him lift the covers and let them fall back on his bare chest. Your body temperature must’ve risen by at least 10 degrees because you felt like you were about to faint.

“O-oh.” You force yourself to turn around and grab your pajamas, booking it to the bathroom to change in privacy. You were horrified by what was in your hands. Your pajamas were the only somewhat skimpy set you owned - tiny little shorts with lacy on the bottom and a tank top with lace for the straps. Swallowing the large lump in your throat, you forced yourself into the set and then looked at yourself in the mirror.

If Bakugou can be fine wearing just boxers around me, then I can certainly be fine with wearing a tank top and shorts around him. After giving yourself a reassuring nod, you march yourself back into your room, stuff your clothes from the day in a hamper, and get into bed next to the blonde. You weren’t facing him so you couldn’t see, but his cheeks danced with an ever so slight shade of red. 

“Okay so how is this gonna work,” You ask, looking between him and the space in between the two of you.

“You stay on your side, I’ll stay on mine.” He states, looking into your eyes for approval. Giving a nod, you turn so your back is facing him and turn off your light. You try to make yourself feel comfortable in the silky sheets, but your entire body is freezing. You really should’ve packed better pajamas. A few minutes pass as your body is shaking until Bakugou speaks up.

“Oi, dumbass, what’s wrong with you?” He asks. As rude as his words could’ve been interpreted, you knew they came from a place of caring, so you turned around to face him, only for your noses to be just mere inches away from the other.

“I-I’m just cold I’ll be fine.” You say meekly, trying to avert your eyes and look at anything else in the room.

“Tch, sure.” He says simply, turning away from you this time. An uncomfortable silence graces the two of you until the boy decides to break it again.

“You looked better than usual today. In the orange.” You hear him say softly. Your breath hitched as your brain comprehended the words, making your cheeks turn red. “And your taste in ice cream flavors is at least respectable.” You couldn't help it - you giggled at his words. This made Bakugou whip around to face you as your hand went up to cover your mouth. “What the hell? I’m trying to give you a compliment and be nice and shit dumbass!” He growls, giving you a glare. You manage to calm yourself down but keep a huge grin on your face.

“I know, and it’s really, really sweet but seriously? Ice cream? That’s what makes you say ‘oh yes, that’s the girl I wanna date.’”. You were giggling again, but you were shocked when Bakugou let a little smile grace his face.

“Shut up, I’m new to this whole thing.” He says, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You don’t flinch when his hand makes contact with your skin - it’s like it was natural to you.

“Katsuki Bakugou,” you say, a twinkle in your eyes, “I like you too.” 

“I-I didn’t say that!” He protests, slight panic in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to.” You finish, tucking a stray piece of hair away from his face. His response was to pull you close to him which made you panic a little this time.

“Relax,” he says, “you were cold and now you won’t be.” He says matter-of-factly. Your face settles into a dreamy smile as you lay your head against his broad chest. The beat of his heart lulled you into a peaceful sleep and Bakugou followed you shortl with  a stupid smile on his face. Lets just say, that for the rest of the trip, you two didn’t stray too far from each other. And Bakugou made sure to grab you a (favorite flavor) ice cream cone before anyone else could get to it first.

[writing-mlm]

Date night

request: tooth rotting fluff, something a lil risky/ if you catch my drift or literally anything (accept angst)

warnings: cursing and smut don't mind canon, there are canonical inaccuracies in this 

"Are those swim trunks?" You covered your mouth to hide the chuckle trying to escape at the sight of Mako's nightwear. The green and white boxers nearly touched his knees and were so wide you almost didn't recognize them.

    "Harhar," Your boyfriend rolled his eyes before turning to face you, his face instantly lights up a bright red. It was morning so it was easy to see the blush on his pale face, not to mention his eyes instantly darted around your body and settled on the door behind you. "Shouldn't you be heading to the arena?" He stammered, taking a step back when you took one forward.

"I dunno if you can tell, but I need to get dressed," You tugged at the knot keeping the towel around your hips. Not that he saw, he was too busy looking away from you despite having seen you naked the night before. Sometimes you dreaded the fact that the self-proclaimed Team Avatar had split nearly a year ago but you learned to cherish the newly found time you could spend with him now. You even had time to move in together, although you had separate rooms. 

"Right," He cleared his throat, going to leave the room when you closed the curtains to your room. "I'll be in my room, if you need me," Letting out a hum you dropped your towel on your desk on your way to the closet while he left the room. As soon as he left, you let out a sigh and ran your hand over the marks he left last night, a grin spreading across your face all the while. 

Even if you loved teasing him outside of sex, you couldn't deny the fact that you were a major bottom. You loved it when he left marks or when he held you close as he degraded you. It was also fun to see him do a complete 180° when you weren't being intimate. 

"We're still on for tonight right?" You asked him in the kitchen as he made breakfast. It was date night but it was also the last match of the season and your team was counting on you since your replacement was less than ideal.

    "Of course," He nodded, moving over to the fridge to grab another egg, his lips catching your own on his way back. "Lin gave me the night off so I'll be able to watch your game," It was rare for him to watch games with his schedule, you both worked at the same times for the most part so it allowed more time together away from work. Though, he'd managed to catch the radio broadcast of the tournament and congratulate or console you.

    "Amazing, maybe I could get a good luck kiss," You grinned, wrapping your arms around his torso, your head resting on top of his while he flipped the eggs into an omelet. Mako hummed, his hips swaying with yours to the music faintly playing from outside 

"And when you win…" He trailed, subtly curving his body into yours. "You can take charge tonight," Kneading his sides, you shifted your head to his neck and pressed a slow kiss to it. His smell mixed with the food filled your nose as you pressed another kiss to his neck, that time it caused a slight moan from Mako. 

    "The eggs are burning," You whispered into his ear before walking away, the smell of slightly burnt eggs leaving your reach. All the while Mako grumbled about distractions. Going over to the fridge, you grabbed a jug of orange juice and poured it into the two cups set at the table. 

"Hope you like burnt eggs because I'm not remaking them," He called over his shoulder, sliding the eggs onto two plates making you laugh.

   "I've eaten literal trash, I'm sure slightly burnt eggs isn't going to be a bother, my love," When you lived with Korra, she often dared you to eat trash and you hardly ever said no. Not because you were afraid to, no, you did it because you didn't want to back down from a dare.

After breakfast, you checked the time and decided to head to the arena to get in a couple of hours of practice while Mako was at work. Even though you had a certain distaste for the prince, with his not so subtle flirting with your boyfriend.

"I love you," You whispered against his lips, your fingers playing with his baby hairs on his neck that he forgot to gel up again.

    "I love you more," He pecked your lips, hesitant to leave but the honk of the car outside pulled him away. Dropping your hands from his hair, you grabbed the keys to his moped and tossed it towards him before grabbing your own set. It was a Christmas gift from Asami around two years ago when you both were dating- when you thought you liked girls.

Like Mako, until you realized your feelings for each other you both thought you were straight. That the feeling Asami (and Korra) gave you both was romantic rather than the familial/platonic that you were actually feeling. It took Asami pointing it out during an event for Korra for you to notice that you had a crush on Mako. It also took another five months for you to ask him out, which didn't go as planned due to the fact that he passed out since you decided to do it in the middle of a fight.

It wasn't one of your brightest moments. 

°°°

"On the left side are the Fire Ferrets!" The announcer yelled into the microphone as you and your team waved at the fans in the stadium. When Mako, Korra, and Bolin gave up pro-bending you decided to take over and brought on a fire bender named Anika and an earth bender named Genji. Anika was a recent addition to the team after the previous fire bender moved and she was way better, in your opinion at least. Genji was still wary of her. 

"And on the right, we have the Red Sand Rabaroos!" The all-girls team waved as you stepped off of the platform and stepped to the left while Anika took the front and Genji went to the right. You tried to spot Mako in the crowd but so many people were standing up and blocking people that it made it nearly impossible so you turned your attention back to the match.

At some point into the first round, you managed to knock Adi, their team's firebender, into the water advancing your team into their territory. With that bit of confidence, you jumped up and used your right leg to swing the water in the direction of Ula, their earth bender just as Anika finished sending a fire shot towards her stomach. The two hits sent her back a zone while Genji got hit in his side by a disc.

In most games, you ignored the announcers play by play since it took you out of the game and it helped a lot during final games but as he called time, you got hit by a disc. The pieces of rock shattered and got inside your helmet, one of them managed to scratch your cheek. 

"Yellow card to Ula just as the first round finishes!" The announcer yelled as you took your helmet off and dusted your face off. "First round goes to the Fire Ferrets!" Letting out a relieved sigh, you let your shoulders slump and walked over to the extended platform with the rest of your team. 

"You good?" Anika asked back in your little room in the area, a small patch of water on your check cleaned the small cut. There were smaller parts of rock inside it so you needed to get it out before you healed it.

   "Yeah," You nodded, moving your fingers to start to clean it, the water glowing a light blue as the familiar tingle rushed over your face. "Just a small cut," Dropping the water back into the bucket, you fixed your hair back and stood up, Anika following you up.

    "Are you-" She tried to speak but was cut off.

"Is it too late for a good luck kiss?" Mako asked from the entrance of the room, his hand on his hip and head tilted to the side.

   "Maybe I need two since you're late," You teased meeting the distance and pulled him close. He placed his hands on your face and rubbed your cheeks while you played with the end of his shirt.

   "Seems reasonable," He grinned as the both of you kissed twice, the second one longer than the first.

"Sorry I'm late, I got caught up with Prince Wu, he wouldn't let me leave until he found a new set of pajamas," He apologized, his hands slowly drifting to your shoulders. "I got in just as the match started, though," Unwrapping your arms from him, you were pulled away by the sound of the cabinet slamming closed. 

