#beach date

[norithelord]

Syzoth and Ashrah's date with their 'Earthrealm skins' 💚🤍

Ashrah's outfit design by me 👉👈

[mferret9]

Stolitz Beach Date!!

What could be better than Stolas being beautiful (and Blitz being absolutely smitten) at the beach? I drew this for DomesticStolitzWeek happening over on Twitter and Bluesky. I'm travelling this week so this will probably be my only contribution, which is a bummer because the prompts are awesome!

[ricciardosheart]

Waves of Desires - Toto Wolff

Pairing - Toto Wolff X fem!reader!gf Warning - teeth rotting fluff, an age gap and some kissing nothing much

PHOTO CREDITS TO PINTEREST BUT I MADE THE COLLAGE

The golden hues of the setting sun spilled over the beach, painting everything in shades of orange and gold. (Y/n) stood near the shore, her red bikini shimmering softly in the light. Her beach curls cascaded down her shoulders, the salty breeze teasing a few strands across her face. She had borrowed Toto’s linen shirt earlier, and it now hung loosely over her, the fabric smelling faintly of him—warm, woodsy, and comforting.

Toto wasn’t far behind, wearing light blue and white shorts that emphasized his casual yet striking demeanor. A disposable camera hung from his hand, an almost whimsical addition that contrasted with his commanding presence. He watched her with a small, secret smile, admiring how effortlessly she blended with the natural beauty of the beach.

“Stay right there,” Toto said, raising the camera to his eye.

(Y/n) turned her head, startled. “Toto!” she laughed, her hands coming up to shield her face.

“Nope, don’t move,” he insisted with a smirk. “You look too perfect to let this moment pass.”

Reluctantly, she dropped her hands, her cheeks flushed with heat. “Fine, but I’m not posing.”

“Good,” he replied, snapping the picture. “You’re better like this. Just you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully but smiled all the same, walking toward him. “Do you always carry that camera?”

“Only when I know I’m going to be with you,” he teased, slipping the camera into his pocket.

(Y/n) raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “You’re full of lines today, aren’t you?”

“Just facts,” Toto said, his grin widening as he reached out, pulling her closer by the waist. “And here’s another fact: you’re absolutely stunning, and it’s driving me insane.”

She laughed, leaning her forehead against his chest. “You’re impossible.”

The waves lapped gently at their feet as they waded into the shallows. Toto splashed a little water at (y/n), earning a mock glare from her.

“Oh, you’re playing that game now?” she asked, bending to scoop water in her hands.

Toto held up his hands in surrender. “No, no—wait! Let’s not—”

Before he could finish, she sent a small wave of water splashing onto him. His shocked expression quickly melted into a mischievous grin. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

He lunged toward her, and she squealed, laughing as he swept her up effortlessly, spinning her around before lowering her gently into the water.

“Toto!” she gasped, smacking his arm lightly as she clung to him.

“Revenge,” he said smugly, his hands firm on her waist.

They stayed there for a while, laughing and splashing, their playful banter carrying over the sound of the waves. It felt like freedom—simple, joyful, and real.

Back on the shore, (y/n) sat cross-legged on a towel, munching on crisps from the snacks she had packed. Toto was a few feet away, meticulously building a sandcastle.

“Are you seriously ignoring me for a sandcastle?” she teased, tossing a crisp at him.

He caught it mid-air and popped it into his mouth, not breaking his focus. “This isn’t just a sandcastle. It’s architecture.”

“Of course, it is,” she replied, laughing.

Toto finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Why is that guy staring at you?”

(Y/n) glanced around and shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe he’s wondering why you’re building a sandcastle instead of talking to your girlfriend.”

Toto dropped the handful of sand and moved over to her side, wrapping an arm protectively around her. “He’s not staring anymore,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She laughed, leaning into him. “Possessive much?”

“Just careful,” he said with a smirk, pulling her closer.

Later, they lay under the shade of their tent. (Y/n) was stretched out on the blanket, a copy of Bared to You by Sylvia Day in her hands. Toto lay on his stomach, his head resting on her abdomen. She absentmindedly played with his hair, her fingers threading through the dark strands as she read.

