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luffington · 6 months ago

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private party ♡

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

➤ pairing: donquixote doflamingo x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.5k

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

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

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

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

Fortunately, the palace courtyard was an oasis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Water takes away my powers, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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rosamariaa · 5 months ago

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Wolfstar beach episode | nsfw-ish (just a tiny bit) |

You could say that Sirius Black is always in control of his emotions and impulses. Yes, people often say he is reckless and doesn't think before doing something, but this doesn't mean he loses control easily. Especially when it comes to his feelings—he promised himself long ago that he would always be 100% true to himself and his emotions. There’s no such thing as his mind playing tricks on him or feeling emotions he doesn’t understand. He is his own best understander.

So, you see, it's all very inconvenient when his mind goes blank and a static noise fills his brain when he looks to his side and sees... freckles. There's a blue, glistening ocean in front of him, a gently salt-filled breeze filling up his nose and a very bright and very hot sun overhead but all he can think about is a sun-kissed back and so many little freckles everywhere, he can't look anywhere else. And it's all the fault of a one Remus Lupin.

Sirius has come to the conclusion that it's a visceral reaction, really. It just can’t be helped.

Lately, all his previous beliefs about having complete control over his thoughts and reactions have been thrown out the window by the lanky boy currently lying on his stomach, quietly reading a book. Remus is propped up on his elbows, holding the book open with one hand while using the other to push and pull at his bottom lip—apparently a habit he has while reading. Sirius noticed. Because he’s been looking at Remus and at his slightly curved lips, at his back, at freckles…

Those damn freckles. Sirius wants to… well, he doesn’t really know what he wants. He wants to look at them some more, trace them with his fingers, see if they form a constellation. He also wants to kiss them, see if they taste like ocean water or sun-kissed skin—or maybe something uniquely Remus that he’s dying to find out what it tastes like.

He wants to do so many things at once, but in the end, he finally just lifts his hand and gently presses the pad of his middle finger onto a lonely freckle near the edge of Remus’ left shoulder. It’s such a light touch that Remus doesn’t even seem to notice; he’s still darting his eyes across the page, frowning at random paragraphs, fully immersed in his reading.

Emboldened by the knowledge that he isn't going to explode into pieces if he touches his friend, Sirius then continues his exploration. Remus' back is warm from the relentless sun and, knowing him, Sirius is sure he didn't apply sunscreen today and is about to get sun-burned. Sirius can apply it for him. Later. If Remus wants to. Now he is focused on his task.

He starts slow, leaving the first lonely freckle behind and moving up to Remus' shoulder, where he has the most of them. Then, he uses his fingertips to trace patterns on Remus skin, starting from his shoulders, down from there, then up again, close to his neck. It's all very natural, honestly. Sirius is sitting on the sand, propped up on his elbows while also caressing one of his childhood best friends that is laid shirtless besides him.

Remus doesn't really show any reaction and Sirius wonders if he is even feeling the touches but then... then Sirius draws a precise line from the back of Remus’ neck to the middle of his back, and oh, Remus definitely feels that. His hand stills mid-page, and a trail of goosebumps erupts across his skin.

Sirius feels a slow grin creep across his face.

He does it again, drags his nail from the end of Remus spine to the middle of his shoulder blades and yeah, there's no mistaking the reaction this particular action has on Remus from the way he puts his book down and looks up at Sirius, eyes squinting against the sun.

"What are you—" He begins but then Sirius does it again, now with three fingertips and Remus cuts himself off with an involuntary huff of laughter.

He groans and buries his face on his arms. "Don't do that— you know I'm ticklish" He mumbles, his voice muffled.

"OSirius says, stopping his hand on the small of Remus’ back and leaning forward, closer to Remus’ buried face. "I had no idea, actually."

"Yeah, well, " Remus lifts his head slightly. "Now you know"

They are close, now. Too close, and Sirius' hand is still resting open on Remus' back when he, absentmindedly, decides to slide it to his waist. Suddenly, Sirius feels his body temperature go a degree higher with the realisation that he is touching Remus—Actually touching, not only featherlike teasing.

Remus smiles lazily, and rests his head on his hand, eyeing the hand on his waist. "Are you going to give me a massage or what?"

He’s teasing. Sirius feels his insides turn to mush, his face growing warm while Remus mocks him. Sirius wants to crawl into the sand. He also wants to give him that massage.

"Hell no" Sirius huffs a laughter, taking his hands off Remus but promptly clamps it down on his shoulder, now redder than ever and clearly sore from the sun.

"ah, ah—fucking hell, Sirius" Remus winces, trying to pull away, but there’s not much room to go since he’s lying down.

"You know what you need? Sunscreen, you maniac" Sirius says, finally letting it go.

Remus flops down again. " Too tired to do it, tho"

Sirius snorts and lays back down on his elbows. "Tired from doing what? Reading on the sun-" Remus blindly reaches back with his arm to swat at him.

"If you're so pressed, put it on me then" Remus mutters.

Sirius almost chokes with his own saliva and feels his insides going warm again at the thought of getting to put something in Remus.

He takes a deep breath, looks up at the bright sky and mutters a quick pray. He is not a religious person by any means.

"Sure, if it prevents you from turning into a red crab" He sits up and looks for the sunscreen bottle buried somewhere in the sand.

"That doesn't even make sense..." He hears Remus muffled voice from somewhere behind him.

And so, like the brave man Sirius is, he gets the sunscreen and gets on his knees next to Remus, who’s still lying on his stomach, only his eyes visible above his crossed arms. Sirius rolls his eyes playfully, and Remus responds with a soft laugh.

Sirius squeezes the sunscreen on his palm and starts with Remus' shoulders. He hears him do a little hiss of pain and apologises, massaging the product more gently around all the expanse of Remus' back, but this time around he already knows all the freckles that adorn his skin. All the different textures and dents and little scars Remus' doesn't like to talk about— all of them engraved into his memory.

He joked about Remus being tired moments before, but it really must be true because moments later Sirius finds him with his eyes closed, hair falling on his face and gently swaying with the wind. His mouth is slightly open and Sirius can see a bit of a crooked tooth and the whiplash from wanting to trace, lick and grab every patch of Remus' skin to wanting to pick him up, tuck his head on his neck and stroke his hair has left Sirius a bit nauseous.

"Hey" He whispers softly, trying to wake him up.

Remus stirs slightly but doesn't really move. Sirius reaches down to brush some of hair away from his eyes and tries again. "Hey, Rem?"

Slowly and blinking softly, Remus opens his eyes and Sirius has never felt such a desire to kiss someone else's eyes or nose or mouth all at the same time before.

"Want to go back inside?" He smiles softly. "We're going to get lunch in a bit but there's time for a nap, if you want?"

Remus looks tiredly around for a moment and settles his eyes on their friends, a bit far away playing and swimming in the water. "Hmm... I have to go tell—"

"No, no. I tell them and you can just go back" Sirius only gives Remus time to nod before he gets up quickly and strides off to the water. All the while he feels his legs like jelly and his neck warm (and not only because of the sun).

what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck is going on with me what the fuck-

He tells his friends he is going back to the house with Remus and only gets a few Okay's and some ironic snorts in return, which he frankly doesn't understand and stops trying to when he gets back and Remus is standing there, eyes tired and soft and waiting for him to get closer before taking Sirius' hand on his own and walking to their rented beach house.

And so the morning ends with both Sirius and Remus throwing themselves into Sirius king size bed, feet dangling off the edge and sand on their feet, sleeping peacefully. Sirius is going to wake up a few hours later, annoyed because he can't believe they got his bed full of sand, and he will look to the side and see freckles—freckles everywhere.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #marauders fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #wolfstar oneshot #wolfstar at the beach #I did it... The first history i've ever written #this is so crazy #also of course... of course its wolfstar

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writingdungeon-inactive · 8 months ago

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SDV Bachelors seeing you in a swimsuit for the first time Pt1

AFAB Farmer

Alex: Alex had been so used to seeing you in skirts, long sleeves, and hijab-covered modestly that it made him double-take when you said you'd like to join him on the beach. He had no idea what your hair looked like, and the idea of seeing you go from modest to a swimsuit made him blush. When he saw you approach him covered head to ankle he blinked slowly having no idea what you were wearing. “It's a burkini! You like it?” You asked posing quickly. You wore a vibrant burkini with a blue base adorned with white and brown leopard spots. The long-sleeved top provided full coverage with a modest neckline, and the matching leggings were a change from the skirts he was used to seeing, but you stood confident and elegant as you always had. “Yeah, it's adorable, it suits you well.”

Elliot: Sitting on the shore he looked out to the ocean hoping the crashing sounds of the waves would help him with his writer's block, maybe the waves would wash away the fog like they eroded the beach line. “What ya doing Elliot?” Hearing you behind him he looked up smiling seeing you holding a beach bag, wearing a light pink bikini set. The top features a halter neckline holding snugly to your upper body. The bottom consists of a skirted bikini with a side slit, adding a playful and feminine touch, It looked like one of Emily's crochet projects. “Just trying to work on my book, and you?” He asked leaning back onto his palms and relaxing at your arrival. “Taking time to myself looks like you need to do the same.” Elliot laughed not able to disagree with you at that observation.

Harvey: He was busy applying sunscreen and ensuring his sun hat was well-adjusted ready to enjoy a day off, he hadn't heard you sneaking up in the sand. “Hey, Harvey! Taking a day off?” He nearly fell out of his chair, crushing the brim of his hat a bit from gripping it tightly. “Oh hi Farmer, yes I-” His voice got caught in his throat as he turned to look at you, dressed in a light peach one-piece swimsuit adorned with bright and light orange flowers, complemented by small green leaves. The neckline plunges to the solar plexus and is accentuated with delicate ruffles. The thick straps holding your shoulders firm ensure the top doesn't slip more than desired. “Getting sunburned already Doc?” Hearing you teasing him made him realize how warm his cheeks felt.

