#Bench swimwear

[lunarhiraethowo]

[strawberries-and-summer-days]

"Beach days"

Pairing: Show!Luke Castellan x fem!reader

Summary: you and luke have grown up and have moved to the sea and started a small family together. And you spend a day at the beach.

Contains: Kisses, fluff, babies, and more fluff!

Word Count: 790

A/N: um so this is my first ever (idk even know what to call this) but i hope you like it!! its like 11:30pm when im writing this - so if there are any mistakes its cause im sleep deprived. The baby is a girl and takes after luke in looks. Also i don't know too much abt the percy jackson series so this might not be really accurate :) btw the baby's name is sunny.

You watch as Luke meanders around the kitchen, a baby sleeping soundly on his shoulder. A soft smile spreads on your face and a surge of love for the boy making pancakes across from you hits you in the chest.

"What?" he asks when he notices you staring.

"Nothing," you say, running your finger over the bench. "Just wondering what we're going to do today."

Luke smiles at you, his black curls falling lightly over his face. "i was thinking we could down to the beach and have a day with this little one," he says kissing your little girl on the head. He turns his back to you and continues to fuss over the pancakes he forgot to flip over "Ah damn."

You smile and slip off the stool you're sitting on and walk around the counter wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent. It always calms you - his scent - it brings a certain feeling of peace you've always craved.

"Mmm you're most definitely burning those pancakes," you tease, placing a small kiss on his shoulder before slipping away to get changed.

"Hey, not so fast!" Luke grins when you try to escape. "Y/N you are not leaving this kitchen without giving me a kiss." A giggle escapes your lips before you raise up onto your toes and press a light kiss onto his mouth.

"Will that satisfy your needs?" you ask. Luke's eyes burn with desire, "Definitely not, but I'll allow this to pass, just this once." You smile innocently up at him and gently take the baby from his shoulder.

"Hi my baby, hi Sunny baby," you say to the small child in your arms. "Let's get changed, hey? We're going to the beach today!" You gently press a kiss onto her forehead and sway out of the room blabbering softly to your baby.

Luke watches you leave the room with a lovesick expression on his face. He never would have thought the girl he met one day on the beach, reading a book, would be the love of his life, or that she would be holding their child, chatting to her about how much fun they're going to have at the beach today.

He turns back around to focus on the now burnt pancakes. He sighs, turning off the stove and placing the burnt pancake in the trash and moving the non-burnt ones into a container and places them in a bag to take to the beach, before slipping upstairs to change himself.

Luke walks into the room and falters slightly when he sees you. You're sitting on your bed in a blue and white swimsuit cooing over your baby girl in matching swimwear. "Aww doesn't Sunny look adorable?" you laugh when you notice Luke standing in the doorway.

"She's beautiful," Luke says, you're expecting him to be looking at the baby but instead he's looking directly at you. "So very, very beautiful." A blush creeps up onto your cheeks and you stand up putting the baby on your hip and walk over to Luke placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"You're the best," you smile and start dancing around the room with the baby, laughing. Luke grins and changes into his swimwear before he joins you two dancing around smiling like a carefree kid. You love when he's like this just... him.

Sunny is sleeping in her carrier and you and Luke are sitting at the water's edge. Your head is resting on his shoulder and he is running his fingers absent-mindedly over your leg leaving tingles along where he's touched.

"I love you," he says suddenly standing up and helping you up too. You look up at him and feel a surge of love and adoration for the boy standing in front of you.

"I love you too," you say and press a kiss onto his lips. Luke wraps his hands around your waist and starts to sway with you dancing slightly. You rest your head on his shirtless chest, closing your eyes and breathing in this moment.

Luke rests his chin on your head and whispers. "I love you so much Y/N. You're a star in my darkness, my true light, my love, my life, my everything."

Tears well up in your eyes. As you look up to Luke. He has tears in his own eyes and is staring at you with a look of reverence. "You are my everything," you say back to him cupping his cheek with your hand and placing a kiss to his mouth. Savouring this little moment between the two of you, Luke kisses you back, fervently, pulling back only to pull you into a tight hug.

Sunny's disgruntled cries from the carrier break your small bubble of peace, and you pull away from Luke to pick her up. The small baby sitting on your hip as you walk back over to a now grinning Luke. "Hi Sunny baby," he says, taking the baby from you and wrapping an arm around your hips.

"My girls ready for a swim?" he says, gripping your waist and pulling you flush against his side. Sunny babbles happily in his arms and Luke places the softest kiss on her cheek before he gently places her into the shallow water letting her splash.

Moments like these make you the happiest. Where you both are grinning like idiots and just being with each other. Just being Luke and Y/N.

[scorpiomother]

there is a light that never goes out

･ﾟ★ most of these days, i don't get too intimate / why would i let you in? but i think again

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

summary: you’ve tried to ignore the pestering infatuation you harbor for your fellow camp counselor, but when last day debauchery ensues, the lines between friendship and love blur.

tags: slow burn. summer camp. friends to lovers. pining. alcohol usage.

word count: 4.4k

a/n: mother is back and here is my love letter to the feverish bliss of a season and to everyones favorite muse, peter parker + this only took a broken laptop, nicotine and a full year to finish... so enjoy<3

playlist ☆ masterlist ☆ read on ao3 ☆ kofi

You don’t think it’s possible to feel any warmer, but the mixture of everything is weighing in on you. The blossoming bonfire in accordance with the sultry sun. The tipsy hum in your chest. The occasional graze of Peter’s arm against your shoulder.

Sometimes you can’t bring yourself to look at him and this is one of those times.

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s the last day and you don’t know exactly what to do with yourself. Or it could be the muffled buzz in your chest that’s growing by the minute; telling you to do things you shouldn’t. Admit things you can’t. If you look at him for too long, you’re sure that your better judgment will fade into that tempting hum. 

You squint past the sun rays reflecting off of the lake and focus on all of the small things that don’t mean anything to you. A bottle here, a crushed can there. The flicker and burn of the fire. The new stains on your old Converse.

You search for the next best thing when a beer bottle appears, floating above your lap.

“Your turn,” Peter says.

His voice makes you want to look. It makes you want to say, huh? Then, he would have to repeat himself and you could watch the way his lips move. Instead, you murmur a soft thank you and take the bottle, eyes cemented on the shoreline.

The campers had left in the morning, and yet the feeling of childish abandonment and delight is still overflowing in the empty campgrounds. The handful of twenty-something-year-olds that stayed back for one last night to “clean up” the camp were quick to revel in the sudden freedom. By the time the last bus left with the campers and older counselors, they were already going on a liquor run and starting a bonfire on the shorelines in nothing but their swimwear. And as nice as it all was, you wish the kids were still there. They would distract you from the thoughts of Peter and now, you don’t know what to do when they come.

As you sip on the lukewarm beer, you feel eyes on you. You look up and sure enough, Peter is staring. His eyes are lighter than normal, a sheen like honey, and his expression is almost quizzical. That glint of amusement catches you off guard. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” he smiles. “I’m just waiting for you to admit that you hate beer.”

“What?” you repeat with more confusion.

“Every time I pass you the bottle you frown.”

You furrow your brows. “No, I don’t.”

“Sure you do. And after you drink, you make a sour face,” he says plainly.

You’re about to protest when Peter reaches for the bottle and takes it from you, his hand skimming against yours in the process. 

“Creep,” you mumble. You drag your fingers along the skin that he touched and try to ignore the burn. "You’ve known me for like, what? Two months? And you think you know me like the back of your hand.”

“I wish,” he shrugs before downing the rest of the beer.

I wish. You’re biting the inside of your cheek now. “I- I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice and when you close your eyes, you can even see it. His closed mouth grin, full of satisfaction and knowing. 

Fuck. 

“I’m gonna get a drink,” you mutter, standing up from the bench.

“‘Cause you hate beer, huh?” 

“‘Cause I’m thirsty.”

“Mhm, alright, Bug,” Peter says, smugly.

You can still feel his eyes on you as you walk towards the cooler by the dock and as much as you want to look back, you don’t.

You rummage through the cooler— a little more frantic than you should be. Beneath all the shitty beer and ice is a thick bottle of margarita mix and you pull it out in triumph. 

“Wow, going for the hard stuff, huh?”

You look up to see Harry standing in front of you with Patron in his right hand and a vape in his left. You scoff, “Says you. This shit is mostly juice anyways.”

Harry settles beside you and watches you pour yourself a cup. He smells like liquor, cologne, and bad news. 

“Make me a cup?” He slurs.

You hum in response.

You don’t trust Harry. Not for any particular reason, but he makes you unsure of yourself and you don’t like that. You fill his cup to the brim and hand it to him carefully.

“I’m surprised Peter isn’t here with you.” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Ah, come on. You guys are two peas in a pod.”

“He’s my friend.”

“Is he though?”

“What else would he be?”

“Everyone knows you guys have a thing for each other.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, ruminating on his words. Your brain is teetering between joke or not. If he isn’t, then what? 

“Just friends,” you murmur in a way that doesn’t reach him. It sticks in the honeyed air like a mantra for yourself. 

Ever since the start of camp, Peter and you had been attached at the hips. You were both the new counselors, whereas everyone else had known each other from the year prior. During counselor orientation and the team-building exercises, you gravitated toward each other, sharing awkward laughs and stupid little comments. As the weeks went by, you got closer and closer. You had just met the guy and he was probably the closest you ever got to a person.

“So, that doesn’t bother you at all?” Harry raises a brow.

You look back and Gwen has replaced you on the bench. Peter’s looking at her with such adoration in his face that makes you feel a pang of jealousy. It spreads through your body like a fever.

His cheeks are full of warmth, laughter bellowing out from him so easily. The subtle flex of his bicep has you staring a little longer than you should. When he catches your stare, you mean to look away but the numbing heat makes you forget.

“What? No. Why would it?” You murmur, turning your attention back to Harry.

“Alright. Well, I’ll help you out. Just ‘cause it’s the last day,” Harry says before pouring an ungodly amount of Patron in your cup.

“Oh- I, um. Okay. Thank you,” you stutter. 

Harry takes his bottle and taps it to your cup. “To friends.”

“To friends,” you mumble under your breath before throwing back a couple of gulps.

Harry starts to talk about nonsense that you can no longer concentrate on. Your ears had zoned in on the laughter behind you, trying to figure out what was so funny to Peter. Have you ever made him laugh like that? 

There’s an invisible string tugging at your face, telling you to look back. Soak up the last of the daylight and the last of Peter, even if it hurts. You want to give into the compulsion, like looking at him is a tick you can’t help, but your attention falls on the dainty bumblebee fluttering innocently in the space between you and Harry.