“What’s the book about?” Toto asked suddenly, his voice muffled against her skin.

(Y/n) froze, her cheeks heating up. “Um… nothing important.”

He turned his head slightly to look up at her, an amused grin spreading across his face. “Judging by the way you just blushed, I’m guessing it’s not nothing.”

“It’s just… a romance novel,” she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“Spicy romance?” he teased, his grin widening as he caught her expression.

“Toto!” she groaned, covering her face with the book.

He chuckled, shifting so he could press a kiss to her stomach. “You’re adorable when you’re flustered, you know that?”

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, Toto pulled (y/n) toward the water’s edge. The waves lapped at their feet, cool against their warm skin.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. “You’re too beautiful for your own good,” he said softly, his voice low and full of emotion.

(Y/n) smiled, her heart fluttering. “You’re too dramatic for your own good.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Not dramatic. Just honest.”

Before she could respond, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. It was soft at first, almost tentative, like he was savoring the moment. But then it deepened, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer.

Her fingers tangled in his hair as the kiss grew more intense, the world around them fading into nothingness. The waves continued to crash, the breeze whispered through the air, but all she could feel was him—his warmth, his strength, the way he kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, he rested his forehead against hers. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

She smiled, her fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. “Good. It’s only fair.”

They stayed there, wrapped up in each other as the sun dipped below the horizon, leaving the world bathed in twilight. It was a moment neither of them would ever forget—a perfect memory etched in the sand and sealed with a kiss.

[nellyfishie]

farcille beach date!

[alyxmasfr]

Here's a bunch of blazeamy sketches. I love these two so much guys.

[etherealarte]

Maude

[sall3vv]

550 ᴀᴇ, 5 ʟɪɢʜᴛ- ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ | "ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ"

" I'd love to see Rojan through your eyes "

Some beach date scene I had to animate/make an edit of because I love this guy sm.

Song: No. 1 Party Anthem - Artic Monkeys

[human-otp-prompt-generator]

Beach Date OTP Prompts

They collect seashells together.

Or A collects them for B as a gift.

They build sandcastles together.

A buries B up to their neck in sand for fun.

They go swimming together.

A doesn't know how to swim. B teaches them.

A is scared of the water. B helps them get over their fear.

They have a picnic.

^ except the wind starts to blow everything away and they have to frantically clean up.

They take a long walk (bonus points if it's early in the morning or late at night when no one else is around).

They apply sunblock on each other (bonus points if they're not used to touching each other that way, creating some awkwardness).

A is self-conscious about their beach body. B assures them that they're beautiful.

They go surfing together.

Before the date, they go shopping for swimsuits and other beach necessities together.

[jamieroyjamieroy]

I haven’t been able to write anything for the last few days. Every time I open the document I can’t make the words appear on the page. Today I finally had a little bit of inspiration so I’m sharing some of my bucktommy beach date fic. Hope you like it. 🌊🌊

“Here we are.” Tommy announces pulling into the parking lot of the quiet beach. Jumping out the car to gather the supplies from the truck bed. His excitement makes him unaware of the discomfort Evan is desperately trying to hide.

The fidgeting hands and the rapidly increasing breathing goes unnoticed as Tommy loads up the picnic basket, blanket and bags. Evan takes a deep breathe and exits the car onto shaky legs, pasting a smile on his face. Evan watches the water as Tommy rounds the car his smile bright until he notices the paleness of Evan’s face. The unfocused stare and the quick, rapid gasps.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Tommy asks dropping everything in his arms and grasping Evan’s hands, standing in his eyeline and blocking his view of the ocean. “Evan, sweetheart. Please talk to me.” Tommy begs worried about the distant gaze and the shallow breathing that Evan is displaying. Tommy steps closer to Evan placing a hand on his cheek and rubbing a thumb across Evan’s clammy cheek. “Evan, let’s get you back in the car baby. There we go, sit down for me. Good boy.” Tommy says softly opening the passenger door and guiding an unresponsive Evan into his seat. Placing the long legs he so loves carefully into the car Tommy closes the door, fear and worry coursing through him. He has never seen Evan like this before. Grabbing all the things he dropped and throwing them into the truck bed, Tommy races around to the drivers side and jumps in. Reversing quickly with no plans other than to get Evan as far from the ocean as he can.

