#dissolving swimming trunks

[supercap2319]

Y/n buying Peter one of them dissolving swimming shorts knowing Peter doesn’t wear underwear under his shorts when swimming

It was meant to be a prank as Y/N bought Peter some dissolving swimming trunks to wear to the pool. He had no idea what was in store for him. He was none the wiser as he put on the red and blue trunks and entered the pool with a cannonball splash. Y/N watched and recorded with a stifled laugh as Peter's shorts began to dissolve and break apart in the water, exposing his smooth toned ass in the sunlight as Peter sighed happily as he noticed there was a slight breeze downstairs and looked down with a gasp as he looked at Y/N's laughing face and phone recording him.

"Y/N... What the fuck dude?!"

"What? The reviews for it were legit."

"You're so going to pay for this later. I'm talking blowjobs and fucking you." Peter promised, covering his manhood.

"Oh, don't be shy, Tiger. It's nothing I haven't seen before." Y/N walked towards him and sank to his knees in front of Peter as he looked up at him. "Let me apologize properly." He pulled the wet fabric from Peter's crotch area and his dick hit Y/N's cheek as he stroked the wet dick and made it grow bigger as he opened his mouth wide and sucked Peter's cock.

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Prinzessin

My masterlist

You lay back on the deck, closing your eyes as the warm sunlight bathed your skin. The gentle rocking of the boat coupled with the sound of the waves was incredibly soothing, and you felt a sense of tranquility wash over you. You took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air and feeling the tension in your body gradually dissolve. Despite the initial annoyance of waking up before Toto, you found a strange sense of peace in being alone with your thoughts, the vast expanse of the ocean acting as a natural salve for your irritation. As you continued to recline on the deck, basking in the sun, you couldn't help but marvel at the stunning beauty of your surroundings. The clear blue sky was dotted with wispy clouds, and the ocean gleamed like a sparkling gem in the sunlight. The boat rocked ever so gently, creating a gentle lulling motion that was both calming and invigorating.

The last few days spent with Toto were nothing less than perfection. When he first brought up the idea of taking you away to celebrate your recent graduate school graduation, you were completely taken back. Toto’s lifestyle and the way he chose to spoil you was something you were still acclimating to. A romantic dinner and a movie? Sure - but to be whisked away on a yacht to the middle of nowhere was something else completely. However, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to finally have some alone time together.

Between the stress of the last few weeks of classes and the Mercedes’ team finally winning two races out of the three during the triple-header, the two of you had barely been able to see each other. After some convincing, you finally agreed to a getaway with Toto for the weekend and you didn’t regret it for a second. Wining and dining you, he had spent the last few days making sure you felt like a princess. Watching the sunset together, eating 5 star meals, taking a swim in the ocean - everything felt like it was straight out of a dream. That’s not including the white hot, passionate sex that filled every other moment of your trip. Toto knew how you treat you but he knew how to treat your body even better.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching made your eyes flutter open, and you turned your head to see Toto's tall figure making his way towards you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his scrunched up face and wild bed head but as your eyes trailed down his torso you took your bottom lip between your teeth. He wore a turquoise pair of swim trunks and a white button up shirt that was open in the front, exposing his chiseled torso to you.

Toto's face broke into a small smile as he spotted you lying on the deck, a relaxed expression on your features. He made his way over, settling down next to you.

"You're up early," he commented, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. "Normally, I'm the morning person in the relationship." Toto’s voice was low, gravely, and made you clench your thighs together.

“You looked peaceful. I didn’t wanna bother you.” You sat up completely, pushing your sunglasses up to sit on top of your head.

You gave him a playful smirk, still feeling a bit cheeky from your previous annoyance. "Well, even early birds need their beauty sleep, Toto," you retorted, stretching lazily like a cat in the sun.

Toto chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "True," he agreed, his eyes studying you for a moment. "Although, I have to admit, I was enjoying having the bed to myself for once."

You let out a small laugh, amused by his comment. "Oh, don't pretend you don't enjoy my nocturnal disturbances," you teased, giving him a nudge with your shoulder.

Toto feigned a look of mock offense. “Disturbances, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling your relentless bed stealing habits now?”

You let out a mock sniff of disdain. "You're just jealous that my sleeping habits are way more efficient. While you're stuck in one position, I'm maximizing the available bed space," you teased, enjoying the banter.

Toto shook his head in amusement. "Maximizing bed space, huh? More like making it impossible for anyone to get a decent night's sleep."

“You didn’t complain much last night when I kept you up for some rather adult activities” you smirked and said. 

Toto's cheeks flushed slightly at your comment, the memory of the previous night's activities clearly not far from his mind. He cleared his throat, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, I suppose there are some benefits to your... 'bed-stealing habits,'" he conceded, his tone slightly gravelly. 

As Toto looked over to you, the sun glinted off your neck at just the right time, exposing to him that you were wearing the diamond necklace he had gotten you. A devilish grin spread across his face as he squatted down next to you and cupped your neck in his large hand, thumb tracing over the chain of the necklace.

“Here I thought you didn’t like this necklace.” Toto stated, eyes watching as his thumb moved back and forth over the crease of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that made him grin even more.

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. The smell of his cologne clogging up your senses, making it feel as though your head was in a cloud. “Jus’ said it was too much.”

Toto's smile grew wider as he continued to toy with the necklace around your neck, noticing the effect it was having on you. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"Ah, so you do like it, hmmm?" he teased, enjoying how his touch was making you shiver. "You're just too stubborn to admit it, Prinzessin."

You let out a breathless laugh, trying to maintain your composure despite the warmth of his touch and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "Maybe I just don't want to stroke your ego even more," you countered, giving him a mock glare.

“You can always stroke something else of mine.” He said while looking directly into your eyes, those hazel brown eyes slowly lured you into the wood or somewhere so magically. The way Toto looked at you had always made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to have so much love and adoration in their eyes when they looked at someone. Toto always told you that you were his greatest gift in life and he made it his mission to ensure you felt that way. Although the attention, the love, the gifts, proved to be too much at times, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to get that look from him for the rest of your life.

“And you’re wearing my favorite…” A single finger ran down the strap of your swimsuit top, the coldness of the finger was a stark contrast from how warm your body felt from the sun.

“Not like I had a choice. You ripped the other one yesterday.” You teased.

Toto grinned at the memory of yesterday’s escapade. The man was lucky he was rich because he had a bad habit of ripping your clothes when they didn’t come off quickly enough for his liking.

“I’ll buy you another one.” Toto quipped.

Before you had a chance to respond, he pressed his lips to yours. Almost immediately, his tongue pressed against your lips, begging for access. You could taste mint toothpaste as he swirled his tongue around yours. You sighed into the kiss, feeling your joints buckle as they typically did whenever Toto kissed you. Every kiss you shared was filled with intensity, passion, desire, and made you feel as though you were floating on air. Instead of relying on your arms to keep you upright, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your hands in his messy hair. Toto grinned, going down on one knee to make sure neither of you toppled to the ground. You felt your bottom lip become trapped between his teeth as he pulled away lightly, letting it go at the end.

“I want you to lay back. Can you do that for me, Liebe?” Toto cooed.

This time it was your turn to bite your bottom lip as you nodded, obediently laying back against the deck while you kept your eyes locked to his. As soon as you settled into position, Toto’s body was over yours and you couldn’t help but run your hands along his torso.

“I love seeing you underneath me.” Toto whispered, peppering kisses along your jaw line and tracing them down the column of your throat.

As Toto's lips continue their journey down your throat, sending shivers down your spine, you can't help but arch your back in anticipation. His hands are exploring your body, making your heart race with every touch. His fingers deftly unbutton your shorts, slipping inside to caress the warm skin beneath. He kisses a trail down your sternum, his hot breath making you gasp. Reaching the waistband, he pulls your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, revealing your glistening folds.

With a low growl of desire, Toto buries his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your swollen clit. He devours you with a hunger that borders on feral, his fingers spreading your lips wide to grant himself deeper access.

Your back bows off the deck as his tongue plunges into your aching heat, lapping at your walls with a skill that drives you wild. He sucks your clit between his lips, rolling the sensitive bud with his tongue while his fingers curl inside you, stroking that sweet spot that makes your vision blur. With a delicate flick of his tongue, Toto teases your entrance, encouraging you to arch your hips and beg for more. He plunges deep into your wetness with a gusto that has you gripping the edge of the deck

His lips form a tight seal around your throbbing clit as he suckles greedily, his tongue darting and swirling to drive you to the brink. You're a whimpering, mewling mess beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer.

Toto's tongue is relentless, stroking and circling your sensitive nub with an expertise that borders on cruel. You're a quivering, sobbing mess, your thighs clenching around his head as he feasts on your arousal.

A sigh left your lips once more as you threaded your fingers back into his chestnut hair. It felt as though every hair on your body stood up straight as Toto flickering his eyes up to meet yours, Toto leaned forward and slow up the pace. Your head fell back with a whine as your hips involuntarily jutted toward his mouth.

"Please, Toto, more.." you gasp, your hips bucking against his mouth as he ramp up the intensity. His purring vibrates against your clit, it served you so well right now.

“Oh god.” You groaned, arching your back and pushing your cunt further into his face.

Toto's tongue flickers over your clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. Your toes are curling and your legs start to shake uncontrollably as he pushes you over the edge. He pulled back slightly and gathered your folds between his fingers and squeezed them together.

“Such a pretty pussy, Prinzessin. Love seeing the way it’s dripping for me.”

Immediately he was diving back in, letting go of your folds to hold your legs back in place. The obscene slurping noises coming from between your legs had you moaning in pleasure. The feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance made your hands fly to his hair and your legs lock over his back.

“Go on, Liebe. Use me. Fuck yourself on my tongue.” Toto mumbled, sticking his tongue out and allowing you to rock your core over it.

“Shit, shit, shit. Oh fuck, Toto, I’m-I’m gonna cum.” You squealed, increasing the speed at which you ground yourself against him.

Just like that, you felt the white hot pleasure of your orgasm rip through you, legs shaking slightly as you clenched your thighs around his head. Instead of pulling away, Toto doubled down and dug his fingers into your hips as he pushed his face further into your core. He lapped up your orgasm like he was put on this earth to do so.

The sensitivity from your last orgasm made you jerk away from him, but Toto had no intentions of letting you go.

���Come on, Schatzi. Give me one more, I know you got one more for me.”

Toto pulled back and quickly replaced his tongue with his middle and ring finger, curling them upwards as he thrusted them. At the same time he snaked his hand over the front of your swimsuit top and yanked your breasts free, making sure to pinch and tug on your nipples as he continued his rough pace.

There was no holding back the scream that erupted from your chest as you came for the second time. The orgasm that ripped through you was one that was so intense you could swear your eyes rolled all the way back into your head. Toto placed light kisses over your mound as you came down from your high.

“Good job, Schatzi. You did so good for me.”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as Toto crawled back over you, grinning at your fucked out state. His nose traced the curve of your jaw as he waited for you to come back to. Licking your lips you pushed on his chest, signaling for him to let you up. As he sat up you followed him, only to push him down to the floor. Toto grinned at you proudly.

