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Peace - Act III : Chapter seven

Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

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Summary: Reader comes back to her hometown and transfers to Wiskayok High School after getting expelled from her previous high school. Follows Junior year into Senior year, all the way up to the crash. (Eventual NSFW mdni)

Warnings: None

The sun was sinking low over the field, casting long golden shadows across the turf. You moved along the sidelines, camera pressed to your face, the familiar click of the shutter echoing softly under the sounds of whistles and yelling.

Jackie looked pristine as always, ponytail bouncing, uniform spotless, calling out instructions like a born leader. Beautiful even when she wasn’t trying to be. It made you roll your eyes.

Van was in rare form, half-serious and half goofball, pretending to strike superhero poses mid-drill just to mess with Coach Martinez. Mari and Laura Lee flanked Lottie as they weaved through cones, their laughter carrying lightly through the air.

Tai jogged up to Coach mid-drill. “Come on, just one hint. Give me initials. Shirt color. Something.”

Coach Martinez didn’t even blink. “You want to impress scouts? Play like every game is their game.”

Tai groaned. “That’s not an answer, that’s propaganda.”

You lowered your camera, snorting quietly. On the far side of the field, Shauna was running paired drills with Allie, barking corrections and encouragements like a pro.

It all looked so alive, really sweaty, even more chaotic, warm, and you realized just how much you’d missed being here. The familiar buzz of cleats against turf, the mix of sweat and sunblock in the air, the click of the shutter syncing with laughter and shouts.

During water break, Lottie jogged toward the sidelines and peeled off her headband, sweat dotting her brow. She kept her voice low as she leaned close to you, barely audible under the chatter around them.

“So… Ben Grimes,” she said casually. Too casually. “Has he been flirting with you?”

You raised an eyebrow, fighting the smug grin, wanting to make an appearance. “You’re still thinking about that?”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “Um, no.”

You gave her a look that said liar. “Well,” you added with a shrug, “he did bring flowers to my desk in mixed media an hour ago.”

Lottie froze mid-sip of her water, expression unreadable for a second, cheeks flushed either from practice or something else entirely. “Are you serious? What kind?”

The way she said it, like it was a challenge, like she was already plotting how to one-up him, made you laugh, full and warm.

“No,” you said, amused. “But if he did, I’d tell him to piss off. The Yellowjackets got me booked all season long.”

That did it. Lottie relaxed, her mouth pulling into a grin that was far too pleased.

You glanced over Lottie’s shoulder. “Water break’s almost up.”

Reaching up and brushing a stray piece of turf out of Lottie’s hair without thinking. “Focus up, Matthews,” you said, smirking. “You gotta lock in if you want to make it to nationals this year.”

Lottie grinned so hard her cheeks hurt. “Yes, ma’am.” And for a second, standing there in the middle of the field, your eyes still on her, Lottie almost forgot they weren’t allowed to kiss in public.

Almost.

Your eyes lingered on her face before you motioned for her to head back. She pouted and gave a sigh before jogging back to the field. You watched her go, your heart clenching within your chest.

Your fingertips drumming on your leg, feeling a burst of energy buzz within you. Having no place to go. You turned your back to the field and focused on your job.

The next night, Mari’s party had bloomed in the backyard like it always did, too many folding chairs, too many voices, too many barely-legal bottles passed hand to hand. Someone had strung fairy lights across the fence, and they flickered every time the music swelled. It was the night before the first game of the season, and no one wanted to think about cleats or drills or Coach Martinez’s whistle.

You were leaning against the deck rail, the cheap lighter in your hand flickering as you lit the blunt Natalie had pressed into your palm fifteen minutes ago with a sly, “Don’t say I never gave you anything.”

She watched you with a wide grin, and a deep look in her eyes. Like she was excited to see your reaction. Before you pressed it to your lips you narrowed your eyes at Nat.

“Promise this isn’t laced with anything insane?”

She chuckled, “Scouts honor.” she promised holding up crossed fingers like it was sacred.

You nod, and bring the blunt to your lips, eyes still on Natalie as you took a deep inhale. She look held your gaze with an intensity that seemed to soften around the edges in the haze of the blunt in your mouth.

It tasted like pine needles and ash. You exhaled slowly, letting the sound of bickering and laughter blur into white noise. Nat plucked the blunt from your lips and took a hit of the same bud. She exhaled smoke into your face.

“Rude.” You mumble, waiting for her to give it back.

She smiles, “Consider it the dealers tax. Besides wanted to taste it.”

You motioned for it back, and she rolled her eyes, “Not even a please?” she teased.

You scoffed, “Didn’t realize the badass Natalie Scatorccio would demand manners.”

“Hmm well as an ex girl scout, manners will always be a big deal for me.” She deadpan, but after a minute she cracked a smile and giggled.

Natalie fucking giggled.

You’ve never heard her do that. Or seen her looks so soft and…cute? Your eyes widen and lips crack into a smile. “You are soooo fucking high. How much have you smoked???” You ask, reaching for the blunt.

Natalie giggles, and moves her hand away from your reach. “Awww do you care? Don’t worry I’m a big girl I can handle it. Besides I’m not the one we should be worried about.” She motions to past you, and turn your gaze to the direction.

Across the yard, Tai was in a full-on debate with Allie about defensive positioning, her hands flailing dramatically while Allie rolled her eyes and mimed throwing herself into a bush.

You laughed, not just at them, but maybe too hard at something Ben Grimes had just muttered under his breath beside her. Something about Tai being one bad call away from biting someone.

Where Ben came from you had no idea. He seemed to manifest out of nowhere. And in this appearance, Natalie seemed to disappear. He has a shy grin as he says something else, clever, a little funny. And you can’t help the chuckle that slips from you.

Van caught it. But more importantly, so did Lottie.

Lottie, sitting on the back steps with a red Solo cup in one hand and Mari’s voice still buzzing in her ear. She'd taken two sips too many, half a hit from Van’s joint, and now the edges of the world were a little too soft. Her jaw tightened when she saw Ben lean closer toward you, like he was about to make a third joke. She didn’t even hear it. Didn’t need to.

Van nudged her shoulder. “Yo. Chill.”

Lottie didn’t. She snatched the joint from Van’s fingers with more force than necessary, took a quick inhale, then pushed herself up.

“I’m getting another drink,” she said, not really looking at anyone.

Van leaned back, grinning. “Touchy.”

Lottie didn’t respond, just headed inside, the hem of her denim jacket brushing against the screen door as it slammed behind her. Your eyes caught Lottie’s escape back inside.

You frowned, your stomached dipped at the harshness of her exit. You sigh, turning your head to see Nat talking to a boy. You grabbed her shoulder, Nat’s eyes widened at the sight of you. But she smiled when you handed the blunt back to her in passing.

You then murmured something to Ben that sounded like a laugh and an apology but didn’t reach your eyes. Then you followed Lottie back inside.

You found her in the kitchen, staring at a shelf of mismatched cups like they were judging her. The music was muffled here, replaced by the hum of the fridge and the buzz of the overhead light.

“Hey,” you said, stepping in close. “You good?”

Lottie didn’t answer right away. Just filled her cup with something orange and carbonated, then took a sip and made a face. “Why does this taste like cough syrup and poor decisions?”

You smirked, a chuckle bubbling up. “Because it is.”

Lottie set the cup down a little too hard. “Can we leave?”

You raised a brow. “We haven’t even been here an hour.”

“Yeah, well,” Lottie said, her voice lower now, close to a whisper, “I’m done here. Let’s go do anything else. Please.”

You studied her for a second. The smudged mascara, the twitch of her hand near her mouth, the tiny crack in her bravado.

“Ben is harmless,” You said gently. “And you really need to stop mixing alcohol and weed together to numb out your frustration. It’s not a cute cocktail.”

You don’t mention her meds. How she shouldn’t be drinking so much while on them. How you’ve seen how it makes her hangover worse when she drinks too much. And normally you don’t have to. Lottie will normally nurse a single drink all night.

Tonight seemed to be an exception.

Lottie gave a breathless laugh and leaned against the counter, her eyes a little glassy. “Says the girl who literally took a hit from Nat and ran inside here.”

You reached out and brushed your thumb along the edge of Lottie’s sleeve. “Someone’s been watching me.” You teased.

Lottie rolled her eyes, no crack of a smile on the horizon. You sighed, your head tilted to study her. She wouldn’t meet your eyes, and so you let your hand rest on top of hers in a gentle featherlight touch. “Fine. We can go.” You relented.

Lottie blinked at you. “Really?”

You nod, a small smile dancing on your lips. “Really.”

And in that moment, Lottie felt like she won something. Maybe everything. Because you chose her. Again. Without asking why. Without needing to. You both left out the back door with no goodbyes.

Van watched you both go, sipping from her drink, shaking her head with a grin. “Called it,” she muttered to no one in particular.

[ghosttfiish]

Fell in love with this funky vintage Sonic plush and had to draw him.. I want him so bad. Look at his style, he's so high fashion

[moon-fics]

I'm just spitballing here, but what about bob floyd × naval admin reader where she sees him shirtless for the first time and like a friend kickback on the beach and is just absolutely gobsmacked because she knew he was fit but not ripped to heck 😭 and bob is just so nonchalant about it 😂

Please keep spitballing bc I love this. Sorry, it took so long!

After beating all the odds, the mission was a success. You only had a minor heart attack watching Rooster and Maverick get shot down. You definitely didn't need to lock yourself inside a bathroom for a few hours after everyone returned home to ground yourself. Everything that could have taken your friends did not.

Which is why you're celebrating at Penny's house. You're only a few days away from being sent to another base, and yet, you're happy. You get to stand in a beautiful backyard while hot dogs are being grilled. You're surrounded by people you love and get to keep for one more mission.

Now, if only the sun would set so you don't have to sweat through your shirt. It doesn't help that you forgot to wear a swimsuit for her pool. You're stuck watching Rooster, Hangman, and Fanboy mess around in the water.

"Hey," Bob's voice snaps you out of your mind. You glance to your left to see him holding two plates with hot dogs on them. "Penny said you haven't eaten yet." He holds out one of the plates.

You turn your head past Bob to see Penny staring right at you. She gives you a wink and returns to talking to Maverick over the grill. You should have assumed she'd do something like this. Ever since you drunkenly admitted to having a crush on Bob she's made it her mission to get you with him.

"Thank you," You sigh. You take the plate, but you don't eat from it. You're afraid that if you take a bite, the heat from the hot dog will worsen your sweating. You take a second to admire Bob, who is wearing a T-shirt that is drenched in sweat. "You're allowed to take that off." You gesture at his shirt.

He's taking a bite of the hot dog when you speak. His eyes snap to you immediately, and he awkwardly chews to talk. It takes a couple of long seconds before he swallows.

"I didn't really think about it," He admits while flashing a nervous grin. Your eyes trace the lines from his smile automatically. You're trying to ingrain every part of him before you're left to fate, for when you see him again. You don't want to forget a single detail about him. "I didn't put any sunblock on," He chuckles.

"I'm sure you'll be fine," You shrug. You can feel the sun kissing your skin and tanning it, but you don't feel burning yet. Besides, Penny should have sun lotion somewhere in her house if he really needs it. "I mean, you just came back from a mission that Maverick deemed almost impossible. I think a few sun burns will be alright."