Tommy grips the steering wheel and wonders what he can do to help Evan. He is pretty sure he is having a panic attack or a ptsd episode, he remembers vividly the ones his some of his platoon members experienced during his army days, Tommy just isn’t sure what has trigged this in Evan. The cause, he knows, is secondary to finding a place to take Evan to feel safe again. Somewhere away from the beach, somewhere open incase Evan is feeling claustrophobic at all. Tommy looks over at Evan, he can see his mouth moving but his voice is so quiet he can’t make out what is being said. Spotting a park ahead Tommy reaches over and places a hand on Evan’s cold, shaky arm. “Almost there baby. Just give me a sec and I’ll help get you through this.” Tommy says trying to remain calm despite the worry roiling in his stomach.

[annabethsrealwife]

🧺 · JUST YOU AND ME

summ. you and kiara are on a cute little beach date at night. pairings. kiara carrera x fem!reader. a/n. just finished watching obx season four and i have so many questions.. the way it’s not even done yet and we only have five episodes.

you and kiara snuck out the house together you’ve guys been planning this for over a week! but you’ve guys been going through a lot lately and today was the perfect day for a date night at the beach! you both ran out the house giggling and holding a bag of things you guys wanted to bring to the date just blankets, snacks, drinks. about five minutes later you both made it to the beach, “finally! some alone time together at the beach!!” kiara said as she ran to the ocean with her surfboard.

you laughed as you saw her run in the ocean you dropped your things and ran after her. you guys had fun in the water, splashing each other and surfing. well.. kiara was doing most of the surfing because you didn’t know how to but kiara was there to help you. “okay.. just find your balance!” kiara yelled and you listened to her words you slowly stood up on the surfboard and just like that you could surf. you smiled as you did, “i did it!” you yelled.

kiara cheered you on she was proud of you now you guys could finally go surfing together. after a while you guys were now on the sand laying on a blanket you guys looked at the moon all you could hear was the crickets. “the moon is beautiful tonight..” kiara mumbled, “not as beautiful as you.” you said as you looked at her. she laughed at her comment and sat up “gosh you are so corny!”

“what? i thought it would be cute!” you uttered as you also sat up. kiara smiled and held your hand, “your lucky i love you you know.” you looked down at your hand that she held and looked back up at her and brought her in for a kiss. she ran her hands through your hair and kissed you deeply. you guys made out in the moonlight you knew no matter what happened you guys would always stick together..

[nephilimeq]

Coastal

Prompt: Beach Date

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161382943

Buck was doing his best to contain his excitement at being able to spend the next forty-eight hours with his boyfriend at the beach…

…but he had the distinct impression that he was not concealing it, as Tommy suddenly snapped, “Evan, I have the towels! And the sunscreen. And the snacks, drinks, cooler, umbrella, and everything else you told me was on the list for the past four hours!”

Yeah, so he might’ve been pushing a little bit.

“Sorry, babe. Just…we get a beach weekend! And instead of having to share some generic tourist beach, you got permission to take us to a beach with private access! I mean, c’mon,” he pleaded with him, stepping towards him and gently grabbing at his hand. “Lemme be a little bit excited about this?”

His boyfriend regarded him with a soft look…and then slowly smiled and said, “Okay. You can be a little bit excited. Just…pull it back a bit?”

Buck smiled back at him.

“Yeah, I can do that.” He squeezed his fingers between his own. “So, I’m done with packing the clothes and camping gear, and I’ve put it all in the truck. Do you have your stuff in the truck?” and Tommy nodded, and he felt some of the tension leave him knowing that things were where they were supposed to be. He had been looking forward to their beach trip for the longest time—and that longing had been exacerbated by the double date they had gone on just the previous weekend with Bobby and Athena.

It was now their official weekend off with no interruptions for the next three days, and Buck found every inch of his body practically vibrating with excitement at being able to be alone with boyfriend for several days with a guarantee that they would not be interrupted.

No wifi, no signals, just their radios and a backup satellite phone.