“Schatzi you know you don’t have to—“ Toto’s sentence was cut short with a low groan as you ran your hand over the length of him through his shorts.

Quickly ridding him of his swim trunks you took the length of him into your hand and pumped up and down a few times. You’d become wholly familiar with his anatomy in the time you’d been dating, but each time you saw his cock always felt like the first. Toto groaned, lips slightly parted as he looked down at you. Maintaining that eye contact, you leaned in and swirled your tongue around the head.

“Fffuck.” Toto breathed, gathering your hair at the top of your head so he wouldn’t miss a single view of you wrapped around his cock.

Moving down toward the bottom, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking as much of him in your mouth as you were able. Toto grunted loudly, doing his best to keep his hips from bucking up into your mouth.

“Jesus Christ. You feel so good, Liebe.” Toto praised.

You looked up at him from under your lashes as you continued to suck his cock. The blissed out look on his face made your core throb. There was something about the way you made him feel so good that you absolutely adored. You took your time, taking as much of him as you could as slowly as you could. Other men you were with liked their head messy and fast, but Toto always commented on how much he loved the way you took your time with him.

Pulling away, you continued to stroke him with your hand as you moved down to take his balls into your mouth and suck on them gently. As you began to do so, you felt his cock jump in your hand and a grin spread across your face.

“Fuck, Liebe, stop, stop.” Toto grabbed you and pulled you up.

Crashing his lips to yours, the kiss was needy and messy. Toto held your face tightly in his hands as you scrambled onto his lap. You pushed the shirt off his shoulders and Toto shrugged it off, pulling away to look at you.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me one day, Schatzi. You make me feel so fuckin’ good.”

Positioning yourself over him, you sank down slowly on to his cock. The stretch was something you still hadn’t gotten used to, but god did it feel incredible. Each and every time you wondered how it was possible to feel so full. Toto grabbed your face and pulled you into another kiss as you allowed yourself to get used to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled away from the kiss.

“Please move, Toto.” You panted.

Toto’s hands found their way to your hips as he slowly started to help you move back and forth. A long groan came from you as you leaned your head back. Toto took the opportunity to nibble gently on your pulse point. The rock of your hips back and forth had his pelvis hitting your clit each time, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through your body.

“More, I need more.” You moaned out.

Toto wrapped his arm around your waist as he flipped you onto your back. The moment your back hit the floor, his pace increased tremendously. The lewd sound of slapping skin filled the area and you were grateful you were out in the middle of nowhere.

“You were fuckin’ made for me weren’t you, Schatzi? Goddamnit, you fit me like a fucking glove.” Toto growled, pushing your leg back even further so he could drill into you at a different angle.

You wrapped your hands around his forearm as he held on to your hip. The drag of his cock against your velvety walls had your eyes rolling into the back of your head once more. The hand that rested on your hip moved to rest on your lower abdomen right above your pelvis as he continued to piston in and out of you.

The movement only made the pressure in your abdomen increase tenfold and you could feel yourself starting to clench around him involuntarily.

“P-please, I-“

“You need to cum, hmm? My pretty girl gonna cum?”

“Please!” You yelled out as he snapped his hips particularly rough into you.

Toto placed both hands on your hips as he lifted you slightly off the ground, pounding into you with all he had. As he did so you reached your hand down your front and rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Oh fuck, yeah. Rub your clit Liebe. Cmon, cum for me.”

After a few more snaps of his hips you felt yourself tensing up, toes curling as your third orgasm washed over you. This time your legs were shaking visibly and you groaned loudly.

“So fuckin pretty when you cum, Schatzi. Fuck.”

It was obvious that Toto was close. You could feel him twitch inside of you as well as the way his hips were beginning to falter.

“Want you to cum in me, Liebe. Wanna feel you cum in me.” You whimpered up at him.

“Fucking Christ!” Toto fell forward, hands on either side of you as he shoved his hips forward, painting your walls with his spend.

Toto remained leaning over you, pressing his forehead to yours as you moaned in tandem. Breathing in each other’s breath, you reached up and cupped his cheek. Toto wrapped his fingers around your wrist and turned his head to press a kiss to your palm, biting down on the flesh of your hand slightly. You giggled, watching him grin at your noise.

Toto pulled away from you, using the towel you had been sunbathing with to help clean you up. Toto laid down against the deck and you curled up against him, pressing a kiss to his chest as you tangled your leg with his. He stroked your hair with his hand as he pressed a kiss to your crown.

“Yeah,” he started, twirling your hair around his finger, “I’d say you deserve the moon.”

You laughed, hitting his chest for his dumb joke. Toto chuckled, taking your hand in his and lifting it up to his lips for a kiss.

“I love you, Schatzi. And I’m so proud of you.”

You could feel your heart swell at his words. Whenever you were with Toto, all you felt was love.

“I love you too, Toto. Thank you, for everything.”

The two of you remained tangled in one another while you regained your strength. The boat was quiet, the soft crashing of the waves once again soothing your senses as you let your eyes closed.

“So…” Toto’s voice brings you back to reality, “how about a round two?”

[blueicequeen19]

Wicked Step Brother Pt. 2

Warnings: Non-Con, drugging, drugs, alcohol, unprotected sex, recording, anal, stepcest, cheating

Part One

You got home that night to find Ward and your mother gone for the weekend and a party in full swing. It was typical Rafe Camerson behavior. He couldn’t be trusted no matter what. No wonder he was always in trouble with his dad.

There were cars and party goers everywhere. Drugs and booze scattered across every surface of the mansion. You should've left the moment you couldn't pull into the driveway but you didn't. Curiosity got the best of you.

You told yourself you wanted to see if your boyfriend had brought someone when really, you wanted to see if Rafe was with someone. You shouldn't care about what your step brother does but you do. You don't spot him until it's too late. Not until he'd already advancing on you from across the patio.

You turn and run back inside, making a beeline to the front door with Rafe hot on your heels. The door knob meets your hand just as a strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling you back.

"Where are you going, lil sis? Don't want to play?" Rafe growls in your ear, his bare chest burns against your skin and his cock hard against your ass through his thin swim trunks. You feel your panties grow wet just from him being near you.

"Let go of me." You snarl, tearing at the arm banded around your middle.

"Don't cause a scene and I won't." Rafe warns before releasing you. You step away and face him, your eyes lingering on some of the nearby party goers but they don't even spare you a glimpse. Everyone was too high or drunk to notice the tension between you and your step brother and somehow that was worse. You were on your own.

"Where were you going in such a hurry?" Rafe's voice draws your attention back to him and you take a careful step back, glancing at the blue mixed drink in his hand.

"I'm not staying here tonight." You snap. His face hardens as he matches your steps.

"You are."

"Or what?"

Rafe leans in dangerously close and your heart threatens to burst in your chest.

"Or I'll tell your boyfriend you're a squirter." Rafe's low, husky voice meets your ears and you bite back a whimper, your clit pulsing. The only reason Rafe knew you were a squirter was because he liked to finger fuck you until you cried and begged him to stop. It was his new favorite thing once he realized your boyfriend had never achieved it. Rafe was a sadistic fuck like that. You look at his drink again, debating knocking it from his hand when he offers it to you with a wicked grin.

"Here, this will help mellow you out." You glare daggers up at him. He could force you to stay but you didn't have to follow his every command.

"No."

Rafe's nostrils flare, his eyes flashing with anger before he firmly grabs your arm, yanking you against him. Some people thought that the drugs and drinking mellowed Rafe out but you knew better. It only released the beast he was so careful to keep locked away until it was directed at you.

"Drink it or I'll force you down on your knees in front of everyone and pour it down your throat. Then you'll lick up the mess you made before I stuff my cock down your throat." Rafe's growl shakes you to your core, fear of humiliation being the only thing that guides you when you finally take the mixed drink.

"I hate you." You sniffle, bringing the drink to your nose and trying to detect what liquor was in it.

"Tell your pussy that." Rafe winks. You ignore him as you bring the drink to your lips and taste the bite of something fruity mixed with tequila. Your belly pooled with heat immediately and you were alarmed at how good it actually tasted. You took another drink before realizing that your body was starting to relax and your anxiety had dissolved. All the background noise in your head had gone silent. Your heartbeat had slowed and you seemed able to breathe a little better. Your eyes widen as you realize what has happened. He drugged you.

"Good, isn't it?" Rafe smirks, taking the drink from you before you can throw it in his face.

"You son of a bitch." You pant but there's no anger, just calm. You could almost cry. You wanted to be mad and lash out but you couldn't. You felt too good. Really fucking good. Your skin was buzzing, your pussy throbbing, and your nipples painfully hard. Rafe's knowing smirk only grows as he leads you from the room and up the stairs.

"Rafe." You try to pry his hand off but you can't. Your skin was electrified where he touched you. It felt so good that you suddenly wanted him to touch you everywhere.

"We're almost there." Rafe says, hauling you up another set of stairs to his bedroom. Your pussy throbbed so rapidly between your legs that your knees threatened to buckle. You needed relief. You were dying.

You must've stopped walking because Rafe suddenly scoops you up into his arms and your arms immediately go around his neck. Your hands start to move on their own, fingers dancing along his neck and chest and his back. You feel goosebumps arise on his skin but you can't stop. His skin was so soft and his muscles so hard. Rafe really was a beautiful monster.

“I bet you’re feeling really good right about now.” Rafe whispers in your ear as he carries you.

Your back meets a bed and you're suddenly too hot. The soft comforter felt so good against your skin, relaxing even. You moan, quickly unbuttoning your uniform blouse and yanking it off. That felt better. You don’t know where Rafe went but you don’t care. You just needed a release. The pulsing in your clit was too much so you widen your legs and reach under your skirt, letting your fingers find your soaked panties. You moan again, rolling your hips to meet your hand as you start to massage your clit.

You were so wet that your panties were stuck to you and your thighs were slick. You couldn’t stop as you all but ripped your panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside yourself. The moan that left you would make a pornstar blush but you couldn’t help it. You were so hot and needy. You wanted to be fucked and you didn’t care who gave it to you.

Suddenly your hand is yanked free and a naked body is on top of yours. Your eyes pop open to stare at Rafe. You don’t get to complain because he kisses you hard, grinding his cock against your pussy. Your nails dig into his back as you kiss him back, lifting your hips to meet every thrust.

“Rafe.” You beg against his lips, feeling shove your skirt up your waist then squeezing your breasts.

“What do you want, baby?” Rafe taunts against your lips, his fingers tweaking your nipples. Every touch had your body electrified and jerking against him.

“Rafe, please.” You cry, reaching between your bodies but he rears his hips back just as you grasp his cock.