"Yeah, I can't argue against that," He nods. "Hold my plate?" He asks, and you take it from him. You watch as he takes off his shirt and rolls it into a ball. It takes a moment for you to look down because his arms are enough to keep you occupied. When you finally change your focus to his chest you clench your jaw to stop it from falling.

You can see every muscle on his torso, and the sweat only defines them more. He's tan from the sun already, which adds to the appeal. Forget Hangman and Rooster. Bob has a body that you could not imagine holding his head up.

"You look like this regularly?" You ask without realizing it. The question slides down from your brain and past your lips before you can stop it. The only thing stopping you from diving into Penny's pool is his laugh.

"Yeah, I mean, everyone else looks the same," He brushes it off.

"Well, yeah, but I just wasn't expecting you to be this fit." You cannot stop talking. It's like your brain is just letting anything out. "That came out wrong. I knew you were strong, I just never imagined you shirtless," You clarify.

"That insinuates you've imagined everyone else shirtless," He points out. He ducks his head down as another laugh comes out. You're thankful he's finding this humorous instead of insulting or creepy. You could handle looking like a fool. "I just don't see a need to show off," He says and takes his plate back from you.

"You're depriving the world," You joke. "I'm serious. If I looked like you, I'd be shirtless regularly."

"I'm glad you think that. Next time I'm shirtless, I'll let you know," He shakes his head while holding back a chuckle.

"Put me on speed dial," You nudge him.

[cretaceos]

how to paint pitch blue in dark red — vampire oscar. (landoscar)

Lando doesn’t look behind when he hears the noise of an opening door. He mostly doesn’t care; it’s a public pool, could be anyone. But then he remembers it’s rather late, and he’s specifically in the indoor area, where it's more lonely and moody. Some nice place to be mourning.

His head tilts back, noticing a woman walking away, as a male enters. The big windows that should be facing some sort of garden are closed, and even though it’s dark outside, Lando wished they were open. The view might be debatable, but it helps the feeling of claustrophobia, being stuck somewhere he can’t escape.

Takes him more than minutes to realise it’s Oscar. The walking gives it away. How he comes close to the border before jumping, childish-like of him, in Lando’s opinion—although if he got himself in the water, he‘d probably do the same. He emerges again in the middle of the large blue extension of tiles. Somehow, the sickly white tone of his skin seems to match with the surroundings. Lando looks away. There’s still the winning glow on Oscar.

He chose to not get wet, sat there and swung his feet only, feeling the hot water enveloping his sore ankles. Oscar stares at him. Lando knows, even though he doesn’t have the powers of genetics on his side. Not like Oscar does. However, Lando became quite a professional at feeling when Oscar is ogling him, never giving it too much thought and just assuming it's something vampires do. Stare. 

Oscar swims closer, making waves as his body cuts through the pool, closer to Lando, who sighs in defeat.

“Why are you here?” He sounds more annoyed than he should. But then Lando’s still depressed over the weekend, couldn’t manage a better tone when Oscar was disturbing his peace.

“Didn’t know you bought the place, mate.”

Lando holds back the urge to fight back. No, but I could.

“Forgot my sunblock, in simpler terms,” Oscar completes before Lando can say anything further. “Sucks to be around here without suppositories.” 

Lando knows that too. Mainly because he heard Jon commenting on how it could go bad for Oscar and all his lab rats modified genes. Not as bad as Lando would like because it’s still a night race, but it should’ve been uncomfortable for him anyway.

They don’t usually burn in the sun, like the obscure stories he heard as a kid; nevertheless, light and vampires don’t usually go well together. Seems rather unfair looking from outside; people like Oscar get to be the summit of human civilisation and still have to give things away. No long walks on the beach, unless you’re filled with proper medicine for that. No common diet, blood at least two times a day to stay healthy. And still.

There he is—race winner. The type of champion that attaches to your neck and—takes.

“Why are you here, though?” Oscar’s voice travels across the area, echoing through the walls, shattering his skull. “Reckon you could go somewhere nicer, the beach maybe.”

Lando side-eyes him, “No, thanks. Maybe when it’s not pitch black outside.” 

“Suit yourself.” 

Oscar dips his head, trying to get the water to fix the messy situation on his head. His hair smells like champagne, a reminder of a podium, also a note of Lando’s horrendous, dismaying performance. It weighs. The win, the gap, the pole, the champagne, and his fangs out and grinning for a crowd. The win.

“Thought you guys didn’t get along well with water.” Lando bursts out before he can get his mind around it.

Oscar frowns, “That’s holy water, it’s different.”

Lando hums in agreement, trying to wrap his head around why people made in laboratories, with the finest equipment ever, get hurt when some blessed liquid is thrown at them.

Silence stays for a moment. It’s unfair. Oscar won; it’s done, nothing else matters, time’s not going back, and there’s nothing Lando can do about that besides sitting around and collecting his mistakes. He’s being selfish, a bit of a cunt too. Sharp tongue wanting to hurt Oscar, share the pain of being two steps under.

“I can hear your heart.”

Oscar turns to him, pupils wide, shaking. Rabbit caught hopping too high.

“Did you eat?” Lando asks, unsure, holding back the grin; it’s nice to see him suffer for a while.

“No, had a problem with my pills too.”

Oscar tries to play casually about it. Lando knows he has to cover up the earlier loss, either by drinking blood or getting himself some pills to enable the hunger until he gets a chance to kill it. He can’t have either of those.

“C’mere.”

Lando wonders if at least part of what his mother told him as a kid is true. That vampires are, indeed, creatures with the purpose of hunting only. Their ruby-coloured eyes, white skin—never seen the sun—and the endless boredom—no long walks on the beach—are part of their gifted traits. 

Oscar hesitates, as if he’s not sure whether it’s safe to approach. Lando wants to scream.

“C’mon, mate,” he whines, “I don’t have all night.”

Oscar swims carefully, like any disturbance in the water would break down the moment. Lando is not used to this. He’d only ever seen the version of Oscar that does not feel the unhinged hunger. His eyes were never dark, and his canines never begged for skin like they seem to do.

Lando’s insides bubble in fear. Suddenly he’s aware of how uncontrolled Oscar looks, almost losing it as he gets closer. Lando would like to break him down and eat the crumbles.

Oscar places himself in the middle of Lando’s legs. Suggestive and bold. Kind of careless too, trusting too much that Lando won’t try to drown him.

“Open your mouth.” 

Lando can’t tell why he asks so or explain the painful beating against his chest. Adrenaline crawls in his veins, and mania begins showing itself inside his brain. Caged behind his skull, he’s becoming deranged, obsessing over the slow pace that Oscar obeys. His pointy fangs lay protuberant on his tongue.

He rubs his thumb against them. Counting, marking, feeling the hard pressure on the tip of his finger. Lando goes further. Circles his molars, premolars, brushing his tongue on the way. Oscar stares, passive and silent, breathing heavily, salivating around Lando’s knuckles.

“Do it.” 

Lando moves, shoving his wrist against Oscar’s lips. He hesitates again. Could be a trap.

Oscar’s falling for it.

“It’ll hurt.”

“I know.”

“Are you sure about—”

“No, Oscar, to be very honest.”

Lando has that trembling voice in him, like he’s begging for it. Imploring for a bit of pain as a punishment, perhaps wanting to be hurt, gushing organs and sorrows.

Oscar bites him.

Lando can’t tell, but at some point the world spiralled into chaos blue. Oscar licks on his wrist, tongue darting out, blood flowing down his throat. Red cells, leukocytes, all dripping down his chin. He looks good like that. Some scarlet feverish dream, starving for every single part of flesh.

He sucks the teeth mark, and then Lando notices he’s hard because it makes his dick ache.

“Oscar.” 

The name rolls out without his wanting. Lando’s body feels limp, controlled not by him but by someone else. By Oscar.

He turns to Lando. Messy cheeks, all red and shiny, almost like he’s been deprived of eating for days. He looks good. Wild, feral, ready to rip off Lando’s viscera. He licks his lips before getting them back to work, ignoring the tent on Lando’s trousers.

“Oscar”, Lando pushes himself to the stained pool, blue meeting ruby; some barriers are being broken.

Oscar holds his waist, pinning Lando against the border, too focused on getting dirty with his blood. Lando’s head lolls, embraced by the hot water and drunkenly reaching for Oscar. His hips moving forward, reaching and reaching.

Oscar shoves his thigh between his legs. Lando doesn’t catch the exact moment he starts humping, but it happens. His senses are numb, cock throbbing in his pants, hurting. He wants to get off so bad. Just a bit more. Oscar should take more. Bite again and suck him dry. His hips move faster.

Lando drops his forehead on Oscar’s shoulders, whining shyly. He’s offering. Showing neck and whimpering whenever Oscar rubs his tongue against the swelling wound on his wrist. Oscar grabs his hair, forcing his scalp with savage fingers. He’s still dirty with blood, and Lando wants it so much.

On his lips. Maybe above. Maybe under. Bite. Take more, drink him up and absorb all he ever had to give, swallow up the sadness and anger, raging over stupidity. Drink him.

Lando comes with a cry, drooping over Oscar. His muscles are gone; so is his right mind. Nothing echoes inside. There’s silence and murky water. Still weights, the sun, the podium. The bite.

[vodika-vibes]

Sunny Days

Summary: A year after the end of the war, you elect to bring Boss, your boyfriend, on vacation with you to someplace warm and tropical. But you were so worried about him having fun, that you forgot to take care of yourself.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x GN!Reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Reader is described as having an obvious sunburn

A/N: A short story today, I have a case of the Mondays, sadly, and don't really want to do anything. But I hope you all like it anyway.

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“Ow, ow, ow—” You wince as you lightly prod the angry looking, and feeling, sunburn on your shoulder. You swear you applied sunblock before you left the hotel room this morning.

You think.

Probably.

You lightly prod the burn again, and grimace.

Maybe you applied sunblock this morning, and then forgot to reapply it? That would explain the lack of blisters, at least.

“I’m back,” The hotel door swings shut, and you turn to peer at Boss as he walks over to you and drops a bag on the bed. “They didn’t have anything at the front desk, so I ran to a store down the street.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He scoffs at your comment and sits on the bed behind you as he digs the bottle of aloe from the bag, “Of course I did. You’re in pain. I just wish I had remembered to pack some bacta—” He trails off as he opens the bottle and squirts some of the gel onto his hand.

“We’re on vacation, you shouldn’t have needed bacta,” You remind him, hissing in pain as he starts applying the gel to your shoulders. Even with his touch so gentle, it still hurts a lot.

“I can’t believe you forgot to apply more sunblock,” Boss mutters, more to himself than to you. “You made sure that I kept applying more sunblock.”

“I forgot,” You’re whining now, and he’s not impressed, judging by the look he shoots you through the mirror hanging on the wall, “Besides, you’re from a planet where it rains all of the time, and generally are fully covered in armor. I had reason to be worried.”

“Cyare—”

You twist on the bed and hold up a single finger, “Skin cancer is no joke, and no one is immune to cancer caused by environmental factors.”

“I’m not done, turn back around.”