"Hey, Mako!" Genji greeted, walking over from outside the room, and shook his hand. "Nice of you to make it, (y/n) was pouting the whole time we were training. Going on about missing you," Gasping, you smacked his arm with the back of your hand and crossed your arms. 

   "Don't act like you weren't complaining about the fact that you had to go against Adi," You recalled, chuckling when he struggled to say something back. 

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend," Anika drifted off, her eyes moving from Mako to you. 

   "Oh, yeah," You nodded, hooking your arm around Mako's shoulder. "Anika, this is my wonderful boyfriend, Mako. He used to be the leader of the Fire Ferrets until he started working with the cops and then he came back and now he's working with Prince Wu," You trailed and the sour look on your face quickly went away before Mako had a chance to see and point it out.

"You make it sound bad," Mako laughed but stopped when the announcer said the next round was about to begin. "I'll see you after you guys win, nice meeting you Anika!" He gave a wave to the others and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving the room. 

The rest of the tournament went by relatively easy, your team ended up winning with a K.O. from Anika.

"You wanna grab a bite?" Genji asked you, Anika and Mako, on your way out of the arena, his hand running through his hair that was still damp from when he fell off of the platform in the second round. "Same place," It wasn't unusual for you to go and get a victory dinner with the team, it was slowly becoming a tradition. 

   "It's date night," You shook your head as Mako slowly eased his hand into your grip. "next time, though. See you!" Parting ways with the two, you looked over at Mako and gently pulled on his arm to get his attention.

"How about we head home and have some fun…" You trailed off, your eyes shifting from his to your hands as you rubbed the back of his hand. "Maybe we can finally put that rope to use," A while back Mako had gotten some rope that he wanted to use in the bedroom but up until now all of your chances to use them had been a spur of the moment and the idea wasn't even in either of your minds.

   "We better hurry then!" He agreed with a clearing of his throat, his grip tightened around your hand when he saw your moped knowing it would only be so long before you'd be home.

°°°

"Fuck!" You moaned as your face pressed against the white sheets of Mako's bed, unable to hold yourself up due to the fact that your arms were tied behind your back. The rope that held them also held your legs up, spreading you to be in the perfect position for Mako as he rammed himself inside of you. "Harder- ah- please!" Gripping the red robe as you felt Mako angle himself higher, your eyes squeezed shut with anticipation, and the drool that was pooling on the sheets only got bigger.

   "You're so fucking hot like this, (y/n)," He whispered out, his hands coming down to get you off of the bed. His left hand was holding you by your stomach and the other was around your neck, the tips of his fingers pressed gently to the sides of your neck. "Look at you, so eager and ready for me," 

With your back to his chest, you were able to finally see him, his eyes were on the mirror beside the door that gave him the full view he was otherwise unable to see. Your legs were between his, your fingers just brushed the base of his dick that was twitching inside of you. You could feel your own twitch with every accidental thrust that came when he was admiring your body.

"Mako," You whined, dropping your head forward as you tried to bounce yourself on him. "Please, fuck me, please," Stretching your fingers as far as you could, you managed to loosely wrap them around his cock, the base was damp with lube but it wasn't as much as the rest of the shaft since he never bottomed out. His thrusts were always too fast for him to do so.

   "Is that what my prince wants?" He asked coyly, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as his hand that was previously around your neck trailed down to your neglected dick. "Hmm? Want me to press that handsome face of yours against the bed and have you screaming my name until you can't speak?" Nodding, you closed your eyes as he gave you a few pumps before you gasped at the feeling of his dick bottoming out.

"God, I love you," He kissed the sides of your neck before he pushed you back down to the bed and resumed his pounding. "Come on, darling, moan for me!" With an arch of your back, you called out his name, your eyes closing as you tried your best to push yourself back on him but with both of his hands keeping you in place you couldn't move.

"Don't stop! Please-" You were cut off by another moan as he gripped your hair, giving it a tug to pick your head up enough so that you could see the mirror.

   "Look at how hot you look, baby," He rasped, his eyes trailing from your ass to the mirror to meet your eyes. "Fuck, yes, keep looking at me," As much as you tried to keep your eyes on him, you found it getting increasingly harder with the tears welling up in your eyes from the pleasure. 

"Why're you crying?" He asked, his pace slowing down in case he was going too far and his hand dropped from your head but you shook your head and started moving your hips to bounce on him making him chuckle.

   "Feels good, keep going," You mumbled, trying to lift your head without his help but he went right back to what he was doing and leaned down. His lips grazed your back, they were slightly chapped but felt good nonetheless.

    "You're ethereal," He grunted, his pace getting slower and his thrust getting sloppy. "If I saw a picture of you I'd think you weren't real," Smiling at the compliments, your eyes closed again as you felt the knot in your stomach that had been there for a good couple of seconds start to unravel.

"I'm cumming," You panted out, your dick bobbing as you came on his sheets while it took him a bit longer. But it wasn't long before he was painting your insides white, the few twitches he gave along with it nearly tipped you over again. 

     "We should do this more often," He grinned while undoing the rope with a single tug at a certain loop, your arms and legs fell down without a moments notice and you collapsed onto the bed. "Poor baby," He cooed as you laughed and rolled over, cum now dripping out of you and smeared on your chest.

"I love you, too," You said, hooking your arms around his neck and gave him a tired smile. "But I'm so close to passing out," Mako only hummed and hooked his arms around you before he picked you up.

   "Go ahead, I'll clean you up," Nodding, you laid your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, letting the sleep that had washed over you pull you under while Mako took you to the bathroom.

[simonsrosebud]

Dalton + the foxes spring break trip

this was one of the first prompts sent for kalton and i’m SO SORRY that it took me this long, anon!! almost a month, now!!  okay that’s not really that long but still, i kept saying i’d have it and NOW I FINALLY DO!!!  (and she long too)

dalton’s sitting in the lounge while kevin gets his spring physical when allison comes through the room.  she backtracks when she sees him, and sits on the arm of his chair.

“getting excited for spring break?”  she shrugs her one shoulder at him.

dalton shrugs.  it might be nice seeing the girls.  “sure, might go home for the week.”

allison frowns.  she leans away from him and grabs his shoulder.  “you’re not coming to florida with us?”  and looks the other way when kevin comes out of abby’s room.  “did you not invite dalton to florida?”

kevin stops.  fuck.  “i was going to.”

dalton starts to smile.  “he definitely wasn’t.”

allison looks between the two of them and stands.  “okay, well, if this causes drama please call me over?  i’d hate to miss it.”  she sends a wink dalton’s way and heads into abby’s room for her spring physical.

dalton stands and grabs kevin’s hand to lead him back out to the car.  “i don’t care that if you don’t invite me, kev.  me hanging with your friends makes you nervous, but keep in mind that andrew approves of me?  remember the date to the zoo?  i know he’s who you’re actually worried about.”

kevin knows this.  god, he knows.  he remembers their double date to the zoo with andrew and neil- as awful as it was because animals make him nervous.  but it was obvious that andrew approved after he talked to dalton after the winter banquet, and neither were harmed or fazed.

kevin’s still trying to get the scoop on  that.

but he still can’t promise the foxes will behave, and a week with them without a way to get out?  scary.  it’s not like they’d be able to just go to dalton’s.

plus, the night they got him wasted and spilled some of kevin’s secrets still haunts him.

“i’ll think about it.”

two days later, kevin stops by dalton’s classroom before they start.  “you can come, but i’m not letting you do shit just to please my friends.  they’re assholes and we both know it.”  that’s fair.  kevin lowers his voice.  ”if they cross a line and you don’t call them out on it then they’ll keep going, and you won’t be having sex for the rest of the month, and i find you won’t like it.  got it?”

dalton’s smiling.  kevin’s 100% serious, and dalton knows he won’t hesitate to hold up his bargain, but he doesn’t care.  it’s wickedly entertaining regardless.  “yes sir.”

kevin nods, and goes to leave.  halfway out of the room he turns.  dalton’s students always watch him like hawks, but he’s used to it by now.  “i’m serious, miller.”

the house is bigger than their first spring break house.  it’s beach front, and if they have neighbors within a mile then kevin surely can’t see them.

he and dalton get one of the two bedrooms on the top floor.  it’s them, and allison in the room beside them.

the first day they’re there, after everyone’s settled, the drinks immediately start flowing.  dalton starts to get more clingy, and at one point they disappear for two hours.

when they come back, changed and showered, dalton sits on the sofa tucked into kevin’s side.  allison points a drunken finger at dalton.  “i’d ask you why you left, but i could practically hear you guys fucking just going up the stairs!”  she sticks a finger to her mouth to fake gag.

kevin’s not one to talk about his sex life with this crew.  and dalton knows this, but kevin can see a snarky remark brewing in his head anyway, so kevin decides he can indulge his boyfriend this once.  “just because you’re not getting dick doesn’t mean i can’t.”

nicky chokes on his drink.  “no way is kevin a bottom!”

a few wads of cash silently get handed to neil while the group reacts to his comment.

matt turns to look at them.  “eh, i guess i can see it.”

“me too,” dalton says.

aaron gags.  “i’d rather die than continue this conversation.”

the next day is going well until lunchtime when kevin, nicky, andrew, aaron, and himself are in the kitchen.  dalton has offered to make the sandwiches for the beach so long as in exchange for not having to drag one of the coolers down onto the sand.

“okay but for real, how do you put up with kevin?  we lived with him, but i can’t imagine dating him.”

“the same way i couldn’t imagine dating you, but erik can.”

aaron steals a piece of cheese from the pack.  “i’d pay someone to kill me.”

“you guys realize he’s sitting right here?”  dalton glances to kevin sitting at a stool to the island.  he looks unbothered.

nicky shrugs.  “yeah, but he’s used to us teasing him.”

“cause he knows he’s an asshole.”

“does he get pissy when you try to talk about anything other than exy?”