“Beg me. Beg me to fuck your tight little pussy and make you feel better.” He growls in your ear, his hand moving to cup your pussy. You buck against his hand, desperate tears in your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Rafe. Please.” He smiles before kissing you hard, his cock finding your slit and he starts to nudge your clit. You moaned loudly, aching to have him inside you. Rafe pulls back long enough to tear your panties clean off then he’s flipping you over on your hands and knees, pulling your ass back as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Smile pretty.” Huh? His words throw you off for a split second before he brutally slams inside your soaked pussy. You all but scream in relief, your face dropping down to the comforter as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. The headboard starts to slap the wall and his grip on your hips stings but you’re too far gone to care. It’s like you’re not in your body anymore, all logic goes out the window as nothing becomes more important than your release.

“Yes, yes, please, yes.” You chant, your face pushed further into the blankets when he wretches your arms behind your back.

“Such a greedy little whore.” Rafe shoves you down flat on the bed, forcing your legs together as he straddles you. You scream into the blankets, fisting them until your nails threaten to tear through as he delivers thrust after brutal thrust.

His thumb suddenly presses inside your virgin puckered hole and your body tenses up, your toes curling as your orgasm violently hits you. It steals your ability to breathe as it wrecks you from the inside out. The drugs only heightened the affects and your vision goes black for what feels like minutes. Rafe curses, your pussy no doubt clamping down painfully around his cock. It takes you a moment to return to your body and you become painfully aware that Rafe is fucking both your holes with his thumb and his cock. It feels foreign and dirty but before you can tell him to stop, he cups your throat with his free hand, cutting off any words you might’ve had and throwing you into another otherworldly orgasm.

“You like that? You like having both your holes fucked by me?” Rafe growls, releasing his hold on your throat and you cough, burying your face in the bed.

“Rafe, please, I can’t take it.” You cry, overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes but you swear you could cum again.

“You can and you will. We’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you.” Rafe slips out for a moment, offering you a tiny bit of relief but also a painful emptiness. Your eyes widen alarmingly when cold liquid drips between your cheeks. You start to roll over but he’s quickly there, straddling you again with a firm hand in the center of your back.

“Rafe!” You shout, your protests falling on deaf ears. The tip of his cock suddenly penetrates your ass, causing a terrible burning feeling. You push back until his breath hits your ear, his hand around your throat as he slides in further.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. You can take it. You can take all of me, just like I’m going to take all of you. Rub your clit, I promise you’ll like this.” He nibbles your earlobe, making you shudder while you quickly dive your hand between your legs. Your fingers craze your clit and you tense up, a whimper falling from your lips as you feel split in two.

“Relax, sis, I’m not even half way.” You feel his hands spread your ass cheeks then you hear him spit. You’re humiliated and grossed out but you can’t protest when he starts to rock back and forth, your fingers still stroking your clit. The pleasure almost blinds you. It’s intense and painful but the building euphoria only eggs you on. You wanted more so you start moving your hips with him.

“That’s my girl. I’m going to fill this ass up with my cum. You’re not going to be able to walk or sit down for a fucking week.” Rafe’s feral growl meets your ears and when he bites your shoulder, you’re done for. The orgasm is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt, tears flow freely as he fucks you harder and harder to his own release.

Finally, when you’re on the verge of passing out, Rafe slows to a stop and slips from inside you. You whimper, unable to move or open your eyes. You feel him get off the bed then you hear the sound of running water in his bathroom then he’s back, gently cleaning you up. You turn your head, your eyes barely open when you see what he’s holding in his other hand.

“The fuck are you doing?” You growl, quickly rolling over and yanking the blanket over your sore naked body. Rafe smiles, his phone still aimed at you like he’s recording.

“Owning your ass in more ways than one. I told you to smile pretty. Say hi!”

[brodygold]

Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Seven

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: seven swans-a-swimming.

Brody stood at the pool’s edge, his golden jersey practically glowing in the sunlight. His stance was commanding, his sharp gaze leaving no room for doubt. “Gentlemen,” he began, his voice cutting through the air, “you’re here because the Golden Army sees potential in you. Today, you will prove whether you’re worthy of joining our most elite unit.”

One of the men, Caleb, shifted uncomfortably. He tugged at the waistband of his blue swim trunks and glanced at the pool, his apprehension plain to see. “Uh, Brody, what is that stuff? It doesn’t look… normal.”

The pool was filled not with crystal-clear water but with a thick, black liquid. It shimmered in an unnatural way, almost alive, rippling despite the absence of wind or movement. The air around it was warmer, heavier, as if the liquid emitted its own strange aura.

Brody’s piercing gaze landed on Caleb, and he smirked. “It’s not normal. It’s extraordinary. This is no ordinary tryout. What lies before you is the key to unlocking your true selves—your ultimate unity as a team. If you’re not ready to embrace that, there’s the door.” He gestured toward the exit but didn’t take his eyes off Caleb.

Most of them men took this opportunity to leave. By the end of the shuffle out of the room, only seven men remained standing in front of Brody.

Caleb swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Brody’s words. Behind him, the other men murmured nervously but didn’t move. Caleb took a hesitant step forward, his resolve wavering. “Alright, fine. I’ll go first.”

The liquid clung to Caleb’s toes as he dipped them in, warm and unnervingly smooth. It wasn’t water—it wasn’t even like oil. It was something else entirely, and it seemed to pull him in. He hesitated briefly before stepping fully into the pool. The black liquid lapped at his legs, moving as though alive.

One by one, the other men followed, some with trepidation, others with a sense of resigned determination. The liquid embraced them, covering their skin and pulling them deeper. Caleb moved into position, the liquid up to his waist now, and felt a strange tingling sensation spreading through his body.

Brody’s voice cut through the room again, authoritative and commanding. “Begin the routine you were given when you signed up. Synchronization is key. Let the liquid guide you.”

The seven men moved as one, starting with simple sculls and leg movements. Caleb quickly noticed how effortlessly his limbs moved, almost as if the liquid were helping him. The others experienced the same, their movements becoming increasingly fluid and unified. It wasn’t long before they were executing complicated spins and lifts with a precision none of them had ever achieved before.

Then, it began.

Caleb felt the liquid seeping into his swim trunks. The fabric dissolved silently, and he gasped in shock. Before he could react, the black substance surged upward, spreading over his body like a living second skin. It flowed over his waist, up his chest, and down his legs, cool and seamless, molding itself perfectly to his form.

The material hardened slightly, forming a sleek black rubber polo shirt with a high collar. Gold accents appeared along the edges, gleaming brightly as though freshly polished. His legs were covered in matching black rubber swim shorts, the material tight yet flexible, clinging to him with perfect precision. On his left leg, the number 007 shimmered in bold golden digits.

But the transformation didn’t stop there. The liquid seemed to seep into his skin, his pores absorbing it. A warmth spread through him, not just on the surface but inside. His thoughts began to fade, one by one. Caleb. His name. His life. His individuality. Each piece dissolved into the black void taking over his mind. He couldn’t stop swimming, couldn’t stop synchronizing with the others. Their movements were no longer just similar—they were identical. Perfect.

As his mind emptied, the rubber surged up his neck and over his face. A sleek black mask bubbled into existence, covering the lower half of his face entirely. It was smooth and featureless. He couldn’t see himself anymore, couldn’t remember who he had been. There was only the number, whispered over and over again in his hollow mind: 007… 007… 007.

The other men underwent the same transformation. Their uniforms and masks formed in unison, each marked with a unique number. The liquid bound them together, mentally and physically, forging them into a single entity. They no longer swam as individuals but as extensions of the same hive mind, every movement perfectly synchronized.

When the routine ended, the seven drones climbed out of the pool in perfect formation. The black liquid dripped off them but left their sleek uniforms and masks untouched. They stood at attention, motionless and silent, awaiting orders.

Brody approached, his demeanor colder, more commanding now. He strode down the line of drones, inspecting each one with a critical eye. “You are no longer men,” he declared, his voice firm and unyielding. “You are Polo Drones. Your individuality is gone. You are numbers. You obey. That is your purpose now.”

He stopped in front of 007 and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “You are 007. Remember that number. It is all you are.”

“Yes, sir,” came the monotone reply from behind the mask, devoid of any emotion. They saluted their captain automatically, the movement stiff and rigid.

Brody smirked. “Follow me, drones. Your new quarters await. You will train, you will serve, and you will obey without question."

Without hesitation, the seven drones marched after him in perfect unison, their rubber uniforms glinting under the fluorescent lights. Behind the masks, their minds were blank, their identities erased. There was no resistance, no regret—only obedience. Only the hive. Only the voice in their heads. Only obedience.

Interested in becoming a polo drone? Contact me, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001

[abstractvanity32]

Season 2

Moving to Late Night

Jenny was feeling incredibly nervous as she stood in front of her class, preparing to give a speech about the importance of environmental conservation. She could feel her hands shaking and her heart racing as she tried to focus on her notes. Just as she was about to start speaking, her friend Sarah leaned over and whispered to her.

"Hey Jenny, I know you're nervous, but I have something that might help calm your nerves," Sarah said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jenny raised an eyebrow, unsure of what Sarah had in mind. But before she could protest, Sarah pulled out a small pouch from her bag and sprinkled a mysterious powder in the air around them. Jenny coughed as the powder filled her lungs, and suddenly, reality seemed to warp around her.

The classroom dissolved away, and Jenny found herself standing on the set of a television variety show. The bright lights dazzled her eyes as she looked around in confusion. It was then that she realized something was very wrong – she was no longer herself. Her body was changing, morphing into something entirely different.

Jenny's clothes stretched and ripped as her body grew larger and more muscular. Her hair shortened and became styled in a slick and fashionable manner. Her voice deepened, and her features hardened into a more masculine shape. Her hands and feet grew larger and more rugged, transforming her into a completely different person.

With a shock, the newly transformed Duke Zoom – realized that he was now the host of a popular late-night variety show on a low-budget network. He stood there in swim trunks and an open button-up luau shirt, exuding confidence and charm as he looked out at the audience.

Duke felt a surge of exhilaration as he took on his new identity. The transformation had imbued him with a newfound sense of power and charisma, and he knew that he was meant to be in front of the camera.

As the lights dimmed and the music swelled, Duke launched into his show with gusto, effortlessly captivating the audience with his wit and charm.

The transformation had erased all memories of Jenny's past life, leaving Duke to fully embrace his new persona. He reveled in the attention and adoration of his audience, flirting shamelessly with the female spectators and basking in the spotlight of his newfound fame.

[barcalover86]

Hey, can u do a Gavi or Pedri prank, where reader buys him those dissolvable swim trunks, and makes he wears them while there on vacation or at a pool party with friends.

Prank 2- Pablo Gavi

I really love this idea! Thank you for your request!!

I'm so sorry for the wait!

Prank 1 here

You saw days ago a tik tok where a girl pranked her boyfriend, giving him as a present some dissolvable swimsuit. You wanted to try on it so hard. You were dying to see his reaction.

That made you buy a black one, hoping that at today's pool party with his friends, he would wear it.

He was happy that you've got him a gift and that made you giggle, knowing what's going to happen.

Pablo was a watter boy. He loves to swim. Today's not gonna be different.