You ignore his comment, “Do we need to have the cancer lecture again? We should have the cancer lecture again. Let me get my datapad for the slides—”

“No. We absolutely do not need the cancer lecture again,” Boss gently turns you so that your back is facing him again, “I remember what you said about it.”

“Are you sure? Because I really don’t mind.”

Boss lets out an amused laugh as he continues applying the aloe, “I thought you were here are my cyare, not as an oncologist.”

“I’m being both. Your cyare and an oncologist.”

Boss presses a light kiss to the back of your head, “I love you. You’re so smart. But you’re also the dumbest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!”

“You should have reapplied sunblock when you were drowning me in the stupid stuff. I would have been more than happy to rub lotion onto your shoulders.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

He lightly prods your side, “Do you? Then why didn’t you let me.”

“I just…” You trail off and squeak when he prods your side again, “I just wanted to make sure that you had a really good first vacation.”

“Is that why you’ve stuffed our days with various activities?”

“I thought you were having fun.”

“I am having fun. I’d have fun even if we spent the whole vacation locked up in here simply because you’re here.”

“...you’re a sap.”

“I’m in love.” He corrects, “Don’t be mean.”

“I love you too.”

He leans around you and presses a light kiss to your cheek, “I’m glad for it.” You hear the bottle of gel click shut, and then Boss tugs you so you’re sitting on his lap, “How about, tonight, we skip the whale watching or whatever it scheduled for today, and instead we order room service and just spend time together?”

“I don’t have a problem with that. But are you sure you’re okay with missing the boar tour—”

“I really, really just want you here.” His hand settle, lightly, on your hips and the other hand gently caresses your cheek, “It’s been a bit since we’ve been able to be alone together, hasn’t it?”

“Well, between my work and your work and all of your brothers—” You aren’t able to finish your sentence, as his lips press against yours, silencing your words with ease.

“Cyare,” He mumbles against your lips, barely audible even with how close you are to him, “Someday I’m going to make you my riduur.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and tangle your fingers in his curls, “Not if I make you mine first.” You reply, without putting any space between you and him.

Boss grins, “It’s not a challenge, cyare.”

“Then you should have worded it differently.”

And then you yelp as Boss falls back on the bed, pulling you with him. His arms tight around you, and his gaze locked on your face, and his grin becomes a lot more mischievous. And you know that you’re in for a really, really long night.

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Con La Brisa (Leviathan x GN!Reader)

Leviathan x Reader

Tags: Romantic fluff, takes place on the beach and in water

Word Count: 2,849

Summary:

With the new skill you recently mastered, you plan to surprise Levi with a date underwater.

[✨Likes, Comments & Reblogs are supper appreciated!✨]

Notes: This work is also available on Ao3, feel free to leave kudos, comment or read there if you prefer Ao3 more ❤️

I forgot to add this in the original Ao3 post, but I was really inspired by the song from underwater scene in wakanda forever. So, I'd play the song on loop every time I was writing this. Feel free to give it a listen before, after, or during your reading session.

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It’s been a while since you and Levi last saw each other for reasons that he understood as well. For one, you were up in The Human World, tending to your regular life while you were on a break from the student exchange program. And for another, there were certain duties you had to fulfill as Solomon’s most promising apprentice. In other words, Solomon was keeping you very busy with the lessons he provided as your mentor. Admittedly, it made Leviathan feel a bit upset, but he would always feel better upon receiving your calls and messages. It made him even happier when you would do co-op with him, just the two of you.

This time around, you were reaching out for the most unexpected reason paired with a quite off-putting request:

“Levi! Let's go to the beach this Saturday! Solomon gave me the day off and I thought it'd be lovely to do some swimming!”

Leviathan was speechless… no… he was frozen. This is the first time you asked to do something so extroverted. It's quite difficult to think of any proper response.

“I don't know about going to the beach, MC…”

“Oh, I know you might be worried about other people in the place, but I promise there's a private part of the beach we're headed to. I figured I'd take you there because I also have a surprise to show you!” The smiley face at the end of the text made Levi think twice about rejecting the idea. Maybe it's overthinking, but he has this feeling that you might not take no for an answer.

He lets out a sigh, essentially out of awe at how spontaneous you are. Though admittedly, it made his heart race thinking about what would happen on that day. He imagined the scenarios painted by shoujo mangas, especially considering it would just be the two of you going.

His thoughts ran wildly with all the writing conventions he got from every manga he’s read. So much so that he wondered if he needed to practice playing volleyball, or maybe some tough talk when you run into a random group of troublesome strangers… What if you planned to ask him to help you put on some sunblock lotion? What about the conversation you might have as you watch the sunset?

Apart from that, you didn’t tell him to bring anything other than himself… did he need to bring anything? for him? for you? for both of you? Or—

“Stop this! It’s not like it’s gonna turn out that way anyways… even if we are dating…”

Even if going to the beach was the most typical kind of date for couples, he couldn’t believe you were inviting an otaku like him to go with you. If anything, he figured you’d bring Beel and Belphie, Asmo, or Mammon, who definitely wouldn’t refuse some downtime at the beach.

The same kind of thoughts ended up partially clouding his mind for the entire week. Luckily, not so much that it ended up becoming a problem for his duties as a RAD student and student council member. However, it did end up making him lose several rounds in the RPG game he was currently obsessing over.

When the day arrived, Levi had to make sure that the day would be perfect and ended up with a lot of stuff to bring after all. In response, Asmo and Mammon had to talk him out of bringing too many beach items. In the end, Levi just brought some sunscreen that Asmodeus shoved onto him, sunglasses, some swimwear, and himself.

“Are you sure I don’t need any of the stuff I was gonna bring?”

“Levi, if MC is the one that asked you out as a surprise, it should probably mean that  they’re  the one with an itinerary.” The 5th eldest of the brothers reasoned, speaking as if this was based on common sense.

“I-I guess you’re right about that…” Asmo was the love expert after all, despite being slightly uneasy and nervous, he adhered to his advice.

“If you’re gonna get cold feet over going to the beach, I oughta take your place and go with MC to the beach.” Mammon hit him in a way that was aggressively playful as if he was telling him to turn back and switch places with him. Levi raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed

“T-they asked  me ! Besides…”

We’re the ones dating, they’re in love with me.  He stopped himself before he could say his thoughts aloud, it was a close call.

“N-nevermind, I’m just going because it’s MC! You should never refuse MC!”

Right as he says that, a portal emerges and he sees MC by the entrance. The timing almost made Mammon and Levi squeal.

“Hey, MC! If ya planned on dropping by, at least give us a heads up! I think I lost 1000 years in my lifespan thanks to you!”

“MC!” Asmo squeals and runs over to give you the biggest bear hug.

“Hello guys! Just coming in to pick up Levi. How did I do with the portal spell?” You turned over to Levi with a glimmer of excitement in your eye. His eyes widened realizing how close your face was to his.

“U-uh…!” He took a step back and coughed, rose pink dusting his cheeks.

“It was actually really good! Solomon’s mentoring skills are definitely not something to mess with.” You giggled and took him by the hand before turning to the two brothers who were seeing him out.

“Well… off we go! It was nice seeing you all!”

“Take care ya damn lovebirds!”

“Have fun you two!”

Before Leviathan could say anything else, you both already made it across the portal and into the beach.

Levi was expecting some intense heat rays. To his surprise, the heat wave never came. Instead, he was greeted with a healthy mix of blue hues and fluffy clouds.

“Huh…” His eyes landed on the ground, feeling the warmth of white sand on his flip-flops. It was a small pet peeve, but he was going to ignore it for now.

He looked a bit farther and that this was a part of the beach that was relatively distant from where people would often stay.

“Not bad right? Let's head over to the docks.” Levi nodded, letting MC take his hand and walk him to the nearby docks. It was old, the varnish that protected the wood faded from the sunlight. The nails that kept them in place creaked loudly with each step, no matter how gentle they were. Regardless, it seems that the dock was sturdy enough despite its age.

The waves were splashing gently that day, telling you everything you needed to know about how today was going to turn out to be.

You giggled to yourself as you looked at Levi and back to the crystal blue water.

When you reached the end of the dock, you sat down, cross-legged, by the edge. Then, you motioned Levi to sit next to you.

Awkwardly, he obliges, letting his feet hang as he sits down.

“I begged Solomon to teach me this one spell… just watch.” You made eye contact with Levi who was looking at you expectantly. You gave him a small smile, trying to contain your excitement. Then, you let your eyes close as your focus was redirected to the objective you had in mind.

“Spirit of the wind, let my lungs respire and my body steel under your power.”

A blue light glows intensely within you as you take a deep breath in, and fades as you breathe out. The unexplainable sensation of the spell you cast radiates from your chest to your fingertips.

You open your eyes, all your senses returning to reality.

Levi blinks.

“Okay, cool trick and all… but what's the spell for?”

You raise an eyebrow towards your lover before speaking.

“You mean you  don't  want to experience a day underwater?”

“Huh?!”

“Suit yourself, fish man.” You shrug before launching yourself into the water below you.

“What?! MC, Wait!” His mind was too startled to think about hesitations. Immediately, he jumped in after you. His adrenaline spiked as he looked around to find you, preparing for the worst possible outcome.

He had a delayed realization that you were trying out a spell that could let you breathe underwater, even as you reach the depths of the ocean… at least… if it was executed properly.

He can only vaguely recall how the spell goes as he didn’t need it in his demon form. Because of that, he was too worried over whether or not the spell even worked, stressing over why you acted so rationally.

His worst fears were realized when he saw your limp body halfway through making its way to the ocean floor.

He cursed under his breath multiple times in a state of panic.

With all the strength he could muster, he swam his way to you and caught you in his arms.

Your mouth was slightly open, motioning to the idea that you might’ve already lost breath. He shook your body in an attempt to wake you. But it’s no use.

“MC… fuck… please not like this… it’s too soon… why the hell did you have to go and be so irr—mnn…!”

Suddenly, he feels the slight warmth and softness of lips pressing against his, and a pair of hands snaking their way to his cheeks as they try to pull him in deeper.

Suddenly, his worst fears were unrealized.

You were the first to pull away, giggling playfully as you did.

“A-are you serious right now!? You could have  died! ”

“Levi, oh ye of little faith… Do you really think humans are that fragile?” You caressed his cheek, in an attempt to reassure him a little, but he only felt more heated up about the situation, and admittedly, a little flustered from the kiss you shared.

“Yes! Well… n-no… not you… I should’ve known that but— but you should’ve known to test the waters first before jumping into the water like that! Imagine if the spell didn’t work!”

“Levi, this is the spell I wanted to show you. I begged Solomon for literal weeks to teach me and help me master it. You had no idea how many times I had to grin and bear having to go to the beach with him and have him prepare picnic food.”

“I mean… look~! My hard work definitely paid off, and now I can venture with you whenever you want!”

Before he could even argue further, he began to recall the times he would gush over how much he loved the water. Admittedly, they were pretty rare instances, but the fact you even remembered it at all was heartwarming.

The soft-hearted thoughts came to a full stop when he realized…

“Wait, that means you’ve already done this with Solomon… more than once?!”

‘Curse you Solomon, you lucky bastard.’  He thought to himself.

