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BEACH DAY ꒰⚘݄꒱ BLUE LOCK

SYNOPSIS: as a manager during the nel, a well-deserved rest was needed. what better way to rest than a fun day in the hot summer air, in a bikini, at the beach?

note: this was originally a special for 100k reads on my wattpad book found (which u should SO read btw #shamelesspromo) but to avoid confusion i edited out a lot of mentions of the manager characters who were included in this short! i really hope you all enjoy!

TODAY

is a completely regular day of fun outings. Shidou had (in)formally organised a beach trip, something you decided would be a good idea. The NEL has been stressful on all of you, whether it be you and the other managers, the players, or even coaches—taking a good day off seemed to be a good idea.

So, you were heading to the beach.

The place where women can wear skimpy bikinis without being called promiscuous names (it would happen anyway—but in a perfect world everybody would mind their own business) and the place where strange men (some of those men may happen to be named Otoya and Aiku) would check out the local fauna dressed in said skimpy bikinis.

It was a fun day of splashing around in the waves, ignoring all problems present in your life, and unwinding in the grainy sand. You miss it. That is why, even though you're sure this will happen to end up in disaster, you agreed.

So, this is what got you in this predicament now—thirty minutes before you had to get there with a ten minute trip driving—that was all that was left for you to remember everything.

Swimming outfit. A change of clothes. Sandals that won't trap sand. What else...

You ponder as you stare down at your duffel bag, filled with everything you need. Money—food stalls at the beach were always ridiculously expensive for no apparent reason, Floaties—you never know when somebody might just need some abrupt saving. Towels—plenty of towels, A robe—you'll probably be a little chilly when you get out of the water.

Apart from the obvious essentials like hair ties, deodorant, sunscreen, keys and whatever other odd things you need whenever you go out—you think you're good to go.

You take a good look at your swimsuit. You haven't worn it in a while. A simple black two-piece with each front piece of fabric being held together with two silver rings—it's a little smaller than you would've liked, but you don't own any other kind, so you decide to just go with it.

You roll up your towel nicely and tuck it into your bag, then zip it up. You stare down at the fat duffel bag that is practically bursting at the seams. You are ready to take on the final boss—the beach.

You stand in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulling at the tight elastic band of your bikini. It digs into your skin slightly. Hissing through your teeth—you decide it's nothing, and quickly make your way outside.

With your bag under your arm, you walk out and look around. Two of the other manager girls said they'd saved a spot underneath a bright purple umbrella. It takes little effort to spot it in all its neon glory.

They both sit atop a beach towel, with odd things like sunscreen, keys, and waterproof mascara all scattered around them. You wave a little before you sit down on a part of the towel, taking in the sight of the beautiful beach.

Children running around, adults chasing after them—some guy was even getting told off in the middle of the waves for losing his swim trunks. All in all, the beach was positively bursting with rich energy.

You missed this. You haven't felt this calm in a good while. Dealing with all those rowdy boys vying for your attention—it took a toll on you.

Too bad this peace would not last for too long.

Your phone dings. You pick it up and press on the notification—it's a snap from Shidou. You hesitantly click on the picture and it's a closeup of his left eye—but in the background, you can see the side of the building you had just changed inside, and a shirtless Otoya is trying to kick at somebody.

You don't even have the chance to properly react when a loud yell interrupts your thoughts. You snap your head towards the sound so fast your neck aches—the source was Rin on the floor while, even though a second ago a phone should've been in his hand, Shidou is jumping him.

A smart, sassy quip and loud groans erupts from both you and the other manager girls—you slap your phone down and squeeze your face in your hands.

Perhaps this is the start of doomsday, you think as the overly massive group starts making their way towards you and your blaring purple target of a neon umbrella.

"[name]!!" Bachira crashes into you—with the way he knocks you both to the sandy ground, he should be playing rugby instead of soccer—and rubs his cheek against yours like a loving cat. "I'm so excited to see you again! You never come by our stratum!!"