“Oh, shit,” Harry yelps. His face is full of horror as the small thing dances around him.

“It’s just a bee,” you reassure him. 

Rather than calming down, Harry attempts to pull an ungraceful version of the matrix, bumping into you in the process. 

“Harry!” 

“Fuck, I’m sorry! I just- Fuck!” Before Harry could finish his apology, he’s running far from the docile insect and you.

“Fuckin’ Harry,” you mutter to yourself, looking at the stain of Red40 and Patron on your shirt and then to Peter.

He’s too preoccupied with Gwen to notice the mishap.

Like a small child, it hurts. The possessiveness sticks onto your skin like humidity. 

You down what’s left in your cup in one go and start walking to your cabin.

It was that second week of camp when your heart first succumbed to Peter. The two of you were on night watch and he entertained you with a game of Would You Rather while everyone else on the campgrounds slept soundly and the night insects trilled. 

Would you rather get stung by a bee or watch Isabella all by yourself? 

Give me the bee, you deadpanned.

Ouch, I’m gonna tell her what you said.

You wouldn’t, you scoffed.

You’re right, I won’t. That kid would probably start biting us both. 

One moment you’re laughing and the next, he’s whispering, wait, hold on. Stay still. So you do. You stayed as still as the night and suddenly, his hand was inching closer and closer to your face until his fingers grazed against your cheek. He held an eyelash in front of your lips and gently said, make a wish.

You hesitantly whispered a delicate oh, okay before absentmindedly blowing the eyelash away. 

I hope it was a good one, he grinned.

It was, you lied.

Everything after was hazy, with constant flashes of making a wish. If you could do it again, you would tell yourself to get a grip and not waste such a precious wish like you just did. If you could do it again, you would wish that Peter would grab that eyelash off your cheek again and again and again.

You’re already feeling the drink make its way to your head as you head on over to your cabin. You underestimated Harry’s heavy hand and the heat is working against you. Annoyingly, the wet shirt is enough to cool you down.

You wonder where the time went. It’s overwhelming to think about, especially now that you’re tipsy. Time is slipping through your fingers and you don’t know how you’re supposed to go back to the city and let this all turn into a memory— let Peter turn into a memory. 

In all honesty, you’re not so sure that you can. Eight weeks of children watching and sun soaking. Eight weeks of Peter and all of those almost kisses (two to be exact). Where was it supposed to go? In a shoebox of memories, farther away than you’d like it to be?

There’s a swelling feeling in your chest that quickly dissipates when Peter comes running behind you.

“Hey, hey, where did you go?”

You want to be spiteful and ask him what happened to Gwen. Instead, you bite your tongue.

“I’m right here, Bear,” you say.

“Well, yeah. I mean, what happened?”

“I just wanted to get something to drink and I-”

“You spilled all over yourself.”

“No, I didn’t. Harry did and I need a new shirt.”

“My cabin is right here,” he points out.

“It’s okay, I have my own clothes.”

“Bug, stop being stubborn.” He grabs your wrist, and you have no choice but to stop and look at him. The swelling returns as his brown eyes try to read you. “Trust me.”

“Okay?” 

You sigh. “Okay.”

His cabin is identical to yours. Three beds. Creaky wood all over. Light smell of mildew. You were there once before but you try not to think about it too much.

“Here, sit,” he says, patting the mattress.

Like a loyal dog, you obey quietly.

While Peter rustles through the drawers, mumbling where did I put it? you gaze at the Polaroids decorating the wall like his own personal scrapbook.

You notice one particular photo with you in it. You were setting up the projector for the first Movie Mondays. That night The Princess and the Frog played, the lights flickering green and blue on the flimsy screen that took you and Peter too long to put up. 

Oh my god, you sobbed halfway into the movie. Ray, the firefly, was singing Evangeline to his star, and it was enough to trigger an embarrassing fit out of you.

Are you crying? Peter whispered.

I’ve never wanted to be a bug so bad before, you laughed pitifully. You wrapped your arms around your legs and let the stray tears fall on your knees. You wanted to pout and blame your hysteria on Peter. He didn’t know it but he had an annoying habit of turning you into a child. 

You’re pretty when you cry, he said.

With your head on your knees, you bit your lip. You- you’re stupid.

I don’t think that’s what you say when someone gives you a compliment.

You’re making fun of me.

Am not, Bug, he said for the first time. 

With teary eyes, you looked for the truth on his face. His eyes softened. Without noticing, you licked your lips and you swore he did the same. It happened so fast you couldn’t remember and suddenly you were wondering if you leaned in, would he do the same? Before you could test your theory, there was a tap on your shoulder.

I think I just ate peanuts, Susie said.

What?

My throat is itchy.

Oh!

Luckily, little Susie was okay, but you weren’t. That night you couldn’t sleep. That look on his face stuck with you. If you were crazy, you would’ve thought that he wanted to kiss you. 

Still, you’re unsure.  

You open your mouth to ask him if he remembers that night, but he interrupts you.

 “I kind of miss them,” he says, head still in the dresser. 

“Your army of fanboys?”

“Yeah, if you want to call them that,” he laughs. 

“It was pretty sweet how they looked up to you.”

“Maybe, I should start a cult.”

You snort. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

“Why do you hate me?” Peter looks back at you and tilts his head with a boyish smile that makes you look away.

He returns his attention to the drawers and you begin to get impatient.

“You know I don’t need anything special, right? I just need… A shirt.”

”Bug,” he says firmly. “When did you get so bratty?”

“I- You’re taking a long time,” you redden.

You tap your foot against the old wood and stare at the back of his head bobbing and searching. His hair is overgrown, longer than it was when you first met him. If you were brave enough, you would run your hands through it.

“If you think about it, we were basically paid to be cult leaders for eight weeks,” he says.

“Oh. We’re still talking about cults. Great.”

“How does one go about making a cult anyways?”

“Hold on, let me just look for a cult leader’s TED talk.”

“So sarcastic, Bug.” 

“Only for you, Bear,” you joke.  

“Good.”

Your ears turn hot and you’re licking your lips again. The raspiness in his voice feels all too serious. 

You’re silent again. It’s quiet enough you can hear the Earth past Peter’s search. Trees rustle. The wind caresses the grass. If you listen hard enough, you swear you can hear sunshine, but maybe it’s just the alcohol. Eventually another drawer shuts.

“Here,” he says. He finally turns around and stands up with a shy expression on his face that makes you smile. In his hand is a red and blue tie dye shirt he made in the early weeks of camp.

When you reach for it, you zone in on the beaded bracelet on his wrist, a silly little nothing that you made for him a week ago. You might as well have threaded the beads to say IHAVEACRUSHONYOU, but the nickname you called him was safer.

You partially regret the bracelet as the cringey gift screams elementary innocence, but now you had something of his. You were even.

“Thank you,” you say.

“Yeah. I’ll meet you outside.”

“It’s fine,” you say before you can think. “I mean it’ll only take three seconds. You’ve seen me without a shirt before, hah.”

“Someone’s drunk,” he chuckles. 

You turn away before he can see you blush. “Not really…”

In one swift motion, you sling off the stained shirt and drape it along the end of his bed frame and pick up Peter’s replacement shirt.

“Oh, it’s healing nicely,” Peter says, surprised.

You look back in an attempt to look at the once opened wound on your back. “Thanks to you, I guess.”

Due to peer pressure from freshly graduated fourth graders, you had jumped off the cliff right into the lake and your back grazed against a submerged rock. It wasn’t anything serious. Barely deep enough for medical attention and the adrenaline from the jump turned you numb.

It was the first time he touched you, really touched you. A deliberate palm to your side rather than an unintentional graze of the knuckles. It made you think of other ways you could hurt yourself just so the two of you could play an innocent game of doctor.

I can’t just drink this by myself, you whined. 

I’m about to put a needle through you, you really want me to drink alcohol right now?

I trust you, you admitted unwillingly.

Once he stitched you up, you sat together side by side on his bed with your shirt still over your neck and your bathing suit now cold on your skin. He pressed his hand on your thigh, saying all better. It was enough to warm you up. Enough to make you forget why you never kissed him. Enough to make you want to.

He squeezed the fleshy part of your thigh, and you exhaled. Peter.

It’s Dr. Parker to you.

One moment you’re whispering, stupid, and the next your nose was grazing his with two parting lips just barely touching. His own breath matched yours. Cinnamon, and booze. Warm and wanting. You gently nudged your nose against his before you could come to.

With lips hovering and agape and adrenaline clouding your mind, you thought he was about to kiss you, for sure this time. But when Gwen knocked on the door, calling out to Peter, kissing was the last thing you wanted to do. The only option was to run away. Run back into that lake and sink all the way to the bottom.

When you throw the shirt on, the fabric grazes against the healing scar. The cotton is soft and weightless. You could immediately smell the familiar evergreen and pine. 

“Red and blue look good on you,” Peter says and you have to force yourself to not think anything of it. Friends compliment each other. No big deal.

“You should keep it,” he adds and then you’re thinking, okay, kind of a big deal. But you don’t have it in you to protest. If this was the only thing you could get from Peter, then you were happy. Almost satisfied.

“Alright,” you say and wear it like a promise ring.

By the time you two make it back to the lake, the sun is nearly set. The bonfire melts into the fire in the sky, a burnt orange streak floating above the lake. Smoke and char wafts in the air and you notice everyone huddled up in a circle. There’s beer bottles surrounding them like they were partaking in some kind of ritual. As you get closer, you see the single bottle laying on its side in the middle of the crowd. 

“What are they, twelve?” Peter whispers as Flash and Felicia kiss.

They don’t notice you two. They’re far too gone and enamored to see beyond themselves, and you’re grateful. Being the bystander looking in was better than watching Peter kiss someone else.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” he nudges.

You nod your head in silence and follow him like a lost puppy.

You two keep to the lakeshore and walk side by side until you can barely see the stray embers of the bonfire in the air. 

A mile away, you eventually reach the west pier. It’s unsoiled with beer and degeneracy, the moon purifying the fresh water and wood. The two of you sit on the dock, feet dangling in the chilling water. By the time the night completely glossed over, the alcohol had too.

“It’s so… Quiet,” you say and suddenly you fear your voice may disturb the stillness and ripple through the water. 

“I like it.”

“Just kind of eerie, ya know?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll scare the monsters away for you,” he teases.

Peter places one hand on your back and rubs small circles, a new type of warmth now rippling through you. 

Without realizing it, you began to mindlessly kick your feet through the lake, ripples after ripples reaching out to touch the earth beyond. The wrinkles of water pulsate. Your heart does the same with each circle of his hand.

“Should’ve got another beer before we left,” you eventually murmur.