“he was an uptight dick when he first stopped drinking.  how does it feel to date an alcoholic?  kevin, how does a vodka sound?”  andrew raises a brow.  dalton notices kevin stiffen just a bit.  that one stung a little.

dalton clenches his hand on the knife and stops what he’s doing to look at andrew.  “you remember our talk, andrew.”  andrew stops.  “don’t talk to him or me like that ever again.  i don’t cross your lines, don’t cross mine,” he says.  “yes or no?”

andrew is still for a solid minute.  dalton knows he respects him just enough to stop when he says no.  dalton has proved himself, and andrew knows he isn’t intimidated by him.  kevin doesn’t even have that from andrew yet.

plus, dalton learned pretty quick how to speak his language.

which is why dalton waits for the nod he knows will come.  “i’ll indulge.”  and leaves the kitchen.

when he does he looks to the other two.  “tease me all you want, i’ve got tough skin, but insult my boyfriend or my relationship to my face again and we’re going to have real problems.”  he continues making the last sandwich of the bunch, his own.  “after all, aaron, i’m sure you don’t like it when the foxes all question why on earth katelyn would a simple minded seemingly homophobic dick when there are plenty guys on the football team that would kill for a chance with a cheerleader.”  he shrugs and takes a bite of his sandwich.

nicky looked guilty before, but after that he tries holding in a shit eating grin as aaron storms away.  when neil comes in a moment later confused, he asks, “why’s he pissed?”

“dalton came at his neck.”

neil, a little alarmed, takes a step away from dalton.

“that means he called him the fuck out on his bs, neil.”

oh.

“for what?”

dalton doesn’t care to stay for the rest of it.  he’s finished making sandwiches, and kevin looks smug where he’s sat.

“do good enough to keep sex for the month?”  dalton whispers and kevin tries not to laugh.  instead he takes dalton’s hand and leads him to their bedroom.

the next incident comes from the water balloons that dalton had brought.  no one notices they’ve disappeared until andrew comes through the house with a straight face and a bucket full of them.

he stands on the balcony that afternoon, pelting whoever went out on the deck with balloons.  and when dalton comes out with a few of his own he throws them right back.

but then neil comes out with more of his own, and matt joins neil’s side with a water gun.

dalton’s face falls.  “oh- oh this was not supposed to happen.”

as the attack starts, he tries to get back inside, but kevin is standing on the other side of the sliding door with a cocky grin, waving at him.

and the door’s locked.

“kevin!”

kevin cocks his head.  “i can’t hear you, d!”

dalton gawks, but then gasps when a bucket of ice water is dropped over him.  he looks up at neil leaning over the deck railing and laughing his ass off.  it’s a good thing he considers neil a friend.

kevin opens the door.  “sorry, i think the door must have been locked.”

dalton glares, and chases kevin soaking wet through the house.  when he grabs him by the thighs he lifts and throws him over his shoulder. 

“put me down or i- dalton don’t you dare throw me in the pool!”  he shouts when dalton runs out the door again.  and kevin shouts and grips onto dalton’s shirt as he jumps into the pool with kevin over his shoulder.

when they come back up kevin gasps and latches onto dalton.

“kev, i can’t carry us both!”  dalton jokes, kicking his legs to stay afloat.

kevin tries not to show his panic for a second.  he can’t touch the bottom.  “oh my god.”  his arms tighten around dalton’s neck, “i never learned how to swim,” he whispers.

dalton swims to where kevin can hold on to the ledge.  they’re both in their clothes, kevin even has socks on.

“you can’t swim?”

kevin shrugs and pulls himself out to sit on the concrete.  he peels his socks off, then his shirt.  dalton takes his shirt off, but he’s wearing swim trunks so he stays in.

“we never had the luxury of going to a pool or beach, i’ve only been to the beach a few times since i’ve come to south carolina.  i never go deep enough that i can’t touch.”

dalton holds a hand over his forehead to block the sun from his view.  kevin kind of looks like a god, backlit like this.

or an angel.

anyway…

“do you want me to teach you?”

kevin scowls a little bit, more to himself.  “don’t need to give them another reason to come at me.”

dalton nods.  he gets it, the foxes are a tough crew and kevin doesn’t always tell them when they’ve hit a nerve.  he just gives a “fuck you” and insults them back instead of telling them that he doesn’t like when they do ______.

to each their own.

but that night, dalton tells kevin to put his swim trunks on and meet him outside.  he’s in the pool when kevin opens the door.  “you know it’s like three in the morning, right?”

“you were up anyway.”

“sure, but not to go swimming.”  kevin sits on the edge of the pool.

dalton swims to him.  “what will it take for you to let me teach you to swim?”

kevin rolls his eyes.  he’s not doing this right now.  “d, i don’t go swimming.  there’s no point, really.”

“what if you’re on a boat and it sinks?”

“life jacket.”

“and if there’s not enough?  remember what happened in titanic?”

kevin glares.  they sit in silence for a minute, and eventually kevin looks his way again.  “what do you want me to do?”  he mumbles.

dalton pushes away from the wall.  “just swim to me.”

kevin stands.  “that’s not really teaching- oh!”  andrew rams into kevin to shove him into the pool, and dalton can’t really say he expected that, but it doesn’t surprise him once he registers it.  he knew andrew was awake when he passed him earlier.

andrew walked into the living room with a book in his hands, and stopped when he’d seen dalton.  “go to bed.”

“i’m waiting for kevin.”

“no fucking on the sofa, i’m not leaving.”  he said, and plopped down on the loveseat.

dalton kind of stammered for a second, and stood when kevin texted him back omw.

“i’m, no, we’re just going in the pool.”

andrew already had his book propped open.  “he can’t swim.”

“i’m gonna try to teach him.”  he’d said, and that was the end of it.

kevin gasps when he comes up from underwater, and on instinct swims to the edge of the pool and pulls himself out.  he goes to yell at andrew, but he beats him to it.  standing there, dry, andrew wipes a single splash droplet from his bicep.  “you can swim.”  and leaves.

dalton is grinning when kevin turns back around.

“i-i didn’t, i was already at the edge.”

“you swam like five feet, kev.  i think you’re capable of swimming, you’re just scared.”

he is not scared.  of water, for christ sake.

when dalton convinces him to get in the pool again, it’s just shallow enough that kevin can stand on his tip toes if he needs.  dalton is waiting on the other end.  kevin feels like a child.  “this is stupid.”

“just do it, and we can go have sex.”  and kevin isn’t even in the mood, because he’s still annoyed at andrew, but he’s not a coward anymore, so he ducks underwater and swims to his boyfriend.  when he gets close enough, dalton grabs his hands and pulls him the rest of the way.

kevin is smiling, a little.

he feels accomplished.  dalton isn’t stupid.

“okay, i didn’t include andrew in that, i promise, but at least we know you do know how to swim.”

and kevin literally has his lips on dalton’s.  he doesn’t want to think about andrew.  “shut up, please.”  and kisses him.

the only people who really get more color from the beach kevin, nicky, dalton, matt, dan, and allison.

neil’s is a special case, because while he gets tan, it’s only his legs, face, and arms to which he gains a wicked farmers tan that everyone teases him about.  he doesn’t really care.  you can only tell if he lifts his short sleeves, and since he never goes shirtless or wears tank tops, he can hide it.

aaron gets sunburnt, but that doesn’t count.

nicky claims that aaron always gets burnt, and that he’s never seen so much as a single patch of red skin on andrew.  only that he gets a little tan, sometimes, in the summer.

andrew decides not to let him be proven right (even though he is) and conceals himself under an umbrella, so no one knows for sure.  his armbands stay on, of course, and no one else is allowed to use his shade but neil and renee.

dalton plays football on the beach with matt and goes boogie boarding with neil and dan at one point.  and one day he surprises the group by saying that they should go surfing.

“you know how to surf?”  kevin flips his sunglasses up to look at his boyfriend clearly.  “since when?”

“we used to go on vacation to florida a lot, my grandparents used to have a condo.”

“and you surfed?”

“i mean, i’m no expert.”

kevin doesn’t care.  he’s seen surfers in motion.  it’s hot.  he wants to see dalton out there straddling a surf board.

but no one else knows how to surf, and they don’t feel like learning.  “we could go horseback riding like last year?”  dan offers.

dalton notices neil grimace.  kevin groans into his arm.  “what?”  he mumbles.

“i don’t trust large animals.”  he lifts his head up and points a finger at him.  “don’t make a comment.  that’s a perfectly valid argument.  they’re not to be trusted.  imagine if that thing kicked you in the face with a metal hoof?”

“aw, alright, it’s okay baby kevin,”  he pets kevin’s head, and jumps up and squeals when kevin lunges.  he tries to run, but falls behind tripping in the sand.  kevin grabs him from behind and jumps onto his back. 

dan turns to the group really quick.  “we all like dalton, yes or no, show of hands?”  everyone but aaron and andrew raise their hands.

neil looks back at him.  “andrew likes him.”

“aaron’s just still pissy that dalton told him to knock off the bs a few days ago.  he’s a yes.”

dan nods.  matt wraps an arm around her shoulders.  “man, i know kevin’s a pain in the ass, but it’s always just been his paranoia and anxiety.  the dude’s a little more fucked up than some of us.”

“that’s not necessarily relevant,” aaron says.

“no, i mean.”  matt shrugs.  “dalton’s good for him.  i think he’s helped a lot with that stuff.  he’s a good support system for kevin.  and a happy kevin is like the happy wife happy life thing, no?”

“you got that right.  plus, dalton’s not bad to look at.”  aaron kicks nicky’s foot.  “i’m allowed to acknowledge when someone’s attractive.  don’t tell me you don’t look at megan fox and go hm, she’s not bad to look at.”  aaron rolls his eyes.

allison looks out to kevin and dalton in the ocean.  they’re standing at almost chest deep, and dalton has one arm draped over kevin’s shoulder, keeping him steady, and the other pushing kevin’s hair from his forehead.