When you saw that, he was getting into the pool with his friends, you took your phone and started to record it.

"Why are you smiling like that, y/n?" asked Aurora.

You giggled sweetly before telling her the prank you've pulled on her brother.

"No way!" she said excited. "Oh, please, record it. I wanna see his reaction so bad!"

It didn't last, not even 5 minutes, until Pablo started to realise that there's something wrong with his shorts. He reached for it, and when he took his hand out of the water, he saw a piece of its material.

"Que!?" he said quietly, but somehow everyone heard it.

You started to laugh hard with Aurora and Pablo got really embarrassed after realising what's happened.

"Oh, who did that?" said Mario while laughing.

"Who do you think?" you said.

"You are a genius, I swear to god."

You stopped the video and you went to Gavi, while everyone was still laughing and talking about other type of pranks.

You smiled at him and he turned red.

"Amor.." he said softly and he was about to cry. You felt so bad that you've got him a towel to cover.

"Don't cry, it was just a prank." you tried to console him.

"I know and I'm not mad. I'm just so embarrassed right now. Everyone is laughing at me."

"No, no, cariño. They are not laughing at you. They are laughing about this situation. You know we all love you."

"They still laugh because I'm naked." he said before you helped him putting the towel on his body.

"They already forgot about it."

He shook his head and hid his face in your neck while starting to sob.

"Mi amor.." you said, now clearly feeling bad.

You told everyone that you are going in the house.

"Use protection, hermano!"

"Oh, shut up, ok!?" Gavi responded angry with tears in his eyes.

"No need to be mad, alright." said Mario in surrender.

Gavi took a quick shower before returning to you, sitting on his bed. You smiled at him and opened your arms to hug.

He hugged you back while you were rubbing gently his back.

"I'm really sorry.."

"It's ok."

You then kissed his lips and nose while he blushed.

"But please.. don't make such pranks to me. You have no idea how excited I was that you had gotten me a gift and how embarrassed I was when I'd got rid of it."

You nodded and he smiled.

"But still. You were so pretty with it..especially when it.. suddenly disappeared." you said with a confused face.

He laughed a bit which made you relax a bit.

"Don't make me blush more, princesita." He said while putting his nose on your neck.

He kissed it then took you into his arms to cuddle.

The next day, you talked to everyone to forget about it and when Pablo talked to his friends, no one was saying anything about yesterday.

2nd Masterlist

If you want to see prank fincs with Gavi-> @pablitogavii (she started it)

[bethanythebogwitch]

There's been a distinct lack of invertebrates on my Wet Beast Wednesday posts so let's fix that by adding sea spiders. These arthropods are notable for being probably the creepiest things i've features on this series. Like I'm not afraid of actual spiders at all, but these things give me the heebie-jeebies. And I'm exactly the kind of person who loves to spread the things that creep me out, so let's combine thalassophobia with arachnophobia for the worst of both worlds! The first thing to know about sea spiders is that the name is a lie. They aren't spiders but instead members of their own class: Pycnogonida, meaning that a more accurate name is to call them pycogonids. Another alternate clade name is Pantopoda, which means "all legs", a pretty accurate description. They are traditionally classified as chelicerates, putting them in the same subphylum of life as proper spiders. However, this may change as a few genetic studies (Regier, et al., 2010 and Sharma et al., 2014) instead place them as a sister group to all other extant arthropods. Sea spiders occupy every part of the ocean with around 1,300 documented species.

(Image: a collage of many sea spider species, courtesy of ye olde Wikipedia)

The first thing you'll likely notice about sea spiders is that their legs are much larger than their bodies. In fact, the body is so reduced that many of the internal organs have to extend into the legs because they otherwise wouldn't fit. Sea spiders have a wide range of sizes, with the smallest having a legspan of 1 millimeter and the largest having a legspan of 70 cm (2.3 ft). That is larger than my sister's dog. Most species are pretty small, with the very large specimens being the result of polar or deep-sea gigantism. Most species have 4 pairs of walking legs, but some have 5 or 6 instead. The body consists of 2 segments: a cephalothorax subdivided into a cephalon (head) and trunk, and a very tiny abdomen. The cephalon contains the first pair of legs as well as a smaller pair of legs called ovigers that are used to handle their eggs, for grooming, and courtship. Every sea spider has a proboscis on the cephalon that is their feeding appendage. Depending on species, they may also have a pair of palps and/or chelifores, smaller appendages used to manipulate food. Some species lack both the palp and chelifore and their proboscis is instead flexible and muscular. Many species have a structure on the cephalon called the ocular tubercle which contains the eyes, but some deep-sea species have lost their eyes entirely. The trunk contains the remaining legs. Finally, the abdomen is extremely reduced and almost completely vestigial.

(Image: a diagram of sea spider anatomy)

Sea spiders are carnivores, using their proboscises to pierce soft-bodied invertebrates such as cnidarians, sponges, and some worms. They have no respiratory organs. Instead, dissolved oxygen diffuses into the body through the legs. A small and long heart beats at 90 to 180 beats per minute, circulating hemolymph (bug blood) through the central body and giving them a high blood pressure. Oxygen in the legs is transported through repetitive motion called peristalsis in the parts of the digestive tract that extends into the legs. Sea spiders can move both by walking and swimming, which they achieve by beating their legs in a motion similar to opening and closing an umbrella.

(image: a sea spider riding a jellyfish)

Birds do it, bees do it, and weird underwater spider-beasts do it. With the exception of one known hermaphroditic species, all spiders are dioecious, which is a fancy way of saying they have distinct males and females. During mating, the male will climb on the female and they arrange themselves until their reproductive gonopores (which are eon the legs of course) line up. The female them releases her eggs, which the male fertilizes and catches with his ovigers. The male carries the eggs until the larvae are born, with the female providing no further care. Larvae are very simple, consisting of a head with the only appendages being the ovigers, palps, and chelicerae. The trunk, abdomen, and legs develop as the larva grows. Instead of growing the legs all at once, they will grow in during sequential molts. Some have suggested that the development of the larvae parallels the evolution of the ancestor of arthropods, starting out very simple and gradually evolving more complex structures. Scientists have observed 4 types of larvae: the typical protonymph, atypical protonymph, encysting, and attaching. Typical protonymph larvae are the most common and become free-swimming after hatching. Atypical protonymphs are similar, but will eventually find another animal to live on or in. Encysting larvae will find a polyp colony and burrow in. It then encases itself in a cyst and will not leave until developing into a juvenile. Attaching larvae remain attached to their father's oviger until developing into juveniles.

(Image: a male carrying his eggs)

(Image: a larva)

[lanaconfesses]

"Save me or I’ll die from sadness right now."

That’s the message I send to Adrian. He replies immediately (once, he confessed that he has a special notification sound just for our chat).

"What did he do this time?"

I don’t know how, but it feels like Adrian can sense everything in my head and soul. I’m starting to worry he can read thoughts – at least mine.

"How do you know it’s about Alex?"

Alex is my… well, it’s complicated. We started dating last Christmas, broke up in May, and hadn’t talked until September – he blocked me, leaving me alone with three awful months of pure hysteria. Just as I was starting to recover from everything, he unblocked me and wrote (partly thanks to my bestie, but I’ll tell you that story another time), and now he writes every so often – maybe once a month. And a couple of weeks ago, we somehow confessed our love for each other, and now it’s just a complete mess trying to figure out what the hell is going on between us.

"Who else could it be about?"

I exhale and finally decide to vent to Adrian, even though he already dislikes Alex enough.

"Well, nothing specific really. It’s just that his replies are so cold, I can feel the chill through the screen. Like he doesn’t even care. I get it, depression and all that, but…"

"Little shit. Don’t cry over him, princess. Want me to do something to make you feel better?"

And that’s how I ended up in Adrian’s car that evening. He showed up under my building as a surprise – told me to come down, we’re going for a ride.

So now we’re driving through the city at night – no particular destination, just cruising. I happily admire the city lights like a cat at Christmas tree. Adrian laughs at me and drives, playing the music I like. First, we hit the city highway – speeding through downtown. Neon signs – blue, pink, purple. Traffic lights – red, yellow, emerald. The lights in the windows – white. Street lamps – blue and orange. My eyes dissolve into all these colors, unfocus, relax. Alex’s face finally fades away (whether my eyes are open or closed).

Then we drive onto a road that takes us between the city park and the lake. My body melts into the passenger seat. I imagine I’m lying on the water – on the surface of the cold December lake. I’m lying there, drifting on small waves, not sinking, not swimming, just lying. Under me, huge catfish swim, as big as logs, looking like tree trunks fallen into the water, but I don’t care. I’m just lying there, staring at the starry sky. Alex is probably looking at it too right now – standing on his balcony, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"Are you already asleep, kid?" Adrian laughs at me.

"Don’t call me a kid," I pretend to be offended, but the satisfied smile betrays my insincerity.

Adrian calls me that a lot, and honestly, he has every right to. He’s older than me – he’s 27, I’m 20, and he’s known me since I was literally a kid. Our families have been friends for a long time, so Adrian used to babysit me during family gatherings. He probably wasn’t thrilled about it back then, but as you can see, he still babysits me now.

"Are you not so sad anymore?" he asks, concern in his voice.

I shake my head, though I’m still sad – it’s just that at least now I don’t feel abandoned or unwanted. I’m tempted to snap a photo and post it on social media so Alex can see that I’m out with someone, but I don’t do it – he (unfortunately or fortunately) isn’t stupid and would figure out that I did it on purpose for him. And I don’t want that. I’ve already humiliated myself enough in front of him.

"So, maybe you’ll tell me what happened between you two?"

I flinch, remembering. I’m angry at Alex, even though I’m still in love with him. It’s such a weird feeling – loving and being furious at the same time. You know, something in between "I hope you die" and "I’ll die without you."

"Well, nothing...," I exhale heavily. "It seems to be sorting itself out. We started texting a little. But he doesn’t reply for a long time, doesn’t read my messages, answers unwillingly... I asked if he even wanted me to write, and he said ‘I’m all for it.’ I just don’t understand what’s going on. Alex is… well, Alex."

Adrian laughs and shakes his head.

"And the most important thing I feel is that he still loves me. It’s just that his love is so strange. It’s like… it’s not really love at all."

"Love can be different," Adrian says philosophically as he turns onto a narrow two-lane road on the other side of the lake. The streetlights flicker in different colors, and I stare again like a cat at a Christmas tree. "Just because he loves you differently than you’d like doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you at all. Besides, you said he’s depressed."

"Depressed," I sigh, confirming. "I know. It’s just so hard for me. I want everything to be completely different from how it is."

"Distance also plays a role," Adrian continues to comfort me. "If you were in the same city right now, you’d already have gone on a few dates, kissed in some dark alley, and your love would have flared up again."

"If we were in the same city, we wouldn’t have broken up!" I scoff. "Everything got ruined with that rushed attempt to live together."

"Well, screw it," Adrian shrugs. "You can see for yourself, something brought you two back together anyway. Give the guy a chance to get out of his depression, after all."