Sam: Sam groaned watching Vincent play in the water, he loved his brother but wanted to go into town with Sebastian and Abigail, not babysit his brother. “This blows man…” he leaned his head over letting out a sigh. “I think the sun feels rather good.” Looking up he smiled hearing your familiar voice, his eyes looked over your swimsuit taking in the high-waisted bottoms and halter top it was a cute little vintage number, the white with bright yellow lemons and green leaves looked playful and cheerful. “Got stuck babysitting?” you teased, smirking softly already knowing the answer. “Yeah..” He said his voice trailing off, seeing your hand in front of his face he looked up at you. “Well let's go get in the water, mopey pants.” You said pulling him up and dragging him to join his little brother.

Sebastian: You had offered to teach him to surf if he taught you how to ride a motorcycle. “You want me to dress like a traffic cone?” Looking at the neon Orange wet suit you had given him, he looked back up and saw you wearing an identical one, its long sleeves hugged your arms, the bikini-style bottom contrasting against your skin. “Hey if you get swept out to sea you can be found ten times easier than wearing black.” You said informing him of how to be safe in the water. “Fine but you have to wear a safety vest next time we ride my bike.” He groaned turning to go and change into the neon wetsuit. “Hey! If it means I get saved faster Gladly!.” He chuckled hearing your quip as he shut himself in the changing room.

Shane: He leaned his head back smiling softly feeling the warm sun on his skin, he heard giggles coming from Jas. Peeking an eye open he smiled seeing you were leaning over talking to Jas whispering about something. He chuckled softly at your swimsuit, a wife pleaser for a shirt, your black bikini top showing slightly against the white, your black swim shorts mid-length, extending to just above the knee it wasn't flashy but it was you. Closing his eyes he smiled knowing he could take a nap with you being there. Feeling warm sand get poured on him and hearing Jas’s high-pitched giggles he opened his eyes seeing the two of you quickly trying to bury him in the sand.

#sdv #stardew #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv alex #stardew valley #shane stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley sam #stardew valley shane #stardew valley alex #stardew valley elliott #stardew valley harvey

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demibats · 7 months ago

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how to survive a horror movie - the first to go. . .

we aren't gonna talk about the fact that it took me an entire year to revisit this fic and post the first chapter ok? but without further ado, WE ARE SO BACK. give the masterlist a visit for context if you'd like <3 -demi xx chapter warnings: weed mention, brief description of homic*de and violence. minors do not interact!

word count: 3.4k

July 1991.

You’re practically being boiled alive in the tin can castle known as Munson Manor. The Indiana heat isn’t the awful part, but the humidity has you and everyone else in Hawkins choking on the air. The measly little air conditioner situated in one of the living room windows is working overtime to cool off the small trailer to no avail. You and Eddie lay on the floor, staring up at his ceiling, opposite of one another. He turned his head to look over at you, but your eyes are closed, trying to think of anything but the heat. You can feel his heavy stare on you, but you keep your eyes closed, knowing that the blood would rush to both of your cheeks if you caught him staring.

“It’s hotter than Satan’s ass crack outside, can’t we go swimming or somethin’?” Eddie complains next to you, pushing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

You take this as an appropriate cue to open your eyes and turn to him, watching him writhe in the uncomfortable temperature. It makes you chuckle a little, examining the way his ‘Slayer’ muscle tank sticks to his torso from sweat.

“I recommended that two hours ago and you whined at that too,” you challenge, resting your hands on your stomach, folded neatly there. Eddie shifts, taking his hands away from his eyes, those chocolate buttons fixating onto your gaze.

“The people of Hawkins don’t deserve to see what I’ve got underneath the denim and leather, sweetheart, but I’m bakin’ like a pie and I’ve already undressed to my comfort level.” He sounds too much like some kind of massage therapist as he says that last part, earning another breathy giggle from you.

Your gaze lingers too long on his cut-off jeans, muscle tank, and bunched up crew socks that he ends up snapping his fingers in front of you, “Hellooooooo? Do I need to adjust the antennas on this thing?” He teases, gesturing to the top of your head as if it’s his old television.

Waving him off, you push yourself onto your elbows, then off the cool carpet you’d been laying atop of for the last few hours, trying to will the heat away with Eddie at your side. He scrambles to his feet as well, long limbs making him look less like an agile ballerina and more like a newborn giraffe. All leg, no coordination.

“I’ll give Robs and Steve a call, see if either of them can get a hold of Jonathan and Nance. You can be in charge of recruiting Argyle,” as you give him his set of instructions, he pushes his bottom lip out in a faux pout, “Don’t give me those puppy dog eyes, they don’t work on me anymore, Munson.”

He mumbles something along the lines of ‘they used to’ before heading toward the front door, the jingling of his keychain making you turn your head toward him, his landline nestled between your ear and shoulder, “Make sure he brings sunscreen this time and not just pizza nachos!”

“I’ll make sure he brings both!” Eddie quips before the door is closed between the two of you.

. . .

Hawkins Community Pool is always packed during the summer. It’s the one reliable spot to cool off, unless you prefer the hose from your backyard. The poolside is lined with women in bikinis, magazine in hand and sunglasses shading their eyes from the harsh light of the midday sun. Kids splash around in the pool, being scolded by lifeguards being underpaid to make sure none of the little shitheads drown. It's the picture perfect scenery for a small midwest town summer.

Sitting at the edge of the pool, your legs barely in the water, you sway your feet and the crystalline liquid ripples around you. Jonathan and Argyle are two knuckles deep in pizza nachos, a delicacy only the ladder’s cannabis-coated mind could craft. Underneath your dark shades, you lift your gaze over to watch Eddie in the pool with Robin on his shoulders, Nancy on Steve’s as they poorly attempt a game of ‘Chicken’, before one of the lifeguards beckons them to stop.

After getting reprimanded by the pool police, Eddie hangs his head in pretend shame as he slides next to you at the pool’s edge , the ends of his curls wet and dripping onto his shoulders. “I bet you could’ve knocked Nance over. Robin’s too soft to head into a brutal ‘Chicken’ battle and win.” He says this because he knows it to be true, although you aren’t so sure.

“I’m surprised Robin was being so nervous about it.” You respond coyly, pretending like neither of you know about Robin’s enormous crush on Nancy.

Disregarding the conversation about Robin and Nance, Eddie looks around the pool at the moms helping their kids towel-dry off and the meatheads and their girlfriends either arguing or borderline fucking poolside. It makes his skin crawl a bit to see such blatant public displays of affection.

However, you think otherwise. It might be nice to have someone dote on you the way some of the boys of Hawkins do to their girlfriends. Maybe not the kind of boy like Tommy Hagan or Billy Hargrove, but someone like—

“Hey! Come play Marco Polo with us!” Steve shouts, Robin and Nancy wading around him like sharks circling their prey.

Eddie immediately slides back into the water, but he’s facing you, droplets sliding down his tattooed skin, glistening in the sunlight, “Come on, it’s not every day you get to see how oblivious Steve is to echolocation.” He chides, bringing a ring-adorned hand up to rest on top of your knee. His gesture sends a shiver up your spine, but you nod, more excited than you should be about the prospect of playing Marco Polo. But truthfully, you know why you're vibrating with joy.

The first two games are way too easy. Robin is Marco the first round and finds Eddie first, bumbling around the water like a scared duck. Once Eddie is Marco, he finds Steve and nearly drowns him, causing the lifeguard to give Eddie a final warning. When Steve is Marco, he can’t find a single one of you to save his life.

“You suck at this, Steve!” Robin shouts from her spot. Nancy even tries splashing water at Steve to make him find her easier, but to no avail. Eddie has half a mind to try to drown him again. You wade around, trying to stay away from the other three stooges, especially since they’re actively trying to get Steve to catch them. It’s amusing, watching the four of them seem so carefree.

Marco Polo ends on a high note, Steve finally finding Nancy (by accident). The five of you exit the pool to reapply sunscreen and try to pick at the crumbs of the pizza nachos, but the two megastoners have demolished more than half of them. The heat and water games have you exhausted, skin dry and pruning from the chlorine water. You slip your plastic flip flops on, your towel still wrapped around your torso.

“Credit where credit is due, it was a genius idea to go to the pool today,” Eddie compliments, drying his frizzing curls with an old Power Rangers towel, “Wanna ditch these crazies and get a slushee?”

. . .

Eddie convinces Nancy to load the whole gaggle of twenty-somethings into her station wagon while you and Eddie leave from Hawkins Community Pool early. She agrees with a roll of her eyes before she’s back in the pool with Robin and Argyle as she tries to explain how to play mermaids to the long-haired boy.

Your thighs stick together in the heat of his van, the chlorine-water creating a layer of discomfort against your skin. You try not to squirm in the seat, flesh itching from the pool drying out your pores. After shoving miscellaneous items into the already packed and trashed back of his van, Eddie most elegantly thrashes into the driver’s seat, his typical dopey grin seated perfectly on his pink lips. He’s fumbling for a tape to slide into his player, realizing how disorganized his music collection is, he laughs at himself, “Maybe I’ll have Robin organize these by alphabetical order or somethin’, Jesus.”

“Do that and she may try to sneak some Madonna,” You quip, thinking about Eddie’s disgruntled disagreements with Robin about her taste in music.

Turning around, his arm reaching around the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his neck and torso to look back as he backs out of his parking spot. There’s something about this gesture, something so simple and plain, that makes your cheeks burn. He doesn’t see this, but he notices how you straighten your back up into your seat as you turn to look out the window, “You’re good on this side,” you offer.

“I know, sweetheart, I’ve got us covered.”

Eddie’s not the best driver, but he’s confident and has always kept you safe when you’re riding shotgun. He’s even let you pick the music that plays, despite his limited options, leaning toward 80’s thrash metal more than anything else, but it’s grown on you.