“this week was really fun.”

“i probably would’ve been annoyed at them all week without you here.”  dalton raises his eyebrows.  “you ground me.”

that makes him smile.  “i’m glad.”

kevin kisses him, and he means for it to just be chaste, but he goes in again because he can’t help himself.  and because he can.

dalton starts to smile against his lips, and slides a hand to the back of his head, through his wet hair.  “love you.”

kevin hums.  “i love you,” he mumbles, and when he pulls away he wraps himself around dalton in the water and drops his head on his shoulder.  thank god he invited him.

[slutforbuck]

Traveling Soldier Part 5 -- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Every day you took Bucky to a different place in Brooklyn, trying to spark more memories. Each place had a memory tied to it, today’s was the river. So many days you, Bucky, and Steve would go swimming in the river and have picnics. Bucky kept asking where you were taking him, and all you could do was smirk and reply with a “You’ll see!”

Finally you made it to your favorite spot, and pulled Bucky to sit. “This feels familiar. It’s so peaceful here.” You looked over to him while you pulled your shoes off, “The three of us would come here for picnics all the time. We would swim in the spring and summer.” You looked over your shoulder to the tree behind you. “There used to be a rope swing there. You and Steve would almost break your necks every summer trying to see who could get closest to the other side.” Smiling you remembered the simpler times, when you would spend your days sitting on the bank digging your toes into the sand, watching the boys making fools of themselves. Bucky stood and walked to the tree. Watching him intently, you saw him rub his hand against the trunk of the tree. He looked up into the branches and saw the frayed rope. He sat back next to you, “Tell me more.” You stood and waded into the water, “Right about here, you and Steve tried to fight. I was so worried that one of you were going to drown. I don’t even remember what it was that you two were fighting over. Steve tried to tackle you, but you were so much bigger than him. You pushed each other down and you were both under the water. I had to come try to pull you apart.” You had waded out till the water was around your waist. “You coming?” Bucky stared at you from the bank and shook his head. You waded back to the bank, “Come on. It’s not that bad.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the water. He sighed and stood. As he waded in, you noticed his eyes slightly glaze over. You held onto him, waiting for him to look at you. “Buck?” You whispered, worried. He shook his head, “Give me a minute.” He released your hand and swam to the opposite bank. You stood in the river, looking at him like he had lost his mind. He disappeared behind the trees, leaving you in the middle of the river. Sighing, you made your way back to the bank. Sinking to the ground, you dug your toes in the sand, just like you had when you three would come together. You propped yourself up on your arms and closed your eyes, losing yourself in thought. Water splashed your leg, and your eyes popped open. “Hey, come here.” You looked up at Bucky, shading your eyes from the sun. “I’m not swimming across that river.” Staring at you, he leant down and threw you over his shoulder. When you made it to the opposite shore, Bucky stood you up on the ground. “Now, come here. I want to show you something.” Placing your hand in his, you allowed him to lead you to a tree on the bank. “The last summer we were here, I came back here after I walked you and Steve home. I never thought the war would come here, I thought I would have more time..with you.” He pointed up the tree to a small carving. “I wanted us to have our own special spot for picnics. So I put our names in the tree, I remembered you saying how romantic you thought it was.” You looked up the tree, “Bucky and Y/n Barnes”. Slowly you looked back to him, “Y/n Barnes?” He pushed out a short breathy laugh and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “I guess I got ahead of myself, yea?” Smiling you looped your arm through his, “I don’t think so. Just hopeful.” Bucky turned you and pulled you against his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. Inhaling deeply, you tried to memorize this sweet moment. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head and guided you towards home.

That night you laid on the couch, and watched as Bucky got his makeshift bed ready on the floor. “Hey Buck?” He propped up on his elbows and looked to you, “Yea?” “Are you adjusting okay? Is any of this helping?” He shot a half smile in your direction, “It’s helping most everything. The uh..the nightmares, I don’t think anything will help those.” Leaning over, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “If you want to talk about them or anything, I’ll always be here.” Squeezing your hand he replied, “I know doll. Goodnight.”

You woke a few hours later to groans and soft yelling. Rubbing your eyes, you looked to the floor to see Bucky kicking the sheet off of him and punching at the air. “Buck? Bucky!” You slipped off the couch and onto the floor next to him. Dodging one of his punches, you scooted to sit at the top of his head. You played with his hair, hoping to ease him enough to wake him without causing him to panic. Slowly he began to calm, and you were able to make him wake up. “Bucky are you okay?” Your eyes were filled with worry as you helped him sit up. “I..I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You placed your hand on his, “No Buck. You didn’t answer my question. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Continuing to stare into his blue eyes, which had turned stormy with the nightmare, you searched for emotion. “Maybe just some water?” You smiled as you got to your feet, “I’ll be right back.” When you returned, you saw him with his head in his hands. “Here Buck. Is there anything else? Anything that would make you more comfortable?” He downed the water quickly then looked to you. “Well..I mean I hate to ask..Do you think you might could lay with me? I know the floor isn’t very comfortable but—“ “Yes.” You had already grabbed your pillow and settled next to him before he could finish his thought. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You snuggled under his arm and placed one hand on his chest, “Anywhere you are is comfortable for me.” Softly kissing his lips you whispered, “I’ll be right next to you if you need me. Get some rest Buck.” Nodding, he laid back and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to him.

The next few weeks, the two of you grew closer. Days were spent roaming the city, searching for old memories and making new ones. Your nights were spent curled up next to Bucky on the floor. You were able to transition him to the couch after a couple weeks, and eventually moved up to a stiff mattress that was placed on the floor in your bedroom. At lease once a week Bucky would go on a walk on his own, and would always bring back a bag of plums for himself and a bouquet of dahlias for you.

Bucky left this morning with his face deep in thought. He promised he'd be back around three that afternoon, so when five rolled around and he wasn’t back you began to worry. Hearing the rain pounding against the windows, you hoped that he was going to be home soon. You heard a sharp knock at the door, and you hurried over. When you opened the door, you saw Bucky soaked from head to toe, carrying a bag of plums and a drooping bouquet of dahlias. “Oh my gosh are you okay?! Where have you been?!” You frantically yanked him through the door frame and pushed him towards the bathroom. “Stop.” You froze, hearing the serious tone in his voice, and you turned to look at him. “Bucky you are soaking wet, and probably freezing. You need to get out of those clothes and take a warm bath.” The plums and flowers hit the floor as he closed the gap between the two of you. “B…Buck?” You stuttered, fearing that the Winter Soldier was back, and your Bucky was gone. Sensing your fear and worry, Bucky froze. “It’s me. I swear. I had to take a longer walk today. I needed to gain some confidence, I didn’t realize it would take so long. Or come off so..scary.” Puzzled you stared at him, “Confidence? For what?” Bucky smirked and pulled you flush with his body. Your breath hitched as he kissed down your neck, “For this.” A small moan escaped your lips as Bucky nipped at your neck. “Y..you really need to get out of those wet clothes Buck.” “I’ll get out of these wet clothes and take that warm bath if you do the same with me.” Your eyes went wide, surprised that he was being so forward. “Are you sure?” You didn’t know if he was even able to hear your whisper. He pulled away from you long enough to search your eyes to see if you were okay with what was happening. “Yes. I’m sure. Please?” Smiling you stepped to the bathroom to run the water.

You heard the door squeak open, and looked up to see Bucky. A small gasp made its way out, and you took in the six foot tall man standing in front of you. You wanted to look away, afraid that you shouldn't be staring, but you weren't able to look away from his beautiful body. Your eyes made their way to his face to see him smirking as he made his way to you. “Your turn.” He pulled you to your feet and began to peel your clothes off of you. He pulled you into his chest and brushed your hair away from the side of your face, “You are so beautiful.” You shuddered as he whispered in your ear, then pulled you into the tub after him. You settled between his legs, your back against his chest. Tilting your head back, you looked up at him. His head was laid back, a small smile plastered on his face, and his eyes were closed. You smiled at how content he looked. The two of you sat in silence until the water began turning cold. Bucky raised up and wrapped his arms around you and rested his face in your neck. “Could we stay like this forever?” You turned your head slightly to see his face, “In the tub or just…like this?” He kissed your forehead, “Just like this. Together. Happy. No fighting, no running, just..peaceful.” You smiled as you stepped out of the cold water and wrapped your body in a towel. “We can try Buck. Come to bed?” He stood, wrapping his lower half in a towel and following you to the bedroom. “Try?” “Well sweetheart, you’re going to have to go see Steve at some point, and you never know what’s going to happen with him.” You snuggled up to Bucky, eyes heavy. “Let’s get it over with then. Tomorrow?” “Mmmmm…..Sounds good Buck.” Bucky lightly kissed your lips, “Goodnight doll.” He looked down at you, eyes closed already, and smiled.

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Mini Fanfic #717: Having Confidence (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

2:12 p.m. at Smash Beach......

Daisy: (Standing Beside the Changing Tent Waiting For Luigi to Come Out) You're doing okay in there, sweetie?

Luigi: (In the Tent) Y-Yeah! I-I'm good.

Daisy: You sure? You've been in there for quite a while now. (Starts Getting Worried) You're not getting sick, are you?

Luigi: (Shyly Pop His Head Out of the Tent) I'm not sick, Daisy. I'm just.....a-a tad bit worried about something is all. (Quickly Chuckles a Bit Awkwardly) B-But I'm sure I'll get over it eventually!

Daisy: (Gently Place her Hand on Top of Luigi's) Weegie, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? What's wrong?

Luigi: (Takes a Deep Breath) Well.....if you really wanna know, I'm.....kinda scared of going out there..... Mostly because my body isn't really that great compare to you guys and everyone else here on the beach......