God, he couldn’t wait.

--

Tommy helped Evan haul their gear out of the truck and to their hidden campsite that Sal had given him permission to use. His boyfriend was nearly bouncing on his toes as he effortlessly lifted the fifty-pound cooler from the truck and hoisted it over his shoulder, and the airman took a moment to appreciate the bulging of his bicep as he did so, Evan’s mouth still running a mile a minute about some sort of fish that he had discovered was native to the area where they would be swimming.

He trailed behind him and smiled when Evan suddenly said, “I see our camping spot, babe! Looks great!”

He still wasn’t sure how their plans for a beach date had turned into a two-day camping trip, but it had, so there they were setting up their supplies practically right on the beach, the sound of the waves softly brushing over the sand reaching his ears as he crested the dune.

God, he owed Sal big time for this.

The wind had picked up a bit, and so he made the mental note to tie down the tent a bit tighter.

Of the two of them, Evan had probably been camping far more recently than he had—but Tommy was a bit more seasoned at setting up camp, so after a heated discussion Evan had finally conceded and let his boyfriend handle the actual setting up of the camp.

“It’s really beautiful here,” he said as he walked over to his boyfriend, who was looking over the beach with wide eyes. “Might have to come here more than once, you know?”

“Yeah, definitely. This is gonna be a great couple of days, babe.”

He then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Tommy’s lips and then moved to open up the cooler that he had carted down, already pulling out a couple of tonic waters for the two of them. Neither of them cared for straight water, but they had decided that they didn’t want to get drunk and not remember part of their date slash trip, so instead had split the difference and had packed tonic water, ginger ale, and a few juices for each of them.

There was also a lot of good food, as well as a few things that could easily be cooked on a camping stove, and he was trusting his boyfriend to not mess those up. They were there to make good memories after all.

--

Buck marveled at the campsite, keeping an eye on Tommy as he set up their tent, taking a moment to admire his muscles flexing in his short sleeve shirt and four-inch inseam shorts that he wore whenever he was outside, glad that they were completely alone. He didn’t want anyone else seeing the gorgeous view of his boyfriend.

“Looking good, babe!” he called out from where he stood a bit further off to the side, sipping at his tonic water.

Did he wish he had a lime or two and some sort of alcohol to mix with it? Yeah, sure—but he knew why he and Tommy had decided to not have alcohol for the next two days, and he honestly understood it.

They had been living together for only two weeks, but it felt as if he had always lived there. A new flow had been formed between them and it was now practically second nature to wake up next to him every morning, reach over him to turn off his vintage alarm clock, and then wrap an arm around his chest and say into his neck, “Time to get up,” and for Tommy to nod, press a kiss to his forehead, and then slip out of bed as if it was nothing to him, not even needing to blink himself awake, something that Buck honestly admired about him. It took him hitting snooze at least four times before he could even attempt to drag himself out from under the warmth of the covers.

They were eating meals together, working out together—occasionally showering together, when time permitted—and spent their free time either with each other or with either their friends from the 118 or the 217. Buck had gotten to know Sal better, and found that the man was actually funnier than he realized.

Lucy, on the other hand, had been a bit trickier to befriend (considering their previous history), but even now after just a few weeks, they were getting along like nothing had happened.

“Evan! Need your help, please!” Tommy called out, breaking him from his thoughts.

Shaking his head, he walked back over to him, depositing his drink back into the cooler along the way, and then helped him brace part of the tent as his boyfriend leaned over and hammered one of the stakes into the ground, and Buck took advantage of the angle to leer at the delicious curve of his boyfriend’s ass and thighs.

“Mmm, this is a nice view, babe,” he couldn’t help but comment.

Tommy snorted.

“Ogling my ass again?”

Buck nodded.

“Every time I can.”

He then was about to reach out to slap it nice and hard—but Tommy said firmly, “Don’t. Move. I’m not done,” and he stayed exactly where he’d been asked to, feeling a rush run through him at the tone of his voice, the sound of it immediately reminding him of nights in their bed where the older man would pin him down with a hand on his wrists and a fire in his eyes.

--

Tommy smirked as he noticed the way Evan reacted to his voice and chuckled as he bent over to hammer in the next stake.