The drive to 7/11 is about fifteen minutes, give or take. The sun is fading behind the tree line, the bright orange orb glowing beneath, creating a silhouette of twisted tree limbs. It’s as haunting as it is beautiful. Eddie drums along the steering wheel with the beat to ‘Sweet Leaf’, his hair still dripping onto his muscle tank.

You adjust the flimsy cover over your bathing suit, trying to find a more comfortable spot in your seat. Eddie turns into the parking lot to the 7/11, pulling up right in front of the doors. You’re quick to unbuckle your seatbelt, but Eddie is quicker, hopping out of his driver’s seat to run around the hood of his van, opening your door for you, “M’lady,” he purrs, offering his tattooed hand out to you.

You take it with a gentle courtesy, “M’lord,” you respond as you jump onto the pavement, your flip flops clapping against your heels as you do so.

“I’ve always pictured myself as the court jester. Yknow, fuckin’ around and makin’ a fool outta myself just because I can.” He opens the door to the mini mart for you as well, earning a hushed ‘thank you’ from you.

You laugh at his comment, reflecting on his words, “Don’t you do that anyway?”

“I’m taking that as a compliment, so thank you.” Eddie’s tone is a bit sassy , assuming you meant your comment to be an insult, but it is in fact a compliment.

The 7/11 is desolate, with the exception of one customer talking to the sole cashier who looks bored out of her mind. She’s twirling her red curls around her fingers, popping bubblegum between her lips as the middle-aged man in a baseball cap tries to flirt with her to no avail. Meandering through the maze of aisles, Eddie snags a bag of chips off the shelf before skipping up to the slushee machine, “What flavor of tooth-rotting sugar can I interest you in today?” He jests, eyes fixated on the sloshing colored ice in the machine.

Aftering pondering over the two options you have, cherry and blue raspberry, you decide to mix the two flavors, Eddie following suit. Walking through the sweet treats aisle, eyes scamming over the packaging to see if anything in particular looks good, the two of you head to the register, seeing that the man flirting with the cashier had left. Offering a smile to the ginger behind the counter, who’s name appears to be ‘Barb’ from her nametag, Eddie chats her up a bit, asking how her shift is going and commenting on the weather finally cooling down. She responds blandly, while ringing up the slushees. You reach for your wallet but Eddie’s already handing over bills from his own wallet. Always one step ahead.

The bell above the door dings as you exit, Eddie holding it open for you as you step outside, a skip in your step, “I think her and Nancy used to be friends,” Eddie chides as the door closes, “She was in school with us.”

You nod, agreeing and acknowledging, “Yeah, I never got the full story out of Nance, but they had a falling out.”

The conversation ends there as the two of you climb back into Eddie’s van, treats finally acquired, mission accomplished. Blue raspberry and cherry slushee in hand, you take leisurely sips as Eddie drives, unsure of his decided destination. The Munson trailer had become like a second home to you, your tiny closet of an apartment being the unfortunate first. Even though having your own space is nice and preferable to any alternative, it’s stuffy and during the summer tends to smell like a gym locker room if air isn’t properly circulating.

In the end, Eddie drives the both of you back to his trailer. Once his van comes to a shuddering halt and the metalhead removes the key from the ignition, the two of you climb out of the vehicle, goodies in hand, and head into the trailer. Wayne’s truck wasn’t in the driveway, you assumed he still must be at the shop, despite the slowly setting sun off in the distance. Unlocking the front door, Eddie gives it the typical shove the break the seal of the door against the frame. In the summer it’s indefinitely worse due to the heat and humidity.

Kicking his damp converse off, his curls beginning to frizz up upon drying, he places the plastic bag on the small, cluttered dining room table, “Movie night?” he asks, gesturing to the tv, sitting low to the ground atop a beat-up entertainment center, a few stacks of VHS tapes piled up next to it.

“Have I ever declined a movie night invitation?” You quip at him as you saunter backward toward the trailer’s bathroom, ready to change out of your still damp swimsuit. Backpack slung over your shoulder, turning on your heels, you can hear Eddie chuckling and making a snide comment under his breath.

Once you’ve peeled yourself out of the fabric, you exit the bathroom adorning a clean and dry t-shirt and pair of jean shorts settling snugly around your waist. Eddie has already poured the chips from the corner store into a bowl, a smaller bowl of gummy worms sitting next to it on the couch. Eddie sits on his knees in front of the entertainment center, looking through movies that the two of you have watched numerous times before. Two tapes are set aside, as he picks through the rest, “The Evil Dead, Hellraiser… those are the two I’m feelin’. Penny for your thoughts, Dear Watson?” he looks over his shoulder behind you with a lopsided grin on his face.

“Hellraiser, undoubtedly.” You chirp in a faux English accent back to him.

. . .

Before the end of the movie, both you and Eddie are passed out on the floor, the snacks only half-eaten and forgotten before your inevitable slumber. You wake with a start at the sound of the landline ringing, nearly jumping out of your skin the moment you’re awake, eyes wide open. Eddie, still sleeping peacefully, isn’t bothered by the phone ringing. You harshly nudge him awake, both hands shaking his shoulder.

“Eddie, the phone.” You say with a yawn, trying to calm your racing heartbeat.

Curls matted to the side of his face, he’s barely awake as he clambers off of the floor, limbs adjusting to consciousness. Sauntering too casually to the phone, he lifts it off the hook and up to his ear with a yawn, “Munson residence.” He states through the yawn. His demeanor shifts all too quickly, spine straightening at the drop of a hat, dragging the palm of his hand over his face roughly. He speaks in a calm manner, giving you pause.

“Wayne, slow down… Yeah, I’m fine… she’s here, yes… We went swimming, left earlier than the others, grabbed some snacks… What?” He answers his uncle, who you gathered was on the other end once Eddie spoke his uncle’s name.

Eddie shoots you a worried look over his shoulder. You hadn’t seen Eddie this pale since the summer he was set to graduate, worried half to death that he wouldn’t be walking across the stage with the rest of the class of 1986. But this worry… was more akin to fear than anything else. Climbing up off the floor, you tiptoe over to him and stand beside him, still unable to hear Wayne on the other side of the call.

“When did this happen?” Eddie asked, his tone borderline frantic. There’s another pause.

At first, you think there’s been an accident at the auto shop Wayne (and Eddie) works at, that he or someone has been injured and he has to wait for the ambulance or police to arrive. An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you wait for the brunette man to speak again.

“Jesus Christ… No, she’s standing right next to me… Yes sir… I’ll see you when you get home… Okay… Yeah, I know, I know… Alright,” he mutters the last part under his breath as he hangs his head, as well as the phone back on the hook.

“Shit…” he blows out a breath of air, cheeks puffed up as he exhales.

“What, what’s going on?” you ask meekly, anxiety spiked through the roof already.

Eddie lifts his head up, expression damn near impossible to read, but that fear is still there, even more prominent than before.Extending a tattooed arm out, he brings you in for a tight embrace. Hesitantly, you wrap your arms around his torso, holding his figure just as tight against you. As you separate, Eddie’s sluggish as he walks over to the couch, plopping down.

“I uh, I think you should sit down for this.” He pats the spot next to him, chewing the skin on his bottom lip.

Even as you sit down next to him, you can't shake the uneasy feeling that’s raging in your chest. He won’t meet your gaze, even with you staring daggers at him, trying to will the words out of him with just your eyes, though he doesn’t budge just yet. The metalhead leans forward, elbows balancing on his knees as he holds his head in his hands. “Wayne just called me from the shop… Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins were murdered.”

The anxiety dropped into the pit of your stomach like a large stone dropping into a calm pond. Bile burns at the base of your throat, but you quickly swallow the thick, intangible lump stuck there. A hand over your stomach, you take a deep breath, then another, trying to remain calm. Neither you or Eddie were particularly fond or even close to Tommy Hagan. He was a bit of an uncouth airhead during the years in high school together, and Carol was about as much of a girl’s girl as Tommy Hagan himself, always following him around like a lost puppy, but that didn’t mean that anyone wished any harm to either of them.

After an unnerving silence between the two of you, Eddie hesitantly reaches over to take your hand into his. He strokes his thumb over your knuckles, noticing the subtle way your hand shakes. “He didn’t… say much. Carol’s mom found Tommy in the backyard, face down in the pool… Carol was… Listen, Wayne’s gonna be home soon, okay? Him and I can take you home-” Before he’s able to finish his line of thinking, you’re cutting him off.

“Can I stay with you?” you mumble, lifting your chin up to meet Eddie’s sorrowful gaze. He softens immediately, nodding.

“You don’t even have to ask, m’lady. This castle is just as much yours as it is mine.” Hand over his heart, he gives a small bow, trying to incorporate his signature humor to such a grim time.

Even with Eddie keeping you company through the night, both of you back to back in his bed. His pillow smells like his laundry detergent and stale weed and the dip next to you in the mattress gives you a sense of peace. Shifting in the bed for what seems like the fifteenth time in the past hour, you can’t get comfortable. Between the news of the double murder of your former classmates and the unruly heat, there is no finding comfort.

A tattooed arm snakes around your waist, the warm fan of breath over your shoulder, “Quit fidgeting,” Eddie’s sleep-riddled, raspy voice says next to you. Part of you wonders if he realizes what he's doing, or if he’s not awake enough to, but you don’t argue. Though, you find your eyes drifting shut as you keen against Eddie’s touch, sleep slowly pulling you under, even with the macabre thoughts of the evening still plaguing your subconscious.

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fruitcoops · 3 months ago

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Adrift

Day 9: completing the trifecta with Logan! Characters belong to @lumosinlove and header is from @noots-fic-fests, doing the lord's work of continuing the fest.

Yesterday's movie: The Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) with dear Moony.

The world was quiet and beautiful.

Logan let his eyes fall to slits. He was cool despite the sun blistering above him, blinding him and turning what little remained to splintered lens flares. The water lapped at his sides and crept along the webbing between his fingers. It was…light. All of it.

“Hey, you.” A new kind of light; a kiss to his forehead. “Thought I lost you for a sec.”