"Since when are you defending him?" I laugh.

"If I say everything I really want to, you’ll scratch my eyes out, and we’ll crash somewhere."

I laugh. It’s true: only I can say nasty things about Alex, and only when I’m justifiably angry with him. And I’m always justifiably angry because I’m such a fair person and definitely not an overly emotional girl, I swear.

"Hungry?"

It’s not that my stomach is hungry, but I have a very bad habit of eating away sadness, anger, tears, and pretty much everything else.

"A little."

We stand by the McDonald's until we've eaten everything we ordered. I've always envied Adrian for being able to eat as much as he wants and stay as skinny as a dried fish – I wish I had that superpower too. He's finishing his third burger, choking on laughter from my jokes, while I can't finish my one single burger, still laughing at some nonsense, even though I know that tomorrow morning, after this midnight snack, it's probably better not to step on the scale.

It’s snowing outside. Against the streetlight, I can see how tiny snowflakes fall slowly, spinning in the air. Our jackets are on the back seat, and I also envy Adrian for having the superpower to go outside in just a turtleneck and not freeze. Lana Del Rey is singing about the West Coast on the radio, and it contrasts so much with the landscape outside the windshield that I feel like I'm in a dream.

"Not so angry anymore?" Adrian laughs, biting into a nugget.

"I think I overate" I groan, weakly leaning back on the seat and gently patting my stomach.

Adrian chuckles softly.

"What could you have overeaten? Are you on your diets again? "

I've been on diets for as long as I can remember, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been losing weight, then slipping and gaining it back. During the three months I was lying in bed, crying 24/7, I gained weight from stress, so now it's that period when I'm trying to lose it again. The endless circle of diets in my life. It would break if I had the strength to get into the habit of normal eating and some exercise, but I’m either too lazy or too weak-willed.

"No, I’m not on a diet," I deny, because Adrian will scold me if I admit it. He’s the type of person who constantly tells me that losing weight this way is dangerous, but who listens to him? Maybe someday I’ll get tired of it all, and I’ll actually listen to his advice, but probably not in this life. "It’s just that I can’t eat as much in one go as you."

He bursts out laughing. Adrian never believes me when I say I get full eating so little. No one really believes me. Maybe they would if I were thin, but I’m not.

He wipes his mouth and hands with the napkin I kindly offered, tucks his long dark-blonde hair behind his ears (it came out of the knot on the back of his neck), and drinks some cola.

"Should I take you home, or do you want to stop at the gas station with me and drive around a bit more?"

I don’t want to go home – there, I’ll lock myself in my room and cry over Alex again. So, the bright lit-up “M” fades behind us, and we head to the outskirts of the city.

At the gas station, Adrian gets out to fill up the tank and pay, while I stay in the car and sing along. Honestly, after the burger and Fanta, my mood has improved. Even though the song is sad (it’s Lana Del Rey! whose other songs can exist for you in the period when you are suffering because of a boyfriend?), I’m almost dancing in my seat, imagining I’m singing on stage, occasionally looking at Alex in the audience, who’s shedding a solitary tear, realizing from the lyrics how deeply he’s hurt me with his behavior. And I sing to him, and to thousands of other cold, distant guys who can’t return their girlfriends’ love. Too bad it's just fantasy, and even if it were true, Alex wouldn’t care about what I’m singing about. A sad song is just a sad song, what’s there to think about?

It’s not that he changed in any special way. From the very beginning of our relationship, he wasn’t very open with his affections – that’s just who he is. Along with his natural secrecy and phlegmatic nature, he also has depression and struggles with studying, so blaming him is truly pointless. But I still wanted our relationship to look different. I wanted to go on dates with him, kiss under streetlights, send each other cute love memes in the chat, and feel… well, you know, like a girl who has a boyfriend. I bite my cheek, unwilling to admit the real thought that’s been running through my mind all evening: it should have been Alex driving me around the city at night, feeding me at McDonald's, and entertaining me with funny jokes, not Adrian. Although, Alex doesn’t have a driver’s license or a car, but you get what I mean.

Adrian comes back with a couple of my favorite candy bars and insists on pushing them into my hands.

"Here, keep them in case you get hit with another love slump."

I laugh weakly and put the candy bars in my purse. Something tells me I’ll end up eating them tonight, to the sound of sad songs (I have a separate playlist called “him❤️‍🩹” filled with a bunch of sad songs, what a shame, yeah?), if I don’t forget they’re in my purse and they don’t melt.

"Come on, stop moping," he pats me encouragingly on the shoulder. "Two depressed people in one couple is a bit too much. Someone has to stay alright."

I laugh out of obligation, tilt my head on my shoulder, and admire the snowstorm that’s gotten stronger while we were at the gas station. Something tells me that tonight, in my journal, I’ll draw myself with Alex, dreaming about what could have been if it had been him, instead of Adrian, tonight.

[fookinavocadosman]

episode 5: someone to you {HS}

y/n and harry have been growing closer after their night in the suite. The boys have an emotional day, and new temptations arrive on the island.

warnings: none that i can think of

word count: 1.8k

The past couple of days have been great. Mostly everyone’s been on their best behavior and somewhat getting along. Harry and I are doing amazing, after the night in the suite we have been attached at the hip. Only leaving each other when we’re forced apart by the others. 

Brooke refuses to interact with me but is now trying to get in between Louis and Sage and let’s just say Sage is not taking any of her shit. If I had to take a shot every time Sage and Brooke have almost gotten into a fistfight over Louis I’d have alcohol poisoning. 

The bedroom is filled with unspoken tension as all the boys have left to attend a workshop. Small conversation is being made between the six of us as we eagerly wait for the boy's return. As Riley is telling a story about her worst hookup when she’s interrupted by loud screams. We all quiet as we listen to the deep yells before I laugh. 

“What the hell are they doing?” I giggle as everyone else begins to laugh, the tension slowly dissolving. More facts are learned about each other, more yells can be heard from the boys, and we decide to leave the bedroom tired of being holed up in here all day. 

The sun is starting to set as we make our way to one of the daybeds big enough to fit us that overlooks the ocean as we see the boys running into the water. I look confused as they all are covered in a brown substance and I lean over to Riley. 

“What the fuck is all over them?” I ask her and she shrugs. 

“Not a clue, maybe mud?” She answers and I nod, scanning my eyes over the group until they finally land on Harry. He looks so small from this distance his wet swim trunks clinging to his legs as he cleans his body with the water. The boys all eventually gather in a circle splashing each other before high-fiving and heading up to us. We all cheer for them as they break into a light jog heading toward us. 

Harry finds his way to me picking me up from the couch as I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips. One of his arms wraps around my waist while the other holds the back of my thigh for stability. My head lays on his shoulder as he walks away from everyone towards the bathroom. He sets me on the counter pulling back slightly before placing his forehead on mine. 

“How was the workshop?” I ask him as I play with the wet curls on the back of his neck and he hums. 

“It was good, it was nice.” He answers me and I smile as he leans in peppering kisses all over my face. My legs are still wrapped around his hips and I dig my heels into his back slightly to pull him closer. 

“Let me shower and change and I’ll tell you more about the workshop.” He speaks up and I nod, dropping my legs and freeing him from my grasp. He places one more kiss on my cheek before finally pulling away and hopping in the shower. 

I jump down from the counter and change from my swimsuit into more comfortable clothes heading out to the cabana and laying down on one of the daybeds. Harry eventually joins me and we cuddle together resting in comfortable silence. My head is laying on his shoulder as my leg is thrown over his hips, his arms caging me in. 

“So what did you do at the workshop?” I ask him and he sighs. 

“We basically had to let our guards down and connect with each other. I was partnered with Zayn and I wasn’t too happy at first and then it got really weird cause we had to rub mud all over each other.” He starts and I listen, adjusting myself to look at him. 

“Then we had to write a couple of things that are holding us back and that's where Zayn and I really connected. We’re more similar than I ever would’ve thought, we all hugged and then we destroyed those papers and it felt really liberating.” He finishes explaining and I send him a soft smile. 

“Can I ask what you wrote?” I whisper and he lets out a long breath. 

“I wrote trust issues, pride, and fear.” He whispers and I sit up to fully give him my attention. He adjusts his body as well, grabbing my hands. 

“I don’t want this to seem like I’m trying to make you feel guilty or feel anything for the mistakes I’ve made already, but I have a lot of trust issues and fear when it comes to relationships. I don’t know exactly where it stems from but I am trying my absolute hardest with us because I don’t want to lose what we have.” He explains to me and I nod my head reassuring him.

“I do too Harry, that’s why I was so hurt when all that shit happened with Brooke. I had let my guard down and started opening up but then all of a sudden Brooke popped in and I was terrified that I lost you.” 

“And I’m so sorry for that Y/N, I let my pride get in the way of wanting to prove you wrong but I should’ve never let it even start. I can never make up for that but I will try my hardest.” Harry grabs my face between his hands as tears well up in my eyes with the emotional moment. 

“You being with me is enough, that’s all I want.” I whisper to him and he rests his forehead on mine, his lips pressing a kiss to my nose. 

“I really want to be with you if you’ll have me.” He says his thumb rubbing my cheek. 

“Yes, Harry. I’m yours.” I answer him and he laughs pulling me into him. Our watches ding and I laugh as well as his lips crash into mine and we share a sweet kiss. When it ends a smile lines my face and I keep my eyes closed breathing him in. 

“That couldn’t have been more perfect.” Harry whispers and I nod against him, opening my eyes. His are still closed but a smile lines his face, his dimple popping out. 

We eventually get summoned to the cabana and everyone is confused as to why we’ve been called. No one has broken any rules in the past couple of days. Lana eventually perks up bringing us to silence. 

“Liam, I have been evaluating your performance so far. You have not been showing any signs of personal growth or obeying the rules. Insufficient progress has been made. Liam, your time in the retreat is over.” We all gasp as she finishes and Liam stands up with a huff. 

“Fucking finally I hated this place.” He says and I sit back as he walks toward the back leaving us. We sit in silence as we all come to terms with what just happened. The mood is off and everyone calls it an early night unsettled with the way things have been gone. 

Harry pulls me close to him running his hand up and down my back to soothe me. As we lay together, my eyes eventually close and I slip away to sleep dreaming about the new chapter in my life that I’m about to embark on. 

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There’s an awkward tension in the air. Anxiety radiates off of everyone. As I sit with the girls in the dressing room getting ready for the day we all wonder who is going to be the next to leave. Ava has brought up the point that anything can happen now and it doesn’t settle anyone. The boys have been outside waiting for us and once we're all ready we head down to the beach soaking in the sun or shade. 

As we relax Riley points out a boat heading toward us and we can see three figures on it. We all start walking towards the middle of the beach and that's when I notice two guys and a girl heading towards us. Harry stays close to me as each of the new arrivals wraps us in hugs as they introduce themselves. 