He's flat on top of you and the stares you're receiving start to grow uncomfortable. You push back at his chest but he simply opts to sneak his arms around your shoulders, "Bachira...!! Let me... get up..."

It takes the brute force of Barou King Shoei to remove his figure from latching onto yours. With a twitching brow and eyes that could stab daggers into Bachira—a small laugh unintentionally escapes your lips when he talks, "You're all sandy, you disgusting bug. If you get all that sand on the towel, I'll seriously kill you."

Bachira is being held up by the scruff of his water suit like a cat. He dangles in the air and flings himself at Barou next—"Fight me, king!"

"YOU—!!!"

Ignoring the upcoming brawl on the ground, you step over the two and you find your way towards...

"Hello, Isagi."

Your voice seems to make him jump—his eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your face and he looks far too nervous to be speaking to you. "O—Oh... Hello, [name]...! It's good to see you again..."

He's trembling and making such intense eye contact that you wonder if he's okay. His fists are clenched hard beside his body and you think he might just about have a heart attack. "Are you... okay?"

He answers a little too quickly, "Yes! I'm fine, haha, why would you worry about me? I'm totally good! Best I've ever been! Why would you ask? I look okay, right? Well, I gotta go now! I'll see you later, [name]!"

He runs off like he's a high school girl who's just had her first conversation with her senior crush. I can't tell if he's insecure about how he looks or worried about being disrespectful to me.

Maybe it's a mix of both. Isagi is on the slimmer side, compared to guys like Barou. Even though I know he's not, he looks like he's on steroids.

And Isagi's always been worried about being disrespectful to you—worried about overstepping boundaries and making you uncomfortable—at least when he's in his usual, clear state of mind. There's no telling what he's thinking when he stares down at you late at night after a good game with that overconfident, egotistical smirk.

Anyways—he's rushed away by now, and you're just standing here looking all stupid. Oh well. At least you're not alone for too long, because your attention is quickly stolen away by a certain trio.

Karasu, Otoya, and Yukimiya all come up to you—only one bothers to wave or even smile (there's no surprise he's a model—he's seriously gorgeous, you note when glancing down at his torso).

"Hey." The sneaky ninja is not so sneaky anymore, because he doesn't even try and disguise the way he's staring at your chest. He gives you a thumbs up, to which you scowl, "Lookin' good."

"Get your eyes off my chest."

"Sicko." Karasu shakes his head with a disappointed expression. You deadpan.

"You too, stupid crow."

"Did your mothers not teach you respect?" Yukimiya clicks his tongue—eyes fluttering closed as he shakes his head. He soon turns his head towards you and he actually does make eye contact with you—a step above his two friends. "It's nice to see you, [name]. You look very nice. Ignore these two."

You promptly ignore the offended looks shot at the model—you opt to just stare, perhaps a little too dreamily (but you couldn't care less, really), and smile back, "It's nice to see you too, Yukki. Thank you, you look handsome today, too. I was planning on ignoring those two, anyways."

"Woah, that is seriously hurtful." Karasu places a hand over his bare chest where his heart would be. "Too bad I don't care."

You roll your eyes. "Of course you don't, stupid crow."

"Would you stop calling me that?"

"Would you stop staring at my boobs?"

He pauses. "Point taken."

Having Nagi cling to you during your time at Blue Lock is pretty hard already. Believe it or not, he's 6'2, and believe it or not, having a grown 6'2 man hanging off your side makes it pretty hard to get around.

Having a shirtless, messy-haired Nagi plant himself right on top of you and having his face smushed against the top of your chest is a little worse.

You can feel a burning stare at the back of your head. You're not sure if the stare Reo is giving you is directed at you or the snow-haired boy. (Perhaps it is both and he's just conflicted—you would understand).

"Nagi..." You push back at his head and slowly intertwine your fingers in the white locks. They're softer than you imagined, but the ends are unmistakably dead. You should cut it for him later. "Go swim or something."