“I mean… he’s the only guy that could teach me the spell in such a short time. I would’ve taught myself but I was a bit overwhelmed with the textbook Satan lent me.

“Why didn’t you ask Satan, then? Not that I want you spending time alone with him either…” Levi asked, mumbling the last bit so you wouldn’t hear it.

“I feel like he’s going to hold it over my head if I do. Like make me do his chores when I get back to the Devildom or help him with an Anti-Lucifer league scheme.” You shuddered at the flashbacks you had, recalling how it ended up with you being strung up by Lucifer at some point.

“Now come on! Let’s go see the ocean! Or—at least— whatever we can see here— or we can just float around, that’s fun too!” You giggled to yourself as you moved around freely, feeling the coolness of the ocean hugging you, and moving against the motions you made. It really did feel like you were floating off the ground.

Quickly, you took Levi’s hand in yours, pulling him as you made your way to the first coral reefs you saw under the waters.

Time passed, allowing you to see all kinds of colorful fishes and reefs. You believed it was luck that allowed you to see such sights, especially how it’s become a rare gem in today’s time. It was as if the universe willed this particular date for the two of you. The thought alone made you feel a bit giddy inside.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts, you turned to Levi and asked him: “So…how was today for you?”

Levi shook his head and smiled, it was as if he was trying to find the best reaction to give you. But at the end of the day, he felt dumbfounded and even more in love with you than he was before… even if he didn’t know it was possible.

He turned to you, fully awestruck. “You’re too amazing. Please don’t make me say more praise unless you want this little otaku to die of embarrassment.”

You giggled, raising your hand like you were taking an oath.

“You have my word.” You replied to him, “consider that as a thank you from me.”

Levi’s eyebrows shifted slightly in confusion “huh… but I didn't really do anything... I just followed your lead today ngl.”

“I know. But it's because of you that I got to fulfill my childhood dream to swim around in the ocean like this. It’s ten times better because I enjoyed it with you.”

He pulled away from your gaze for a moment, you were literally killing him with affection right now. A giggle escaped his lips in response, probably one of the cutest you’ve heard out of him today.

Suddenly, Levi let out a cough and his face shifted into a more serious expression.

“Can we d-do what we did a while ago? Minus m-me freaking out about you almost dying.”

“Which I didn’t,” You said matter-of-factly. Levi didn’t want to argue, nor could he if it was you. He just laughed in response.

“Which you didn’t.” He simply said. In response, you pretended to weigh your options before swimming as fast as you could.

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

Levi couldn’t help but scoff, this was a game of child’s play, and you knew it. So he gave you a little head start. He doesn’t know where this surge of pride came from, he just knew that he wanted to play into your set-to-fail plans.

He wasn’t always great with sports or running, but he was  definitely  a good swimmer when he wanted to be.

Levi felt his heart trying hard to escape from his chest. The moment he knew the distance was far enough, he made his way towards you. Levi could even feel his heart leaping bounds as you got closer.

But then… He realized, only at the last minute, that he had no clue what to do once he caught you.

Under a millisecond, his mind descended into panic mode. Right before he could think to stop, he had already collided with your body. From there, everything happened in slow motion.

There was something about the water that made how you both tumbled together embarrassing and beautiful at the same time. Perhaps, Levi thought, it was because the two of you seemed to circle around each other forming something close to the motion of a yin-yang symbol.

You were about to burst out in laughter but stopped yourself as you saw that ultra-rare expression on your lover's face, the one he’d hide because he was too shy to show how happy you made him.

The fondness in his eyes shone brightly under the dimness of the ocean. Your heart was beating crazily now, telling you to shower him with as much affection as you could in every kiss.

You obliged, feeling the world around you spin slowly as you did. It was something right out of a magical girl manga, but more. In Levi’s mind, he believed nothing could top the real thing, not even fiction.

“MC… I think I want… to kiss a little bit more…” Even in the depths of the sea, you could tell how much Levi was blushing as he sounded out his wants. The best thing about Levi was how he always expressed his desires shyly. He does his best to gather courage when he feels that he truly needs it. It was his cutest quality and because of that, you smiled.

“You can always have more because you already have all of me.”

His eyes narrowed, trying to hide his giddiness with a cringed expression. You shook your head, you could read him so well.

The two of you kiss again, feeling time and space disappear for the moment. In that moment alone, you were both one with the ocean and one with each other. Feeling what it is to love and be loved, your hearts soared infinitely, as though they were with the breeze.

[chosunhee04]

☆ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ☆

HAN JISUNG:

relationship: older brother/younger sister ship name: jisunny, hanee

how they met: they first saw each other when chan was picking the group. since they were the first two picks, they bonded fast, despite hans behavior. she was one of the few he was nice to.

LEE FELIX:

relationship: best friends! (closest friend) ship name: felunny (get it, felony), sunbok (sunblock im sorry) how they met: when they both first moved to Korea, they met in a Korean learners class. they chatted a little, but they when they met again in the JYP building, running into each other while rushing to practice, they formed a closer bond that strengthened when they joined skz.

KIM SEUNGMIN:

relationship: frenemies. ship name: seunny, minhee how they met: they both wanted to practice vocals, and forgot to rent the room. ended up having a singing competition to see who could hit the highest note (Seungmin won)

YANG JEONGIN:

relationship: older sister/younger brother ship name: jeonny, jeohee

how they met: when chan formed the group! poor them had such a hard time communicating, since he mainly spoke Korean while she was still learning it. although, they helped eachother learn the other language, creating a cute sibling dynamic

[aesthetic-bbyg]

CHIQUITITA ~ Miguel O.

Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

He’s your dads best friend, and he’s suppose to be nothing more then that, but you two can’t seem to get enough of eachother.

SMUT ~ oral (fem receiving), lots of smirking, Miguel be a lil perv nd watching the reader change, lots of flirting nd pet names!

Miguel O’hara your dads best friend, was staying with your family for a few weeks. You were already familiar with the man, he watched you grow up into the young adult you are today. He celebrated with you when you got into you’re dream college, he let you have you’re first sip of alcohol and never told you’re father, he always said that you were his favorite out of all your siblings.

The same man you’ve had around you’re whole life was also the same man you’d thought about at night when your fingers were shoved into your panties, rubbing desperately at the bundle of nerves. Miguel was the same man who stole sneaky glances at you, watching as you passed by him in a mini skirt, or eye fucking you whenever he could, all while thinking that you didn’t know.

You weren’t stupid, there was definitely a sexual tension that grew when the occasional joking comment turned a bit flirty. It was always a rush between the two of you whenever the commonly repeated words, what if someone catches us is chanted as he kisses your soft lips. Miguel was the man you’ve always dreamt of, but you knew that nobody could ever know of the actions that happened whenever you’re father was locked up in his office, working on some project.

There’s a sharp knock on your bedroom door, followed by that smooth, familiar voice you’ve grown fond of. Miguel’s tall frame caught your sight as he slowly opened the door. “Hola, chiquitita, I’m going down to the pool.” He stepped into the room already in his swim shorts, a towel and sunblock in his hand. “Do you want to come with me?”

You sat up and forgot about the phone in you’re hand, “You know I’d never turn down an offer to swim, Miggy.”

“Muy bien, then come here and help me put sunscreen on my back, mi vida.” Miguel smirked as he watched you stand from the bed.

You pulled him into your room, shutting the door and grabbing the bright bottle from his hand, you feigned a annoyed. “Siempre necesitando mi ayuda.”

Miguel chuckled as the door was shut, he didn’t protest you shutting it, he’d been waiting for a moment to be alone with you. “Well, are you gonna help me, chiquitita?” He moved close, his breath lightly caressing your neck. He always knew how to get you red as a cherry, it fed his ego whenever you cowered under his gaze.

“Turn around.”

Miguel turned around, his shirtless body always amazed you, he was a large, muscular man that liked to keep in shape. His skin was beautifully tanned, his body covered in tattoos, a few new scratches and bruises. You opened the bottle of sunscreen and gently smeared it on his muscly back, you were right where he wanted you, your touch against his skin causing him to shiver slightly. You neatly manicured fingers trailed throughout his back, making sure to get sunscreen all along his back, your hands even lingering occasionally as you subtly his massaged back.

Miguel’s breath caught in his throat, he resisted letting out a groan, your lingering fingers made his body tingle. The manicured hands that he paid for running up and down him made him squirm. He was powerless to your touch, even with all the muscles, his mind racing to imagine other scenarios. The smell of sunscreen filled the room as Miguel closed his eyes, forcing himself to not ask you to keep touching him. You could feel him tense up when you pulled your hands away, rubbing the access sunscreen on your arms.

“I need change into my bathing suit, but you’re returning the favor and helping me put on sunscreen too okay?” You pointed a finger at him as he turned around, smirking like a smug little shit.

“Buenos pues, chiquitita.” Miguel chuckled, trying to hide just how much your touch turned him on. “Gracias, by the way.“ he stepped out the room, but you left the door wide open, honestly not caring if he watched or not. He waited just outside, though from the angle he was standing at a mirror reflected all the was going on inside. He kept an eye on your as you undressed and put on the skimpy bikini, you knew what you were doing. His eyes glued to you in the reflection, his focus mainly on your body as you tied on the bikini top, tits beautiful displayed. When you finally came out of the room, he straightens up his posture and whistled. “You look good in that, chiquitita.”

You let out soft giggles, twirling swiftly to give him a full view, “Gracias, no soy la niñita que era.” You held out the bottle, a smirk on your face.

Miguel chuckled as he took the sunscreen from your hands and started applying it to your body.“No, you aren’t little anymore. You’re a woman that I’ve watched grow up, but you’ll always be mi hermosa chiquitita.” He was careful and gentle, making sure to take his time with it. The mix between his words and the movement of his hands made you flustered. Miguel knew what he was doing. Once he finally finished applying the sunscreen he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Let’s go to the pool. We’ve already spent too much time inside.” He allowed you to step front of him, “Las chiquititas primero.”

You chuckled softly, “Gracias, papi.”

Miguel smirked but didn’t acknowledge the remark. Instead, he just laughed as he trailed behind you, your bikini accentuating your body. His eyes fell on your ass, you confident strides down the hallway and stairs making him hold back on reaching over to grab it. You could feel his eyes and it only made you smirk. “Enjoying the view, Miggy?”

Miguel laughed softly, his face flush. “How do you know it’s you that has me distracted?” Miguel shrugged as you opened the sliding door, his mind racing when you continued to walk in front of him.

“Don’t think I don’t see where your eyes are looking, plus you’ve got a little drool just right there.” You teased, pointing at the corner of his mouth with a smile. You put down the towel and sunglasses on one of the chaise lounge chairs.

He looked down at the pool and back at you, hiding his smile, he didn’t want to admit that you were completely right. He opted on teasing you back, “Little diablita. If you keep teasing me like that, I’ll have to do something about it.”

“Oh yeah, and what would that be.” You challenged, walking closer to him as you smirked.

Miguel copied the smirk on your lips, looking down at them, so plump and pink just for him. “Would it be wrong for me to kiss that smartass, teasing mouth of yours chiquitita?”Miguel moved closer, closing the little space between the two of you.

“Only if ya get caught, papi.”