The first guy is Luke, he’s 22, from Australia and is an engineer, Michael is 23, also from Australia, and he is an influencer and lastly, Kenzie she’s 25 from Ireland and she's a model. After everyone is introduced we sit down on the benches in front of Lana as she dings. We cheer for her as she speaks. 

“Welcome Luke, Michael, and Kenzie. I trust you will all make the residents feel at home.” She speaks and we all confirm her answer as Harry wraps his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him. 

“The new arrivals are here to begin their own journey towards making deeper connections. I hope you will be able to show them how far you’ve all come.” We all laugh at her phrasing before Brooke starts to quiz the newcomers on their types. We all separate for the day, some people taking interest in the newcomers. And by some people, Brooke is all over Luke like it’s nobody's business. 

Personally, I’m happy cause she’s finally off Sage and mine’s back meaning she won’t be trying to get with our guys. But with the newcomers tension rises between some couples. Kenzie tried to pull some moves with Zayn while he was alone and let’s just say Ava did not appreciate that one bit. 

Once dominance and boundaries were silently established we got ready for tonight's party. We all hang out at the beach dancing and laughing together as the alcohol runs through our veins. 

Eventually, we all separate, some going to talk alone and some mingling in the cabana. Harry and I are settled into the cabana with Zayn, Ava, and Michael. We are all talking to Michael about how he liked his first day when Lana dings. 

“Hello Zayn and Ava, I have noticed neither of you have been tempted by the new arrivals. This shows strength in your deepening connection. You have taken your relationship to the next level, this has unlocked a night in the private suite.” I gasp as she finishes about to jump out of my seat for them, the only thing keeping me grounded is Harry holding onto my waist. Lana explains the purpose of the suite to them before wishing them luck. They stand ready to leave and I trap Ava in a hug. 

“Have a great night sweetie.” I smile at her and she thanks me before grabbing Zayn's hand and leaving with him to the private suite. Michael is left with us and we continue to talk until we decide to call it a night. 

I leave Harry alone in bed while I shower and when I join him he’s fast asleep. I crawl under the covers and he pulls me into his chest still asleep, I smile as I let the feeling of security and comfort wash over me as I lay in his arms.

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[this fic is like 3000 words long!! enjoy <;3]

The flower was oddly light and warm in his hands. Plants typically had a certain coolness to them, the slight chill of water right underneath the surface. This flower, a gift from a goddess, was not just any plant. It was made of soft light. It was magic. It was a two-way ticket into and out of the afterlife. 

Techno sighed, glaring down at the flower as if it would make the whole situation any easier. He’d honestly expected Kristin to hear his request and gently turn him down. ‘Nope, no visiting dead people. Sorry. Guess you have to wait a few hundred years for a one-way ticket.’ But no. The goddess of death was a bit more generous than he expected, honestly.

And now, for the first time in eighty long, immortal years, he could see his family. 

Just the thought of it almost made him chicken out again.

Instead, he steeled himself, and carefully pulled one petal from the rose, exactly as Kristin had instructed him. 

As soon as the petal detached, his familiar attic dissolved around him like the magical rose was spilling the void out of itself, swallowing everything in impenetrable darkness. Techno blinked a couple of times, but his eyes never adjusted. Total, complete darkness. 

“Okay. Cool.” He said lamely. The void seemed to swallow the sound. “Kristin, this better not be a prank-”

A glimmer of dim light broke like dawn in front of him. A single star in the night he’d found himself in. He went to walk towards it, but his attic floor had disappeared from underneath him. It caught him off guard for a second as he pinwheeled in the darkness, but the afterlife apparently took pity on him, or got fed up with him, and a strange force rose underneath him like a swelling wave. The force shoved him forward, toward the hint of light. It almost felt like a massive hand underneath him, scooping him up. The void echoed silently with laughter. 

“I mean, I don’t know what you were expecting from me,” he said to Kristin. “I don’t get too much practice swimming in the void.” 

She dropped him off in front of the dim red light, jostling him playfully for good measure. He tried to act affronted by it, but he was pretty sure she knew he took comfort in it.

The light was floating before him, a miniature star. It cast him in warm light, reds and yellows, that seemed to fill the void around him with life. Techno reached out to touch it on instinct, and the closer the tips of his hoof got the bigger and brighter the light became. By the time he held it in his hand, the light was all around him, swallowing him whole. 

This time, when he blinked his eyes open, it wasn’t to an endless void. Instead, the first thing he saw was a forest. 

A familiar forest. 

Crimson vines swayed in the warm air, humidity thick but not uncomfortable, the hazy glowing shroomlights filtering through the various plants crowding up the trunks of the trees. It all seemed almost dreamlike, colors drifting and blurring together, details vague. The netherrack ceiling was so close that the trees brushed up against it if they got a little bit too tall. Even the lava bubbling was quiet here, replaced by rustling leaves and hooves scuffing through the thick, red mycelium. There was a path through it that Hace had carved so that Forgeflare could haul buckets of lava to work on their tools and weapons.

He almost turned back, almost sat down on the netherrack somewhere and waited for the rose to lose all its petals and send him back to the cold familiarity of the tundra. But he didn’t. 

Techno followed the path. Even after so long, he could remember the way home. 

Home was a patch of soft moss and dug-out hollows in the ground. It looked exactly like how he’d forgotten. Exactly how they’d left it. Some of the crimson wood was cut into planks, lashed into palettes and structures big enough to house them all as they slept in shifts. Forgeflare’s forges were glowing hot, chests full of gold and salvaged supplies stacked carelessly to one side. A few makeshift target dummies were propped up a little ways off. The old cooking pot was still bubbling with god-knows-what over a little campfire that had never seemed to stop burning. 

The sight of all of it made him feel like he was drowning, just a little bit. It had been years. It had been decades. It felt like he’d never left. Everything and nothing had happened since he was here. A petal fell off the rose and drifted to the packed netherrack, dissolving into nothing. 

“Uhm…?” A voice from behind him spoke, in the hoglin language instead of the common he’d grown so used to. He couldn’t bring himself to turn around. “Spirits, Forge, what happened to your fur…?” 

A hoof-like hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. 

Bellfire was like a beacon against the backdrop of red. Her fur was even more blue than he remembered, like the twirling vines of the warped forest she was born in. Her eyes met his. She looked around his age, not like the full-grown old person she’d looked like when he was younger. He was around her height now, when had that happened-

Her breath caught in her throat, one hoof going over her mouth. “Techno?” His name came out as a whisper. Just hearing it made him want to collapse. 

“Hey.” His voice was just as quiet as hers, dragged out of his throat. The language was unfamiliar, snorting and squealing instead of carefully formed vowels and consonants. 

“Oh my- You- You’re here? Techno-” 

She nearly jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He hugged her back weakly, barely able to keep himself from collapsing to the crimson moss at her feet. It felt exactly like he remembered, she smelled exactly the same. Another petal fell off the rose. 

“Bell? Who the fuck is that-” 

Bellfire pulled away from him. He could see the tears in her eyes as she turned toward the new voices, toward the hoglins walking into their old camp. He couldn’t look up at them, he only had the strength to stare into the forest over Bellfire’s bright blue shoulder. Everything was overwhelming, rocketing between good and bad emotions. He could feel eyes on him, could feel Bellfire’s hand on his shoulder. He took a deep breath. 

When he looked up, the first eyes he met were Dell’s. 

“Guess you were right,” he said, shakily, “I never did end up taller than any of you, did I?” The joke drifted in the air between them, and for a second he was nervous, but-

“Told you so.” Dell responded automatically, like the words were there before she could decide to say them. She was smiling, in the tentative way she did sometimes. 

His family was looking back at him, coming home from what looked like a successful mushroom hunt. Dell was smaller than he remembered, but not by much. She was still that same orange-red that made his heart hurt every time he saw a similar shade in the overworld. Stonehigh was next to her, holding his father’s hand. Spring himself had a look in his eyes that Techno had never seen before, a mix of sadness and hope and excitement and grief. He had a dark brown spot of fur on his cheek that Techno had forgotten. 

Forgeflare pushed through the little crowd, her pink fur shot through with white streaks Techno had never inherited from her line. All he could do was stand stock-still as she approached him, slowly, as if he’d melt away if she moved too quickly. She stopped in front of him, reaching out to rest her hand on top of his head.

“Well?” Forge asked in her low rasp. “What took you so damn long?”

Like a spell had been broken, Technoblade was tackled to the ground. 

Dell was nearly shrieking with laughter rolling him over in the mycelium and shaking him like she always did when they sparred as kids. Between the peals of snorting laughter she squeezed him until he was laughing too. Stonehigh jumped on him, digging his boney knees into Techno’s side. Bellfire was back to hugging him as much as she could without getting caught in Dell’s crossfire. Bubbleflow was laughing nearby, crouched and trying to pry Dell off. “You’re gonna suffocate the poor boy, Dell, at least give him a minute-” 

Bubbleflow only got dragged into the pile of hoglins for his troubles. 

For a glorious moment, everything was familiar smells and snorting laughter and piles upon piles of limbs and faces he’d nearly forgotten. Another petal fell off the rose. 

Eventually, Dell caught her breath enough to begin her interrogation. “So you finally kicked the bucket, eh? Took you long enough. Spirits, we almost started a bet that you’d gotten lost out in limbo or something-”

“But it was too sad. So we stopped.” Stonehigh cut in.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. No but like, seriously? Where have you been? I ‘ve been waiting SO long and all of these people,” Dell gestured to everyone else in the pile. Everyone was making themselves firmly comfortable with Techno stuck in the middle. “All of these people are SO boring. None of them even like to fight me anymore because I always win-”

“Untrue.” Hace said, grinning. 

“Shut up, old man-

Hace laughed. “At least give him a chance to talk-”

“You’re no better. Stop picking flights with your daughter.” Bellfire snorted, running a hand through the braids in Techno’s mane. His was longer than any of theirs, fur longer and thicker than it would ever get in the nether. 

“Let the boy speak.” Forgeflare’s words fell like a blanket over all of them. They all went quiet, expectant. 

Techno felt like he was about three feet out of his body, firmly somewhere else. All he could do was lay there in shock for a silent moment, until. “Uh. Well.”

Another petal came loose, falling off the rose. Techno watched it go. 

“I’m just here- to, uh. To visit. I guess.”

“What?” Dell asked, the same unreadable emotion in her eyes that her father had. “But you- you just got here-”

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” Bubbleflow snorted quietly, staring at the rose in Techno’s hand. He had always known more about magic than any of them. He always said he was going to teach Techno how to write enchantment books eventually. They never got around to it. 

“Yeah. Y’know, immortality. It’s an occupational hazard.” 

“Visiting.” Forgeflare said slowly, sharing a look with Bubbleflow. 

“Visiting.” Techno parroted back. In the center of their haphazard circle of hoglins, the rose glowed its alien white light on all of them. 

Dell squeezed him tighter. “You mean you’re leaving?” Her voice was tight, holding back a mountain of emotion that Techno could feel pressing down on him. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t apologize.” Bellfire was crying, holding his forearm and smiling through the tears. “Spirits, Techno, we were starting to think we’d never see you again- Don’t apologize. Please don’t apologize.” 