Logan smiled and rolled over, kicking his legs as he went until he was upright. Finn’s grin was crooked and sweet—he ducked quickly to spit a spout of water that made Logan grimace and splutter with a halfhearted splash his way.

“Knutty’s looking at the fish,” Finn said, as if he could read Logan’s mind. His pale shoulders flexed with a push of his arm through the crystalline water. Finn dipped back into the water, then shook his hair out, tipping his head to the side to clear his ear. Logan had watched him do that so many times. Hotel pools, the lake at home, just out of reach at the French seaside, beside Leo in New Orleans.

Logan slipped the bottom half of his face below the surface. Not salt water, though it smelled like the sea. The lake, then? He couldn’t see dry land over Finn’s shoulder.

“I like swimming with you,” Finn said, matter-of-fact.

Logan couldn’t help a surprised twitch of his eyebrows as he straightened. “Ouais?”

“Ways.” Finn laughed at the answering flick of water from Logan’s fingertips. It was the one he liked so much it used to scare him, the cackle-giggle Finn saved exclusively for his misbehavior.

Logan wasn’t scared now. Just in love. “I like swimming with you, too.”

“I know,” Finn sighed, paddling toward him. Logan treaded water absently. He didn’t need to focus much when Finn would be there to take his weight if he asked. A wet nose poked him on the cheek. “I think you just like me.”

“Maybe.”

“Uh-huh.”

Logan dragged the side of his cheek along Finn’s until his mouth could brush the edge of his smile. Denial was nothing to him anymore. “Yeah.”

“Oui, oui, Frenchie-French.”

“You’re getting better,” he mused.

Finn’s irises had gone coppery in the sun. “Lots of practice. Le’s bringing you shells.”

“Hmm.”

“It’s a secret, but you’re gonna need a bigger boat.” Finn widened his eyes playfully and pressed his index finger to his own lips. “Or pockets, I guess. Shh. Don’t tell.”

“Safe with me.”

“Always.”

Logan reached a leg down to tangle his ankle around Finn’s calf, tugging him closer. He hoped Finn was wearing his blue trunks. They were delightfully small, but they also made him look like creamy chocolate-chip ice cream waiting to be licked up, so. A fan favorite, to be sure. Logan wondered if he’d be allowed to slather the next round of sunscreen on those legs.

Finn’s nose scrunched when Logan reached out and pushed his hair off his forehead. Water dribbled down the planes of his face before vanishing in the lapping waves. “Your hands are cold.”

“Water.”

“Still cold.”

“Fine, I’ll stop messing with you then.”

“No, nope, nom nom nom.” Finn caught his wrist and pulled it back to rest on top of his head. The water bobbed around them.

Logan watched his face for a moment: the line of his nose, the rounds of his ears sticking out from dark auburn hair, the way the sea (or whatever it was) sparkled on his skin as it fell in rivulets down each angle. Finn watched him right back. It didn’t feel like being burned alive anymore. “Can we stay?”

Sympathy dimpled Finn’s cheeks. “No, baby.”

“I like it here.” He did. He liked it so much.

“I know.”

“Peanut’s bringing me shells.”

“You’re tired.”

Logan didn’t feel tired. He was wide awake and cool from the breeze. He couldn’t even feel the sun on his shoulders. “Am I?”

“Mhm. You and Le have been down in the basement all day, making sure the TV works for the party.”

Logan tilted his head, confused. “My grandmother doesn’t have a basement. Neither do Leo’s parents. You know that.”

Finn seemed unfazed, lost in trailing ripples in the water over Logan’s arms. “You work so hard,” he whispered, nuzzling up to Logan’s jaw with a smile he could hear. “Ease up. Go home.”

“I want to stay,” he protested.

Finn was close enough to kiss each cheekbone tenderly. A hello, but also a goodbye. “Go on. Leo’s calling.”

Finn was there when Logan pried his eyelids open to the hurried slaps of Leo’s hand. He was sound asleep, mumbling about birds. They were both dry. The ocean was nowhere to be found.

Lunettes. Leo was asking him about glasses. This close, he could see the cerulean clarity of Leo’s eyes. Logan pushed himself up onto one elbow. The shells were already fading from his mind.

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bbyrin · 2 years ago

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i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: repost from my main blog @/pussydrunkfyodor!! inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :')

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

The sky was painted with swirls of pink and orange as the sun approached the horizon, appearing to sink into the gleaming, cerulean ocean that lapped at the warm sand. That was the view that Rin should’ve been enjoying, but instead, his eyes were glued to you. You were laid on your stomach, head resting on your arms and eyes closed as you inhaled the salty air and relished in the heat. Since the two of you had stumbled upon the secluded beach cove, you had shed your bikini top to avoid tan lines. Which meant that you were laid out, almost completely naked save for the skimpy bottoms that remained tied in loopy bows at your hips. It was driving Rin fucking crazy.

Rin knew he should’ve been appreciating the surreal beach sunset that looked like a Monet painting come to life, but it was impossible to ignore how his cock ached in his swim shorts. The curve of your ass and how the moist skin of your bare back glistened in the orange glow was infinitely more mesmerizing than any scenic view ever could be.

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You only sighed as you heard the click of him popping the cap open, and the wet sound of him rubbing the sunscreen between his hands. You shivered a bit as the cool substance came into contact with your toasty skin, but were quickly warmed by Rin’s palms massaging it into your back. It felt heavenly having Rin’s strong, callused palms firmly but gently digging into your skin, working out all the places you didn’t even know you were tense.

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

Soon his hand was slipping into your bikini bottoms, and you didn’t stop him as he traced your slit with his fingers. When the feeling disappeared, you thought he had changed his mind, opting instead to just lay with you, but then you heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting onto his fingers. Finding their way back, he was grazing against your slit again before using two digits to spread you open, prodding at your hole with his middle finger. When you didn’t object, only sighed contentedly, Rin slid one inside you. He was surprised to find you already wet enough to slide in all the way to his knuckle, smirking at how little he had to do to turn you on. He slowly dragged it in and out of you, eliciting small whines and groans from your lips.

Rin’s other hand slipped past his own waistband to grip his hardening cock as he added in a second finger inside you, syncing both movements of his hands together. You groaned in time with each other, smiling softly at the pleasure and stretch. But Rin’s self-control was waning. You knew him well, so it didn’t surprise you when your hole was left empty as he climbed on top of you, leaning down to kiss up the warm skin of your back, towards your neck.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

After shoving his waistband down to free himself, lithe fingers pulled your bikini bottoms to the side, touching you once again. The gentle sound of the waves hugging the shore threatened to lull you to sleep, but his cock nestling between your slit, the head nudging your clit woke you right up. Rin rocked his hips slowly between your lips, taking his time to coat his cock in your slick before realigning himself and pushing inside you.

You weren’t afraid to let out a whine that damn ear echoed off the rocky walls that surrounded you, knowing that no one was around to hear it. His thick girth spread your cunt open wide, but the way his knees were braced against your hips kept you from spreading your legs.

Rin leaned down to kiss your neck again, smiling against your skin as his hands slid underneath you to grasp your tits that were pressed against the towel. He whispered sweet praises into your ear and massaged the fat of your chest as he slowly pushed further inside you, coaxing moans out of you until he bottomed out, hips snug against your ass.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

His dark hair obscured his vision as his head fell, overwhelmed by the feeling. He couldn’t imagine a more perfect scenario – his cock buried deep in his lover’s cunt while the setting sun illuminated their secluded beach cove, everything silent save for the sound of sex and the waves.

Building up a rhythm, he fucked into you faster and faster as his cock throbbed, encouraged by the way you clenched tight around him and moaned out his name. He hugged you close to his chest, groaning at how good you felt. “Your pussy is fucking heaven.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“You like that, baby?” he smirked as he rutted into you, his cock dragging against your sweet spot over and over. One hand still gripping your breast, he rubbed your hard nipples between his fingers.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Your words and whining were bringing him closer and closer to the edge, about to reach his own high. “Cum for me, darling,” he whispers, hand finding your clit and rubbing circles around it as he fucked you.

You did exactly as you were instructed, crying out and gasping as your orgasm washed over you like the salty waves, Rin fucking you through the whole thing. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own orgasm, and soon he was cumming with grunts and moans as he released inside you, painting your walls white.

Both breathless, you stayed in the same position before Rin finally gathered the energy to pull out, watching with pride as his plentiful cum and your release dripped out of you, soaking the towel underneath you.

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

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fyodior · 2 years ago

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i could stay right here and burn in it all day

✯ pairing: rin itoshi x fem reader

✯ notes: inspired by this post by @kentoangel that immediately made me think of rin :') and not that it matters but i imagined rin wearing these swim shorts hehe

✯ warnings: beach sex, prone bone, risky places (kind of), fingering, creampie, pet names (gorgeous, darling, beautiful)

✯ wc: 1.2k

“Rin, honey, I know what you’re trying to do,” you sighed as he sat next to you on your beach towel, grazing his fingers up and down your back.

He just laughs to himself. “I’m not doing anything at all. Am I not allowed to admire the view?”

“Can I put some sunscreen on your back?” he asked, already reaching for the bottle in your tote bag.

“The sun is setting, my love,” you mumbled from where your face was buried in your arms.

“You can never be too safe.”

You almost got completely lost in the feeling, letting out little groans of pleasure, until you felt his hand wandering towards your lower back, finally coming to cup your ass.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered, abandoning your massage to squeeze the soft fat.

“Rin,” you groaned. He was so predictable – but he couldn’t help it! It wasn’t his fault you were so breathtaking the thought of being inside you was always at least somewhere in his mind.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Rin whispered as he approached your ear, unconsciously rubbing his trapped hard-on against your ass.

“Hello, Rin,” you giggled, wiggling your hips to give him some friction, making him grunt.

“You okay?” he asked, remaining still to allow for you to adjust. When you nodded, he pulled out just slightly before thrusting back into you again. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”

“Rin,” you whimpered, hand gripping the towel tight. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending shockwaves from your core all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes.