Miguel’s smirk widened. He looked down at your face for a second, deciding whether he should care if he gets caught or not. He moved his head to your ear and whispered, knowing it was one of your weaknesses. “Well maybe I don’t care about getting caught right now.” Miguel’s breath was warm against you as his free hand gently pulling you towards him.

You grinned, he was right on the edge of the pool, in the perfect position, your hands were planted on his muscly chest. You had an idea. “Oh yeah?” Before he could come up with another teasing reposen you pushed his body and watched as he fell into the water, a splash of water followed after.

Miguel went from smug and proud, to confused and shocked in a matter of seconds. As he fell into the pool he hissed, cold water quickly soaking his body. You could see his annoyed expression when his head popped up from the water. “Maldita sea!” His face dripping in water, he turned to you as your giggling filled his ears. “Estas loca.” He chuckled, admiring you despite you’re cruel actions.

“Loosen up, papi, nomas es un poco de agua.” You made your way towards the steps of the pool, slowly dipping in one foot at a time. You understood why Miguel got so agitated, the water wasn’t the warmest, it made goosebumps spread throughout your body. Nonetheless you continued on in. You looked towards Miguel you watched your figure as the water reached your waist. His eyes trailed up to your hardened nipples that poked through the fabric of the bikini top.

You’d began to shiver, Miguel sighed and resisted the urge to hold you close. He looked down at your goosebump covered body as you made your way towards him. You reached a hand out towards him, attempting to conceal the slight tremble in your lip from the cold. Miguel took your hand and chuckled, kissing your knuckles. “Tienes frío?”

You nodded, “Y tu no?”

“You’ll get use to it, chiquitita.” You huffed and pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, you hands coming up to grip his shoulders. Miguel’s eyes widened at your sudden action, it wasn’t what he expected, but he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest, he’d already melted at your touch and went back to o being smug. He wrapped his arm around you, the other one going down to grip your ass he’d been so desperately wanting to squeeze. His mind racing with so many thoughts. “What if someone sees us like this?”

“What happened to not caring if we get caught, hmm?” You smirked, leaning your head back and allowed the water to soak up into your hair, your neck exposed to his wandering eyes.

Miguel chuckled as you leaned back, his lips brushing against your neck briefly. “Well if we continue like this then we’re going to get caught doing more then just being in each others arms.“ He teased your ear with his hot breath, his arms still wrapped around your body. He was feeling bold and decided to press his bulge against your clothed core.

You gasp softly, the grip on his shoulders tightening, you rose your head back up and looked at him. “You’re so hot, y’know that, papi?

Miguel’s muscles tensed up again as he felt your grip tighten on his shoulders, smug smirk painted on his lips. “Gracias, chiquitita.” he chuckled, “You’re pretty hot yourself.”

His eyes were looking at you intensely, not being able to look away. They were locked on your lips, your body, every part of you had Miguel feeling things he was never ready for. You could see it in his fierce eyes, the way his bit his lip, the way he squeezed the soft flesh of your ass.

“Bésame, Miggy.” You wanted to sound confident, like you had control, but the way the fraise left your lips was like a plead. “I know you want to.”

Miguel’s face was flushed and his heart was pounding out of his chest. Hearing you say those words, he couldn’t say no. He wanted to kiss you, he wanted to drown in your lips. He wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything before. He knew it was wrong, it was filthy kissing the daughter of his longest friends, but it felt so good to have you in his arms. He smiled softly, pulling you closer to him, if it was even possible. Miguel’s lips gently touched yours, kissing you passionately. The water around you seemed to have warmed up suddenly, you no longer shivered but instead basked in the warmth. Your wet hand cupped his face as you leaned your head to the side, deepening the messy kiss, tongues intertwined in a battle for dominance.

Miguel was in a haze with your lips pressed against his, he was losing himself, every other thought leaving his mind except you. He felt your wet fingers running through his hair, tugging occasionally as you let out sweet sounds.

“I have a feeling that we’re going to end up doing more then just swimming today, papi.” You smirked teasingly, pulling away from the kiss, watching as a single string of salvia connected your lips. Miguel chuckled, biting his lip as his heart still pounded from the kiss. You were right, he already knew what else both of you would do and he knew would be dirty. It consumed his mind, the thought of your head stuffed into a pillow as he pounded from behind made the boner in his shorts so much more painful.

The pulled away from his arms, extending out your legs to swim across the pool. Dunked your head, letting your face meet the cool, chlorine filled water. You turned and caught Miguel looking at you, a smile on his face. “Are you going to make me chase you chiquitita?” He smirked. “Cause that is a game you won’t win.”You squealed as his quick figure swam towards, trapping you in the deep end of the pool, the part where not even the tip of your toes could reach. His strong arms reached to grip your waist, keeping you up, you huffed and rolled your eyes. “Gotcha, now, chiquitita.”

“That wasn’t a fair fight, Miggy, let me go.” You whined, pushing at his chest, though you knew that Miguel wouldn’t budge.

“If I let you go you’ll drown, this is the six foot part of the pool.” Miguel smirked, knowing that he had you trapped and wouldn’t release you no matter how much you begged.

“I can swim.”

“Doggy paddling across the pool isn’t enough proof that you survive this deep.” He remarked, raising a brow as you rolled your eyes. “Drop the attitude, chiquitita.”

“Or what?”

Miguel pushed your bodies to the end of the pool, he propped you up on the ledge, your wet bottom soaking into concrete. You looked down, nervously watching as he pried your legs open, his face right where you always wanted him to be. “So quiet now, aren’t you diablita?”

You perched an eyebrow up, swallowing the lump in your throat, “Not afraid of getting caught, huh, Miggy?”

“I believe you should be the one that’s scared of being caught, Chiquitita, I mean look at you. Spreading your legs desperately like a dirty whore for your dads bestfriend?” Miguel smirked, shaking his disapprovingly, “I’ll have you begging me to eat this pretty cunt.”

You were far too stubborn to give in, “Why would I have to beg when I know you want to, you’re dying for it, aren’t you, papi?”

He let out a low chuckle, you weren’t sure if you were suppose to be terrified or relieved, either way, you were getting water by the moment and need something. Anything. “You caught me, chiquitita, but it doesn’t mean I’ll give in so easily. Even if I’m ‘dying’ for it.”

You let out an annoyed sigh, throwing your bed back as you heard Miguel’s chest vibrate in laughter at your antics. “Eres tan enfadoso, sabias? I might just have to leave and go fuck my fingers into this cunt since you’re being such an asshole about this.”

“Frustrated aren’t we?” Miguel rested his hands on you’re thighs, spreading them apart further to get a view of your pussy, despite it being covered by your floral bathing suit bottom. “You fuck yourself thinkin’ of me?”

You rested against one hand, behind you, the other one creeped towards you bottoms. “Mhmm, since such a whore I fuck myself nearly every night, imaging it was your cock.” He watched as you lowered your hand, you’re fingers teasing your clit for a few moments before it began to pump in and out of your wet hole. “Just like this.”

Miguel had to force back a moan, watching you writhe, him such inches away from you as your eyes such in pleasure. “Do you call out my name?”

“Fuck, yes—Miguel, yes.” As you moaned out his name he suddenly reached for your wrist, tightly squeezing it as an uncontrollable desire burned in his dark pupils.

“Enough.” He growled, forcing you to drag your fingers out of you, a quiet huff passing your lips. “It’s my turn, chiquitita.” His senses were fogged up with lust, he could feel his mouth watering already as he pushed the fabric of your bikini bottom to the side. The sight of your dripping pussy practically called his name, he glanced up at you awaiting approval.

“Por favor, papi.” You whined, lifting a hand to run through his wet hair, it didn’t take a him a second to dive in. His pink tongue already out and licking at your clit teasingly before his pretty lips sucked on it. He was getting pussy drunk at the taste of your juices, eating you out like a mad man. His hands coming up to hook around your thighs and squeeze them, also making sure that they were kept apart.

“Fucking hell, chiquitita, you taste so good.” He grumbled, the muffled vibrations of his voice barley processing in your brain as you let out a pathetic whine in response. “No boy can ever eat this cunt like I can.” You tugged in his hair tighter, eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung open. Miguel never removed his eyes off you, it was the part of his face you could see, his nose bumped into your clit while his tongue worked wonders, insetting itself into your dripping hole.

The sounds were filthy, you could hear a continuous squelch of your wet cunt already enough to expose you if anyone came home. If that wasn’t loud, then maybe your moans would definitely alert a neighbor or two. Yet, you couldn’t seem to focus on anything else then the piercing brown eyes that gazed up at you, so soft and loving despite his dirty actions. His mouth pushing more and more to the edge, your breathing was quick, someone could’ve assumed that you’d just ran a mile but it was just because of Miguel O’hara’s mouth.

“Asi, asi!” You moaned out, legs beginning to tighten around his head, you eyes breaking away from his as you threw your hand back once more. Your hips began to grind against his face, he chuckled at your desperation, the vibrations of the noise enough to make you cum. “Fuck, Miguel!” You let out one last, pornographic moan before you spilled into his inviting mouth, you twitched as he licked you up, making sure to get every last drop you had to offer before he pulled away. His whole chinned drenched in your cum and arousal, it made you blush, but he only smirked. He wiped it away with the back of his veiny hand before he leaned up to kiss you, his tongue tasted of you.

“Estas bien, chiquitita?” He muttered softly, pulling away from the kiss and trialing them down your from your cheek, to your jaw and then to your neck. You hummed in response, twisting the dark curls around your finger as pulled back to look at you. It was his favorite thing to do, especially after you came. You eyelids half open, a doopy smile unconsciously stretching on your lips, and how soft your voice was.

The sound of the sliding door opening caused you to jump, Miguel suddenly sinking himself into the water and sailing to the opposite side of the pool. Your father walked into the yard, a big grin on his face. “Mi amor, what are you doing out here?”

“Uh..j-just trying to get a tan.” You stuttered out, subtly adjusting your bottom as you stared up at your dad innocently.

“Be sure to wear lots of sunscreen, you don’t want to end up like me, old and wrinkly.” He let out a chuckle, glancing over at his best friend who was mindlessly swimming around, completely ignoring what just occurred moments ago. “Miguel, cómo está la alberca?”

“Perfecta.” Miguel replied, “We still on for that cookout tonight?”

“You know it, I actually just got back from el super y agarre la carne.” Your father was so clueless, you almost pitied him for be so blind of the tension between you two. “Be ready by six, mija, todas tus tías vienen a verte.”

You gave him a bright smile, nodding in response as he walked back into the home, sliding the door shut behind him. Your eyes drifted back to Miguel who’s already began to exit the pool, his toned body dripping of the chlorinated water. His pushed away the strands of hair that covered his eyes before reaching for his red and blue towel. It made you squeeze your legs together, a new wave of arousal hitting you once more. He came towards you, a bright pink towel in his hand and a smug smirk on his face.

As you stood he draped the material onto your shoulders, let it protect you from the slight breeze that blew over the city. “Gracias.” You mumbled, quietly walking back inside but before you could place a hand on the door handle Miguel gripped your elbow.