“I’m not fun enough for you?”

I just don’t know what to do with myself.

“You’re less fun without your little cult,” you tell him. 

“I’m retiring,” he tells you.

“Oh, God forbid.”

“I’m tired,” he says. “Let me be tired.”

When he lays his head in your lap, you don’t move. You barely breathe.

You wish you could feel the calm, shudder and move on, exhale the hummingbird out of your chest, and be done with it. 

It’s heavier than you can manage. The ease and calm of him scares you. He makes a home in you so terribly easy, and you can barely touch him without feeling dizzy.

Peter sighs. “What am I going to do without you, Bug?”

You wish he didn’t say things like that.

You get out a shaky, “I don’t know.”

But you do know. Peter’s going to be okay without you. You’ll just be some girl he used to know and move on just fine. But you on the other hand? You don’t know. You don’t want to.

It aches.

I’m tired. Let me be tired, you beg the cruel universe.

It twinkles in response. Ripples right through you. 

Your hands are in his hair. You’re dizzy, but you do it anyway. There’s a soft moan coming from Peter so you play and pull and tug, letting all the anxiety leave your hands like kneading dough. You’re gentle because Peter is gentle. Rubbing your back. Stitching up a silly mistake. And even breaking your heart. He does it so gently, you don’t know if he has a cruel bone in his body. Even if he was cruel, you’re not sure if it would offend you.

He closes his eyes. You drag your nails against his temple and roam freely. The night sky reminds you of fireflies and popcorn. Slow breaths and wishes. You count the dimples on the moon. Little distractions to ground you, even now. 

The moment feels infinite. Almost infinite, like those almost kisses. So close, yet so fleeting. You stop trying to make it stay. You let it ripple through you.

You feel a little brave.

“Let’s go swimming,” he says, eyes closed. He can smell it on you— the braveness, you think.

Your hands freeze.“Now?”

“When else?”

“It’s cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm, Bug,” he says, this time with his brown eyes wide, open, and tempting. “Trust.”

He stands up and holds his hand out for you before you can protest. Whenever he mentions trust, it does something to you. The cut above your shoulder blade is trust scarred onto your body. Were you supposed to stray from your habits now? On the last day?

You open your mouth but then your hand is in his and he’s guiding you to the obsidian. 

He takes off his shirt and shorts, throwing them on the dock. You follow suit, and by the time you fold the tie dye shirt into a neat square, Peter’s already in, yelping, laughing, coaxing.

You shiver and when you’re in the water, you shiver some more. 

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“Is this your big plan to murder me? Drown me and run back to everyone else and play spin the bottle?” you grumble, less than satisfied.

“Duh,” he smiles proudly.

You’re treading water, feet barely reaching the sand, while Peter stands tall, the moon illuminating his handsome face.

“Why didn’t you wanna play spin the bottle?” you say impulsively. 

It shocks both you and Peter.

“Did you?”

“I asked you first.”

His brows knit together. “I don’t want to see you kissing someone else.”

Your brain short circuits. A laugh coils in your stomach and you want to ask if Ashton Kutcher is going to come out of the woods with his crew and yell, Gotcha! It makes more sense than what you think he’s implying. 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask.

“What do you want it to mean?”

Your limbs suddenly burn from trying to stay afloat.

“Do you need me to show you, bug?” he says.

His hand is out in front of you again like a life raft. You let him take you, pull you in his gravity. Show me. You glide in the water until you can feel Peter’s breath on your face and your chest is heaving against his. Show me.

Peter wraps his arm around your lower back and your legs have nowhere else to go but wrapped around him. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Still need me to show you?”

 Show me. Show me. Show me.

“I think so,” you say so delicately you’re not so sure he hears you, but then his lips are on yours and the sun comes back in the dead of night, blooming in your ribcage.

It happens fast. He doesn’t let you hesitate, retreat back like the scared creature you are. He knows you. He kisses like he knows you. He keeps his promise. I’ll keep you warm. 

Soft, tender, and close to loving. His lips overlap yours and your gripping onto his back like this moment could dissolve in this lake. He grips you right back like you’ll run. You could. You might.

He deepens the kiss, more want, more need, less tenderness. He sucks on your bottom lip and the strength to run right out of you. 

Your hands wander feverishly. From his back to the crook of his neck and then his hair.

Now that he has you here like this, it makes things more difficult. 

You feel like a firefly. This small little thing of shine and glow, jutting around in a mason jar with Peter’s name sharpied on the top. 

His lips linger for a second longer and then he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours.

“Bug,” Peter says.

“Hmm?”

“You’re going to call me, right?”

His lips move in slow motion.

“Right,” you say.

[becca-e-barnes]

"Here comes trouble."

Getting back to the 'Shit He Said' series because I've been missing it and you've said some truly wonderful shit recently.

This one is pure fantasy. I'm fully just indulging myself and I'm okay with that. I've thought about this way too much.

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Semi-public, vaginal fingering, dom Bucky, sub reader, power imbalance, degradation, choking, penetration, creampie, this is bound to be so unhygienic irl but I can enjoy the thought leave me alone 😩

Summary: You manage to find some time for a quickie with the CEO

For some extra vibes: “Out Of My Mind” by The Killers

Minors, do not interact

Heat meets you the second the door opens but you only feel the true intensity of it when you’ve stepped inside and closed the door behind you.

Everything is hot.  Stiflingly, oppressively hot.  Even the glass panel of the door is warm under your touch.  Between the humidity and the ambient lighting, your eyes struggle to focus.  Taking a seat inside seems like a good idea.  Sit down before you fall down.  

It’s impossible to get a deep, satisfying breath.  The air feels so heavy, water droplets forming on your bare skin, clinging to your eyelashes and dripping from the ceiling onto your hair.  As the seconds pass, you feel your body begin to adjust.  Your breathing starts to regulate, albeit faster than usual.  You succumb to the weight in the air, taking a seat on the wet bench to the left of the door.  You close your eyes for a few moments in an attempt to shield them from the heat, breathing in the fresh scent of eucalyptus essential oil.

“Here comes trouble.”  Fuck.  You hoped this might happen but you hadn’t fully let yourself believe it was actually a possibility.  Your eyelids flutter open again, looking in the direction of the voice but you don’t need to see the silhouette of the person sitting at the back of the room to know who had spoken.

“Hello, you.”  He speaks again, low and soft and this time you’re more focused on ensuring you’re alone.  A quick scan of the room and it’s empty, save the two of you.

“I didn’t think you’d be down here!”  You feign innocence.  It’s a lie.  You knew he would.

He’s always been wonderfully talented at seeing right through you.

“I mentioned earlier that I might go try out the steam room.”  He’s right; he did.  These work trips get awfully long sometimes and it’s hard to keep your head in it without giving yourself a break.  In fact, you’re surprised more of your colleagues aren’t down here taking some time to themselves.

“Might.  I had no way of knowing you actually would.”  You’re not wrong.  Nor is he.  It’s an elaborate dance around the fact that you’re both now exactly where you want to be.

God, he’s gorgeous.  His usually soft, fluffy hair has drooped under the weight of the steam, curling a little.  Droplets of water roll slowly down his bare chest, meeting at the waistband of his swimwear but the condensation gathering on his body makes his skin look slick and kissable.  Your thoughts wander, daydreaming about how you’d love nothing more than to trail your tongue down his chest in the wake of those droplets until you’re able to sink to your knees in front of him and find a better use for your mouth.

“Stop thinking.  Get over here.”  He perhaps doesn’t mean to sound as sharp as he does but with time being of the essence, he’s not wrong to be demanding.  Anyone could walk in any time now so you might as well use the time you have wisely.

You’re so eager it’s difficult to slow yourself down.  Within seconds, you’ve moved to the bench at the back, beside Bucky and his lips are on yours before you even realise it.  They’re soft and plump, his mouth tasting faintly of the coffee you saw him drinking earlier. His tongue rolls gently against your own and you feel yourself moan against his lips more than you hear it.

Your heart is speeding up, thumping in your chest and with your elevated body temperature, it feels like it’s pounding against your ribs.

Once you start touching him, it’s impossible to stop.  His chest is wet against yours, your bodies pressed together and your hands wandering with an urgency that would have you thinking you’ve never touched him before.  You’re desperate and the humidity does nothing to help you both think coherently.  You aren’t thinking about what might happen if someone walks in.  You aren’t thinking about the fact that if they did, they’d catch you and the CEO all over each other.  You certainly aren’t thinking of any of the consequences that would follow.

“Fuck, you’re desperate.”  He rumbles out a low groan against your lips, his fingers pulling the bottoms of your bikini to one side to let his fingertips graze your soft folds.  You’re soaking wet but it’s very distinctly nothing to do with the fact you’re currently in a steam room.  The slickness of your arousal is unmistakable, not to mention the all too evident desperation in the way you roll your hips into his touch, silently begging for more. “You could take me right now.”  His fingers tease your entrance, testing the resistance from your body and it’s delightful to feel him slipping into you so smoothly.

“You’re filthy, you know that?  Getting fucked in a steam room knowing anyone could walk in and see you.  Anyone could see what a slut you are for me.”  His ‘for me’ hits you hard because this is only for him.  You wouldn’t do this with anyone else.  You wouldn’t ask anyone else to do the depraved things you ask him to do.  All of the darkest, filthiest thoughts you have are about the man who’s now got you seated in his lap, your back to his chest with your swimwear tugged to the side so he can tease your cunt with his throbbing length, rather than his fingers.

“Beg me for it.”  Confidence drips from his tone and he’s got every right to be this confident.  You’ve never wanted sex as often as you have since you met him.  Your sex drive goes through the roof when he’s around, a testament to how comfortable and confident he makes you feel.  He makes you feel desired and God, you want to be desired.

The head of his dick strokes the softest part of your body, teasing from your entrance to your clit and back again.  You have no doubt he’s smearing his precum over your cunt, claiming you.  The thought alone makes your walls flutter.

“Please fuck me.  Hurry up, Bucky, please.”  You sound pathetic and it only makes you wetter.  Only he gets you like this.  There’s not a hope in hell you’d beg anyone else for anything at all.  Anything you need, you can do for yourself.  Except this.  He’s let you feel safe and able to live out your wildest fantasies and that’s not something you’d experience with just anyone.

You feel him hum, kissing your shoulders, lowering you down onto his tip and stopping after the head has just slipped inside you.

The first glide into your body always leaves you breathless but this isn’t it.  He isn’t fully inside you yet and he’s stopped already.  “Just the tip, sweetheart.  That’s all you’re getting.  Unless you act like the little slut I know you want to be.”  He kisses down your neck, as far down your spine as the angle allows him to reach before licking back up and the shiver it sends through your body feels like a cold electric current.