Daisy: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock) Seriously!? T-That's crazy talk! (Grabs Hold of Luigi's Hand) I've seen you shirtless and naked more times than I can count. Your body is beautiful!

Luigi: (Smiles a Little While Blushing) Thank you~ But if I'm being completely honest here, yours is a lot more amazing than mines could ever be. And before you ask, I promise you that no is insulting me, my body image, or anything in particular.

Daisy: I sure hope not. Cause I would be more than happy to kick anyone's ass in this beach if they do!

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I know you would, dear~ But really. I thought about all of this on my own. So you don't have nothing to worry about. I'm sorry if I'm ruining the beach fun for you guys.....

Daisy: (Gently Squeezes Luigi's Hand) Sweetie, you are not ruining anything for us. I just want you to have a good time as much as rest of us here. I think I know have a plan to get you out of this funk.

Luigi: (Eyes Widened) Wait really?

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Totally! I mean, it might not be the greatest plan in the world, but if it means helping you gain more confidence, than I more than willing to give it try! (Place her Hands on Both of Luigi's Cheeks) Wait for me, okay?~ (Kiss the Top of her Man's Nose) ('Mmwaaah') (Quickly Make her Way to the Rest of the Gang) BRB!~

Luigi: (Blushes Some and Smiles Softly More While Watching his Girlfriend Run) I love that woman~

Hades: (Smirks at Luigi Beside Him) Ah yes. She definitely pegs you, doesn't she?

Luigi: AH-

Meanwhile.......

Dedede: (Making a Small Sand Castle) Y'all ever thought about surfing before?

Cloud: (Resting his Head onto Tifa's Lap While She Gently Rubs his Hair) Not really. No.

Tifa: (Gives Dedede a Bit of a Sheepish Smile) Can't say that I have, your majesty.

Samus: (Smirks at Dedede While Relaxing on a Bench) Why? You wanna go out there and try it out for yourself, De?

Dedede: And have my ass slip and drown? ('Scoffs') As if!

?????: Guys! I need your help!

Dedede: (Turns to see Daisy) Daisy! Where you been, girl?

Samus: Yeah and where's our precious green bean?

Tifa: (Starts Getting Worried) Is he okay?

Daisy: Yeah. Well..... Kind of, sort of, not really? He's afriad of coming out of the changing tent at the moment.

Cloud: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion as He Gets Up From Tifa's Lap) Why? I don't see any paranormal activities around here.

Daisy: No. It's not the ghosts that scaring him this time around. It's because he thinks his body doesn't look great compare to ours.

Dedede: (Starts Getting Angry Along With Everyone Else) No one isn't telling him all of this, are they?

Daisy: ('Sigh') No. At least that's what Weegie told me. I dunno......I hope not.

Samus: (Already Starts Cracking her Knuckles) Same.....

Cloud: So what do you need our help for?

Daisy: Simple. I want you guys to give him a butt load of compliments once he comes out. That's way his confidence can boost up.

Tifa: (Smiles Softly) That's sounds like a great idea, Daisy.

Samus: (Smiles Softly) Yeah. If it means helping out our green bean out of there, I'm down with that.

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Sweet! (Confidently Points at the Tent) Let's hurry ourselves over there, people!

Meanwhile.........

Luigi: (Talks to Hades While Still Having his Head Pop Out of the Tent) So how exactly did you became the biggest troll in your universe?

Hades: Well, you see, I-

?????: Weeeeegie!~ I'm bacccck!~

Luigi: (Turns to See Daisy Coming Towards Him) Daisy!

Hades: (Waves at Luigi Before Disappearing) Hades out.

Daisy: Who were you talking to, sweetie?

Luigi: Hades. He was here, but he left for some reason..... Anyways, how's the plan going along?

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly) Smooth and perfect! But it does involve you coming out of the tent.

Luigi: (Frowns a Bit While Being Nervous) O-Oh..... really?

Daisy: (Gently Grabs Luigi's Hand While Giving Him a Soft, Reassuring Smile) Hey. It's gonna be okay, 'hon. I'll be here with you every step of the way. Promise.

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) You really are too good for-

Daisy: (Immediately Place her Finger on Luigi's Lips) Upupup! What did I tell you about saying all of that crap?

Luigi: It's not true and that I'm just as amazing?

Daisy: (Ruffles the Front Part of his Hair) Good boy. Now are you ready to do this?

Luigi (Takes a Deep Breath) Ready as I'll ever be......

And with that, Luigi slowly and steadily walks out of the changing tent. All while wearing a white t-shirt and a green swimming trunks. He was about to walk right next to Daisy when suddenly........

??????: Oooh-Wee! You're looking good already, boy!

Luigi: (Turns to See a Very Familiar Face) Your majesty?

Samus: (Gives Luigi a Supportive Smirk on her Face) Gotta agree with the King on this one, Weeg. The swimming trunks definitely matches your personality perfectly.

Tifa: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yep. Don't know about you, but we think you're already a full package.

Daisy: (Giggles While Giving Luigi a Flirty Like Look on her Face) Damn right you do, babe~

Tifa: (Gently Smacks the Top of Daisy's Head) Down, girl.

Cloud: Everyone's right. You look great already.

Luigi: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprised) You guys..... Really mean all of that?

Daisy: (Smiles Softly While Grabbing Both of Luigi's Hands) Of course we do, sweetie. You're perfect just the way you are and you shouldn't let anyone tell you otherwise.

Samus: Cause we'll be more than happy to knock anyone out if they dear try.

Dedede: (Wholeheartedly Nodded in Agreement) Damn. Right!

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I can't thank you all enough for this. And you're right, I shouldn't be scared of how my body looks. If you guys like it, then I should be more proud it! (Proudly Takes Off his T-shirt, Causing it to Fall Down to the Sand Ground)

Daisy: (Already Starts Whistling)

Tifa: (Happily Claps For Luigi's Sudden Revelation)

Dedede: (Laughs Wholeheartedly) Now that's the confidence boost we wanna see right here!

Samus: (Smiles Brightly While Giving the Plumber a Thumbs Up) Good on you, Weeg. You're making us proud already.

Cloud: (Notice Something in Front of Him) Huh. I didn't know you have a bit of chest hair.

Luigi: (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah. I uh.....Never got the chance to shave as of late.

Daisy: See!?~ (Happily Hugs her Man) I told you your body is beautiful. (Gives Luigi a Flirty, Seductive Smirk on her Face) It makes me wanna eat you up~ (Starts Kissing the Plumber's Cheek) ('Mmmmm-)

Samus: (Smack Daisy Upside the Head with a Deadpinned Look on her Face) Quit being thirsty already.

Daisy: (Winces a bit in Pain While Rubbing her Head) Okay! Okay! Fine. I'll behave. (Pouts at the Bounty Hunter) Didn't have to hit me that hurt, you know......

Luigi: (Gives Daisy a Sheepish, Reassuring Smile) It's okay, Daisy. We'll spend some quality time together once we get back to the mansion~ (Kiss Daisy on the Lips) I promise~

Daisy: (Smiles Brightly as She Pulls Luigi into a Loving Hug) Thanks, sweetie!~ I love you so much~

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) I love you too, dear~ Thank you.

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Holiday | M. Barzal Imagine

Dedicated to my girl @softbarzal 

Author’s notes: This is based off the song Holiday by Little Mix. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long time and the first that I’ve ever posted on here, so please be kind to me

Word Count: 2,373

Warnings: Explicit language and brief sexual content, as well as alcohol use

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Boy, have I told ya? I swear you put the sun up in my sky. When it’s cold, you pull me closer. So hot, it’s like the middle of July (July)

Melinda sees Mat's silhouette appear at the airport in Rio and she could literally cry from how much she's missed seeing him in person. It has been two months since she last saw him and she had been dying to see him again.

"Babe!" he smiles, and that's all it takes for her to run full speed towards him.

He drops his suitcase and she jumps right into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. She feels the tears start to roll softly down her cheeks and she hates how emotional she gets after a long time without seeing him.

"Babe, don't cry," he murmurs into her neck, before peppering her face with kisses.

"I can't help it! I missed you!" she replies, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Well I'm here now, baby," he smiles.

She realizes they're in the middle of a crowded airport and jumps back down.

"Welcome to Brazil," she smiles, lacing her fingers with his, as she leads him towards the exit.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna really like it here," he smiles.

They exit the airport and are immediately hit with the humid, tropical air of Rio. They make their way to the car and Mat puts his suitcase in the back while she turns on the car and gets the A/C pumping. He climbs into the passenger seat and she hands him the aux. He plugs his phone into the aux and 20 Something by SZA starts blaring through the speakers, to no surprise.

They sing along to the song while they hold hands over the center console. After 15 minutes, they arrive at her house. She parks her car and he takes his suitcase out of the trunk. They walk up to the front entrance and she unlocks the front door.

"I'm home," she calls out in Portuguese.

They walk into the living room and see a soap opera playing on the TV. They hear footsteps coming down the hall and Melinda's mother appears.

"Hello, you must be Mathew. I'm Gisele," her mother smiles, bringing him into a hug.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he smiles back.

"The pleasure's all mine. Melinda has told me so much about you," she smiles.

"I hope only good things," he replies hopefully.

"Yes, only good things. You and Melinda will be staying in the guest house in the back. I assumed you two would want your privacy. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask. Consider this your new home for the time being," she explains.

"Thank you," he nods.

Wanna have a little taste, so let me lay you down (Lay you). Nothing better than your skin on mine (Skin on mine). And I been looking for the feeling, looking all my life. Boy you give it to me every time

Melinda leads him toward the guest house in the back, so he can put his suitcase down. They enter the guest house and go straight into the bedroom. He puts the suitcase down and sits down on the bed. She climbs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling his waist.

"Hi," she breathes out, her lips inches away from his.

Before he gets a chance to say anything, she's kissing him, with an intensity that he's never felt before from her. He kisses back, trying to match her intensity, while she lays him down.