His tall figure leaned down, hot breath grazing over the shell of your ear. “If you ever need me to fuck your pretty pussy when your fingers can’t satisfy you, give me a call chiquitita.” He placed a kiss on your cheek, leaving you to process his words.

authors note: MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN😍😍😍😍 btw I was too lazy to do the translation IM SORRY I love y’all tho🫶🏼

[thefemmeprince]

HC: riddle rosehearts sunburns really easily

like, really easily. he turns super red if he doesn't sunblock.

but one time, when he was little, he accidentally forgot to pack sunblock on a beach vacation. his mother refused to buy him sunblock or aloe vera to teach him a lesson, and riddle was sore for a week after

riddle now is sensitive to the heat, both physically and emotionally. will probably cry if it gets too hot

[sili-redwing]

this image was made like. months ago. but i THINK forgot to post it here oops. if i didnt then yippee me, but if i did forget,,, have some MASM art. masm sunchips my beloved. family bonding !! teachin the kiddos how to bake

im very fond of the idea of them being a family. sunblock accidentally became the stepdad to bm & lunar (he is more than happy to be there)

[xuterboo]

Incident on the beach

«Satan applies sunscreen heavily to keep his skin pale»

«Belphegor lies on a chaise lounge, under an umbrella. With sunglasses and comfort. Beleth arranges a place for him»

Beleth: Phew, I'm done

Sitri: Oh, you'll burn if you don't wear sunblock. It harms the skin. Here

«Sitri gives him a whole tube»

Beleth: Um.. thanks, but–

Belphegor: Leave him alone. Applying cream all over your body is tiring. He doesn't need it

Sitri: But there's a lot of sun here. He'll be hurt later

Belphegor: I won't repeat it twice...

Sitri: In that case, I'll anoint it myself

«Squeezing out a little, Sitri quickly passes her hand over Beleth's face, but he managed to move away, and Sitri touched his hand»

Beleth: Sitri, No need. I'm fine as is

Sitri: But–

Beleth: I'm fine

Sitri: Oh, okay. Sorry, I wanted the best, but I got carried away

«Everyone forgot about it and Belef didn’t wash off his sunscreen»

«That same evening, Baleth in front of the mirror with most of her tanned skin and a small patch of pale skin on her arm, face and neck»

Beleth: ....

Beleth: Fuck

The circumstances are a little strange, but how to explain such an uneven tan¿

[dollsofthewest]

AG Cowgirl Outfits

Following in the footsteps of @enby-dollhouse and @doll-collecting-aerialist, who did posts on the variety of ballerina and tennis outfits respectively, I wanted to do my take on a section of AG outfits I love: cowgirls! Saddle up and let's head out!

Rootin', Tootin' Cowgirl (1998)

Okay, so maybe this is the outfit that inspired me to do this post in the first place. This is adorable. It's rootin'. It's tootin'. I love the bright blue color. It's advertised as a Halloween costume, but doubles just fine as a fancy rodeo outfit. I do like the idea that you can be the sheriff, or the bandit, or both at the same time! And lest we forget to mention that black cat trick-r-treat bucket!!

Molly's Dude Ranch Outfit (2004)

Is anybody doing it like Miss Molly? This outfit was not connected with any book but released as part of a "Summer Fun" collection. I like to imagine Molly went to a dude ranch near Yellowstone National Park, or maybe somewhere along her Route 66 Adventure. It's cute and pretty authentic to rodeo shows. Also, look at her little canteen!

Nicki's Ranch Outfit (2007)

Most cowgirls don't wear the fancy rodeo costumes like a lot of people think: those are for the shows and fairs! During her daily work, Nicki wears her own pink version of modern jeans, chaps, and boots. And of course her staw hat to protect her from the sun.

Rustic Ranch Outfit (2008)

Another practical outfit; it may look impractical to wear a skirt but I've seen girls who prefer it, if they are riding side-saddle. The vest is kind've plain, but it comes with a horse-themed scrapbook and a (faux) leather Western Hat.

Western Riding Outfit (2010)

Definitely a casual pick for our cowgirl. Fit for farm or school, everybody knows exactly what animal is this American Girl's favorite. Like Nicki, this girl wears a straw hat, but she'll need sunblock if she's going to ride all day with those short sleeves and skirt!

Western Plaid Outfit (2014)

I like to think of this as Abercrombie Horse Girl. I'm not sure how practical that dress is for horse riding, and I'm a bit worried about those loose band around her boots. Still, this girl has something not previously seen, even with Nicki, and that's the very important helmet! Always wear a helmet while horse riding!!

Pretty Pink Riding Outfit (2014)

Sold at the same time as the previous one, so you could choose which outfit you wanted with your life-saving helmet. This girl is wearing what I liked to call Gucci Horse Girl.

Blue-Ribbon Riding Outfit (1998)

I forgot this one so I'm adding it here to show you what I would consider an Ideal Horse Riding outfit. Helmet: check! Proper boots: check! The coat even comes with functional pockets and inner thigh padding. She certainly gets the blue ribbon from me for best dressed!

Maryellen's Cowgirl Outfit (2022)

Ah, a return to classics! This is about as stereotypical "cowgirl" as you can get. As far as I'm aware, this is meant to be her Halloween costume, which tracks with how popular cowgirls & cowboys were during the 1950s. Lookin' cute, Miss Maryellen!

Lila's Horseback Riding Outfit (2024)

I think when Glen Campbell sang "Rhinestone Cowboy" he wasn't talking about this. Still, maybe this is what horse girls these days wear? It's a shame to see a modern girl without a helmet, but you can't deny this fits Miss Lila's style to a tee!

What is your favorite AG cowgirl/horse-riding outfit? What would you like to see made in the future?

[bandgie]

Can you make smut of Clayton from Tarzan (From 1999 ofc)? He’s so hot OML I need him so badly

MDNI18+ | fem!reader, age gap, pussy play, PIV, no protection, cumming inside, manhandling, ass slap (once), light choking, gun mention in the beginning, terms like 'old cock' & 'young pussy', reader says it hurts once

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There’s absolutely no reason for you to be attracted to him. He’s rude, arrogant…older. So much older than you that you can see the streaks of gray on the sides of his head. Had you never gone on this trip for your university project, you would have never met him. You would have never felt the way you’re feeling right now. 

And gosh, you’re feeling it.

Mr. Clayton’s busy shining his gun. With a soft rag, he runs the material up and down the barrel. He gets to the muzzle, dipping his fingers deeply where the bullets come out. You can’t help but stare at his fat digits fingering the muzzle. In and out, in and out. Your stomach dips, and a small whimper leaves your lips. 

“I’m sorry?”

“Huh?” You turn your head to Jane. She’s staring at you with her bright, green eyes. Jane is nice, polite. The only girl here other than yourself. She tilts her head to the side, “I thought you said something.”

You nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your head. “Oh no. I was just clearing my throat.” Jane makes an ‘o’ shape with her pink lips and nods. You dust your hands on your shorts, standing. As much as you love watching Mr. Clayton getting touchy with his rifle, it’s probably better for you to be somewhere where you won’t moan out loud.

“I think I’m gonna head towards camp. Need to reapply sunblock and all that.” You wave Jane goodbye and give Clayton one last glance before you make your way. 

Camp is a little walk from where you were with Jane. The Professor, Mr. Porter, stressed the importance of setting up your studies and research in a different location. We don’t want to make the natives here uncomfortable with all of our tools. He had said. But it won’t be too far! 

However, you think Professor Porter must have changed the location because you can’t find where it last was. You forgot which way the sun came up and being surrounded by trees and bushes makes it seem as if you’re walking in circles. Rather than getting more lost, you turn around, going back from the way you came.

Only you don’t find the research location. You don’t see the red of Jane’s hair, but the green of leaves instead. Panic begins to set in. It creeps up your spine and takes hold of your heart, but you keep the fear at bay. 

There’s still light out, you’ll be fine. You nod to yourself, running a stressed hand through your hair. You’re right, you just need to calm down. Freaking out won’t help and aimlessly wandering won’t either. You put your back against a tree, opting to stay in one place until they notice you’ve been gone and find you. There’s no way you’re that far from them, they'll find you soon enough. 

But the sun moves quicker than you thought. The sounds of nature bring you more terror than peace as the sky darkens. It’s gotten cold, and your only light source is the stars and moon. You wrap your arms around your body to conserve heat, trying your best not to cry. Deep breaths. Just take deep breaths. You’re in the middle of doing your breathing exercises when you hear something move in the bushes.

Your head snaps up, eyes wide as you try and make sense of the dark scene in front of you. It’s hard to see anything five feet away, but it’s hard to miss the rustle of leaves and the sounds of heavy footsteps. Mr. Clayton had warned you of apes. Beasts that tear open humans with a mere hand. Professor Porter had told you not to worry about such animals, they’re harmless most of the time, but Clayton’s warnings ring in your ear as you stare at the dark silhouette.

Rather than an ape, it’s Mr. Clayton emerging instead. He steps into the moonlight, his hard features seeming sharper from the shadows. He looks stressed, angry, but when his eyes meet your terrified ones, relieved. 

“Jesus fucking christ! We’ve got the whole camp looking for you! Do you know how long I’ve been walking around this fucking jungle?”

You mean to say something, anything, but you can’t help the sob that erupts from your throat at the sight of him. 

He stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes and resuming his steps. He swoops you in his arms, letting you get snot and tears on his chest while you gasp out thank you’s and I'm sorry's.

“And you’re a crybaby. Just my luck.”

-

Everyone was bombarding you when you arrived at camp in Mr. Clayton’s arms. Where were you? How did you get lost? Are you hurt? Professor Porter had to calm everyone down, telling them that you must be hungry and tired. And you were. Your stomach was growling and you nearly ate Jane’s leftovers once you were back in your tents. 

“Oh my! Do you want me to get another serving?” Jane innocently questioned, but you shook your head. “No, thanks. I think I’ll explode if I take another bite.” You both giggle, setting the empty plates down. The atmosphere suddenly grows serious, a little tense that you wiggle on your sleeping bag. 

“He was really worried, you know,” she says suddenly. Her eyes pierce through yours, making you shiver. “Who? Professor Porter?”

She shakes her head, “My. Clayton.”

Oh. You blink. “He was?” Jane nods, “He was running around the area like a madman. Asking if anyone’s seen you at all. I think it was just because no one’s ever gotten lost on his watch. It looked like his veins were gonna burst.”

Jane is shaking her head in disapproval, but you’re in disbelief. You’ve hardly spoken to him, and even though logically anyone would have been worried, you can’t help the warm feeling bubbling in your stomach. 

“He uh…he was worried?”

Jane shrugs, “I wouldn’t say worried. More like his ego got hurt or something. I can’t see that man caring about anything but himself.” Granted, a lot of people don’t like Mr. Clayton’s rough personality, but you’re still surprised to hear someone so open about their dislike. You play with the loose threads of your sleeping bag, “I don’t think he’s too bad.”

You regret those words as soon as you say them. Jane’s eyes widen and you can see her smile forming from the little lantern in the tent. “Shut up! You like him?!”

“No!” But you said it too quickly, too eagerly that it only makes her smile widen. “I don’t.” You’re still persistent. “I just…he saved me and whatever! I can’t hate him after that.”

Jane nods, but she’s still grinning. “Riiight.” She chuckles at your blushing face. “You know, I heard he stays up late in his tent. Alone. He might want to know how grateful you are to him.” You roll your eyes at her, shaking your head, but the idea isn’t too bad. There’s nothing wrong with saying thank you without crying. 