“You’re delicious.  Go on, be a good whore for me.  Take what you need.”  You don’t need to be told twice, lowering yourself to take the rest of his length.  He glides into you beautifully, sliding into the wet, inviting heat between your legs.

“Oh God, that’s it.  Stupid girl.  Acting like you’re just a hole for me to fuck.  Maybe you are?”  He knows that will get to you.  You’re more than that.

Your head shakes, your hips rolling mindlessly, your body enjoying his presence inside you of it’s own accord.  “I- I’m not just a hole.”  You argue, trying to stifle your own moan at the feeling of him rubbing against the soft little sweet spot inside you.

“You’re not.  I know you’re not.  But for now, sweetheart, that’s all I want you to be.  You’re just a pretty little hole and I’m going to make you cum like it’s all you’re good for.”  You didn’t expect the punch to your chest that his kindness delivers but it’s appreciated all the same.

His hand cradles your throat, applying just a nice amount of pleasure.  The humidity was already dizzying but Bucky’s grip on your neck adds another dimension.

“God, the way you gripped me when I put my hand on your neck.  Pretty little pussy just doesn’t want me to pull out.”  He’s rutting into you, groaning against your shoulder but he still can’t drown out the obscene sounds of wet skin on wet skin.

“Feels perfect.”  You feel your eyes rolling back in your head, barely able to string more words together than that.  

“No sweetheart, you feel perfect.  Fuckin’ made for me.  Pretty little stupid fuck toy.”  His free hand squeezes and massages your breasts in turn, giving each of them the attention they deserve while he fucks himself into you.  “You’re dripping.  Fuck, you were made for this.”

You grip the wrist of the hand that’s massaging your breasts, trailing it down your body to settle between your legs.  “Can’t even tell me what you want, can you?  Can’t manage the words anymore.  Did my cock make you that stupid already?”

You nod and it only makes him chuckle, rubbing your clit almost entirely out of sympathy.  

Deep breaths don’t help.  The steam feels like it’s catching in the back of your throat with every breath but it only heightens the pleasure.

“I want you to cum.  Now.  I want to fuck you full while your cunt is trying to milk every drop from me.  You got that?”  

“Faster.”  You plead, right on the edge of slipping into an unbearably intense orgasm.  Bucky obliges, rubbing your clit faster, tightening his grip on your neck just a little and it sends you spiralling, your walls clamping around him so tight, it coaxes him to spill his release into your body.

You hardly notice his climax until the crest of your own subsides.  “Such a perfect cunt.  Fuck, I can’t stop.”  His forehead rests on your damp shoulder, panting and groaning as he fills your body with ropes of cum.  It’s messy and rushed but it’s an overwhelming ecstasy and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he’s entirely spent, he lets his hand fall from your throat but that does nothing to help you take a deep breath.  Water drips rhythmically from the ceiling onto the bench beside you both while your bodies separate and you allow yourselves a few seconds to enjoy being together.

[taylor-swift-imagines]

Pool party

Pairing: Taylor Swift x (female) reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @lilylovescruelsummer

A/N: You and Taylor share your first kiss while in a swimming pool

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“It’s two in the morning and I think you’ve had enough of that, (Y/n).”

You snapped your head towards Selena as she was the one telling you this. Selena was taking care in making sure that everyone had a drink, but you know it yourself that you had one too many. But even still, you weren’t done yet, and you weren’t shy on telling her otherwise.

“It’s two in the morning and I think I haven’t had enough.” you snarl back.

Selena doesn’t say anything at first, but if annoyed her when she’s spoken to in this way by anyone. The two of you had actually dated in the past for quite sometime and had called it quits shortly after meeting Taylor Swift. Taylor was all over you and you were all over her, you almost couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. When it comes to those times when your in the mood for it, which was basically all the time, Taylor would not hesitate to whisk you away and pull you into a room for some privacy. Nothing serious had happened yet, but that doesn’t mean things never got intimate when it was you two alone.

You were a kind hearted gal, and Taylor loved that about you. Taylor respected your boundaries and comfort zone when the intimate times come up once again, she never rushed you and was always sure to be as gentle as she could, not wanting to hurt you in the process. Taylor was the champion, she knew how to make you feel good without taking things much further or all the way. Just thinking about it made your legs shake as the thought turns you on, same goes for Taylor. Taylor had always pictured herself to be on top, the one in charge and the one to be the more dominant other with you underneath her. Oh and did she love it, she loved being on top during intimate moments, that was enough for her to get started in making it about you. This next time, Taylor would be the more dominant one as if it was any different. As of now, you were both at a pool party, you’ve been invited by Selena, the party being hosted by Hayley Williams and Olivia Rodrigo.

Before attending the party, you had decided to put on a two piece bikini and it showed a lot of skin. Taylor always loved how smooth and soft your skin was at the light touch of her own hand, especially when her gentle hand finds your smooth, flat tummy and leaves it there until she begins tracing soothing patterns on it, making you lightly moan from time to time. Taylor’s hand remains there while her lips reach for your neck, the sweet spot on your neck. You took a spot on a chair, still thinking about it and how things would be at a halt when they begin to get any more heated. Taylor isn’t shy to make the first move and leans in close ear, sending chills as she whispers into it.

“You’re perfect, (Y/n). I need you to know that.”

Now it was your turn to say something.

“Y-you don’t know how much you mean to me.”

Now here you are, picking up a drink handed to you by Hayley who reluctantly hands it over in your grasp.

“Last one and I mean it, (Y/n).” Hayley says sternly.

You just rolled your eyes as you mutter a “thank you” and are about to take a drink from it when someone’s lands a hand on your shoulder from behind.

It was Taylor, of course!

It’s at that point she asks you for a swim and you couldn’t say no to her. As you follow, you couldn’t help but notice her swimwear is nearly identical to yours. Skin revealing and everything, which to you was perfect. Once in the pool, you allow Taylor to swim you over with her to the deep end before having to sit on the underwater bench. Taylor’s legs drifted apart only slightly before having you on her lap, basically sitting on her smooth bare legs. This was a moment you never wanted to end, and as your head falls back onto her chest, Taylor holding your waist and before you know it, you feel Taylor’s hand begin to rub your bare leg lightly, but you don’t do anything to stop her.

You didn’t want to stop her, but when you feel her hand slightly moving closer further up, you flinch and slightly pushed back. Taylor grew concerned that she may have hurt you in some way and begins asking questions.

“Did I hurt you?” She asked fondly.

You shake your head.

“What is it?”

“It’s just, um…”

“Was that too much for you, sweetie?”

“For now, yes. I’m not quite ready to go much further, especially not all the way completely. You’re not cat fault here, I promise.”

“My apologies if I’ve made you you uncomfortable-“

“You didn’t, not at all. I’m just not ready yet.”

“Whatever you want to do (Y/n), is fine with me.”

“Hold me?”

Taylor couldn’t hold back the smile as she engulfed you in a warming hug and holds you for as long as you need.

All the while as she looks into your eyes, she sees nothing else besides absolute true love Taylor herself. Taylor leans in until your lips connect in a loving yet passionate kiss. Kissing Taylor while in the swimming pool was about to become a story to tell. This was one of your many first kisses with Taylor, the love of your life.

Just a kiss.

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@taylor-swift-imagines

[inkyquince]

Patreon Post: Innocent Crush (Eden the Hunter)

content warning. Male Reader with Feminization, Noncon turned Dubcon, Breeding.

He couldn’t help it. It was your fault. Everything was your fucking fault. Leading him on with that smile, that helpful attitude, that fucking glimmer in your eyes. It made something in his stomach twist, and made his heart hammer in his chest… Made his cock swell in his stained school trousers.

You’re just some little shit that sits in front of him in History class, how dare you do any of this to him. Especially since you’re trying to make him think… Trying to make him… He… He isn’t gay. He doesn’t like guys. That’s for Briar who lets horny classmates hump his thighs, or Leighton, who won’t stop fucking looking at him in the changing rooms, or Harper, who loves daring everyone to kiss, quivering in his seat.

He isn’t like that. Eden likes women. The ones in those dirty magazines, with hairless pussies and big tits. He’d jerk his cock at the pictures, thinking about when he gets to finally fuck. Groping the bouncy breasts and fucking the squishy cunts, and loosing himself in the feeling of being fully taken into someone. He wanted to fuck women.

So why was this little shit making him feel all this stuff?

He was so nice. The only person who gave Eden a proper smile when passing in the hallways. Gave him his spare pen once.Gave him a flash of your ass when changing into your swim shorts and it wasn’t his fault for popping a stiffy. You’ve… You’ve got a girl’s ass!

So, why would anyone blame him? Anyone would do it if they were led on like he was.

The wet slapping that echoed around the locker room was so loud, loud enough that anyone else would be worried that someone would come investigate. Not Eden. Not when he’s got you where he wants you. In stolen swimwear, folded over the bench as his cock fucked your virgin ass over and over again. You trusted him. Stupid bastard, you trusted him. Why would you stay back after the rest when he asked you? He hated swimming, but he was good at it. Maybe he should have asked you to the lake for a breaststroke practise session, and fucked you against one of the rocks. At least then the smell of chlorine wouldn’t be irritating him as much. It would also be cute watching you struggle not to gulp down lake water as you struggled to maintain a grip, wet and fucked open and your cock struggling not to cum, like it was now.

Just a half an hour practice session. Stupid bitch you were, you believed him and didn’t even fight him when he wrestled you to the ground and started to strip you, not in a way that mattered. Your fists pounding against his back didn’t feel like anything. So weak, like a girl. Even the yelp and objections that began to pour from your lips as he yanked a tight, little swimsuit out from his bag and began to force your legs in first was nothing to him. Worst of all, you looked just as good as he thought you would. Cock stuffed behind the tight elastic, putting pressure on your chest to make it puff out like a pair of, admittedly, small tits. Your ass… Your ass remained the best part. Slipping out the tight costume, the way it made you look like the women in bikinis he’d stare at from across the way. Except, now, his hard cock was brushing against the skin. The pretty, soft, biteable skin.

You struggled to take his dick. Of course you did, You had such a small hole but you could take his fingers easily. He knew you were some sort of queer, one that wanted to try and draw him in, but he beat you. Stuffing your boy pussy full of his cock, slamming you back on him over and over and over again.

“E-Eden! Please!” You gave a sob, clawing at the bench that he had you bent over, leaving deep scratch marks on the wood.