“I- I really didn’t mean to be gone for so long…” 

“Immortality.” Hace said, taking a deep breath. His tusk was still broken like it had been the day all of them had died. A wound that never truly healed. “That’s a heavy thing to carry, kid.”

“I know.”

“Clearly, looks like you’ve got more scars than me these days.”

“That’s not a compliment, man.”

Hace grinned wickedly, just like he had when Techno had hit his first bulls-eye with his crossbow. “I didn’t mean it as one.” 

Techno rolled his eyes, shoving Hace’s dumb snout away. A bit of the ice melted, even if the tears didn’t dry. Dell didn’t let him go, and he didn’t ask her to. She was his best friend after all, she was allowed. 

They talked and joked, shared stories, picked up the slack when Techno couldn’t find words to say. It felt like being folded back into the pages of an old book he’d been torn out of. The petals fell until only a few remained. With each one that fell, Dell held him tighter and the grief in Forgeflare’s eyes got deeper. 

“I’m sorry for- y’know.”

“Killing us?” Stonehigh said, deadpan as ever. “I guess I can forgive you. Maybe.”

“Stonehigh.” his mother scolded him. 

“What? He stabbed me!” 

Techno shrank into himself a little bit. 

“Ignore him.” Hace snorted. “C’mon, kid. You did what you had to. I mean, Spirits. You did what I taught you. And a damn good job of it, too.” 

Spring nodded. He looked a little guilty. “If we knew that the rot would come for us, we would have found another way out. There’s no changing the past. I’m glad you made it out.” He smiled. “Even if it took getting stabbed a little bit.” 

Here, with all of them around him, Techno could pretty clearly remember what they’d looked like on that day. The green eating across Spring’s skin, the ugly gored holes in Forgeflare’s stomach from Stonehigh’s tusks, Bubbleflow roaring at him even as holes were rotted through his face. He remembered how the blood in the snow seemed like it was glowing. He remembered the total silence after Dell had bled out, the two of them surrounded by the corpses of everyone else. He remembered it all.

But it felt more distant, now. It felt like it was scarring over instead of bleeding. Right now, all he could see were his family smiling and talking and arguing like always. He held onto the memory with both hands. This was what he’d remember, he promised himself. This is the memory he would keep. 

For just a moment, as the conversation rumbled on and on around him, he felt like a kid again, sitting with his family around the fire under the shade of the netherrack ceiling. He smiled around his tusks, and they smiled back. 

It was only a moment. And then it passed. 

The second to last petal fell before he was ready. There was so much left to say, so much left to do. He still hadn’t gotten to talk to Spring that much. He hadn’t gotten to hug Bellfire again. He hadn’t found a good way to apologize to Stonehigh. Dell hadn’t let him go yet. He needed more time. There wasn’t enough time in the world , and there certainly wasn’t enough time left in one measly little rose petal. 

Dell had her face pressed to his shoulder. She was mumbling something, alternating between begging him to stay and threatening him to keep himself safe. 

“I love you, I missed you too. I love you.” was all he could respond with. It wasn’t enough. 

Hands closed around his, squeezing them around the rose. He looked up and met Forgeflare’s eyes. His grandmother, even if there wasn’t a translation of the word to hoglin. She gave him a watery, gentle smile. 

“Techno-” She said, voice low and rasping. He swore to himself he’d never forget what it sounded like. A tear fell before he could stop it, her smile only softened around the edges. “Technoblade, go home. You don’t need to be here.”

Stonehigh made a soft noise of complaint. Spring shushed him. Dell only shoved her face deeper into his shoulder. 

“We’ll see you again, when you’re ready.” Forgeflare said softly, sadly. “Don’t come back even a day before then, alright?”

Techno went to speak, but words failed him. All he could do was nod. 

She smiled again, and pressed her snout to his forehead. For that last moment, everything was warm. “You’re alright, it’ll be alr-”

The final petal fell. 

The nether faded away. He opened his eyes to total, suffocating darkness.

Dell’s comforting, familiar-but-forgotten weight was gone. Stonehigh and Spring were gone. Bellfire was gone. Hace was gone. Bubbleflow was gone. Forgeflare-

The void closed in around him. Two massive, unseen hands cradled him like a lit match against the wind. The darkness buzzed with warm compassion. She held him until he caught his breath, until the tears slowed and the surreal memory of his family’s afterlife felt less like a live wire in his mind. She held him a little while after that until finally, finally, letting him go.

His attic faded back into focus around him, chasing away the endless darkness. All that was left was the crumbling, ashen twig of a rose stem in his hand. 

Techno sat for a while, staring as the stem dissolved into the air, leaving nothing behind. 

“...Thank you.” He snorted in his native tongue, not ready to go back to common. Somehow, he knew Kristin could understand him. 

[almostourgalaxy]

Run-In

You’ve never liked being out in the open. There’s too many dangers when you can’t duck and cover at the nearest sign of something going wrong.

You’re quickly learning that there’s also things to fear with closed spaces. Though you can’t really call the swamp you’re wading through “closed off”. The trees are spaced out well enough, but that doesn’t help you see anything when steam rolls through the gaps, pouring from geysers and cracks in the ground. The water around you bubbles and hisses, intermingled with acid strong enough to eat through bone, and the air stinks of some kind of sweet rot. You struggle to keep your balance on the rotting log you’re walking on. If you fall, you will die, if you breathe too much of the air here without some kind of mask, you die.

It’s hard to believe anything lives here, but the trees around you and the not so distant sounds of wildlife calling and moving through them tell you otherwise. A few strides from where you stand now, the water ripples, and a massive catfish swims beneath you. It bumps the underside of the log, and you hear Icarus yelp as his foot slips, before Pantra catches him.

Your mother’s a few steps in front of you, her ears twitching as she listens intently. You recall the warning you received from the bronze blood you met in the village south east of here.

Smokebile Swamp. The northmost part of “his” hunting grounds. You didn’t know who “he” was, and the bronze wouldn’t say. The warning had been enough to put you all on edge.

There’s a clearing up ahead, just high enough above the water that the ground looks dry. You all decide to take a moment to catch your breath, though your mother never takes her eyes off the water.

Icarus chuckles nervously after a few minutes, and nudges your shoulder. “I grew up around here,” He says, laughing like he doesn’t actually think it’s funny, “Just Ψouth of thiΨ Ψwamp.” You tilt your head, asking without asking as to why he left.

“My, uh… my luΨuΨ died when the OrphanerΨ decided to Ψhift their hunting ground north.” He’s stopped laughing now, and something cold curls in your stomach. You start to reach for him, to say something, but he grabs your wrist, shaking his head.

“I culled the baΨtard that did it, and the other three are long dead now.” He’s more upset than he sounds, you can tell. You decide to leave it alone, for now. 

You turn to try and say something to Pantra, to tell her to get ready to move out. She’s staring up at a tree across from you, trembling and you suddenly find yourself aware of a dull crunching, squelching sound coming from one of the lower branches.

You will never understand how you didn’t see him sooner. He’s massive, at least twice your height, and double that in length, with a mangled face and leg. His tail wraps around the trunk of the tree he’s lounging in, and you can see what’s left of the mangled corpse he’s tearing into from here. The realization that the body has fingers makes your stomach turn.

He’s a seadweller, and he’s staring at you, even as he eats. Icarus’ breath hitches as he and your mother spot him a second after you do. The violet blood eyes you, almost bored, until his remaining eye locks onto the gold blood amongst you, and he snarls.

He’s out of the tree and barreling towards you before you can blink. You barely leap out of his way, and he crashes into the water, giving you an opportunity to scramble in the opposite direction. You pass the tree he was in, and the sight of the small corpse being rapidly dissolved in the swamp’s acidic waters has you fighting back bile.

You hear him behind you, bellowing and shrieking in wordless rage. The sound of water sloshing tells you he gives not a single fuck about the possibility of getting melted by acid, as long as he gets to maul you first.

Icarus is outstriping all of you, panting heavily and refusing to look back as he leaps from log to rock across the swamp. You’re barely keeping ahead of the snarling highblood behind you, even on all fours.

Pantra has taken the parkour route, springing from tree to tree, and your mom is scrambling a step ahead of you, barely managing to avoid falling into the water.

Icarus darts sideways suddenly, scrambling up a steep outcrop and wedging himself into a crevice, you feel him snatch your hood and drag you in, your mother and Pantra following swiftly. 

The ground heaves when the violet blood slams against the opening, snapping and roaring, shoving an arm in after you and flailing blindly. It takes you a second to realize he’s trying to pry the crevice open with his other arm, and you lash out, tearing open the back of his hand.

He falls back with an enraged shriek, before retreating into the water. You don’t let that bring your guard down. Instead, you look back at Icarus, who’s hunkered down behind you. His head’s in his hands, and you can hear him gasping for air.

“He’Ψ ΨuppoΨed to be dead,” He pants, looking up at you through tears, “I culled him! His fucking face exploded, I CULLED HIM-” Your mother grabs his shoulders, pulling him to her chest, and he sobs.

Pantra shivers beside you, and rasps something under her breath. You glance at her, and she says it again, louder, so you can all hear.

“That’s Dualscar, I think,” She’s staring at the opening, at the swamp, “He’s the Emewsary’s Hound, her Orfurner. My pride and I… we used to hunt with his mentors sometimes.” There’s a thick silence that follows, and you recall Icarus’ words from earlier.

“We’re in his hunting grounds,” You whisper, “And Icarus tried to cull him. That’s two strikes against us.”

A high, chittering screech echoes through the swamp. You see your mother tense, and Pantra grabs her shoulder. It sounds like a grub being strangled.

Some deep, animal part of you knows it’s not. There are no lusi this far north, not during the bright season. The sound rips through the air again, and Pantra has to drag your mother backwards to stop her from lurching past you.

It doesn’t matter. A second later he slams into the open again, this time managing to force his upper body through. He’s snarling incoherently, trying to grab at Icarus, who screams and pushes his back against the wall. The Orphaner ignores you completely, until Pantra slams a rock into his head.

He jolts, going quiet for a second before he looks up at your Matesprit, completely unimpressed.

“I taught you better than that, Cub-Kin.” The words are flat, and Pantra hisses in response, before his arm slams into her chest, and she slumps over, wheezing, “Dad taught you better too.” 

He turns his attention to you now, grinning with a sudden clarity.

“Hello, bright-blood,” He rasps, about half a second before your mother’s teeth lock into his throat and he screams, lurching back.

He clutches his throat as he staggers in the water, growling and groaning in pain. Blood flows thickly under his palm, splashing into the water beneath him in thick streams. Your mother’s jaw is coated in blood, and she bares her teeth, still snarling.

You hear the familiar sound of electricity buzzing, but when you look back at Icarus, there’s no sparks. Dualscar is still grumbling in rage as you realize where the sound is coming from.

He lurches forward again, and you see the bolts racing across his body as he moves.