She breaks the kiss to lift her shirt up and he gets with the program right away, lifting her shirt up over her shoulders and head. He tosses it to the ground, not caring where it lands. He takes a look at her blue lacy bra and smiles.

"You're wearing my favorite color on you," he muses, flipping her over gently.

Before being able to make a response, he starts trailing kisses down her neck and chest, while his hands make their way around her back to the clasp of her bra. Just as he's starting to unclasp her bra, the sound of knocking on the door, grabs their attention.

"Lunch is ready, you two," her mother calls out, causing Melinda to groan.

Mat reluctantly gets up and wills his dick to go down from being half-hard in his shorts. Melinda puts her shirt on and suppresses the thoughts of wanting to kill her mom.

"Do we really have to go eat lunch with your mom?" he groans, pissed off that he got cock-blocked by his girlfriend's mom.

"Unfortunately we do. If we're not in the kitchen in five minutes, she'll break the door down and drag us into the kitchen by our ears. That woman doesn't play when it comes to that," she explains, causing him to grimace for a second.

After making themselves look decent, they leave the house and head back into the main house.

Can we make it all night? We don’t stop all up on my body babe, ooh. Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday, ooh-ooh. Up all night, we don’t stop feel up on my body, babe. We’re just dancing the night away. Boy, you feel like a holiday.

So, I’mma let go. No one else in the world could ever come close to you, baby (Uh-uh). Close to you, baby (Uh-uh). We’re taking it slow. Whenever, wherever, we’re lasting forever my baby (Uh-uh). And you’re turning me on (Uh, uh-uh)

Later on in the evening, they arrive at the beach and see the party is in full swing. They walk over to the beach tents and Melinda starts looking for her friend.

After a few minutes, she finds her.

"Melinda!" her friends squeals, bringing her into a hug.

"This is my boyfriend, Mathew. Mathew, this is my friend, Alessandra," she introduces them.

Mat extends his hand for her to shake, but she brings him into a hug instead.

"Melinda has told me so much about you!" she gushes.

"Alessandra, can you come here please?!?" a voice from afar shouts.

"I'll be right back," she sighs, running off towards the guy.

Mat and Melinda greet a few more people they know before grabbing some drinks and making their way towards the music and all the people dancing.

The song Check by Kojo Funds Ft. RAYE comes on and her hips start moving to the afrobeat song. One of his hands goes to her waist as she sways against him. The DJ keeps playing more island jams like Confidence by RAYE ft. Maleek Berry, Finders Keepers by Mabel Ft. Kojo Funds, and Come Closer by Wizkid ft. Drake.

After a while, their drinks are empty and they've grown sweaty from all the dancing.

"Let's go for a swim!" she suggests.

"Okay," he shrugs.

She leads him towards a secluded area of the beach, near a bunch of palm trees and bushes and she takes her cover-up dress off and tosses it on the sand.

"Last one in the water is a rotten egg!" she announces, before running into the water.

Mat chuckles before taking off his shirt and running towards the water. He eventually catches up to her and she's chest deep under the water, while he's only waist deep in the water, due to his height. She jumps onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"You know now would be a perfect time to finish what we started earlier," she suggests, the liquor making her bolder than usual.

"I am not getting arrested for having sex on the beach," he replies, even though his dick is very much onboard with the idea.

"It's dark, everyone is at the party, and no one comes to this part of the beach anyway," she assures him.

He remains skeptical, but she starts kissing him, trying to get him onboard with the idea.

It works because minutes later, her bikini and his swim trunks are in her hands as he thrusts inside her. Luckily, there aren't many waves in the water, allowing them to remain coordinated enough to fuck in the water. After a few minutes, they both come and take a minute or so to catch their breaths, before putting their clothes back on and making their way back to the shore. 

Luckily at the party, there are beach towels and they grab some, drying their bodies off. They stay for a while, before deciding to head back home. They take an Uber back home and end up fucking some more, going at it well into the night.

Boy, have I told ya? You give it to me like no other guy. We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (Summer). And that’s why I’m so glad I made you mine

The next morning, she wakes up to feather-light kisses across her abdomen. She opens her eyes and sees Mat in between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asks, still a little groggy from waking up.

"Trying to see if I can eat," he replies cheekily.

"Well, the food is in the kitchen," she teases.

"Well, what I wanna eat is right here," he replies, kissing her hip bone.

After 20 minutes, they're both laying side by side, out of breath.

"Fuck, we need to shower," he sighs.

"Save water and shower together?" she suggests.

"Of course," he smiles.

They shower together and manage to not fuck again in the shower. They get dressed and head into the main house for breakfast. Gisele and Mat start talking in French, which makes Melinda happy that they're getting along so well.

Right as they're finishing breakfast, they hear the front door to the house open and the sound of a male voice entering the house speaking rapid Portuguese.

Mat shoots Melinda a look and she informs him that it's her dad. Her father makes his way to the kitchen and greets Melinda and Gisele before stopping at Mat.

"Dad, this is Mathew, my boyfriend," she introduces them.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Fernando. Melinda has told me about you," he smiles, shaking Mat's hand.

"How was your business trip, Dad?" Melinda asks, noticing how awkward the exchange between her dad and Mat was.

"It was good. I was able to see your brother while I was in Florida and he sent some gifts with me," he informs her.

His father hands them all their gifts and sits down to have some leftover breakfast.

"Do you kids have any plans today?" Gisele asks.

"We're renting a boat and going out on the water and we're doing some sight-seeing stuff too," she informs her mother.

"Sounds like fun," Gisele smiles back.

So, put your love on me, up on me. Oh, boy, I love it when you’re touching me, holding me. No way nobody put that thing on me, up on me, like you do. Feel like a holiday (Uh, uh-uh). You know that I want it babe (Uh, uh-uh)

After doing some sight-seeing and visiting nearby historical landmarks, they arrive at the dock and get on the boat. Luckily, Mat has his boating license, so they don't need to have a boating driver with them. They sail out to the ocean and pop open a bottle of champagne and take out food from their basket.

They talk about the upcoming season and the upcoming school year for Melinda at Columbia. They even talk about when they first met at the Brooklyn Mets game. She had been chosen for the half-court shot challenge and didn't make the shot. Mat thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and was determined to talk to her. He looked her up on Instagram and slid into her dms, not expecting a response. He never thought that one dm would lead them to where they are now over two years later. They started as friends and after a year of friendship, they got together.

After a while of reminiscing on great memories between them, they head back to the dock. They return the boat and Mat suggests they go for a walk on the beach, with Melinda not expecting anything from it.

They start walking down the beach and at one point Mat stops walking and takes something out of his pocket. She notices it's a white ring box and feels the air get sucked out of her lungs all at once.

"I know what you're thinking and it isn't what you think. This isn't an engagement ring, it's a promise. It's a promise that in the future, preferably after your graduate college, that I'm going to give you a real engagement ring and I'm going to marry you. I hope that's something you want because spending the rest of my life with you is all I want," he explains, while she remains speechless, covering her mouth with her hands.

Soft "oh my gods" fall out of her lips and tears start rolling softly down her cheeks as she's in shock over what's happening.

"So yes, is this what you want?" he asks nervously.

"Yes yes yes, a million times, yes!" she finally cries out.

He slides the ring on her finger and the tears of joy start flowing more freely.

"I'm so in love with you, baby," he smiles, kissing her.

"Me too, babe, me too," she replies, still not sure all of this is real, and not some type of fever dream.

That night, she posts a series of pictures of her and Mat on her Instagram with the caption "whenever, wherever, we're lasting forever my baby 🎶". Mat comments with "I love you forever and ever baby ❤". Mat's phone blows up with texts from teammates and friends asking if he proposed and Melinda's phone blows up with texts from the WAGs, friends, and family, asking if she's engaged now.

They decide to put their phones on Do Not Disturb for the night and spend the night in each other's arms, enjoying the rest of the time they have together before Mat heads back to New York for training camp.

[gildedmuse]

So I seem to remember promising more Sora: Warrior Of The Sea Beach Episode. And by "seem to remember" I mean, it's in writing and thus hard to ignore. So despite the fact that none of you care, guess what? You're getting more of this ZoLaw AU.

First off, every member of the cast and crew understands the purpose of a beach episode: to waste time at the beach. Which means that everyone pulls up with swim trunks, blankets, grills and umbrellas. They are basically there to have a beach vacation.

I say everyone. Not Law. Law does not come prepared to party, he comes prepared to be pissy. But like everyone else (Yes, even Mihawk. Though technically only due to Shank's influence. Shanks forces him is what I'm saying. "Hey, even Beckmen is joining in the fun!" / "Benn always joins in these ridiculous games." / "What? My Beckmen? No! He's usually so mature and serious." / "He only seems that way compared to you. Because you are a child.")

The resulting shoot is pretty much pure chaos. Perona and Hancock are more interested in sunbathing than acting. Killer is kicking everyone's ass at volleyball. Franky and Ace are having a grill off to see who makes the better hamburgers and hot dogs (Sanji would totally win except that Pudding-Chan is right there and in a bikini and look, at some point it's difficult to care about things that aren't that.) Zoro and Luffy, meanwhile, are pretty much exactly the children you expect them to be, much to Robin's amusement. Look, she wrote a scene where Sora and Daichi "play wrestle" in the sea, but it has nothing on the actual thing. Because Zoro can often be oblivious and because, you know, Luffy she is sure they don't mean for it to look so homoerotic. It's just a shame Nami isn't here to capitalize on this. She could definitely sell Zoro pinning Luffy to the sand or Luffy wrapping around Zoro like he's made of rubber for more than a few quid.

Law is not enjoy this shoot.