It just made his stomach tighten at the sight. Tears streaming down your face, the tight swimsuit digging painfully into your skin, with one shoulder of the costume having ripped already, showing off those cute little nipples, so girly. Eden did think it was a shame that you were crying, that if you’d just stop putting up such a fucking fuss, you’d be able to really enjoy being fucked like a girl. Didn’t all gay guys love this? It wasn’t until he roughly yanked you onto your back and saw the little tented bulge in the crotch of the stolen swimsuit. You were hard. He could only stare, open mouthed, at the sight.

“D-Don’t look!” You covered your tear streaked face only to have one of your hands ripped away and pressed against your nipple.

“Play with your tits.” Eden breathed, still fixated on your little cock, and the way precum began to seep through the material.

Of course you liked it. Your boypussy loved his big cock and being stretched open and being fucked. Your erection bobbed cutely as he resumed his sloppy thrusts, the loud squishing of your insides being bullied echoing around the tiled room once more. Your whines sounded less pained, filled with tears, and more pleasured, cute little hiccups and moans. You didn’t want to enjoy this. You didn’t. But the wet, sweaty cling of the swimsuit against your body, the rhythmic pounding deep inside of your ass, even the cool air against your freed chest, was all too much for your poor body. Eden fucked you like a fleshlight, something that had you useless and boneless and spreading your legs so that the heated knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with mindless pleasure.

You looked prettiest like this. Drooling and stupid and your stretched out hole begging for more. Eden was enraptured. Such a pretty boy, no, girl. You could be his little girlfriend. Breed your tight boy-pussy everyday, force you to stay in his small, dingy room and just be face down in his sweaty pillows as he fucked you. Maybe he can steal a girl’s uniform, so that everyone would now know that Eden finally had a girlfriend, who had such a pretty swollen clit whenever he started playing with her pussy. It’s all he wants. To be one of those couples that pull each other into bathrooms and let you hump his cock for the entire lunch hour, finger you in the library, slip behind you during swimming lessons and plug you up as you struggled not to alert the teacher that you were being bred.

Lost in his little daydream, Eden leered down at you, ruthlessly fucking your ass until your poor rim was swollen and sore. As he leaned down to lick your puffy nipple into his mouth and suck at the pretty little thing, you could just wrap your arms around his neck, lost in the boy that you tried so hard to befriend, only to be pinned down and fucked and raped.

[karisomk]

Attoye Fic- Amanzi okudanisa ((one shot))

[[ Training prompt with mutual pining with Attuma x Okoye.]] [[ I just wanted a excuse to see Attuma and Okoye hold hands. ]] Aneka smiled once seeing Okoye get her bag with her swimwear in it, though remained silent. 

Okoye lifted a brow but frowned, already slightly irritated about the snarky or prying comment she just knew that was coming from Aneka. 

"I've noticed you've been going swimming lately since that Shark Man has been coming around you more" Aneka mused while gathering her workout clothing from her locker. 

"I've always enjoyed swimming besides, it is a good method to relax your muscles after working out" Okoye countered with a side glance. 

" Right and he does not join you at all?" Aneka questioned though there was a hint of humor in her voice. 

Okoye shot a look and scoffed at Aneka who only laughed in response. 

"I refuse to allow that big blue hippo to come near me" she sneered.  Okoye did not deny that Attuma joined her but she did make him stay arm's length away from her. At least that's how it started. 

Aneka's cheshire like smile did not believe this for one bit. Okoye hated this to an extent, even if pride flickered threw her on how well her fellow Dora could read others. A conflicting sensation only surfaced when Attuma was involved. 

Okoye huffed, snatching up her bag, and stalked away from the young Dora. 

As Bast is her witness, she will never utter to Aneka how she was right. How she specifically picked up more swimming to see how long she could hold her breath. To see if she could carry weights underwater. 

She convinced herself this was training to know how to fight him there in the waters.

To admire. Her mind faintly whispered to her in a knowing tone. 

No, Bast. Absolutely not. 

Okoye all but slammed her bag on the bench in the dressing room on arrival to the pool area, her cheeks burning while she tried steadying her heart. All the ocean and areas in Talokan. And Attuma insisted he come here once finding she visited the freshwater pools.

She tried distracting herself by calculating just how much weight she should put in her vest today. Though her mind betrayed her, visions of  Attuma without his breathing mask and the true hue of bronze skin came to mind. Inky black locks flowed behind him effortlessly, the way his gills trembled while he swam around.

His mask no longer obscured the fact of just how much he smiled at her whenever she was near him. 

She was tempted to just leave the pool room locker room and just go to her home to swim in the river. Out of spite toward Aneka and Attuma at that moment. 

But even as she peeled herself off the blue vibranium armor suit,  Okoye knew that she will not do it. After a cold shower, she slipped on the blue tint mono tie swimwear. The blue matched the midnight angel suit in color on the top, as the bottom faded into black in a gradient pattern. The tension in her shoulders was released once she realized she was alone today. 

Okoye carried her weighted vest, ankle weights, and ball weights with her to the pool area. Setting them on a nearby bench to easily switch out. The ball weights were dropped into the deep side of the pool first to help her mimic rock running. Sitting on the edge of the pool on the deep side, she lowered her legs into the water with shaky sighs. No matter how much she did this, the first dip into cold waters was never welcomed. 

Her gaze flickered once hearing a door open, Attuma with a brown satchel over his shoulders came in. Okoye's dark brows slowly knitted together at the sight of him.  The fact that Attuma chose to constantly use this area and not the ocean would never cease to bother Okoye. 

"Warrior." He nodded in her direction, taking a moment to place his bag down, and began to remove his armor. His gaze never leaves hers in the process. 

"Attuma." she started to say, her own gaze following Attuma's hands for a moment. 

The way his hands slowed, taking off his pelts and boned armor to carefully lay on the bench. She could have sworn he was teasing her and it didn’t help that her gaze went to those muscular thighs and manhood that seemed to be so outlined even while he wore dark shorts. Okoye began to lower herself into the water, turning away from him the moment the heat sensation returned to her face. Slipping below the surface, Okoye closed her eyes briefly while lowering her self further into the deeper part of the pool. It was Shuri's idea to make the pool freshwater out of respect of the Talokanil anyway. But it had its benefits to the Dora. Burned less on the eyes and smelled better. 

Okoye opened her eyes slowly, her vision was blurry though she did see a large shadow swimming towards her. Once her vision adjusted, she watched Attuma swim effortlessly around her. Bronze skin, long flowing hair that made him look alluring. Making eye contact again, he flashed her a grin and pointed to the weighted ball she dropped into the pool eariler. Okoye didn't return his smile but did swim to the ball and began her slow run on the pool floor to the swallow part. 

Attuma used his legs mostly while swimming, propelling his body around akin to a fish. His regalia, his armor made him look so differently compared to the man before her now. The scowl he held in place was usually replaced with something Okoye could not put her finger on. Admiration perhaps?  

Okoye closed her eyes once more, if she didn't keep her concentration Attuma would slow her down. Cradling the weighted ball in her arms, she took another slow step and then another. 

Feeling a large hand on her shoulder made her snap on her eyes. She bared her teeth at Attuma who gave a look of disapproval and shook his head.  Slapping his hand away, she dropped the ball and began swimming to the surface which Attuma followed. 

"Okoye-" his voice raspy as he took in shallow breaths. Trying to breathe without his mask made his voice sound raspier than normal.

"Why are you bothering me?" She snapped between her own gasps of breaths. "Do you not have anything else better to do?" She growled while roughly rubbing the water from her eyes.

"I am not bothering you but simply relaxing here, but it seems you just happen to like to train here." Attuma huffed while rubbing water on his gills but this was a lie.  Even now, even as Attuma strained himself to stay above water he was a smart-ass back.

Okoye scoffed, turning to swim away from the other and storm out of the pool area. But Attuma grasped her arm.

"You will not build your endurance this way. Swimming pools can not replicate the resistance you feel in a river or an ocean.  More so running on the floor of the ocean like you are trying to do so now. " He explained quietly. 

"Let me teach you." Attuma said after a moment, ignoring Okoye's light glare. 

"I don't need your help." Okoye lightly pulled away from Attuma. Convincing herself to not be curious on how Attuma was somehow warm right now.

"Fine. You will continue to lose grip on these weird stone floors further hindering your progress. " Attuma said quietly before dunking himself underwater.  Okoye followed him with her gaze, not moving when he surfaced closer to her. His brawny shoulder brushing against her toned shoulder.

"You'll hurt your feet this way and the muscles of your legs." Attuma looked at her with hopefully eyes and smiled when he heard her sigh.

"Fine." Okoye said suddenly hoping this would cease Attuma’s pestering. 

"You will not regret this warrior, I assure you. And you'll enjoy it more than this fake place you surface dwellers call pools. "

"If you do not like this place then why do you come here?" Okoye questioned while turning away from him slightly.

"To see my warrior try her best to train like my people" He hummed. Attuma floated out of her reach before dunking himself once more.  Slicking his hair back he surfaced once again, "West of here there is a small beach and we can depart from there in the morning. "

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Okoye was never one to be late, always remaining punctual even with something as this with Attuma. She used her midnight angel suit to find the beach and took the brief alone time she had to ease out of it and cloak it with her kimoyo beads. Donning an all black bikini set with golden thread that outlined, she began stretching and practicing breathing techniques to help her retain as much air as she could later on.

Working through the tension in her thighs and back, Okoye’s movements slowed at the sensation of being watched. Looking into the clear waters, she glared at the head that was partially above water watching her.

“Keep that up and I’ll pelt you with rocks!” Okoye bellowed at Attuma.

The head instantly sunk below the surface, after a few moments Attuma slowly rose from the waters walking onto shore. This morning he did not have his hammerhead regalia and most of his armor was in his arms. Tilting his head at Okoye he gave a light chuckle, “I did not want to disturb you because you seemed to be enjoying yourself in the warmth of the sun” he said bluntly while allowing his gaze to go over her figure.

“My eyes are up here!”

“Mm,yes. I know , I see them.” he teased.

Okoye’s gaze went to the ground looking for the biggest rock she could find to throw at Attuma.

“Come, while the sun is rising and the waters are still calm, now would be a good time to start your practice here.” he said, placing his armor down only to move closer to the water. Begrudgingly Okoye followed suit, her arms still crossed over chest until the cold waters touched her ankles.

“Ah, Bast. It’s cold!” she exclaimed. Attuma offered his hand to her take, but did not lower it when she looked at his hand and then back out to the waters.

“Do not fear it.”

“I do not fear anything.” Okoye quickly countered.