“Gon – ah! – gonna cum.”

Twilight had finally fallen, enshrouding the two of you in the approaching darkness of the night, though the moon glowed bright. Rin held you in his arms tight, head resting on his chest and smiling.

“I love you, Rinnie,” you mumbled, mind clouded by exhaustion and post-orgasm haze.

“I love you more, beautiful.”

#rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi smut #bllk smut #rin itoshi imagines #blue lock smut #bllk x reader

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thebisexualdogdad · 3 months ago

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Smutober day 23: Yara Flor x Male!reader - sex on the beach

You and Yara were enjoying a rare day off, finding a private beach to relax at.

You set up your towels, Yara stripping her clothes off to reveal the bikini she was wearing which you couldn't help but stare at.

“My eyes are up here Y/N,” she chuckles.

You laugh, taking your own shirt off so you were just in your swim shorts.

The two of you put on a coat of sunscreen and go for a nice swim, returning to your towels when it was time for lunch.

After lunch Yara grabs the bottle of sunscreen to reapply and hands it to you, “get my back?”

You squirt some sunscreen into your hands rubbing it on her shoulders first and then down her back but in the process her bikini string hooks on your finger and becomes undone, her breasts falling out of the material.

“Oh shit Yara I'm sorry,” you apologize.

“Don't be, there's no one around, don't want to get tan lines right?” She chuckles, taking her top off and letting it fall to the sand.

She turns around, her chest fully on display for you.

“Yara,” you mumble.

“I could use some help here too,” she smirks at you.

You glance between her eyes and her chest, putting more sunscreen in your hands and rubbing it into her stomach.

“A little higher,” she tells you.

You glide your hands up to her chest, rubbing your palms in circles spreading the sunscreen.

Yara moans when you squeeze her breasts, your thumbs running over her nipples.

She grins proudly seeing your erection growing in your shorts as you touch her.

“You want to touch me somewhere else don't you,” she says taking one of your hands and running it down her stomach and slipping it inside the bottom half of her bikini.

She moans again when your fingers find her clit, her mouth hanging open when you slide them further to find how wet she is.

You lean in and kiss her neck, the faint taste of sunscreen on her skin as you eagerly plunge two fingers inside her.

“Y/N,” she moans, arching her back and pushing her chest out.

You pepper kisses down to her chest, taking a nipple between your lips and sucking on it making her gasp before doing the same to the other.

“Lay down,” you tell her, removing your hand and pulling on the string of her bikini bottoms so it falls to the sand with the top half.

She lays back on the towel, completely naked while you drop your swim shorts and position yourself on top of her.

“You are so beautiful Yara,” you say, kissing her deeply and rubbing your cock against her pussy.

You ease your cock inside of her, slowly rolling your hips.

Yara moans into the kiss, your chests pressed firmly together.

“Fuck me Y/N,” she sighs, her nails digging into your back as you move faster.

“You like that?” You grin, thrusting in a steady rhythm.

“God yes,” she groans, her nails surely leaving indents in your skin.

Your knees dig deeper into the sand as you fuck her, Yara wrapping her legs around your waist allowing you to hit a new angle inside her.

“Right there, just like that,” she moans, her nails scratching down your back.

After a few minutes her walls are clenching around your cock, moaning loudly as she cums.

You keep going, the aftershocks hitting her intensely but then she's crying out your name when she feels you cumming inside her.

“Mmm you always make me feel so good,” she says as you slow down before pulling out, cum dripping from your cock.

Yara flips your positions so she's on top of you, rubbing her pussy on your cock to get you hard again.

“This is the best day off ever,” you say looking up at your beautiful girlfriend.

#dc comics imagine #yara flor imagine #yara flor x reader #x male reader #fic

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datsyuks · 1 year ago

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Boat Day

(Enjoy everyone. I had this idea while on the boat a few weekends ago. This time it's with everyone's favorite boy: Quinny boy 43. Those clips of him driving the boat for his family gave me the inspo to finish this.)

Warning: Light smut below the line.

"What ya lookin at baby?" a smirk playing on his lips over the plastic water bottle. "How do you know I'm looking at you?" You counter, "you can’t see my eyes through my sunnies." "I always know when you're lookin at me baby."

He accelerates the boat and the wind slightly picks up. He reaches up and turns his hat around on his head. His biceps flex in the sun, while his skin shimmers from the sunscreen he had you spray on him before you left the dock. "You do me, I do you?" He asked with a cheeky grin. Ok maybe you were looking, staring, at him, but how could you not?

Your trance is broken when he shifts in his seat, slightly turning away from the steering wheel, he pats his leg and holds out his hand. A silent cue for you to sit on his lap. "Quinny, I can't sit on your lap while you drive, it's dangerous." He waves his fingers, "come on, the breeze is cold, i need you to warm me up."

You stand up carefully and grab his hand. He pulls you onto his lap situating you between his legs. "You're a cheesehead, you know that?" His hands go back around the steering wheel, caging you into him. "Gimme your hands baby," he takes your hands and places them on the wheel with his on top. "Steady now," he let's go of your hands, one falls across your waist,holding you closer to him and the other grabs the gear to slow down the boat.

"Quinny," you whine and turn to look at him, about to protest more, but he stops you, "just keep going straight im right here." His hands slide down to rest on top of your thighs, giving them a little squeeze in assurance.

You focus back on the water, no boats behind you: check no boats to your left: check, no boats to your- your train of thought is cut off when his hands slide up your thighs then back down to your knees. Slow circles up and down, he gets to the top of your thighs and lightly massages your skin, adding a bit of pressure. You shift in the seat, trying to focus back on the water and not the trail of fire his fingertips are leaving. His hands glide up to yours back on the wheel, "just a slight turn now baby." His fingertips find your knees again to give them a little squeeze before traveling all the way up to rest where your leg meets your hip.

His left hand trails between your thighs and rubs against your swimsuit bottoms."Quinny!" you squeal, shutting your legs together, "i'm driving!" "What?" he says acting surprised, "you're doing great. If you're that worried, we can slow down." He grabs the gear to slow down even more. "That's not what I’m worried about."

You feel him shift in the seat behind you. His left hand goes back between your legs and the other wraps around your waist. "What are you concerned about?" he whispers in your ear, leaving light kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder.

"Are you worried about someone seeing us?" A gasp leaves your lips as his fingers rub over your�� swimsuit bottoms. You try to close your legs, but can't due to his legs spreading yours. He chuckles against your neck and sinks his hand into your swim bottoms. His fingers go back to rubbing slow circles on your clit. "Relax baby," His right hand envelopes yours on the wheel, you didn’t even notice your fingers turning white. You lean back into him. A finger slides between your folds. His middle finger teases your entrance then he slides it back out running it through your folds. Repeating the motion, until his finger is completely inside.

The tension builds in your stomach. Instinctively, you grind your hips back into his lap, making him let out a moan against your skin. He picked up the pace with his fingers, "come on baby." He urges, and he slips two fingers inside. Another gasp is let out through your lips. He places more kisses onto your shoulder as you clench around his fingers. You chest heaving up and down as he slowly pumps his fingers into you, riding out your high.

"Good girl." He takes his fingers out of you and sticks them into his mouth. "Stand up now" He lifts you off his lap. "What are you doing?" you ask, trying to catch your breath, falling onto the passenger seat and frantically looking around for any boats in the area.

He's standing behind the wheel now, slowing the boat down as you pass around a bend and into a cove. The air instantly cools around you as the sun peeks through the branches of the weeping willows lining the shoreline. He places the gear in park and the boat slightly drifts.

"We used to come here to fish as kids. You know that picture of me holding the bass? That was taken over there by those rocks." He points across the cove toward giant boulders in the water. "This place is beautiful. Why haven't you taken me here before?" He stands and makes his way toward you. He wraps you in his arms and places his head on top of yours. "We were never by ourselves. Always had someone tag along. It would ruin the moment." You lean back into him and listen to the chirp of the birds and the wind in the branches. "I wouldn't be able to do this."

Suddenly, he spins you around and knocks you back onto the lounge. He climbs on top and peppers kisses onto your face. "quinn!" you squeal, trying to fight him off but you're laughing too hard. "And," he draws out against your lips, you've stopped squirming around. One hand is laced with his above your head and the other is wrapped around his neck. "I think we should continue the fun we had on the way over here." You hum as he places kisses on your jawline. "Well boat sex is on my bucket list." you say, his head snaps toward yours and his eyebrows raise. A smile grows on his face, "well, we can't leave that unchecked."

#quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x y/n #quinn hughes #q.hughes #nhl fanfiction

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suspiciouslackofclowns · 1 year ago

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The porch light has come on, pooling on the cement along with the light shining through the sliding glass door. The chairs have inched closer and closer to the house in the absence of the sun, and the pool has long-since emptied of people.

Billy leans back on one of his hands, sitting sideways in a lounge chair with his legs spread out, the warm bottom of a bottle of beer resting against his bare thigh.

There’s still heat in his skin from earlier that afternoon. Sweat-slick and sticky from sunscreen that will take two shower’s-worth of scrubbing to fully remove. No tan lines whatsoever. Gentle bite marks and bruises left in tender areas that will surely ache to touch tomorrow.

For now, he’s looking forward to stepping under a stream of water in the master bathroom upstairs.

The water always stays hot longer at the Harrington castle.

He decided a few hours ago that once he’s finished his last beer, he’ll leave.

He’ll leave and he won’t come back.

Naturally, he’s been sipping at it for what feels like hours now. Swirling the bottle to check how much time he has left, letting dread pool hot and heavy in the pit of his belly at the thought of putting the neck to his lips for the last time.

The conversation goes on around him as usual.

Eddie talks about his latest gig. Jonathan and Tommy both bring up their girlfriends respectively. Jason laments about classes, Argyle suggests that he take a semester or two off, and Steve offers to get another round of drinks.