You clear your throat, “That’s a stupid idea.”

“It is.” “And he’ll most likely yell at me for leaving my tent this late.” “He might.”

You look around the tent, mind racing with different scenarios of what could happen if you went to Mr. Clayton. 

With a resolution, you gather the empty plates and kneel-walk to the zipper entrance. “I’m gonna put these back. Don’t wait up on me.”

The last things you hear are Jane’s laughter and a quiet go-get-'em tiger!

-

Mr. Clayton’s tent is further than the rest of the camps. His weapons are a hazard, so Professor Porter thought it would have been better for him to sleep further away from curious hands. Clayton seems to hardly mind the fact that he’s isolated, he lavishes on it really. 

His self-care time is up though as you get closer to his tent, without getting lost of course. There’s nowhere to knock, so you awkwardly clear your throat right in front of the entrance. “Uh…Mr. Clayton?”

You can hear him rustling in the tent, steps getting closer. A large hand breaks through the cloth and pushes it to the side until you’re faced with his chest. He’s wearing a white tank top, the peak of his chest hair curling at the top. His arms widen as he crosses them over his chest, looking down at your much smaller form. 

“Oh…little wanderer. Did you get lost again?”

Something in your curls. Heat flushes your cheeks and your legs tremble. “I…” you nervously laugh. “No. I just um, wanted to thank you…without crying this time.”

His lips pull back into a smile, almost threateningly. A soft chuckle vibrates from his chest, “I’m your guide. It’s my job to keep you guys safe.” He eyes you curiously, dangerously. Something foreign flicks in them, but he clears his throat. “But thank you. I don’t suppose you risked getting lost just to thank little ‘ol me?”

You laugh, “A risk I was willing to take.”

The air grows thick, a tense layer over the atmosphere that nearly makes you whine from the sheer feeling. Mr. Clayton smirks, as if sensing the shift that leaves you melting. 

“Want to come in? I could give you a few tips on how to not get lost.” His teeth gleam in the moonlight, and you find yourself aimlessly nodding. He pulls the curtain back more for you to fit. A part of you expected to collapse the moment you took the first few steps, but you don’t. The first wave of arousal hits you as you enter his space. Clayton’s tent is filled with the scent of him, dominating and possessive. Your skin grows sensitive, so much so that you whimper when he puts his hand on your lower back to guide you further in.

“It might look a little scary in here at first, but I promise my things don’t bite.” Clayton puts both his hands on the dips of your hips. There’s nothing more you want to do than push back, to feel his large body encompass yours. To have his hands travel forward, to touch and grope your flesh until you're begging for something more. But he doesn't, either too focused on his objects or keeping himself in control. 

You gasp when he squeezes your hips. A silent plea, an invitation he wants you to take. 

“What if…” you can feel your heart racing. “What if I want them to bite?”

A low vibration comes from his chest that makes you whimper. Clayton finally pulls you closer to him until your back is fully nestled into his front, letting you get a feel of something rather large grinding against your ass. He uses a thick hand to tilt your head up, forcing you to look into his aroused eyes. 

“Do you know what you’re asking from me, wanderer?” Clayton sounds gruff, murmuring. His lips are so close to your own. You open your mouth to answer, but his grip on your throat tightens so you nod. 

It’s all he needs to close the gap between you two. His lips are rough and dominating. There’s a sense of urgency on the tongue he eagerly slides into your mouth. You take it. You take his bruising grip, the possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. Your hands reach back, trying to grip his hands, his hair, anything. You’ve waited so long for this, for him. If it wasn’t for Mr. Clayton holding you, your legs would have given out. 

He pulls away with a groan, walking you to his table before bending you over it. A hand knots itself in your hair as your cheek is pressed against the wooden material. Your heart thuds in your chest, legs shaking as Mr. Clayton’s free hand massages the flesh of your arse.

“This ass. I don’t think you understand how much I love looking at this fucking thing.” Clayton squeezes the plumpness, earning a whine from your lips. 

“Harder,” you moan, wiggling your hips. “Touch me harder.”

An amused scoff comes from behind you. Clayton opts to completely remove your bottoms and underwear, watching the string of arousal that connects to it. He takes a sharp breath at the sight of your bare cunt swollen and leaky. His fingers react before his mind does to feel how wet you are. You mewl, getting on your tippy toes so he can have more access.

Clayton laughs, “God, fuck. Look at how wet this pussy is. You’re giving it up this easy for an old man like me? You’re really a slut, aren’t you?”

You try and shake your head against his grip, but to no avail. “You’re not old. Not at all. I…I never do this type of thing. I…I just want you.” Mr. Clayton hums, “Want me? How?”

Of course he’s going to make you say it. “In me. Wanna feel your cock in my pussy. I’m so wet, can’t you feel it? Mr. Clayton, I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me.” You’re restless now. Wiggling your hips pathetically to have a finger slip in. He lets you hump his hand for mere seconds before pulling away. You whine, opening your mouth enough for him to slip his other fingers into your mouth. It subdues you, sucking and licking on his salty digits.

A grin appears on his face. “You don’t do this? Seems like a dirty lie to me. Look at you, trying to fuck yourself on my hand and sucking my fingers like a cock. Tell me the truth, wanderer. You are a slut.”

You whimper against his fingers, but the excitement quickly replaces the embarrassment. The sound of a zipper and the ruffling of clothes has you anticipating. You moan and suck on Clayton’s digits harder. Drool seeps from the corner of your mouth onto your cheek, leaving a mess. 

Finally, you feel it. The hot, thick flesh bumping on your pussy. He feels huge, the tip easily covers your clit. Clayton rocks his hips against you, letting your bodies grind with a grip on your hip. You feel him lean his weight down on you, the pressure against your body adds to the pleasure.

“You feel that, wanderer? Feel that dick on your pussy?” You nod, you whine, you moan. It’s so close to the place you need him most. Truthfully, you could cum from the pussy play, but you want to cream with his cock in you. 

“I feel it. Please, Mr. Clayton. Please,” you’re desperate. A part of you thinks he’ll laugh again, but he groans. Clayton straightens and adjusts his grip until one hand is on your waist and the other holds the base of his cock. Slowly, he drags his tip upwards until it catches your entrance. The excitement gets the best of you, cunt clenching so hard before he puts it in that he can’t even fit his tip. 

“Fuck! Don’t tighten up like that,” Clayton lands a hand on your ass. You yelp from the impact, lurching forward and whimpering apologies. You relax your muscles, trying your best to stay still until the first feeling of pressure overcomes you. You welcome it, widening your legs and moaning as he slides in. It far from hurts, far from feeling even slightly uncomfortable. You've wanted this moment since you first arrived at this shit jungle, since you laid eyes on Mr. Clayton. 

The stretch is so pleasurable that you think you’ll cum already. He said not to squeeze so much, but you truly can’t help the pulsing of your walls the moment he’s fully seated in you.

“ ‘m cumming. Mr. Clayton, you’re making me cum.” 

Now he laughs. “I could tell. Got so much cream on my cock already.” You didn’t think he would give you a second to process your orgasm but still let out a surprised squeal when he pulls nearly all the way out and slams back in. Your cheek slides against the desk as he does it again and again, pulling out enough so he can see the white strings of your arousal on his pelvis. It’s an addicting sight: the bouncing of your hips, the opening of your cunt, and the little pucker of your ass. 

Clayton moans, a deep sound that makes you whimper in reply. He’s feeling good. He’s feeling good because of you. The fact does things to your mind and you wish you could see his face screwed up in pleasure. Yet, there’s a weird sense of arousal not being able to see him. He can pound into as fast and hard as he wants, he can touch any part of you without you knowing which part is next. It fills you with pleasure knowing your body is at his whim, and that alone can make you finish again. 

“Shit. Haven’t had young pussy in so long. You know how good you feel on my cock?” He slips his hand from your hip to your clit. “Shit, a little slut like you probably knows. You like my old cock, huh?”

You can’t even answer if you wanted to. His fingers are like magic on your cunt. Clayton is superb at multitasking, easily rubbing his rough fingers on your sensitive clit while maintaining a ruthless pace. You clench around him repeatedly, enough until he pinches your clit in defiance. 

“Mmm- Mr. Clayton! That- oh fuck- that hurts.” You all but whine into the desk. Clayton uses two digits to have you slide against while he pounds into you. It’s unbearable, it makes you want to scream with overwhelming pleasure. Still, you take it. He hears how your whines turn into mewls. The pliant state you’re in makes his cock twitch.

“Hurts? Don’t lie, wanderer. Sluts like you always take what’s given to them.” You whimper in reply, trying to dig further into the table as if it will help with the immense pleasure. 

“God, fuck. I’mma cum in you. Fill your young pussy up with my cum. You want it?”

Tears prick your eyes, happy tears. What a dream it is, to have Mr. Clayton fuck you raw, but to finish inside you? You never want to wake up. “So bad,” you babble. “So, so, so bad. Please cum in my young pussy. I want it.”

Clayton groans, steading both his hands on your hips so he can properly chase his impending orgasm. “Why? Tell me why.”

“Because I’m a slut. I’m such a slut. Please fuck me with your old cock, sir.”

That does it for him. Hot ropes of arousal shoot into your cunt. It fills you easily, little bits seeping from your cunt from the sheer amount. You gasp and moan, feeling how Mr. Clayton fucks his cum deeper into you while riding out his high. His shallow thrusts feel good in your abused pussy and you gladly let him use you to his fill.

The slide out makes both of you moan. A slick pop is soon followed by the oozing of cum down your thigh. Your upper body completely relaxes on the table while your legs tremble from keeping you upright. Clayton has yet to take his hands off you. His harsh grip turns soft as he tries to steady his breathing. 

He looks down at you, your shirt slightly up so he can see your lower back. His thumb grazes the skin there and you shiver. 

He smiles. Hopefully, your tent-mate won’t mind you spending the night elsewhere.