Attuma turned to her, fully taking a step towards while he studied her face,“Have trust in me to watch you and be with you every step of the way today. I will not let anything come to harm you.“

Slowly Okoye took his hand,  the touch of his hand was warm compared to hers. She resisted the urge to press into his side while walking into the cold waters, which began to push against them the deeper they went. The way Attuma held her hand gently, only grasping her hand firmly when they dove under each wave to miss the current that could push them back to shore. Attuma explained that they would continue to wade out further into the shallow waters but stop close to the ledge that led out into the deep sea. There Okoye would find an accumulation of rocks, after picking one she would want to carry she would then make her trek back to shore underwater. Pushing against the current from below and the light pulls from the waves above her.

The only time Attuma released her hand was once both of them were near the seafloor and she picked her rock. He held the large oval shaped rock, and watched her swim to the surface once more for a breather only to dive back down to reach him. Attuma stayed close, watching intently as Okoye trekked forward against the current. Sand swirling around her feet with each step, her brows knitted while her gaze remained forward.

The light of the rising sun warmed the waters and made the surface shimmer, each passing wave casting light on them both. Attuma allowed himself to imagine just how Okoye would look if she was talokanil. How lovely her gills would look right now and just how fast she would be with her spear in the water. He had always thought the way she danced with her spear on land was beautiful, but to witness Okoye adapt to water made his heart soar more for her.

Once Okoye dropped the stone and began to ascend to the surface, Attuma was right behind her helping her reach the surface quickly.

“You did well for your first try, you almost made it half way to shore,” he said with a small grin.

Okoye took in small gasps and did not protest about Attuma holding onto her to keep her afloat. “I want to do one more” she finally said once catching her breath.

Attuma’s eyes burned with such pride while he nodded, “One more and we will rest afterwards.”

After Okoye caught her breath, the two dived back down to the start of the ledge to fetch another rock but this time Attuma grabbed one for himself to make the trekk with her to shore. (( Inspired by @mickimomo lore about Talokanil training and this photo of a surfer rocking running underwater.))

[kleptomaniac-trait]

Isla Tawoy

Isla loves her life. She has a big loving family of werewolves, prank-loving friends and can bench press two hundred. Then why, oh why has the universe assigned her a stuck up girl who is her total opposite as fated mate?

Active | Bro | Family oriented Friend of the world aspiration | Prime werewolf Likes fitness, mischief, comedy, baking and summer strut music Dislikes acting, programming, research & debate, cross stitch and grey Hungry like the wolf | Wracked with guilt | Grumpy wolf Wolf nap | The will to resist | Pack howl | Enhanced Smell

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Everyday | Top | Pants | Shoes | Shirt around waist | Watch

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Sleep | Top | Pants

Party | Dress | Legging | Shoes | Watch

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[wannabeabogwitch]

Fem!Vice Dormleaders - Ideal Dates

Warning: A little steamy in some parts. Not sorry at all about that, tbh. Also, I consider Ruggie to be a Vice Housewarden, since he literally acts as one. I had the most trouble deciding what to write for Fem!Ruggie. I hope you all still like it anyway. ;w;

Fem!Dormleaders: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713495712756875264/femdormleaders-ideal-dates-headcanons?source=share

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/wannabeabogwitch/713354988973342721/twisted-wonderland-masterlist?source=share

Trinity Clover

Cafe Date!

There's a new Cafe that popped up in town and Trinity wanted to take you to it. She thought it'd be a cute location for a date.

You can't disagree with her on that, it really is a cute place!

Once you both get inside, she takes you to a table, pulling the chair out for you to sit first. You thank her and sit down, her on the other side.

You both decide to share the orders, since you both want to try all the new pastries here.

Whenever you get anything on the side of your mouth, she'll lean in and lick it off, causing your face to explode red like a strawberry.

She only chuckles at this, calling you cute.

Once the date is over, she takes you back to Ramshackle and you both share a sweet, passionate kiss.

Roxie Bucchi

Pier/Seaside date!

You both eat the food at each stall and split the pay.

You also have a taste of each other's ice cream and there are some indirect kisses here and there.

There's also a doughnut stand and you can bet Roxie bought plenty for you both to share!

"Shishishi~ This was a great idea after all! Hey, y/n, feed me~"

So you proceed to feed her a few doughnuts (I'm British, so this is how we spell it. lol)

She also lets you scratch her cute ears!

After that, you both sit down on a bench at the pier and she lays her head down in your lap.

"I love you, y/n~ You're so good to me..." She says, while you scratch her ears yet again and stroke her hair gently.

You smile down at her, telling her you love her as well."

Jade Leech

Beach date!

It's closest to the sea and you get to see Jade in her swimwear, and she gets to see yours. Let's be real, you're both simps. LOL

She prepared some food and drinks in advance and brought a bag and used ice magic to keep the food chilled.

She offers to rub sunblock on your back and you do the same.

It's a little more sensual than you'd predicted. Damn, Jade, where those hands going? What they dooo? (lol)

After that, you both decide to look for crabs and make a little sand palace for ones that you find, because why not?

Once the sun sets, she takes your hand and kisses it, taking you back to your things.

You both sit under the beach umbrella, towel beneath the two of you. She brings out the food from the bag and you both enjoy the food together.

After that, she places a hand on your cheek, making you face her and she's smirking.

"It'd be a waste not to kiss when there's such beautiful scenery in front of us."

You very much agree with that!

The rest of your date is spent kissing passionately. Jade is also being a tease, touching your thighs and bottom, occasionally pinching the skin.

Jamillah Viper

Kitchen date!

You're her taste tester. (Lucky you! TTwTT)

It's like you're in food heaven. Everything tastes amazing and you tell her as much, causing her to blush slightly.

She lets you assist her and you are cooking side by side, also stealing a few cheek kisses here and there.

Kalima gave her a break, for once, so Jamillah decided to cook a tasty meal for the both.

She's making so much mouth watering food like Manakeesh, Fattoush and Quwarmah Al Dajaj with saffron rice. A flippin' feast!

For dessert, she made Baklava. Omnomnom!

Once the food is all set, you both sit next to each other.

It's quite relaxing and peaceful, just the two of you.

She also makes Qawha for you both to sip on.

After you both finish eating and drinking the coffee, she takes you to the fountain outside and you both look up at the evening sky, arms wrapped around each other.

Rochelle Hunt

Afternoon forest date!

She's a huntress and also a fan of nature and wildlife, so she wants to show you the beauty of it all.

You both watch the animals that reside in the forest. She gives you facts about them, a hand always on yours, stroking it here and there in a loving way.

She carries you quite a lot too, bridal style. It has you blushing like crazy.

Once it starts to get dark, she takes you to a clearing; There, you see a beautiful lake.

She sets you down on the grass and you both sit, looking out at the beautiful view.

She then turns to you and suddenly attacks your heart with some DANK poetry. (Sorry, had to.)

After that, you engage in a passionate snog session. (Yess, lesbian activity! Fem!Rook simps can now rejoice! \m/)

Lillia Vanrouge

Nightly dancing in a meadow.

She met you once upon a dream~

It's the most romantic shit you've ever experienced. Goddamn!

She leads you through the dance, her hands may or may not be wandering here and there, because she's got the rizz and she's a smooth old fae.

"You are the most beautiful human I've ever met, beastie~"

She swoops in for a kiss and you feel like you could faint any moment. You aren't complaining, however.

~Swooooon~

I don't know what else to write.

This is self indulgent, but she teleports you back to Diasomnia, takes you to her room and let's just say... Some magic happens, if ya know what I'm sayin'~ ;) AWOOOGA!!!! (I'm so immature. LOL Also, a fem!Peepaw simp.) Chacha real smooth~

[infernalodie]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒 || 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞

“𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦? 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺? 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨“

Inspo: PARTYNEXTDOOR - THE NEWS

Summary: She wouldn’t let anyone else have you.

Warnings: Slight angst, smut, and fingering.

Words: 1885

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“Boss, do you mind if I inquire with you about something?” Ashe wanted nothing more than to block out her henchmen’s voice. Up and walk away and continue trying to get that well-needed sleep no one was allowing her to have. This train ride was still 8 more hours until they would hit New York, so more sleep was better than nothing.

But you had not been making that easy for her. From the moment she met you, the trouble you had stirred and the chaos you left was annoying, to say the least. Cassidy has already strolled back into her life, warning her to stay away from you as it will only cause problems for her. But Ashe not only hated Cassidy, but she also wasn’t one to take orders. So, hunting you down and bringing you back to Route 66 was always her goal.

She hummed, giving enough of her attention for the man to sigh. “What are we doing, boss?”

Ashe lifted the brim of her cowboy hat before she glared at her henchmen. “Getting my wife back,” she replied. “Now, go and sit back down before you draw attention to us.”

The man nodded, clearing his voice and sliding into his seat with the rest of her henchmen. Leaving Ashe to sit opposite of Bob, who was always quiet. Something she was glad for when it came to her right-hand man.

But in recent events, you had slipped up and left a crumb trail to where you were staying. So, here Ashe was, coming to get you and bring you back to Route 66. A place you hated for its heat and hated because that’s where she resided.

The marriage was forced by her, but she couldn’t help herself. When she saw you, you were visiting your parents who had fallen into Ashe’s hold on the criminal business. Supplying her with weapon routes of military convoys and such. So, she had put your parents into a position that you didn’t want and it resulted in you running away. That or the fact that she had killed your girlfriend, but that’s in the past now.

You on the other hand had found a steady job with pretty good protection coming from your Uncle. Cassidy promised to check in hourly or have some people come over from Overwatch. It helped you relax in this new lifestyle you had acquired and it was safe to say that you enjoyed it a lot more than whatever Ashe had planned for you.

There was a flower shop down the street that you had been working at and it made the travelling from point A to point B easy on your ever-fading anxiety. But tonight, instead of going straight home, you decided to go to an indoor Hot Sprints near the center of New York. With the constant worry, you felt, you needed a mini getaway. Something to cleanse your body and clear your mind, even if it was for only an hour or so.

So, arriving, you went to the changing rooms, stripped down and got into some swimwear, and stepped out into the large room. The lights were turned off with how late it was, leaving only the faint green glow of lamps along the edge of the walls. Fluorescent lights as well inside the small bodies of water that you slowly stepped into. A gentle sigh falls from your lips as you inhale the almost suffocating heat. But instantly beginning to feel the opening of your sinuses.

Taking a seat on one of the benches and relaxing. Head rolling back to rest on the tiled wall encompassing you. Allowing your eyes to shut as you let the warmth of the pool take you into a deep slumber. One that you knew you would never want to leave.

“How’re you doing, darlin’?”

That voice made your entire body freeze up. Eyes shooting wide as your head snapped up to see Ashe standing at the one entrance into and out of the pool. She held a smirk, amused by the timing and place she found you in. She was definitely expecting to break into your apartment. But this was ten times better just by how peaceful you looked.