He pats a hand against Billy’s knee when he doesn’t respond, and the blond takes a moment to actually look up at where he stands over the lounger.

Everyone is looking at him. Which means that Steve must have tried a few times to get his attention.

Eddie lolls his head against Billy’s naked thigh from where he’s sat on the floor, fixing him with big, brown, bloodshot eyes.

“Y’okay, big red?” he hums. His hair is cold and damp where it splays over Billy’s steaming skin. He eyes a mark left near Billy’s hip, red and deeply indented by a set of teeth, and smiles. “Lost your buzz?”

Billy shakes his head. Swirls the bottle in his hand and chews his lip.

He’s getting choked up. He can feel the lump building in his throat, matching the subtle sting in his eyes and the thrumming in his head.

This is exactly why he needs to leave.

“I don’t—“ he says, and his voice comes out with a shake. It has any remaining smiles vanishing from the sea of people around him. He clears his throat before he speaks again. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

For a while now, these little hangouts were just what he needed. To come and be held by doting hands, kissed by loving mouths, and cherished like he’s something special. Brought up to the edge over and over until his eyes run out of tears, and afterwards feel the warm press of other aching bodies against his own to help ground him. Bring him back.

He must not be alone in feeling this way, because when he lifts his gaze from the wet floor, he’s met with various looks of confusion and sadness.

More sadness than he was expecting.

Steve crouches beside the lounger and sets a careful hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing comfortingly back and forth.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he coos. “Did something happen? Are you alright?”

A shaky breath escapes Billy, and suddenly all of the guys go rigid. Eddie shoots upright, sitting straight and looking up with his brows furrowed, and splays a hand over Billy’s inner thigh just above his knee.

“Don’t cry, sweetness, just breathe.”

Billy looks away and closes his eyes when the tears finally spill over.

“Was I too rough?” Jason asks.

“Did something make you uncomfortable?” Tommy adds.

Quickly, they’re speaking over each other, not one question intelligible from the next, and Steve shushes them sternly.

When he turns his attention back to Billy, his expression is soft and understanding.

“Talk to us, baby,” he pleads. “Take a second to breathe, alright? There’s no rush.”

The palms resting against his skin are comforting. He breathes softly, shakily, and sheds a few more tears before he relaxes enough to exhale a tension-filled sigh.

If his skin was hot before, it’s blistering now. He wipes his eyes with the heel of his palm and sniffles.

“I’m okay,” he says, and there’s a slight air of relief around him afterward. “I just… I can’t keep doing this, y’know? I keep saying it’ll be the last time, and then I keep fucking coming back.”

Billy stares down at the last sip of his beer. Thinks about slender hands combing over his torso, grabbing his hips. Tangling in his hair and pulling.

He thinks of kisses pressed to his neck and fingers tucking under the band of his swim shorts, slipping them off to be lost near the tree line. He thinks of the heated pool water and how cool it felt against his skin. How cool it felt in contrast to the hot mouths finding purchase anywhere they could.

“How come?” Eddie asks.

He looks almost hurt, and when Billy glances around, he has to look away again because the expression is on every damn face he sees.

So, he takes a deep breath, and tightens his fist around the neck of the bottle.

“It’s nothing anyone’s done,” he prefaces. “I’m just starting to want… more? Getting passed around like a bong at a smoke sesh used to do it for me, but it’s not anymore, and it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid—“

“I don’t feel like this,” Billy rasps. He swallows thickly as his eyes well up again. “I don’t like feeling like this. Needy and pathetic and like I can’t just have sex.”

He’s not looking, but he can feel the boys move closer. He can hear the movement, just barely audible over the pounding in his ears.

“You aren’t pathetic, Bill,” Steve reassures.

“It’s perfectly normal to want more than just sex,” Jonathan adds, much, much closer now. “You’re normal for wanting that.”

Billy shakes his head and exhales a shaky breath. Another hand smooths over his forearm, squeezing reassuringly. It helps even out his breath again.

“I’m not normal for wanting what I want.”

“What do you want, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

After a beat, Billy cracks his eyes open. Huffs a laugh to himself at how crowded the space beside the lounger has become, and fixes the brunet with a look.

Steve, sharp as he is, immediately raises his brows in understanding.

“Oh, Billy,” he croons. “I’m sure we could—“

“Sure we could what? Half of you fucks have girlfriends, and it would never work out anyway. Seven is a crowd.” The realization seeps through each thick skull in a matter of seconds, it seems. Billy fights the urge to scoff. “See? It’s stupid.”

Out of all of them, Tommy is the only one to laugh. He snickers and leans his elbow onto Jason’s shoulder, which earns a confused and hurt look from Billy.

“Of course you’d want more boyfriends than you can count on one hand,” he sighs fondly. “Mister blue-eyed princess needs extra love and attention? Who could’ve guessed?”

What he says earns a few chuckles. Even Steve spreads a smile and squeezes Billy’s arm where his hand still rests.

“You do need a lot of constant spoiling,” Steve adds amusedly.

“So high maintenance that you’re crying and freaking us all out ‘cause you like us,” Jason chuckles.

The laughter proceeds and Billy pouts. Eddie picks himself up and sits beside him on the lounger, tucking a curl behind his ear and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I think it’s safe to say you have these boys wrapped around your little finger,” he hums. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I heard Hagan alone drop about a hundred L-words today. He doesn’t even say that shit to Carol.”

“I do too,” Tommy huffs.

“Yeah? When?”

“On… Valentine’s Day? Y’know, special occasions.”

He flushes red and looks away when Billy smiles at him, crossing his arms. Jason pats a hand on his back.

“Well, now I actually feel kinda stupid,” Billy huffs.

“So you’re a little blond and a little boy-crazy? We already knew that,” Argyle says.

There’s another wave of chuckles, and now Billy’s really smiling.

When he looks around, he doesn’t feel like everything is so out of reach anymore. Literally.

He exhales a relieved sigh, shifting in his seat and grimacing at the grimy feeling of his skin now that he’s had more time to dry off.

“Gonna run me a shower, Harrington?” he lilts.

Steve chuckles and stands up, holding his hand out.

“Promise there won’t be any more crying?”

The blond takes his hand and stands up as well, snorting when Steve sets his free hand on his waist and pulls them hip-to-hip.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

They share a kiss, parting not a moment later when Eddie pushes himself up and runs to the back door.

“I call first round of shower sex!” he yells.

Billy simply quirks an eyebrow, then tilts his head to the side in consideration. The other guys are all quickly scrambling inside. Jason’s hands fit around Eddie’s waist when they’re about halfway through the living room, and the brunet struggles momentarily until his back is pulled flush with Jason’s chest.

“We all know you don’t shower otherwise, Munson,” Jason teases.

He licks a stripe up the curve of Eddie’s neck, and it takes less than a second for them to topple over onto the couch, hands roaming all over each other as Eddie fails to sass back.

Argyle and Jonathan make off towards the guest bathroom, stripping down in the hall along their way, and Tommy is left standing in the doorway, leaning his arm against the frame.

“I’ll go get it warmed up,” he says with a wink.

Then it’s just Billy and Steve outside.

It’s quiet now, save for the chirping of crickets. They’re still pressed together. Steve rubs his thumbs against Billy’s hips mindlessly. Leans forward and just barely brushes his lips against his ear.

“We’ll figure it out,” he coos. “But for now, let’s go get clean, yeah?”

Billy glances down at his free hand briefly. Swirls the contents of the bottle before setting it on the side table beside him and breathing in deep. Like the oppressive weight is gone from his body.

He feels like he’s damn near floating when he meets Steve’s gaze again. They both spread goofy grins not a moment later.

“Yeah, Stevie. Let’s go.”

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years ago

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hi lea!!! congrats on 3k, such a huge milestone!!! so proud of your writing and thank you for creating such beautiful art for all of us to read!!!! 💌

for your celebration i was wondering if i could have frogging with devil!eddie and angel!steve? from the prompt list, sensual sex in a secluded meadow did things to my imagination!!!

maybe reader goes to the lake or meadow to sunbathe and eddie and steve just cannot resist her!!! i know that steve and eddie would be such menaces and reader would not give two fucks that they're out in the open lol

again, congrats lea and i hope you're doing well!!! 🥰❤️

A/N: thank you babyyyy! and this is just, *takes a horny gulp* yep, yeah, I-, um, I support it. it's, uh, yes. just yes.

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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They said that they’d just freshen up your sunscreen. That’s what they said, but in no time, you felt one of their greedy fingers sneakily tug at the string keeping your bikini top in place.

“Hey!” you raised your head from the towel as one of your hands shot back to catch the thin string springing from your sun-kissed skin.

“It's just so you don’t get tan lines, babe,” Eddie swiftly pressed your head back down, “just relax,” your eyes couldn’t help but flutter as you felt Steve’s wide palms glide further up the backs of your thighs, “you don’t want any part of you to burn, right?”

“Right,” you mumbled breathily into the towel, your eyes fluttering closed in the bright sunlight.

“So, let us be thorough,” you sucked in a sharp breath as you felt the tips of Steve’s fingers sneak under your bikini bottoms, ghosting just ever so lightly over your puffy petals, “let us get every part of you,” the devil’s touch slid down the length of your back and promptly joined his partner, slinking into the waistband.

“Well, I don’t know if I’m gonna burn there,” you muttered, feeling yourself quickly fall into that all too familiar pit of desire.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” the angel needled, dancing his broad thumbs over either side of your pussy, pinching the puff together in the most delicious way, effectively aiding his lewd persuasion, “you feel pretty hot here, like the sun is just licking away at you.”

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tabl3 · 9 months ago

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elite force incorrect quotes compilation

chase, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.

chase: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night. bree: All I drank was Redbull! chase: How many? bree: Eighteen.

oliver: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. kaz, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

kaz: You have any sunscreen? skylar: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— kaz: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

kaz: Would I rather be feared or loved? Easy. Both. I want people to fear how much they love me.