He purposely popped his hip on one side, knowing full well that his boyfriend’s eyes were glued to his ass, and he reveled in the attention. He had been feeling a little bit insecure recently, and so it felt good when he knew that his boyfriend couldn’t keep his eyes—or hands—off him.

And just as he suspected, a moment later there was a pair of hands on his hips and Evan said, “Fuck, you look so good in these shorts,” and rubbed his thumbs along the side seams.

He shot a look at him over his shoulder.

“Wore them just for you, babe,” he said with a wink through his sunglasses. “Now, are you gonna keep helping or are you gonna keep groping my ass?” and without missing a beat, his boyfriend said, “Why can’t I do both?” and he laughed and straightened up and said, “After we’re done setting up, I give you full permission to have your way with any part of my body that you want…but until then, you and I are finishing up with this first.” He lowered his sunglasses and gave him a look. “Understood?”

“Ugh, fine!” he whined, pulling his hands away and rolling his eyes, and Tommy just shook his head and slowly stood up and moved to the next corner of the tent and had Evan help him as they repeated the process three more times.

By the time they were done, he was feeling parched—but before he could ask, Evan was already at his side with a drink in hand.

“Here, babe.”

“Thanks.”

They stood there admiring their hard work, sipping at their drinks, enjoying the feel of the wind and the sound of the waves…and then the next thing he knew his boyfriend had tackled him around the waist, thrown him bodily over his shoulder, and was jogging towards the water—and he coughed as he bounced on his shoulder and slapped at Evan’s ass as he said, “Evan! What…what are…what are you doing?” and in response he was thrown into the water with his boyfriend’s arms still wrapped around him.

He was disoriented for a moment and then came up, spluttering, and ran his hands over his face and pushed his hair off it and said, “Evan…what are you doing?”, laughing as he did so, and stared at the wet mess that was his boyfriend, who emerged from the water in front of him grinning like a madman, eyes sparkling through his soaked, blonde curls.

--

“Drowning you, of course. This was my plan,” Buck said as he moved towards his smoking hot boyfriend in the low surf, doing his best to wipe his hair off his face. “Convince you to come to a private beach and then kill you and hide your body out in the ocean. It’s the perfect crime…”

He was thrilled when Tommy threw his head back and laughed with his full body, every inch of him practically on display with the way the water made his clothes cling to his body.

“I think you need to think that plan through a little bit more, Ev,” he drawled, still blinking water from his eyelashes.

Buck barely heard him, completely focused on the way his gray t-shirt was completely sheer, showing off the broad planes of his shoulders and chest…and as he tugged at his shirt, it still continued to show his thick, wide stomach that the young firefighter loved, and worshipped as often as he could in the bedroom…as well as various other locations. And now the only thought in his mind was seeing if he could convince his boyfriend to skip cooking their dinner and instead go straight to the tent to christen their sleeping bag.

…and then his brain short-circuited the rest of the way as Tommy said, “Ugh, hate the feel of wet clothes,” and then swept the shirt off him in one smooth movement, revealing him in all his glory naked from the waist up—and as he emerged from the shallow water, it was like pure porn for his brain.

Dripping wet wearing only his short red shorts with his hair slicked back from his face, he looked like the beginning of every SeanCody wet dream he’d ever had.

Fuck.

He suddenly noticed his cock making itself known, beginning to harden in his own shorts, and he couldn’t help but say, “Oh, can we…can we fuck in the tent, now?”, not caring how needy he sounded, even as he slowly followed after his boyfriend like a dog following its master, eyes glued to his boyfriend’s entire body.

“Evan, you’re staring.”

“Fuck yeah, I’m staring. I have a hot ass boyfriend and right now all I wanna do is have him fuck me face first into our new sleeping bag,” he said bluntly, pleased when Tommy coughed and said, “Jesus, babe! We just got here…!”

Buck shrugged. “Yeah, so?”

Tommy laughed and shook his head, bending over slightly at the waist, making the fat bulge over the top of his shorts and he wanted to bite into it, and then his boyfriend said through his laughter, “How about we get some food and dry off and spend some time together first…and then I’ll fuck you so hard you forget your own name, alright?” and at that, Buck lit up, realizing that his boyfriend did wanna have sex, just not right at that moment.