But you were more caught off by how good she looked without all her gear. Her shoulder-length winter white hair sat perfectly and rather attractively. When you met her, you didn’t very much like the hat- the vest could go, but the white button-up and red tie were perfect. At the time, you had no problem admiring Ashe because you didn’t know who she exactly was. Now, you knew everything that she attempted to keep hidden from you.

Ashe hummed, moving her hands slowly through the water. But you couldn’t help but find it somewhat interesting in this side of Ashe. The fact that she wasn’t a leader of a gang or a killer, she was a woman. One that had forced your parent's hand and was officially your wife.

She looked breathtaking under this lighting. Most of her face on show, but her piercing crimson iris’s glowed as she peeked up at you. And this wasn’t even mentioning her bare body that was hidden beneath the surface of the water.

“How did you find me?” You asked, knowing no possible way out of this interaction and likely fight with the thief.

A soft chuckle fell from Ashe’s lips as she stepped forward. It caused you to shimmy further back on the bench. Feeling the warmly tiled walls touch your flesh like pinpricks. “You are good at hiding, I’ll give you that.” She soon stood between your parted legs. Hands finding your sides as you inhaled sharply from the contact.

Since the wedding, you hadn’t seen her or been this close to her. Honestly, it had been a day after the wedding that you left. And if you were being really honest, you hadn’t seen Ashe smile until that day. You had seen her cocky grins, but it felt more genuine that day. So, although you felt sorry for putting her through this, this was also your life she was playing with.

Softly and trying not to spook you, she pulled you closer until you were chest-to-chest with her. “I missed you.” She sighed, leaning her head against yours, and shutting her eyes. But if she had kept them open, she would’ve seen the shocked expression that formed on your face.

“Ashe…” You trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You know you don’t deserve me, right?” Gently, your arms wrapped around her for the first time. Trying to welcome in this woman that you only knew had done horrible things.

She hummed, resting her chin on your head. “I know a lot of things and that’s one I wish I didn’t,” she confessed softly. “I never wanted to make things as bad as they are.”

“But they are, Ashe. You killed my girlfriend and are forcing me into this relationship,” you said. “I don’t know you outside of all the horrible things you’ve done. My Uncle hates your guts and won’t let you near me even if I was to accept this fully.”

Ashe chuckled, shaking her head. “Screw Cassidy. The bastard is dead to me as it is. If you wanted this as much as me, he wouldn’t do anything because he won’t go against your word.” You huffed in annoyance as Ashe lifted her head and looked down at you with a soft smile. “But I know something that can help you get to know me if you’d like.”

Just by the suggestive tone, it made you shed a smile in amusement. Ashe couldn’t help but admire it. Never once had she seen you smile and it worked wonders on her heart; palpitating and echoing in her ears.

So, ever so slowly and hesitantly, you stood on your tippy toes and kissed her. Soft and delicate, just the way she knew you to be. She followed your pace, allowing you to take control. Something you never thought possible for the power-hungry criminal. Gripping her jaw, you gently pulled down and pushed your tongue past her lips. Feeling her press further into your chest; seeking more of what you had to offer her.

Her hands fell to your waist, nails scrapping against your flesh; pulling you closer. But as she leaned forward, you leaned back. She could feel your lips curving into a grin as you kissed her just as passionately as she had dreamed of. One of your hands comes up to cup her cheek and brush your thumb against her cheekbone.

But the last thing she expected was your free hand to slither between the two of you and cup her sex. The touch made Ashe part with a shaky exhale. Eyes trailing from where your hand rested up to your eyes that held nothing but mischief. A smirk grew on her lips as she leaned and said, “you are full of surprises, Y/n.”

Your fingers moved; small circular shapes into her clit as Ashe moaned. Bracing her hands on the tiled walls, trapping you as you leaned back into the wall. Enjoying the beautiful view of this beautiful woman break apart by your doing. If you got this much power over her, then you might just enjoy yourself.

Ashe couldn’t help herself when she leaned forward again, seeking your lips. But found you to avoid them with a devilish grin on them. “Did you think I was innocent, Ashe?” You inquired, letting your other hand wrap around her throat. Eliciting a gasp from the much older woman. “I wanna hear those pretty sounds before I give myself to you.”

Pressing past her entrance, Ashe attempted to bow her head, but you stopped her. The hand holding her throat tightened and forced her half-lidded eyes to look up at you. “I wanna see those beautiful eyes.” Her heart jumped.

Your fingers thrusted into her rapidly and held no mercy. Thumb doing rough brush strokes on her clit that was needing more and more of you with each. But from the build-up on Ashe’s end and the way you looked, she fell apart way too fast. But by God, it was the greatest feeling she had felt in years.

Her knees nearly buckled under the mind-blowing orgasm with her hands clenching into fists. Hips jutting forward, trying to keep the rhythm you had set. But that did nothing to stop you as your fingers kept the same pace until she was trembling and gasping for breaths. Uncontrollable moans fell from her lips as one of her hands gripped your waist. A signal you understood and slowed down, helping her back down from her high.

Soon, she was panting, feeling the aftershocks of the high. Eyes looking up at you and finding you admiring her. It was a different side of you she had no idea possible from you. But she knew she wanted. She wanted every single thing you had to offer her. Nothing more and nothing less.

Both of your hands came up and held her face. Smiling softly as the woman stared back at you, sparing a tired smile.

Leaning forward, you kissed her nose. “Now, you can have me, baby.”

[sashavoskresensky-cursed]

Who: Sasha Voskresensky & Aziel Gordy When: 6 June, 1989 Where: Racquet & Tennis Club, NYC Type: Closed

Concerto No. 4 in F minor, Op. 8, RV 297, "Winter" (L'inverno) III

The ball connects with the face of his racquet with force, sending it cleanly back across the court. Sasha quickly returns to the balls of his feet, poised and ready for the anticipated return volley. But it never comes. Instead, the ball is swiftly smashed toward his partner's racquet. Sasha doesn't need to call out; he knows instinctively that it will be met with the same determination and precision as his own shot had been.

When the game ended and they emerged victorious once again, he smiled, "Now, now, Carl. We mustn't let our prehistoric natures get the better of us." He watched as Carl glared, facing away and mumbling what he thought Sasha wouldn't be able to hear, but Sasha did. Such a shame. He didn't enjoy drinking from such dirty mouths. Profanity really was such a cheap modern thing, contributing to a coarsening of discourse and eroding standards of civility. So, no, he wouldn't enjoy drinking from him later, but he'd definitely enjoy taking one more potty mouth out of New York's elite society.

"I hope I can still count on you to attend dinner next weekend. It'll be such a shame not to have Helen there as well; Merida was really looking forward to meeting her." Taking Carl's subtle acknowledgment as agreement, he turned his attention to Peter, Carl's partner. "And are you absolutely certain you can't make it, Peter?" If Peter declined, another seat would need to be filled, a decision he would leave to the events of the upcoming week to guide. "Aziel, I'll meet you in the Steam Room in twenty. But first, I need to cool off…" It was an ironic statement for a vampire to make, but old habits, even ancient ones, were always the hardest to change.

After shedding his tennis attire and slipping into his swimwear, Sasha gracefully made his way toward one of the club's two indoor swimming pools. His movements were deliberate, clean, and precise, a reflection of the meticulous nature ingrained within him. This was his time to ponder the impending meeting with Aziel. Earlier discussions with Merida had solidified their mutual agreement: Aziel needed to ingratiate himself further with Celeste. If they hoped to succeed in their mission to eliminate Dracula, disposing of her first was imperative. They couldn't afford to face him with Celeste, his ever-loyal guard dog, by his side—or partner, depending on perspective—still obstructing their path.

Reaching the end of the pool, Sasha paused for a moment before effortlessly hoisting himself out and draping a towel around his waist. After swiftly rinsing off the pool chemicals, he re-toweled himself and headed toward one of the steam rooms tucked away at the back of the club—the one where he always met Aziel. Sliding onto a bench beside his fellow vampire, Sasha took a moment before addressing him. "So, what do you have for me tonight, Aziel?"

[gotta-pet-em-all]

If nothing else, the culture shock of visiting Alola gives Elle a lot more sympathy for Ren and his cousins.

For one thing, strangers just straight up approach and talk to her. Small talk and local gossip, asking where she’s from and if she’s planning to attend the concert, what a cute pokemon she has, and on and on. It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest, and after the third time freezing up because she doesn’t know what to say, she just plows her way to the pokecenter, repeating, “I have an appointment to keep.”

Another thing? People just walk around in their swimwear. Usually with some form of cover-up, but this is definitely an island region, and it shows. She feels a little overdressed, with no swim trunks or sheer cover up or anything.

Cari keeps her from going off course, though, even with her head full of thoughts from the airport. She really needs to sit down and process that, but alas, they’re headed to separate destinations.

At least the pokemon center isn’t too crowded-- and oh, thank fuck, it’s air conditioned. Elle sets down her luggage near a bench, turns her phone camera to take a selfie, and hesitates. She kind of looks like she’s been through the wringer; travel does that to her body.

Instead, she decides to take a minute to collect herself, and messages Ren’s account. Hey, I made it to the pokemon center! Want me to send a pic so you’ll recognize me?

@chaos-cousins

[hirik0]

Catch me if you can part 3

Ghost/Roach

That Roach and Rudy live in the same building was pure coincident, like their friendship and that apperantly they can still stand each after working together for up to 8 hours in the offuce. They agreed on a no cricket outside of work rule and a big part in this friendship is that they are both unhealty opssed with a celebrity so they bound because of that. Roach with no prior knowledge of water polo now knows everythink about the mexican Waterpolo star Alejandro Vargas and water polo thanks to Rudy and Rudy, can give a list of movies and TV shows Simon Riley played in with roll and in chronological order. So they spend a lot of time inside, either to watch water polo matches or thinks with Simon Riley in them. Roach even bought a magazine ones because Vargas was on it modeling swimwear for men. This weekend is no exepsion in the back ground water polo is playing while the two are cooking together. Them rewatching the match because of time zones. Roach is cutting the vegtables while Rudy is reading over the curry recepy they are trying.

"Sounds easy enough", Rudy says, both of them not that skilled cooks, but it is improving since they decided to always cook something for the weekend. He starts to wash the rice, the comentary of the game interupped by the constant chop, of Roach failing to cut the vegetabels in to even pieces. He shrugs, when there are no gigantic pieces left, that must be good enough. The vegetable are put in a bwol thats placed next to the stove top so Rudy can put them in the pan. Roach eyes the collection of diffrent spices and herbs, that are filling the counter. They never used that many spices and herbs before or roasted them themselves, so this is the point where everything can go wrong. Do to Raoch beeing terrible with frying anything, hes way better at meals that go into the stove its Rudys job to brown the vegetables as well.