[im14andivebeen14foramonth]

do you mayhaps have any two-bit hcs?? :D (also hi i hope you’ve had a good day!!! ^^)

omg there's no way I forgot this was in my ask box for this long 😭😭 that's my bad bro (and I hope you've had a good day too :DD)

but yes ofc!! two-bit mathews you are so underrated and I love you with my whole heart mwuah

- bro sunburns SO easily, the second summer hits his face is red (darry tries to get him to put sunblock on all the time but two-bit refuses because he likes being a little shit and frustrate darry)

- two-bit definitely ate dirt growing up multiple times and now he has the immune system of a god. cold and flu season comes around and wipes out the rest of the gang and two-bits the only one left standing. he likes to play nurse for the gang tho and make them soup and shit (but ofc it's two-bit so trust that he's going to being annoying the gang the whole time)

- never refuses a tea party with his little sister. you WILL catch this man with a tiara on and cramped onto a little kids plastic chair

- practically pony and johnnys resident chauffer, he likes taking them out to get food after school

- speaking of school, two-bit is having a BLAST. he's standing outside ponys classroom door making faces and trying to get pony to laugh, and sometimes he tries to get pony sent out into the hall or smthn cuz hes bored and wants someone to hang out with

- and when him and dally (let's pretend dally cares enough to go to school) are together it is a NIGHTMARE. theyre definitely sitting in the back of the class fucking around the whole time, theyre picking each other for every single project and then two-bit tries to improv it when it's time to present bc they didn't actually do it, he's lurking outside of the school outside dallys classroom window and making him laugh and hiding in the bushes whenever the teacher looks over

- he's also a master of sneaking out of school, and he does try to sneak all of his friends out the (first story) windows of their classes

- absolutely raiding the school vending machine, he's getting a shit ton of snacks and then pushing and tipping the machine until more come out. if you're behind him in line at a vending machine just walk away bc there will not be a crumb left when he's done

- he's also the kid having an entire feast in the back of class. he got sent to the principal one time for pulling out a rotisserie chicken and going ham on it mid lesson

- his hair is fluffyyyy under all that grease

- the type to show up to his partners house in the middle of the night and throw pebbles at their window until they open it (for marbit, marcia thinks it's cute. for darbit, darrys ready to rip two-bits head off because "the door is literally always unlocked two-bit and my room is on the first floor anyway, I stg if you break my goddamn window-")

- he makes absolutely diabolic food combinations

- "hey do you guys dare me to do *insert something really fucking stupid* "no, two-bit. please do not do that." "welp since you dared me I guess I gotta!"

- he's silly and an obnoxious joker but he can actually be super mature, and he will enter responsible big brother mode in a heart beat (like how he offered to stay with pony the day after the fire and how he checked ponys forehead when he looked sick)

- he loves the arcade and he's a god at ski ball, though it doesn't matter because he's stealing ever single ticket he sees anyway

- on a similar note BEWARE of this man if you do bumper carts with him. he's on a mission to wreck everyone's shit and the gang all start trying to get the hell out of there when they hear his evil laugh getting closer and closer

- absolutely amazing at character voice impressions, specifically mickey, donald and goofy. he always does impressions to try and cheer up sad pony

-very enthusiastic nacho enjoyer

[simplydannie]

@kais-va no angst as you asked lol this is one I did awhile ago but forgot to post it! (I scrolled through my account and I swear I didn’t see this one anywhere!)

The twins have been doing community service under the watchful eye of the Trolls. This time their service takes them to Vacay Island where a day off means a day in the sun… unfortunately, for Vennie, that’s doesn’t turn out so great.

It was really bright and really sunny day on Vacay Island. On top of that, it was very busy. Tourists have been swarming in left and right; tourists of all species.

On the beach near the water were 3 figures: two tall with green hair and pale skin, one little purple one no bigger than a tennis ball. Velvet wore a two piece golden suit and a large sun hat. Her long hair tied in a flamboyant ponytail, bangs curled around her forehead. Round sunglasses shaded her eyes and rose pink lipstick on her lips. Her brother was to her left. He wore golden trunks to match his sister and black round sunglasses. His hair wasn’t styled in his normal updo. Instead he let the water take its role, allowing his hair to sweep in a type of faux hawk near his eyes. He no longer wore his green lipstick to match his sister; this time he was his own man.

In between them lay a small little purple Troll sprawled out on a small beach chair. Green rectangular sunglasses blocked his eyes, a smile across his face. The three sighed in unison.

“This...” said Floyd.

“Is...” continued Velvet.

“Perfect.” finished Veneer.

The three lay with their arms behind their head as they soaked up the bright, smiling sun.

“...Wow! Revenue up 40%. Let’s get some more cheese melted for some more nachos! Let’s get those drinks up and ready. We got more coming in.!” Bruce’s voice trickled and boomed as he got closer to the trio. “Velvet, your idea of opening our doors to Mount Rageons everywhere was Sp-ec-tac-U- lar!”

A sly smile crossed Velvets lips, “I know, I know.” She beamed.

“Ahem.” Floyd coughed, lowering his sunglasses side eyeing her.

“I mean, you’re welcome. Anything I can do to help.” She rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Maybe a little less attitude, but better.” Floyd beamed.

“I really don’t know why I am going through this behavior intervention. It’s really pointless.” Velvet said.

“I don’t know, you seem more barable now... fun even.” Veneer smirked. Velvet grabbed her towel smacking her brother across the face.

“And you’ve became a more smart ass than usual... I hate it.” She sneered.

“Love you too sis.” Her brother laughed.

“This conversation is going a lot better than most-oooohhhhh wow.” Floyd took off his small sunglasses and gasped towards Veneers direction.

“What?” Veneer gaped. Velvet turned towards her brother for a good look…. She then bursted out laughing.

“Oh my god- what?...What? ...WHAT!?” His voice began to grow shaky and nervous.

“ I don’t know, you tell me. Can I have some grilled cheese with the that tomato soup sir?” Velvet said between laughs. Tears began rolling down her eyes as the laughter continued. Veneer gaped at her clueless.

“What?! Tell me!?” He begged. Before Floyd could respond Poppy and Branch joined the trio… their eyes going wide when they saw Veneer.

“Omg Vennie!” Poppy exclaimed, “Like red is definitely your color but not like this!”

Branch joined Velvet in laughter…. Which made Veneer even more anxious… Why is Branch laughing too? He thought.

“Dude, have you ever heard of “sunblock”?” Branch asked with a smirk on his face.

“Duh! Floyd gave me some!” Veneer desperately tried to look around for something to see himself on.

“ Which one? I gave you two, and one was NOT sun lotion.” Floyd declared. Velvet continued laughing handing her brother her mirror.

“Priceless.” She sneered.

Upon looking at himself.... he saw it. His cheeks were flushed red. The redness flushed his face, neck, torso…all the way down to his legs. Velvet was right, he looked like he had jumped in tomato soup.

“No, no, no, no, no!!” He stammered. He reached for his towel and wrapped his entire body... well as much as he could. “No one said anything!”

“Well I didn’t get a good look at you until now.” Floyd said, “you better put something on before it starts peeling.”

“Oh Vennie, youll be fine! It doesn’t look that bad.” Poppy tried to say.

“I look like a freaking tomato, Poppy!” Veneer said.

He eyes the beach from side to side: it was jam packed with people. Anyone could’ve of seen and anyone was going to see if he walked out of there... a red glowing stick.

“Vels hand me your towel!” He demanded.

“You have your own!” She exclaimed.

“Ya but yours is longer. Covers more. Pleeeeeaaase!” He begged.

“I mean there’s not MUCH to cover anyways.” She smirked as she laid back closing her eyes again.

“Velvet.” She turned to see Floyd standing up right with his arms across his chest. He lifted one eyebrow giving her a stern look.

“Uuuuggghhh. Boys are much more drama queens than girls are yknow. Here moron.” She tossed him her towel.

“Thank you!” Attempting to wrap himself like a burrito, Veneer stood up and made his way toward the resort.

Leaving his sunglasses on, he twisted and turned, avoiding any eye contact that he could.

“Excuse me. Sorry. Coming through.” He said as he weaved his way around the crowd. ‘Almost there, almost there’, he thought to himself..….

OOF.

He accidentally ran into a Vacationer carrying a tray of food and drinks. Veneer tumbled to the floor loosing grip of his towel.

“Sorry my dude… whooooaaaa.” The Vacationers eyes widened upon seeing Veneers red glowing skin.… Everyone there gaped as they saw him….everyone.

“No, no thats my bad!” Veneer desperately reached for the towel and wrapped himself up again. “Uuuh have a good day!” He ran…. He ran straight toward the room he was staying in.

Once inside he went straight towards his bed, burying his face into his pillow…. He was NEVER going to show his face after that again.

“Stupid Veneer.” He told himself as he buried his face deeper into his pillow.

[jeridandridge]

Beach Day

Reader meets some of Melissa’s family during a trip to the beach.

My grasp of Italian is very limited as you’ll see 😅

“Are you sure you’re up for this, hon?”

You chuckle as you finish packing up the cooler for the day.

“Baby, if I didn’t feel like going I wouldn’t go. You’re more nervous than I am.”

Melissa huffs leaning against the truck, you two already in your bathing suits under your clothes for a day at the beach with her family. You’d met a cousin or two, but not almost the entire family. Even nonna was excited to spend a day in the sun.

You walk over to your girlfriend resting your hands on her hips. “It’s gonna be a great day, okay? I’m so excited to meet the people that raised such an amazing person.” You beam.

Melissa smiles cupping your cheeks with her hands bringing you in for a soft kiss.

“The last time I brought someone around it was Joe and they didn’t like him at all. I married him anyway and they ended up being right.” She explains.

You shake your head gently giving her hip a squeeze. “Parents love me. I’ll show you.”

An hour later you find yourself wheeling the cooler down the cement path to the sand, Schmmenti family in sight. You spot Melissa’s cousin Joey kicking a soccer ball around with his son and a bunch of other relatives seated on a picnic bench.

“Hey there they are!” A guy you recognize as Melissa’s uncle Tommy waves them over.

You smile when you see Melissa relax a bit, you two walk through the sand and grass getting to the table where she playfully shoves her cousin off when he goes to give her a hug.

“So you finally brought the woman you never shut up about!” Uncle Tommy teases her.

“Yeah yeah, don’t make it weird. This is y/n.” She smiles at you as you give a little wave.

“I already know this guy.” You playfully groan pointing at Joey getting everyone else to laugh. You look around the rest of the group nodding at each one naming off another aunt, cousin, niece, and finally, Melissa’s grandmother who’s happily lounging in a folding chair.

She has her dark hair piled up on her head much like Melissa wears hers and has kind brown eyes you’re shocked at how young she seems chalking it up to years of good food and company.

As the group disperses Melissa takes your hand walking you over to the older woman.

“nonna questa è la mia ragazza.” She smiles. You learned a little bit of Italian, and picked up a few words.

“Oh, Cara ragazza, she’s a pretty one.” The woman smiles standing up and kissing both of your cheeks.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mel’s told me so much about you.” You beam keeping your fingers laced with your girlfriends.

“Ditto, y/n. Welcome.” She smiles reaching out to squeeze your upper arm.

Your smile only grows when nonna takes her seat again and Melissa looks at you with almost watery eyes.

“Why don’t you go show off and kick joeys ass.” She nods to the sand where the guys are playing soccer.

You smirk and lean in kissing her cheek before you leave your shirt and flip flops near the cooler taking off in your bikini top and Jean shorts.

Melissa smiles sitting next to her grandmother on the lawn chair. As you run around with the guys giving joeys son a high five when he scores a goal Melissa’s smile widens.

“I like her.” Nonna nods in your direction, laughing when you fake Uncle Tommy out with the ball.

“She’s amazing.” Melissa smiles dreamily in your direction as you jog back over with a breathless laugh.

“Baby, do you have the keys? I forgot Anthony’s body board in the back.” You explain as the young boy bolts towards you. She fishes the keys out of her bag handing them to the excited pre teen.

“You only use that thing when your dads around, capeesh? Y/N heard you like surfing and insisted on one of those for today.” She smiles.

Anthony nods eagerly buzzing as he runs towards the truck.

“You need more sunblock, Mel.” You hum seeing her shoulders already a light shade of pink.

Nonna shoots her granddaughter a knowing look as you get the sunscreen from the bag, a look that says you had her approval.