Oh, thank god.

--

Tommy was amused at how eager his boyfriend was to have sex just from seeing him shirtless in the ocean—but at the same time wasn’t too surprised. If there was one thing that his boyfriend was good at, it was making him feel wanted and desired.

As he pulled out the food that they were about to grill up on their camp stove, he thought of how different it felt with Evan than it had with his previous boyfriends.

The airman was used to being objectified from both before and after he had come out as gay…but it had gotten worse after he’d come out.

With women, he mused as Evan took over the cooking, sitting next to him on a shared log, he had easily fallen into the role of being the man in the relationship and had been fine with them talking about how strong and manly he was, even if he’d felt nothing towards them in return—but with men it was like he had an almost god-like status and whenever he had stepped foot into a gay establishment of any kind (didn’t seem to matter what it was), he had always been mobbed and had men of every kind wanting to call him daddy and automatically assume from his looks that he was a stone cold top…

…but the truth was he liked being soft and enjoyed bottoming as much as he topped. And Evan was the first man he had ever been with who hadn’t assumed a thing and it was like he could finally breathe for the first time in a relationship.

“Hey, you still want yours pink in the middle?” the man in question asked, and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, like always.”

Evan shot him a bright smile and said, “Just wanted to make sure. Didn’t want to assume,” and then leaned over just far enough to press a kiss to his cheek, and the airman grinned, marveling at the fact that his boyfriend never assumed anything and always asked.

That was how it had been their first time together, actually.

Tommy still remembered the shock he felt when their’ making out had been getting hot and heavy, both of them having removed their shirts and jeans, lying on the bed in just their underwear, hands sliding everywhere, and then Evan had gripped his hip as he gently pulled back, panting, and then had asked him in a strung out voice, “How you wanna do this? Me first? You first? Maybe just get each other off just like this?” and he hadn’t known how to react.

Evan had then pulled back, obviously concerned because of how his boyfriend had frozen underneath him, and had said, “Hey, you okay? Did-did I do…do something wrong?” and Tommy had finally unfrozen and had hastily replied, “No, Evan, I’m fine. I’m just…you’d be okay with…either one?”

“Well, yeah,” he’d said, chuckling. “I don’t know your preferences, and I’m still learning mine, so…err on the side of caution, right?”

…and Tommy had known in that moment that he was with someone who actually cared about him, and everything had changed in an instant.

A nudge at his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see Evan smiling at him, a faint furrow in his brow.

“Hey, what’s got you all serious? We’re at the beach, you know. This is vacation,” he said, nudging him a second time, and the airman let out a low laugh and said, “It’s two days off, not a vacation…and I was thinking about our first time together,” he answered honestly, smirking when he saw his boyfriend’s cheeks go pink as he ducked his eyes, looking back at the food he was cooking. “You were so amazing…”

“Yeah, well, so were you,” Evan said back, looking shyly proud of himself.

--

He flushed under the heat of his boyfriend’s eyes and the burgers cooking in front of him. Yeah, he remembered their first time. He had been so nervous that his hands had been shaking, and he had been amazed that he was able to have someone as beautiful as Tommy Kinard in his bed…

…and now he had him every day for as long as he would have him.

Even as he kept his eyes focused on the food, he could feel his boyfriend’s gaze on him, and he smirked.

“You, uh…you’re staring,” he said, and Tommy said, “Yeah, I am. You have a problem with that?” and he shook his head, still smiling down at the food, looking forward to later when he would be able to wrap his legs around that wonderfully thick waist of his and let himself be fucked right into the mattress—the images of it were already making his cock stir a second time, and he tried to discreetly shift his position, not wanting to let his boyfriend know that he was already horny.

But then he felt breath on his neck and his heart skipped a beat when Tommy said into his ear, “I see you’re already getting excited. Good. That’ll make it easier for me to get you off quick before I fuck you into your second orgasm…”

Buck swallowed.

Hard.

“Uh…yeah. Yeah, sure, that sounds…that sounds great,” he said a little too breathlessly for his own liking.