(the saga)

bree: chase? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry? chase: bree, I swear to god—

oliver: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. chase: oliver: Vroom vroom, come out already.

skylar: You didn’t cry when bambi’s mother died?! chase, sarcastically: Yes, it was very sad when the guy stopped drawing the deer.

chase, to the squad: And remember, if I get harsh with you it is only because you’re doing it all wrong.

bree, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career! skylar, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids. kaz: What the fuck are you guys doing? bree: Playing systemic oppression.

bree: Hey, oliver. These candies you gave me? They sucked. oliver: But you ate them all. bree: I had to make sure they all sucked.

skylar: Hey, wanna hear a funny joke? chase: I only like dark humor. skylar, turning the lights off: What do you call a fake noodle? chase: skylar: An IMPASTA!

bree: I hate you sometimes. kaz: Well according to this picture chase drew of us holding hands that's not true. bree: kaz, you drew that. kaz: It doesn't matter.

skylar: The greatest trick the devil ever played was getting me banned from an all you can eat pizza buffet. bree: Why’d you get banned? skylar: Touched the rat. bree: … What rat? skylar: Chunky Cheese.

bree: Why is skylar crying on the floor? chase: She took one of those 'which elite force member are you?' quizzes. bree: And? chase: She got oliver.

oliver: Why are you drinking? kaz: I drink when I'm depressed. oliver: But you're always drinking? kaz: smug grin

skylar: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project? kaz: Do it or you're straight. skylar: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

skylar: heading out to see bree oliver: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! skylar: I think I crossed that line when I got a date.

kaz: skylar has discovered "deez nuts" jokes and it's all she says now. Everything is deez nuts. She simply can't stop. kaz: I asked skylar where she learned that joke. She made me promise she wouldn't get in trouble if she told me. I agreed. kaz: So she leans in and whispers, "deez nuts."

bree: I feel like the world would be better if I'd never been born. chase: Aw… that's not true. chase: It'd be exactly the same. chase: You're not important.

kaz, to bree: Look at you! All cute and small! I could just eat you up! bree: proceeds to kick him in the shin and run away chase, walking past: Rule number 1, don't call bree cute or small.

chase, referring to oliver and kaz: Those guys are dorks. skylar: Yes, but they’re my dorks.

kaz: I think chase is in trouble. oliver: Alright. Struggling to give a fuck, if I’m honest.

oliver: So anyways have y'all seen chase? bree: I think he went in kaz's room 'studying'. skylar: Doubt that. I heard groans there. Meanwhile in kaz's room chase & kaz, fighting:

chase: What do we say when life disappoints us? kaz: Called it! chase: No.

kaz: I may be stupid. bree: … kaz: Oh, did you think I was going to finish that sentence?

villain: You’re too late, Superdorks! You'll never stop me now! skylar: That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We WILL stop you, with the powers of: chase: Friendship! kaz: Harmony! bree: Incredible violence. oliver: And love!

chase: out cold on the ground oliver: Oh my god, do you think he's okay?! kaz, holding a bucket of ice water: Who cares?! dumps all of the water on chase’s face

skylar: Your smug self-assuredness is revolting. kaz: I think we need to validate self confidence more, lest you end up angry at others for having even a sliver of it. I've done nothing wrong and I have a heart of gold. oliver: I think this message is extremely valid, but also kaz has implied wanting to set off the Yellowstone supervolcano, so what's the truth? kaz: I want to set it off.

oliver: We wouldn’t last two minutes without chase. oliver: oliver: Don’t tell him I said that.

oliver: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning! chase: I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.

kaz: Reverse tooth fairy where you leave money under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and leaves you a bunch of teeth. oliver: Why? kaz, shaking a bag of teeth: Just because.

bree: The next time I open up to someone, it'll be my autopsy.

kaz: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think. skylar: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

chase: I owe you one. kaz: That’s ok. You can just date me and we’ll call it even.

skylar: Two years ago, I married my best friend. skylar: kaz is still mad about it, but me and chase were drunk and thought it was funny.

chase: Oh, so you two are getting along very… cordial now? kaz: Cordial? Nah, we're friends. chase: Friends? kaz: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests. bree: We both love butterflies. chase: Aww– bree: And beating people up. chase: Oh, okay.

chase: Everyone synchronise your watches. skylar: I don't know how to do that. oliver: I don't wear a watch. bree: Time is a construct.

kaz: Are you reading fan fiction? oliver, reading an article about extremely rare diseases: Wh- No. kaz: Oh, is it on AO3? oliver: This is CNN.

chase: Pose as a team because SHIT JUST GOT REAL!

skylar: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t. chase: skylar, please! skylar: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

chase: How do you do that? kaz: I'm fearless. bree: I saw you run from bees yesterday. You flailed around and tripped over a chair. It was both hysterical and sad. kaz: I'm mostly fearless.

chase: Come on, skylar. Nobody actually believes that kaz is in love with me. skylar, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that kaz is helplessly in love with chase. Everyone raises their hand chase: kaz, put your hand down.

skylar: We need to distract these guys. kaz: Leave it to me. kaz: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. chase & bree: immediately begin arguing

kaz: running towards chase with open arms chase: moves out of the way kaz: Hey, why'd you move?! chase: I thought you were going to attack me. kaz: I was going to hug you! chase: Why would you hug me? kaz: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

chase: skylar, I think we have a problem. skylar: What, the fire? chase: No, the- wait, what fire? skylar: Oh forget about it, this sounds more interesting.

chase: I called you like ten times! Why didn’t you pick up? oliver: remembers dancing to the ringtone oliver: I didn’t hear it.

bree: Wait, if baby oil dissolves condoms, what does it do to babies? oliver: Believe it or not, babies and condoms are made of different materials. kaz: It’s like rock paper scissors. Baby oil defeats condom, baby defeats baby oil, condom defeats baby. chase: Rock also defeats baby.

oliver: If God’s ever been mad at anything I’ve ever said, he hasn’t done shit about it. oliver: So he either doesn’t care or he’s a coward.

bree, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume? skylar: grabs and chugs the entire bottle skylar: skylar: It's perfume.

kaz: I want to kiss you. chase, not paying attention: What? kaz: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

oliver: Why is everyone so obsessed with top or bottom? Honestly, I’d just be excited to have a bunk bed. bree: bree: I'm gonna tell him. skylar: Don't you dare.

oliver: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. kaz: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? oliver: NO-

oliver: Not to brag, but I can go into the Spirit Halloween without crying.

chase: What do people in relationships even do? skylar: Care about someone with your whole heart and dedicate your life to making them happy. chase: Okay. Didn't ask. kaz: Asks question kaz: "Didn't ask" chase: Thanks for the play by play, Captain Fuck.

oliver: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. chase: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. kaz: Wasps? bree: Terriers? oliver: bree.

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franz-writes · 8 days ago

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Unchartered Waters [Part 1]

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CW: Incest, original story, smut

Chapter 1: Innocent Enough

Our annual holiday: the family trip down to some beach town in the south. Nothing special, nothing exciting. I sat in the back seat of the car, watching the sun-drenched landscape blur by, the heat of the afternoon sun warming my cheek through the window. My younger brother, Matti, slept beside me, his cheek pressed against the glass, his body contorted awkwardly as he bounced with each bump in the road. I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of amusement at his slumped form, but each time I noticed the subtle shift of his muscles beneath his clothes, my breath hitched. He had grown up faster than I’d realized, his lean form stretched out, no longer the awkward kid I remembered.

I shook my head, forcing myself to look away, trying to ignore the strange, intrusive thoughts that simmered just below the surface. They were new, unsettling, something I hadn’t felt before. As we pulled into the driveway of the rented beach house, I pushed those feelings down, masking them with the familiar hustle of unpacking and settling in. My parents moved around us, issuing commands, and Matti and I fell into a rhythm, exchanging exasperated looks and quiet laughs as we hauled the bags inside. This place, this shift in routine—it was like something was stirring inside me, something I couldn’t quite name.

We made our way to the beach, the scent of salt and sunscreen filling the air as the Mediterranean sun beat down relentlessly. I laid out a towel beside my mum, the heat of the sand radiating through the thin fabric, making my skin feel slick and shiny. The sound of the waves crashing nearby was a constant, soothing rhythm, but my mind was restless. I stood up, brushing sand from my legs, and in my peripheral vision, I caught sight of Matti watching me, his gaze flickering away quickly, his cheeks tinged pink.

A flutter of excitement coursed through me—brief, electric, and dangerous. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that made my pulse quicken. I pretended not to notice, but an idea began to take shape, something reckless and thrilling, bubbling up from a part of me I didn’t know existed.

With a mischievous smile, I slipped on my sunglasses and lay on my belly, letting the sun warm the curve of my back, my hips swaying slightly as I adjusted. Through the tinted lenses, I watched Matti, pretending to be lost in my book. I wiggled my hips, my movements slow and deliberate, feeling the fabric of my bikini bottom tug against my skin. I could see him watching, trying to be discreet, his eyes darting back to his phone whenever I shifted. His carefulness was endearing, almost innocent, but the thrill it sent through me was anything but.

I pushed up onto my elbows, letting my breast sway gently, my movements languid and feline, as though stretching out under the sun. Each motion was calculated, a subtle performance just for him. It felt wrong, and yet, it felt exhilarating. My breath caught in my throat as I relished his gaze, hidden beneath his baseball cap, darting nervously back and forth. He thought he was being sneaky, but I knew exactly what I was doing, and the power of it—the control—was intoxicating.

As I played with the hem of my bikini top, the soft breeze from the ocean brushing my exposed skin, a sense of foreboding tickled at the edges of my thoughts. The sky was clear, the day bright and calm, but there was a heaviness in the air, a silent warning that none of this would end neatly. My mind drifted back to fleeting memories of us as kids, running through the surf, laughing without care. Those moments seemed distant, almost foreign, compared to this charged, simmering tension that now filled the space between us.