Even when Benn finally gains enough control to start getting actual work done (you'd be surprised how authoritative Mihawk can be even in purple swim trunks) it soon becomes clear that this is going to be a longer than normal shoot. Not because the logistics, just people are not even trying. Ace will just start smiling in the middle of a scene where he shouldn't be smiling, and because Zoro really takes his cues on acting from Ace he'll immediately start smiling regardless of the line. Then Sanji will get angry with them both, which Pudding will think is adorable, thus leading to Sanji forgetting the script entirely to pay attention to her. Perona will tell Zoro off and get too close in his face, which will make Luffy jump in to "protect his virtue" (on order from Nami) which will make Boa jealous because how dare another woman be so close to her Luffy. Which will make Ace and Zoro annoyed which will make Robin giggle, which will distract Franky which will ultimately lead to the effects not working like they should, which will cause Shachi, Penguin, and Ikkaku to huddle up (definitely not them just laying on the sand and enjoying the day out) which of course gets Shanks and Mihawk's attention. Shanks tries to separate Perona and Luffy while Mihawk gives Zoro and Ace The Look which, despite his still authoritative aura is SLIGHTLY less effective when he's standing there in just swim trunks. Curse Shanks. So in the end, with a heavy sigh, he has to go train instruct Zoro in what he should actually be doing in the scene which somehow ends up with his hands at Zoro's bare waist as he goes through it all yet again.

Law HATES this. Fucking. Shoot.

Which is why he is so close to just leaving, as per Robin's suggestion. They don't need him there. Clearly. They can all get along quite well without him. It's obvious now that Law's real job is babysitting and at this particular location all attempts to be an adult are fruitless.

So Law is all set to leave but then Zoro gets out of the ocean, dripping wet, and heads towards his drink which Law happens to be standing beside. Not watching. Definitely. If anything, glaring. And he tries to keep glaring out at Luffy and Ace messing around as Zoro takes a nice long drink, eyes clearly focused on Law.

Which isn't distracting.

Zoro: Aren't you hot?

Law: *Takes a second to process what that actually means, covering by his continued glare* These are work appropriate clothes, Zoro-ya. Not all of us have forgotten why we're here.

Zoro: *Snorts* RIght. You can't be seen having fun, isn't that so Torao?

Law: *Turning his glare towards Zoro which is maybe a mistake because skin and water and mouth and eyes* I'm only being practical.

Zoro: That sounds boring *Reaching out to grab the end of Law's shirt* You should come have fun with us, Torao. You might even enjoy it. *Sideways smirk that is far too dangerous in nature, anyone with self preservation instincts would run*

Law: *Doesn't run* I… *Is older than Zoro and more experienced than Zoro and always the one to make suggestive comments to Zoro so how is it Zoro has currently got his hands wrapped in Law's shirt while Law seems unable to speak?* I didn't even bring-

Zoro: *Stepping closer, raising Law's shirt up a few inches to show his intent* It's just the crew, it's not like anyone will care.

Law: It wouldn't be very appropriate, Zoro-ya…. *Come on! He's half stripping you down! Be flirty or clever or mysterious or hell just step back and make him stop if you can't come off as at least competent. What the hell is wrong with you? Fuck, he's so close. And there's this trail of water falling from his hair to his lips. Fuck.*

Zoro: Look around. No one here is trying to be "appropriate" Torao. *Steps closer, feeling safe. Feeling cocky. Today has been all sword fights with Killer and sea fights with Luffy and Ace. Can you blame him for being in a good mood? And Law needs to join in, obviously. He's standing up here on the beach looking so miserable and serious. What he needs is to be dragged into the water and force to actually have some fun.* Unless…. *Cocks his head, looking Law over* You can swim, can't you?

Law: I - *It'd be nice if he could swallow right now because it definitely feels like he's going to start drooling. That damn water is curving up on the underside of Zoro's lower lip and he's so close. Law could lap that up for him. Could pin Zoro down and just….*

Zoro: *Beaming* It's alright. Luffy can barely swim, either. *Nods out to the water where currently Luffy is splashing around, riding on Ace's shoulders*

Law: *Eyes go to Luffy and Ace for once second and when he looks back Zoro seems so much closer.*

Zoro: *Still smiling even as he starts to peel off Law's shirt* Come on. *Tugging him by the arm, despite the fact he's still in his jeans and no wait he didn't agree to this!* We'll go together.

Law: *Manages to get Zoro to stop long enough to peel off his jeans so he's down to his boxers, which Zoro flushes at and isn't that what he meant? He can't be so inexperienced. Fuck, Law just wants to ruin this boy, he really does. But then Zoro is back to shoving him towards the sea, happily announcing to Ace and Luffy that he has a fourth and what does that even mean? What has Law gotten himself into?*

It turns out to be an overly competitive game of chicken (both Ace and Zoro really take it far too seriously while Luffy is clearly there for fun but also will break Law's nose if it comes down to it). Which means Law has his legs wrapped around Zoro, whose hands are curled up around his thighs and this could not get any worse.

He thinks.

Totally unaware that Robin has her phone out and is capturing this entire magical moment. And when Franky sits beside her asking why she's filming them fighting she just gets this smile that makes him want to unask because he knows Robin.

Mihawk has to eventually call the boys out to shoot a scene. He stands at the edge of the water with his typically displeased look. Law would feel so much more ashamed if Zoro hadn't chosen to just drop him slightly so Law's legs are wrapped around his waist, and carried him out of the water like that. Law tries to give his boss an apologetic look but it's difficult when he's so wrapped around Zoro, and Zoro's hands keep finding new places on his legs to hold him up. (And maybe Mihawk shouldn't look at actors who work for him that way. And maybe Mihawk should spend less time instructing Zoro. And maybe Mihawk can go to hell because Law has called dibs on this one. This one is his.)

(Also, thank you for this opportunity, Mihawk-san)

(Also, did Zoro really need to flash that smile at Mihawk? Did Mihawk's face just soften slightly? Isn't he like twice Zoro's age? He should really-)

Then Zoro drops him on the sand, and he's leaning over Law, practically on top of him. All other thoughts basically stop.

Zoro: *Beaming* See? Wasn't that better than just sitting around?

Law: *Forgets how breathing works for just a moment, and is way too out of breath by the time he recalls the process. So his mind goes into default Defensive Mode. He frowns* You just wanted a chance to beat Mugiwara-ya.

Zoro: Well… *Shrugs, like obviously. That isn't really the point, is it? Since he chose Law?* You did well Torao. For a beginner.

Law: *Crossing his arms across his chest, which is difficult with Zoro right there. Looks to the side, determined not to give a single inch* I don't like being used Zoro-ya.

Zoro: Right. *Frowns, pushing away from Law* It was Luffy's suggestion anyway.

Law: *Carefully glancing back* What was?

Zoro: *No longer looking at Law* To come get you. Tch. Like I would ever want to pair up with you, Torao. *Pushes off the sand, stalking off towards Mihawkk and the shoot*

Law: *Pushes himself up onto his elbows, watching Zoro go. Can't help feeling like he really messed up.*

Robin: Perhaps you should be more careful with our stuntman's feelings.I suggest next time you be more honest with him.

Law: *Doesn't jump at Robin's sudden appearance next to him. Totally.* There won't be a next time. This is a pointless waste of an episode and the studio will see that.

Law: *As an afterthought* And I was honest.

Robin: *Sets a hand on Law's shoulder in a quiet moment of commiseration*

Also Robin: I have it all on tape if you wish to watch it back. *Leaves*

Law: *Hates this fucking episode*

Law: ….. *Maybe wants to examine that tape.*

[ellohcee]

:)

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

“I dunno, Davey, it doesn’t look that easy to run on."  Despite the brunette’s words, David could see the other kid’s wide grin.  Oh, so he thinks he’ll have this race in the bag just ‘cause he’s got on a weeeeird, soggy, smelly coat on?

As if!

David points out over the beach, the small sandy dunes dotting their course to where the finish line meets the big, black boulders at the other end.  

"We start here, and run aaaall the way over there!  No pushing, we just run!”

“If you say so!"  The other boy stretches up towards the sky as David leans forward.  "I’m just sayin’ - it’s not gonna be easy for you.”

“Stop bragging!"  Even with his complaint, David is grinning with excitement as he announces the beginning of their race.  "On your marks, get set, go!”

The two of them are off like a shot, but only for a moment.  David’s shoes sink into the sand and he finds himself pushing harder into the unstable ground to keep his momentum up.  Meanwhile, Jasper practically glides across the sand, his bare feet barely even kicking up any sand as he runs across the beach as if it’s second nature.  He growls as he tries to speed up.

If there’s one thing that David knows about himself, it’s that he hates losing.  And, while, they said no pushing, he never said anything about a little grabbing.  He manages to catch up a little to the other kid and reaches out to grab onto the coat flying out behind him.

…Eeewww, it’s squishy and feels like wet dog!

David shrieks and yanks his hand back, letting go of the coat and shaking off his hand.  However, his shriek is enough to startle the other kid, and David watches with wide eyes as the kid trips into a small sand dune and tumbles head over heels onto his face.  He stumbles to a stop besides the other boy and drops to his knees.  Oh boy, this can’t be good.  As if on cue, he hears sniffles coming from the kid.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no he’s gonna be in so much trouble.

“Hey- hey!"  He gently shakes the brunette’s shoulder and sees a pair of watery blue eyes look up from the sand.  "I’m sorry, please don’t cry!  Um, uh,” he looks around for an idea, and only one pops into his mind, “you can push me over!  So that we’re even!  See?  You don’t gotta tell anyone that I made you fall and stuff.  I’m sorry, you can push me and make me fall too!   Please don’t tell your mom on me!"  

For a while, the boy doesn’t answer him.  Instead, he slowly pushes himself up onto his knees and keeps his gaze firmly on the ground.  David’s about to start off another round of apologies when an arm shoots out and pushes David over.

But it’s not rough.  He lands on his back with a light "oof”, and when he looks over to the boy, he sees the brunette grinning mischievously as he blows a raspberry at David.