Tommy chuckled and moved to go retrieve them a couple more drinks (thank god he had stocked up so many extras for them in the cooler) and Buck did his best to not stare at him as he moved past him, his thigh at the level of his head, holding back the urge to simply pull it towards him and sink his teeth into the muscle just under his buttocks.

God, it had only been a couple of days since they’d had sex, and he was feeling the effects of not having it—and the prospect of sex in a tent on the beach was probably (okay, definitely) one of his fantasies and he was finally going to be able to fulfill it. He finished cooking up the burgers as fast as he could, grateful when Tommy came back with the buns and extras that he’d packed, and they soon got to eating, the two of them settling into that comfortable rhythm that they had developed over the past couple of weeks.

They kept the conversation light, steering away from the more heated subjects…up until they were finishing, and then his boyfriend leaned in and whispered, “Get your cute ass into that tent right now,” and Buck practically leapt to his feet.

“Yes, sir,” he said with a mock salute—and then a hand slapped hard on his ass.

“That’s daddy, to you, kid.”

Fuck.

So it was like that tonight, huh?

He grinned.

[lyninabin]

WOULD YOU RATHER POLL!!

picnic date:

beach date:

i’m in the mood to make polls so i guess im doing it now, again, please reblog if you’d like more 💕

[pittheswordmaster]

An at piece I was commissioned to draw on Discord of Luigi and Daisy on a beachside date^^

[a-specht]

sun-kissed

first fic lets frekaing goo bro https://archiveofourown.org/works/64331260

[arcadiahasdissaperd01]

@dranderyaoi a gift for you

Collage au

Drew had never liked Zander. Maybe it was the way he walked into every room like he owned the place, or how he always had a sharp retort waiting for Drew’s every word. Zander was smug, infuriating, and far too charming for his own good. Drew had decided early on that he hated him, even if his heart had the audacity to skip a beat whenever Zander laughed.

Their feud had been legendary at campus. Dorm pranks, snide remarks, and a heated argument that had everyone gossiping for weeks. But something shifted the day Zander stood up for Drew during a particularly grueling lecture. Drew wasn’t used to anyone having his back, let alone Zander.

Later that evening, Drew found himself awkwardly muttering a "thanks" over drinks. One drink turned into three, and by the end of the night, Drew realized something horrifying — he didn’t hate Zander as much as he thought.

Their first official date was Drew’s idea, though he tried to play it cool. He picked the ocean at sunset, thinking Zander would appreciate the dramatic scenery. He did. They sat on a blanket, the waves crashing nearby, their conversation soft and unguarded.

"I didn't think you'd be the romantic type," Zander teased, nudging Drew with his shoulder.

"I'm not," Drew grumbled. "This is just... convenient."

"Right. Convenient," Zander laughed, clearly not buying it.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, Drew found himself leaning in, heart racing as he kissed Zander for the first time. It was salty and sweet, with the promise of something deeper.

Before they knew it they were a year into their relationship, and Drew was happy — mostly. Except for one thing.

“Zander,” Drew called from the kitchen, glaring at the sink filled with clean but unpacked dishes. “Why do you never put these away? It’s like you think they magically teleport into the cupboards.”

Zander appeared in the doorway, grinning sheepishly. “I figured you liked doing it. You’re so meticulous about where everything goes.”

“I do not like doing it,” Drew huffed.

“Hmm,” Zander said thoughtfully, wrapping his arms around Drew’s waist. “Maybe I can make it up to you.”

Drew tried to stay mad, but Zander’s warm breath against his neck made it difficult. “You’re impossible.”

“You love me for it,” Zander teased.

“Debatable,” Drew muttered, though his smile betrayed him.

“Tell you what,” Zander offered, pulling back slightly. “I’ll put the dishes away if you take me back to the ocean this weekend.”

Drew sighed dramatically. “Fine. But you’re packing a picnic this time.”

“Deal,” Zander agreed, pressing a quick kiss to Drew’s lips.

And just like that, Drew knew he was doomed — forever wrapped around Zander’s little finger. But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.

[honest-snail-reaction]

Get ur swag on