I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of the sun and the burn of Matti’s gaze. There was no going back now. A line had been crossed, one that neither of us fully understood but was undeniable. Part of me whispered that this was a game I shouldn’t play, that things would unravel if I kept pushing. But another, darker part urged me on, hungry to see how far I could go. The beach, the sun, the stolen glances—it all felt like the beginning of something I couldn’t control. The sand shifted beneath me as I wiggled my toes, the grains slipping away like time, like boundaries dissolving under the relentless sun.

As the evening drew I felt a knot in my stomach, an impatient impending feeling of something new. I could barely take in the beauty of the rich hues of the setting sun. My eyes stayed fixed on Matti, who deliberately avoided my gaze. There was a delicious thrill in knowing how I affected him, in seeing how his perception of me had shifted.

I heard mom call us back to the car, her voice faint from across the beach, cutting through the stark darkness. As I knelt down to fold the towel, my hands trembled slightly, weighed down by the anticipation of what had passed between us—and the looming need to take it further. The thought sent a hot shiver up my spine.

I gasped softly when Matti knelt beside me, his warm scent filling the air between us. The salt of the sea mixed with his sweat, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Our eyes met, and whatever confidence I had felt before vanished in an instant. I was stripped bare, faced with the potential consequences, and I couldn't tell if I was more terrified or excited.

“We should get to the car,” he managed to stutter out as we stared at the ground, unable to look at each other. The awkwardness between us was palpable, charged with the weight of everything left unsaid.

“Y…yea, let’s not keep mom waiting”, I replied, my voice weak, almost inaudible. I tried to laugh it off, but the sound caught in my throat.

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bluemantics · 1 year ago

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Keith inhaled quietly as he took in the smells and sights of the beach. He’d landed just an hour ago, and had spent the time since then covering himself in sunscreen and changing into beach gear. He wasn’t so much of a fan of the beach, but that wasn’t why he was there. Today, he’d promised Lance to meet him on this beach planet. All of the tasks from the Blade he was skipping sort of replayed in his mind in the background. He couldn’t shut it down, couldn’t stem the flow of anxiety that came with taking a “break.”

But.

Lance wanted this. Keith hadn’t seen him truly joyful since the end of the war, and maybe he was a softy, a sucker, or weak. He just knew he’d do anything to see Lance smile again.

“Keith!” Keith jolted up as if the sand burned his bare feet. Lance was running to him, steps clumsy and large (probably due to his legs, which were illegally long in Keith’s opinion).

Keith smiled, turning to face him.

“Hey—“ he froze. Lance. Wasn’t. Stopping. Oh, shit. With all of the Grace Lance McClain possessed— approximately none— he crashed directly into Keith’s chest and wrapped his arms around his waist.

They promptly toppled into the sand. Keith winced, already feeling a bruise in his hip, the sun from above now directly in his eyes.

“Keith, you made it.” Holy fucking shit, if that didn’t make Keith pause and suck in a breath as he reassessed their position. Because now Lance was directly over him, arms on either side of Keith’s head, blue eyes directly meeting his own. Keith shuddered as a wave lapped at their tangled legs.

“Of course I did,” Keith said, hating the warmth that was obvious in his voice. “I promised, didn’t I?” He ignored the flush rising to his face.

Lance laughed, rolling off of him and flopping directly on the line where ocean met shore. Keith felt himself breathe again.

“That you did, Samurai,” Lance agreed, lazily watching Keith sit up on his hands. Keith noticed the water spiraling up to Lance’s ears, but also… huh.

“Is your hair… curly?” Keith asked sharply. Lance turned his head away in embarrassment.

“Uh, yeah.” Lance worried at his bottom lip. Keith actively did not notice. “It’s always been pretty curly. I just didn’t have the products to take care of it in space. I’ve been using them more, lately, and the salt water also makes it a lot more noticeable. Why, is it bad?” Lance reached up a hand to touch the place where Keith’s hand was reaching out to a loose strand, and Keith yanked his hand away, because he hadn’t realized his hand was in Lance’s hair.

“No, no,” Keith mumbled, the heat getting to him. “It’s good. Nice. More you, if that makes sense.”

Lance covered his face with his hands. “Oh my god, yeah, it does. You’re killing me, Kogane. What’s gonna happen when I get sun freckles?! Gonna poke those?!”

“Maybe,” Keith admitted. Lance squawked.

“Fuck off, that’s a stupid joke, you have no sense of humor,” Lance replied with an awkward grin. Keith tried to reflect it.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Pretty stupid.”

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trivialbob · 1 year ago

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I am back home from vacation in Isla Mujeres. Sheila is staying a few more days. We know other visitors on the island. Sheila is hanging out with them this week.

The Island is a 25 minute ferry ride from Cancun. It is about tourism, but not at all like being inside an all-inclusive resort. Many folks we ran into visit Isla for several weeks at a time and stay in small condos or rooms.

(A bit long, with pictures, below the cut)

We rented a two-bedroom place in a small, four-unit building. It was at the north end of the island. That's where many of the American and Canadian visitors stay. But locals live there too. From our roof we could see the family next door, cooking and putting out their laundry to dry. Our door is the blue one in the bottom left picture.

Some US hotels I've been at lately don't offer daily changes of sheets and towels. "For the sake of the environment," ya know. Our modest place in Isla included fresh sheets and towels every day in addition to full room cleaning. It felt luxurious.

More local people live mid-island and to the south end. However, visitors rent places all over the narrow island. A couple we know has the equivalent of a studio apartment mid-island for two months at $600/month. A realtor would call it "Very cozy." I liked it.

That couple has bicycles they store there for when they come back each winter. They also rent a golf cart from time to time to drive around the island, as many visitors do. Some Americans and Canadians purchase places instead of renting. Some beautiful, modern houses dot the island.

One of the first things I did upon arrival was slather myself in SPF 50 sunscreen. My pasty white head and back made the soft, white beach sand look like black pepper in comparison. The sunscreen worked well. I have only one small patch of burned skin where I missed covering a spot on one ankle.

You won't find chain restaurants here. The few banks and gas stations have familiar names, but that's about it for big brands.

Warning signs are few and far between. Servers bring cold beer to the beach, in glass bottles. This was my fourth or fifth visit and Sheila's 12th. We've never seen or heard someone break a bottle. There are no lifeguards at beaches or pools.

When crossing roads, cars, golf carts, and scooters seem to have the right-of-way over pedestrians. Sidewalks are rough and uneven. You learn to be careful and pay attention. At times soldiers and police patrolled the streets with rifles. We felt secure the whole time, even while walking in dimly lit local neighborhoods.

One resort-like place where we hung out at for a few hours has a pool with concrete seats and tables in the water. A server, seeing me cooling off in the water, asked if I'd deliver a glass ashtray to four women sitting at table in the pool.

Smoking isn't allowed inside bars and restaurants, thank God. Unlike the US where that's just understood, there are some No Fumar signs posted in Isla businesses. I bet I didn't see more than a dozen people smoking the whole time I was there.

Touristy stuff is there if you want that. Two streets have vendors hawking t-shirts, magnets, and such. Scuba and fishing trips are available if that's your thing. Golf carts and scooters can be rented. Mainly I eat good food, drink relatively inexpensive drinks and cheap beer, read, and relax. Surprisingly though, I recorded 10,000 or more steps every day.

Many of the older buildings would make an American code inspector twitch with anxiety. Few stairs, even very steep ones, have railings. Nor do all the rooftops. Our place had a railing on top but the buildings next to us did not. A realtor might call those "Unencumbered terraces." I easily could have done one of those cop TV show stunts, jumping from building to building while chasing a perp down the block.

Try tracing these wires. Or finding the source of the water lines. A realtor might say "Plentiful utilities." We did have excellent water pressure, hot and cold. Just don't drink it.

Bathrooms in some bars and restaurants... oh my. An Applebee's is more sanitary, but then you are eating at Applebee's. About ten years ago one of Sheila's friends purchased a toilet seat with her own money and installed it herself in one of the island's bars she liked to frequent. She had developed some nice leg muscles from so much hovering. Life's trade-offs, right?

One bar's women's room has a lot of comments in Sharpie about Mark. Some female out there somewhere DOES NOT LIKE MARK. Apparently a frequent visitor to the island, she documents when bad thoughts of Mark cross her mind. The men's room offered some scribbles both for and against Mark. At our table a group of us sat around trying to come up with the story. It could have a chance at being a Netflix/Hulu movie.

We didn't cook. There are too many local places that are fun and tasty. In some parts of the island you can actually order a meal at someone's house and eat on their patio. I'll have a separate post later about how we hired local guy bring us to seven different places for food one night.

Several times we shared restaurant tables with other visitors, some we knew from previous visits, some total strangers. A couple from New Jersey wanted to sit on the patio at a restaurant Sheila and I like. All three outside tables were occupied. We had empty chairs at ours, so we invited them to join us and had a wonderful evening talking with them. The wife did sound a bit like Carmela Soprano. Her husband, however, did not make me remove my cap. Another restaurant had a cat you could pet during dinner at another place.

In addition to the restaurant cat there were sidewalk dogs. They putter around or relax on the warm pavement. People walk and drive around the dogs. I assure you that white dog in the right picture is just sleeping contentedly. I didn't use a flash, so I wouldn't disturb him. The little one on the left greeted me as I walked along the malecón on my way to a massage.

We played pickle ball while there. The courts were in the middle of an area with few tourists. All the players were Americans. I wonder what the local residents think of the game with the bright, plastic balls that go clink, clink, clink. That's me in the yellow hat (top left picture). The bottom two pictures are what was behind the courts.

I could get used to scooter life. Sheila has one at home, but it's engine is literally six times the size of what these ones here have.

Carnival celebrations began on Friday. Our place overlooked the town square, by the Catholic Church. It was fun to watch the celebration with the loud music and lots of people.

That got long! Enough for now.

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