"What you thing about working together with Valeria Graza?", Roach asks, while Rudy is purring oil in the scillet. He shrugs, becasue what is there really to say, they will work with her for two weeks and they dont know her, besids her remark in the e-mail that rubbed them the wrong way.

"You up to playing videogames later?", Rudy is asking while pushing the vegetable around in the skillet to make sure they evenly brown.

"Wanted to go for a walk after lunch, after that sure", Roach answers putting the empty bowl in the sink. Rudy nods, putting the last of the veggies in the bowl, before he puts the onions in to caramelise, what ever that means. After pushing the onions around for a while he puts all the spices in the scilet before putting the broth and tomatos and vegtables in. They both look at the recipe again before hopeing for the best and Rudy sarting to cook the rice. The smell of their try on curry is filling the kitchen and it smeels delicous.

"I guess you did that really good", Roach is praising when Rudy is covering the skillet so the dish can finish.

"I think too, but im still sceptical you can handle the spice.", Rudy agrees but cant keep the teasing out after Roach struggelt with eating something that had one chilli in it. Roach punshes him against the arm rolling his eyes annoyed, this was one time and he infact is able to eat all more spicy dishes they cooked. Rudy laughs at this, knowing that Roach will give him shit for breaking the copie mashien at work, what was not his fault in the first place. The commentator is annoncing that Alejandro Vargas team is about to start its match of the day and Rudy autimaticly looks towards TV, trying to get a glance on his favorite player.

"Today with out Vargas, how has to be benched for medical reasons" It comes out of the TV and Rudy frowns, when he checked all the social media apps, everythink looked fine. Roach gives him a sympethatic smile if he was obsessed with an athlet he also would be disapointed if they would not show up.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Shuuya Kano X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: MC and the whole Mekakushi Dan enjoyed the summer on the beach, where the mischievous 3rd member decided to tease MC.

Word Count: 1,152

"It's hot" You placed an arm above your head as you looked at the sun, sweat kept appearing on your whole face. "Is it?" An orange-haired female sat beside you on the bench, she looked at you in ecstatic. "Yes, it's too much" You replied as you gulped some saliva. "Then, how about we go to the beach?" Momo inquired, happiness filled in her tone. "Sounds good, Momo" You smiled at her as you removed your arm from above your face. "Let's go inform the others then!" She let out a giggle as she stood up from her seat, grabbed your hand then took a run toward your home. You giggled alongside her.

After preparing some needed stuff for the beach, you, Momo, and Shintaro made your way outside the house. Everyone agreed on having fun at the beach since the season is perfect for this. Summer, though it's hot, everyone still enjoys the season. "Hurry up, oniichan!" Momo called on her brother as she opened the door. "Yeah, yeah" He grumbled as he walked towards the entrance with his hand rubbing the back of his head, expression probably annoyed. "Here they are" Once Momo opened the door, the whole Mekakushi Dan, and Ayano, were in front of the house. "Hi!" Ayano greeted as she flashed each of you a smile, hands behind her back. "Let's get going," Kido told them with her hands inside her pocket. "Yes!" You nodded at her then happily exited the house.

The whole Dan, with you and Ayano in addition, were walking towards a local beach resort nearby the city. While on the journey, you would probably notice that Kido and Kano fight more often. With Kano teasing and pissing Kido off, which will be beaten up later. Seto and Mary are having a normal talk. Ene, in her human form, and Momo starts to annoy Shintaro. Ayano trying to calm the short-tempered Shintaro. While Konoha and Hibiya don't seem to care much. You also heard Hibiya keep murmuring about 'this is such a drag' and 'they are so immature'. You just chuckled at your friends' unusual behavior, you were also impressed that they all get along together, but not that much.

"Wow! It's beautiful!" Momo and Ene said in awe simultaneously. "It sure is" Ayano seconded. The wind passed by your group as your hair flew away with the wind. "Come on, [Name]-chan. Let's go!" A certain blonde grabbed your wrist and then pulled you towards the beach. "W-w-wait a minute! Kano!" You yelled at him, face flushed because he was holding you. He just looked back at you and flashed you a grin, you can't help but smile back. The others followed the two of you as they settled the things at a nearby hut. They quickly changed into swimwear but still at the hut. "Kano, I'm still not in swimwear" You crossed your arms and then gave him a glare. "Oh come on [Name]-chan. Join me in the water" The male waved at you. He was in the water already, while you were watching him from afar. You are still in your [f/c] t-shirt and black denim, and you don't want to wet your clothes, especially your shoes. "I'll go change, and you Mr. Deceive, you come with me," You told him then went to the hut. "Okay~" He said in a sing-song tune then obeyed your orders.

Momo, Ene, and Ayano are in two pieces, while Marry and Kido are in swimsuits. They don't like to show much skin, and that's why Kano is teasing them when you and him go back to the hut to get your swimwear. Hibiya, Seto, Shintaro and Konoha are already in their swim shorts. Ayano successfully convinced the stubborn Shintaro to change. Now, only you and the cheerful #3 of the Dan are left who is still not in swimwear. "[Name]-chan~ What kind of bikini you've got?" Kano crept behind you while you were searching for your swimwear. "G-g-ghie! Don't do that again, Kano!" You scolded him when you suddenly felt a shiver run down your spine after Kano's statement, your face turned blue for a while as your shoulders started tingling. You were currently holding a [f/c] two-piece. "Oh~? So [Name]-chan isn't shy enough to show much skin?" He placed his index finger and thumb on his chin, examining the two pieces in your hands. "Unlike Marry and Kido" He laughed, but then he was kicked on his left rib. You looked at him and he was already lying on the floor, hands on his injured rib while his face showed agony. You felt like laughing but suppressed it, you looked to your right and saw an angry Kido. Her eyes are burning with fire. "U-uh..." You sweat-dropped.

After you change, you exit the shower room then see that they are already playing in the water. Speaking of water, when you exited the shower room a moment later, a bucket of water fell straight on your head, wetting your whole body in the process. "Iya~ A perfect way to wet you first before you go swimming~" You heard the prankster's voice filled with mischief. You were already shaking in anger, clenching the empty bucket on your head, you threw it at Kano. "Oops! That was close" He grinned when he evaded the incoming bucket and then went away, running. "Get back here you brat!" You yelled in anger, trying to chase the mischievous cat-boy. "Hahaha! I'm older than you, as you can see!" He laughed then went to the water. You gritted your teeth and then followed him there.

The two of you were chasing on the beach, splashing each other water and laughing. "Gotcha!" You tackled the blonde boy on the shallow water, your arms around his waist. "Hahaha!" Kano laughed and then looked at you. You sat on his stomach then gathered some sand in your hand, you smirked at him. "Revenge time~" You cheered then covered his face with sand. After your fun, in which you filled his whole face with sand, he stood up with made you fall on your rear. He wiped away the sand on his face and then looked at you. He grinned at you and you smiled cheekily at him. "Do you like summer, [Name]-chan?" He asked you then helped you stand up. "Yes. Especially when I'm with my friends" You replied then wiped some sand that was left on his cheeks. "Especially when I'm with you~" You took a peck on his lips which caught him off guard. "Let's join the others, shall we?" You offered your hand to him. "Sure" He grabbed your hand and then ran to where the others were. Special summer love on the beach.

[inkyquince]

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Eden (Male Reader with Feminization, Noncon turned Dubcon, Breeding)

He couldn’t help it. It was your fault. Everything was your fucking fault. Leading him on with that smile, that helpful attitude, that fucking glimmer in your eyes. It made something in his stomach twist, and made his heart hammer in his chest… Made his cock swell in his stained school trousers.

You’re just some little shit that sits in front of him in History class, how dare you do any of this to him. Especially since you’re trying to make him think… Trying to make him… He… He isn’t gay. He doesn’t like guys. That’s for Briar who lets horny classmates hump his thighs, or Leighton, who won’t stop fucking looking at him in the changing rooms, or Harper, who loves daring everyone to kiss, quivering in his seat.

He isn’t like that. Eden likes women. The ones in those dirty magazines, with hairless pussies and big tits. He’d jerk his cock at the pictures, thinking about when he gets to finally fuck. Groping the bouncy breasts and fucking the squishy cunts, and loosing himself in the feeling of being fully taken into someone. He wanted to fuck women.

So why was this little shit making him feel all this stuff?

He was so nice. The only person who gave Eden a proper smile when passing in the hallways. Gave him his spare pen once.Gave him a flash of your ass when changing into your swim shorts and it wasn’t his fault for popping a stiffy. You’ve… You’ve got a girl’s ass!

So, why would anyone blame him? Anyone would do it if they were led on like he was.

The wet slapping that echoed around the locker room was so loud, loud enough that anyone else would be worried that someone would come investigate. Not Eden. Not when he’s got you where he wants you. In stolen swimwear, folded over the bench as his cock fucked your virgin ass over and over again. You trusted him. Stupid bastard, you trusted him. Why would you stay back after the rest when he asked you? He hated swimming, but he was good at it. Maybe he should have asked you to the lake for a breaststroke practise session, and fucked you against one of the rocks. At least then the smell of chlorine wouldn’t be irritating him as much. It would also be cute watching you struggle not to gulp down lake water as you struggled to maintain a grip, wet and fucked open and your cock struggling not to cum, like it was now.

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[nowwhatteam]

In eight grade i was in this group that went to academic competitions against other schools. One time we wont and one of the prizes was that we won a day to hang out and play around in a pool.

Ive always been fat and as a 13 yo having to put on swimwear and go to a pool with everyone was the opposite of a good time. I sat in some bench and told the teacher my tummy hurt so i wouldnt have to go in.

Then some girl who was there to bring something to her little brother saw me on her way out and asked me why i didnt go in with everyone else. I just said i wasnt feeling well. Now, this girl was only a year older than me but still she must have picked up on what was going on.

I ended up admitting that i didnt want to put on a suimsuit and she said something to the words of "you wont even remember what your body looked like now, but you'll remember missing out on the fun"

I just randomily remembered this and teared up. This girl was just as much as a kid as i was, she had never talked to me before, and her first response was to be encouraging.

I dont know her name but this never left my memory. Girls arent born like this, but the way we are raised + growing up in a world that treats women Like This teaches us a different kind of empathy i think.

Theres no point to this i just never told it to anyone and i needed someone to know it. Also dont let anyone tell you that girl friendships are fake and dont believe the "actually the ones criticizing women are always other women" talk. Its not true. You wont ever know a deeper bond than girls you never seen in your life trying to help you when youre all in a bathroom together.