A sudden rumble in the ground makes him freeze. Your bones feel like they’re going to vibrate out of your skin, and your eyes sting with pins and needles. For a too long moment, the whole world feels like it’s rattling.

Dualscar eyes you like he still wants to eat you, but turns and slinks off into the swamp without another word.

You grab Pantra as soon as you’re sure he isn’t coming back, and haul ass out of that swamp.

[espithewarlock]

Happy @1016week! Day 5 - Boat!

This is Part 3 of my 'Love in a Minute' series! (Part 2 & Part 4 have been released, Part 1 will be on Day 7! They can be read in any order!)

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They were finishing up a lovely day out on the water, just the two of them out on Charles’ boat in the middle of the sea. Charles had been about to restart the engine to bring them back to the dock when Pierre had other ideas. He peeled Charles’ swim trunks down as he pushed him into the captain’s chair and spread his legs.

He had a plan, of course. An ulterior motive. While Charles was otherwise distracted a few minutes earlier, Pierre had pulled out the small box he had hidden away in his bag and slipped the ring into the pocket of his own swim trunks.

Now that Charles was properly blissed out, breathing heavily and coming down from his high, Pierre grabbed the hand that was tangled in his hair and slipped the ring onto Charles’ fourth finger.

It took Charles a full minute to notice. Once he did, he startled and jerked forward, nearly kicking Pierre from where he was still kneeling.

“Pierre, what the hell is this?” Charles practically shouted, eyes flashing between the ring and Pierre’s amused smile.

“Are you saying no?”

“Am I saying…what the fuck…I’m not…you haven’t even asked me a question!”

“It doesn’t seem like I need to,” Pierre shrugged lightly and let his smile curl the corners of his lips.

Charles groaned and put his hands over his face. “I am not telling people that you proposed by giving me a blowjob on my boat and then slipped a ring onto my finger when I wasn’t even looking!”

“Why not? That’s what happened.”

Charles actually kicked him for that one and Pierre couldn’t help but laugh at the glare on his face. The glare held for a few seconds, then Charles dissolved into the most adorable giggles.

“Oh my God, Pierre. Please. I am begging you to ask me properly so I can look maman in the face when I tell her we’re engaged.”

Pierre gave a long, suffering, exaggerated sigh. “Well, if it’s for Pascale, then I suppose I must,” he looked up at Charles innocently and cleared his throat, “will you, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Lecle–”

Charles smacked his shoulder. Hard. Pierre started laughing again and brought one of his hands up to protect himself.

“You are impossible,” Charles muttered, “be serious. Please.”

Despite the words, there was amusement and entertainment in his eyes and a smile on his face. Pierre knew that Charles wasn’t mad, far from it really, but he also knew that he had teased the other man long enough.

Pierre straightened himself and grabbed Charles’ hand, rubbing his thumb gently over the ring that he had already placed there. He knew exactly what he wanted to say.

“Charles,” he started softly, feeling him relax at the more serious tone, “Calamar. Mon amour. I have loved you from the moment I met you. The first time we kissed, I knew what true perfection was. There is so much I love about you, from your brilliance, to your determination, to your compassion and love for the world. You are my perfect partner, my soulmate, my whole world, and I want to be by your side for the rest of my life.”

He took a deep breath and stared up into Charles’ green eyes that seemed to be shining with happy tears. “Charles Leclerc, will you marry me?”

There was a pause where it looked like Charles was too choked up for words, then a mischievous grin curled over his face.

“I don’t know,” Charles said lightly, “some asshole just put this ring on my finger and assumed–”

Pierre threw his head back and laughed loudly, standing up and pulling Charles up with him. “Now who’s the one not being serious?” he teased, tilting their foreheads together and wrapping his arms around Charles’ waist.

He felt Charles’ arms come up around his shoulders and hug him close. Pierre absolutely adored the way that Charles’ eyes sparkled and his dimples gave away how happy he truly was.

“You know,” Pierre continued slowly, “I’m going to tell both of our Pascales that you called me an asshole instead of answer–”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Pierre Gasly, you idiot,” Charles connected their mouths together, before Pierre could retort, and swallowed his laughter.

They kissed slowly and sweetly for a few seconds, then Pierre felt bubbles building up in his chest. He bent his knees slightly to get a more secure grip around Charles’ waist and lifted him up so he could spin them around.

The bubbles spilled out into gleeful laughter for both of them. Pierre had never felt this light and happy before with his fiancé…his fiancé…in his arms.

He knew, of course, that Charles was going to say yes. They had talked about getting married and decided together that it was something they wanted to do.

Still, knowing that Charles was going to say yes and actually hearing it out loud were two very different things. Pierre couldn’t hold back the grin that threatened to split his face open and he didn’t want to.

After a few seconds of spinning to the sound of Charles’ delighted laughter, he set his fiancé back down as the boat rocked gently under their feet.

They breathed together for a bit, simply existing in each other’s spheres as the happiness and satisfaction of the day washed over them.

Pierre could feel Charles’ wrist twist against his shoulder and he turned his head to see Charles flexing his fingers in the sunlight.

“This ring is gorgeous, Pierrot,” Charles said, almost absently as he admired the piece of jewelry.

It truly was lovely in its simplicity. It was a black ring that sparkled in the sunlight with tiny black diamonds and had a thin, white-gold band in the center.

Pierre had visited several stores to find one that fit Charles’ masculinity and his love of fine jewelry, without being plain or boring. This ring suited him perfectly and Pierre was incredibly satisfied to see it resting in its permanent home.

“You’re gorgeous,” Pierre retorted, leaning in to kiss Charles’ cheek and hearing him giggle in response.

“Stop it, you sap,” Charles playfully tried to push him away and escape.

Pierre only tightened his arms in response and chased Charles’ lips with his own. “Never,” he promised, kissing him deeply, “you’re stuck with me forever now.”

[aajjks]

bunny kooks reaction to noona giving him dissolving swim trunks at the beach? 😂

HE WOULD THINK THAT NOONA IS VERY EVIL.

My guy is going to be SO embarrassed I just know he’s going to be very much embarrassed…. “NOONA WHYYYY?!!!!!!”

[oneforthemunny]

reader gave eddie those dissolvable swim trunks!

omg

someone write this.

this feels very brat!reader like she does it and then runs away and won't give him a towel LMAO. it's just the two of them at steve's but still.

[moralchampion]

They really gave Vik dissolvable swimming trunks lmao

[summer-fun-swim]

The sun hung lazily in the sky, bathing the world in colors so vivid they felt unreal. It was the sort of lazy afternoon that beckoned you to dive straight into relaxation. My brother, Bennie, and I were reveling in the warmth of our holiday at the coastal hotel, a place saturated with the sweet scent of saltwater and sunscreen. Our parents had fallen into that all-too-familiar trance of adult conversations, leaving us free to explore.

Our day had been filled with the standard sibling duties: video games in the hotel room, racing through the sprawling lobby, and burrowing our noses into the buffet offerings, all leading to a murmur of excitement that tugged at the corners of our minds. The hotel had a pool, but not just any pool; it was a magnificent indoor oasis, an escape from the relentless sun outside, complete with palm trees and ornate tiles that glimmered beneath the water’s surface.

After a quick debate over who could outswim whom, we made our way to the pool area. I started to feel that intoxicating mix of adrenaline and freedom. The air was saturated and warm as I took in the view—a sprawling blue expanse stretching across the tile, reflecting the light that filtered through the glass dome above.

Bennie, already in his swim trunks, had a devilish grin plastered on his face. He was always the bold one, the instigator. Watching him remove his sweatshirt and toss it aside, revealing his tanktop, I felt a twinge of nervousness mixed with excitement. It was then that Bennie aimed a teasing finger at me, urging me to jump in. I hesitated, lingering in my comfort zone with my jeans and T-shirt still firmly in place, but Bennie’s infectious enthusiasm soon pulled me over the edge.

“Come on! Don’t be such a chicken!” he yelled, splashing me with water as he slipped into the pool with effortless grace. I rolled my eyes, the competitive spirit igniting within me. A fleeting thought reminded me that I should have gotten changed first, but the impulse to join my brother was stronger.

With a deep breath, I charged toward the pool’s edge and leaped. The shock of the water enveloped me, its coolness contrasting sharply against the air. As I surfaced, water cascaded down my face, instantaneously drenching my clothes. My T-shirt clung to my skin, absorbing the water, while the weight of my denim jeans pulled me down slightly, all of it merging into a singular sensation of exhilaration.

The world above the surface transformed into rippling distortions as I glanced at Bennie, who was laughing and swimming circles around me. I emerged completely, shaking water droplets from my hair, and took in the scene—the vibrant light, the palm fronds swaying gently in the artificial breeze, and the echoing sounds of laughter and splashes that filled the air.

Bennie, ever the show-off, did a cannonball, sending a wave cascading over me. I coughed and sputtered, laughter bubbling up despite my momentary surprise. The fabric of my t-shirt had become a second skin, the cotton molded to my form, while the jeans felt heavy, almost like a second layer of skin. The sensation was enthralling, making each movement feel intentional, aware.

“Race you to the other side!” Bennie shouted, already propelling himself through the water. I responded with a determined nod, pushing my sodden body to kick off from the edge. Every stroke felt amplified; the water around me was thick with the weight of my clothing, but it was also a sensory delight. The fabric of my jeans clung tightly to my thighs, while my damp T-shirt offered a slight resistance, cool to the touch against my skin.

For a moment, I lost myself in the thrill of simply being—a boy, submerged in water, playing with his brother in a paradise that felt eternally youthful. We laughed, splashed, and raced back and forth across the pool, the boundaries of the world dissolving into a kaleidoscope of warmth and joy.

Exhausted and breathless, we finally clambered out of the pool, the cool air contrasting wildly with our wet clothes. I could feel the fabric pulling against me, the jeans soaking up moisture until they were nearly cumbersome. My T-shirt, now a few shades darker, clung to my chest while the sweat and sea salt began to mix with the pool water on my skin.

Bennie flopped down onto a nearby lounge chair, spreading out like he owned the place. “That was awesome!” he panted, a wide smile still plastered on his face. I followed suit, collapsing next to him, my t-shirt sticking uncomfortably but feeling oddly comforting at the same time. “Remind me to wear my swim trunks next time,” I chuckled, wiping droplets from my face.

As we lay there, gasping for breath, I took a moment to simply appreciate the scene around us. The hotel’s indoor pool area was filled with families, children splashing and laughing, adults lounging comfortably. The world felt alive in those moments, adorned with the warmth of connection and the thrill of shared adventures.

Before long, our parents wandered down, their eyes widening as they took in the sight of us—two drenched boys, grinning from ear to ear. “What happened to you two?” Mom laughed, her tone equal parts amused and exasperated.

I exchanged a look with Bennie, and we burst into laughter again, the kind of laughter that only the best memories are made of. The weight of our wet clothes was nothing compared to the lightness we felt inside, and as we settled in to dry under the golden light of the afternoon, I realized that these were the moments that would linger long after the sun went down—moments that would stay with me forever.