“Cool thing about my coat, broseph!"  The boy pushes himself to his feet and starts running again.  "It’s wet enough that I can make fake tears!”

“You’re a LOAD of HOOEY!"  David shouts after him, scrambling to his feet as he chases after the brunette’s carefree laughs.  By the time he reaches the finish line, the other boy is grinning with his arms folded behind his head casually.

"Guess I win!”

“Yeah, by cheating.”

“You cheated first!"  

David sticks his tongue out at the other boy, who responds in kind.  They both stop for a moment to just stare at each other before breaking out into giggles.  Once they finally calm down, David nudges the other boy playfully with a wide grin.  "You won, what do you wanna do?”

“Hmm…"  The brunette taps his chin thoughtfully before grinning and running towards the ocean’s crashing waves.  David chases after him and falls to his knees just as the other boy does.  The wet sand is speckled with bubbles and holes, and the brunette starts to dig frantically at the spots with holes.  "We’re gonna dig for clams!”

“Why?"  Despite his question, he starts on his own digging, spying another hole opening up nearby.  

"Because I like eating them!”

“Gross.”

“They’re not gross, you’re just picky.”

“Still gross!”

As piles of wet sand build and get washed away with the waves, the two of them manage to find small handful of clams that the boy shoves into the pockets of his trunks.  A voice calls out to David somewhere, and he groans loudly.

“Aww man, I gotta go.”

“Really?"  The other kid looks sad, like genuinely sad.  Seeing him sad makes David sad too.  It’s not often that he gets to play with kids his age, nevertheless a kid who actually WANTS to play with him.  Quickly, he grabs the other boy’s hand and grins.

"Don’t worry about it!  We can play again another day!"  David tilts his head to the side with a realization.  "By the way, what’s your name?  I’m Davey!”

“Jasper!"  

"Okay!"  He grins wider and hugs Jasper quick, pulling back quickly to run towards the stairs.  "I’ll see you again, okay?”

“Okay!"  Jasper waves from where he stands for a moment before turning and walking towards the sea.  The odd direction has David pausing to watch, wondering if the brunette is going for a swim.  It’s pretty cold for a swim in the sea, which was why he turned him down earlier.  But that doesn’t seem to bother Jasper as he wades deeper and deeper into the waves before ducking underneath the water.  

When he pops back up, a little grey seal head pops up instead.  David nearly screeches when the seal turns around to wave a flipper at David before disappearing underneath the waves.  He quickly runs towards and up the stairs to claw at his mom’s jacket.

"MOM!"  He points at the beach, trying to get her to look at the place he last saw Jasper.  "MOM, I JUST SAW A KID TURN INTO A SEAL!”

“Oh, David."  She kneels down to his level and pinches his cheeks, making him try and swat her hands away.  That hurts!  "You and your imagination.”

“No but- I saw a kid turn into a seal with my own eyes-”

“David, that doesn’t happen and you know it.  You’ve been reading too much of those… um, what are they called?  The books with the kids transforming into animals on the covers.”

“Animorphs, mom,” he huffs, before shaking his head and refusing to let his thoughts derail, “but I’m serious!  I saw a kid turn into a seal!”

“Alright,” she chuckles lightly and takes his hand.  “Next, you’re going to tell me you saw a bat turn into a lady.”

“But-”

“Come on, let’s go home.”

As his mom tugs him away from the beach, David looks over his shoulder one last time.

He swears he saw it happen.

But… then again…

His mom is usually right, right?

He chews on his lip and thinks back on Jasper and the seal.  It’s not like Animorphs are real anyways.  That’d be reaaaal scary if that was true.

…Yeah.  Maybe his mom is right.  It probably was his imagination.  He shakes his head and follows his mom’s lead.

Yeah, probably just his imagination.  It’s not like something like this is going to bother him in the future, anyways.  

“What’s for dinner?”

“Fish and chips!”

“YEAH!”

[wayward-nephilim]

Never have I ever // JJ

Warnings: drug and alcohol use, sex (it is smutty smut u horny bitches)  

Prompt: you and JJ are playing strip never have I ever and things escalate.

Your laughs and the crash of the waves could be the only thing heard on the beach. JJ and you had decided to have an alone night without the other Pogues. So now it was just the two of you in front of a fire, with a bottle of Svedka in one hand and a joint in the other. “Okay okay.” You giggled, “Never have I ever went down on a girl.” This was the first sexual question one of the two of you decided to throw out. You were curious and had to admit that you’ve always had a crush on the blond. 

JJ blushed and took his shirt off, not breaking his eye contact with you. And took the bottle of liquor from you as you hit the joint. Every part of your body was feeling warm. You were left in your shorts and bathing suit top. He was left in his swim trunks. You moved your body closer to his, sitting on your legs and squeezing your thighs together to contain yourself. The tension got thick. “your turn.” You spoke, handing him the joint.

By now the sun was set and stars scattered the night sky. “Hmm. Never have I ever gone down on a guy.” He raised an eyebrow at you as he took a hit. All that was left was a tiny roach by this point. 

You looked at him as you took your pants off leaving you in your bathing suit. And at that time you felt vulnerable to the boy staring at you. His eyes burned holes into your body as he watched you slowly and teasingly slide your pants down your legs. He cleared his throat. “Your turn, baby doll.” You sat back down, this time closer to him. Your knees touching him. Head dazed from the proximity and the cross fade you were suffering from. 

“Never have I ever wanted to mack a Pogue.” You grinned, and he took his shorts off leaving him in only his underwear. A slight bulge shadowing through. 

“Who hasn’t?” He questioned. Pushing the alcohol away from him and stared into your eyes. “We done yet?” 

“Not quite.” You leaned your face close to his. His breath caught in his throat as your lips touched his ears. “I still have clothes that need to come off.” You leaned your back against a log and waited for him. 

“Well, I might be able to help you with that.” he grinned, “never have I ever had sex on the beach.”

Your top and bottoms stayed on. “Can’t say I have, Maybank.”

“Oh, Y/L/N. You’re truly missing out. Its kind of epic.” 

“Oh, do show me.” You opened your legs and he slowly crawled in between them. Your heart and your breathing sped up. He slowly started kissing up your thighs and you eagerly moved for him. His hands pulled you at your knee caps and your head lay on the sand. You rushed to remove your pants and he stopped you. 

“Let me help you.” He pulled the strings of your bikini completely revealing yourself to him. A wave of self consciousness waved through you. 

“Wait JJ.” You stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, “Do you want me to stop?” 

“No no. Its just- I’ve never done this before.” You blushed, “Like I’ve had sex. But no one has ever gone down on me.” 

“Are you okay with me doing this?” He asked you, all seriousness in his face. “We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

“No. I want it.”

“You sure?” He asked, You nodded your head. “ Let me hear you say it.” He teased, 

“Yes.” You bit your lip as he secured his arms behind your thighs and his hands on your hips. kissing you softly on the spot where you needed him most. You bucked your hips upward to feel more. Slowly he started using his tongue and you moaned. His movements became quicker and the faster he went, the better it felt. 

“Oh, fuck.” you moaned out moving yourself to feel the maximum pleasure. “Please.. oh god.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you bucked your hips upward, feeling yourself on the verge of your climax.

“Not yet.” His hot breath fanned your clit. You looked at him in the eyes.

“What the hell, JJ.” You breath out.

“Don’t worry. I got this.” He said, taking his boxers off and untieing your bikini top. He lifted you up onto him. “beach sex gets messy, I want you to ride me.” He spoke giving you a kiss on the lips. Your naked bodies were pressed against each other. You deepened the kiss. Wanting to feel every last sensation he was causing you to feel. The high you were on was from more than just weed and alcohol. You were high on JJ and never wanted to come down.

The kiss tasted like alcohol and a slight taste of smoke. Your tongues intertwining. His head trailed down. Kissing and sucking down your neck and on your breasts. His tongue on your nipples. You moaned and grinned your hips onto his. He lifted you, and slowly put himself inside of you. You were now the one kissing his neck, sucking on it. Making sure to leave your mark. You moaned as he slowly filled you up. “You ever done this before?” He chuckled,

“Done what?”

“Have you ever been on top?” He questioned,

“Oh.” you blushed. “No, I haven’t.”

“I’ll guide you.” He said giving you a kiss and leaned back. Leaving you on him, he put his hands on your hips. He slowly moved you up and down until you got the hang of it.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned out, his hands traveled up your body lightly grabbing your breasts. You bounced quicker and leaned your body back to get maximum pleasure.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around your body thrusting into you. Your moans where scattered and loud. JJ’a moves became sloppy sloppy and his warmth filled you. “Oh, God!” he cried out,

You started sucking and kissing his neck, making sure to leave your mark on him. He started rubbing your clit until every muscle in your body tightened and you threw your head back, letting the euphoric climax pulse through your body. “Fuck, JJ that was-“

“Mind-blowing?” He finished your sentence. You nodded and gave him a passionate kiss on the lips. Getting up off of him your legs trembled as you walked over to the log to get the bathing suit bottoms that had been placed on there.

“JJ, what are you gonna tell the others? Because I can guarantee neither of us can just act like that didn’t happen.” He knew you couldn’t either. It was the best sex either of you have had and the both of you together have had your fair share of sexual partners.

“We won’t tell them anything.” He shrugged, “Yeah, it was fucking amazing, but they don’t need to know that. We can keep it a secret.” He dusted the sand off of him and put his pants back on.

“They’re going to assume something from the hickeys in your neck.” You pointed out, smiling at him.

He rolled his eyes, “We can talk about it tomorrow.” He said poking at the fire until it was out.

“You coming back to my place?” You asked, “My parents aren’t home.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He walked over to you and pulled you in for a kiss. This time, it was slow and you melted right into it. You could get used to this. And you smiled into the kiss.