You are disappointed (yet, not the slightest bit surprised) when he promptly shakes his head no and proceeds to dig his nose even deeper into your exposed skin. His voice is slightly muffled, but still plausibly understandable, "Nuh-uh. Dun' wanna."

Your eyes twitch. Perhaps you have been spoiling him a little too much—so much so he refuses to leave you be.

"'Cause I didn't wanna go, but then mmmm... uh—Reo told me you were gonna come... and it wouldn't be too much of a hassle if you stayed with me. Hadn't seen you in so long. Missed you."

Right. You forgot he told you that before, too. Perhaps you had been a bit too doting on Nagi—he's clingy-er than you remember. Or perhaps it had been similar to that saying, distance makes the heart grow fonder.

A loud shriek (it sounds far too girly to have come out of Nagi's mouth, but go figure) alerts you and you see Nagi has been grabbed backwards into a headlock by Barou King Shoei. Perhaps he had turned away from the villainous side since your last meeting with him, because right now, he's saved you twice, like a hero.

Nagi doesn't even fight the King's death grip—he flops like a dead fish and it looks rather funny seeing it so closely. Nagi is taller, yet much lankier than Barou, who looks like a bodybuilder compared to the lazy snowhead.

"You're kicking sand all over the towel, Mr Hassleman." Barou snarls and jerks Nagi's head back. The boy doesn't react other than wearing his little :x face. "Go swim it off. Now."

Nagi does not make any visible effort to move. Barou still holds him like a ragdoll in his grip when he turns to look at you—you laugh a little and move your sunhat out of your eyes. "Hi, Barou. It's nice to see that you came. I didn't think you'd like the beach."

He looks a lot different with his hair down, you note. But in a good way. Fallen beneath his shoulders—you wonder why he does not wear it this way more often. He still holds his signature forever pissed-off expression, "What the hell is that supposed to mean? You think I'm incapable of having fun?"

You pause, with a small grin. "Yeah, kinda."

He gives you a deadpan expression. "You're the same as always, you shit manager."

"I thought our relationship had progressed to the point we'd gotten past these mean names." You place a hand over your chest, a cheeky smile on your lips with a faux-hurt expression. You didn't usually joke around like this—it wasn't really your thing—but he was just far too easy of a target to tease. "I'm hurt, King."

He cocks a brow—you see Nagi trying to wriggle around now, and it's good to know he didn't actually die—"Seriously? Didn't think you were the type of person to care."

"Doesn't matter now. You're gonna swim, right?" With a nod of his head, you break away from his sharp stare and give him a small wave with a closed-eye smile. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Oh yeah—by the way, you look good with your hair down. You should do it more often. Anyways, see you later."

You do not catch the half-hearted wave Nagi sends you—which was just him flopping his arm up in the air—nor do you catch the look Barou throws over his shoulder at you, "... Not too bad yourself."

He says, but you do not catch it.

Nagi stares up at the man with a blank expression, "Who knew you were all sweet on our manager, huh, King?"

The King in question growls like an animal and tosses Nagi into the ocean like a ragdoll, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Beach volleyball?" Chigiri stares with confusion in his bright pink eyes as Kurona sits on Gagamaru's shoulders—setting up the tall net. His hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and his bangs fall over his eyes. "Are you serious?"

His head turns to yours when you shrug, "Why not? Beach volleyball is super fun. It's not like you guys can play soccer on the sand."

Chigiri pauses to think your words over for a second. You give him the most empty stare you can muster before you speak, "You really can't play soccer on the sand, Chigiri."

"Well, still. Are you gonna play?"

You shake your head and spare him a small smile. "No, I think I'll pass on this one. I'd like to see you play, though. You seem like you'd be really good at volleyball."

He gives you a pretty smile and shakes his head. "Oh, I don't know. I wasn't really planning to play either. I was honestly just thinking of sitting down with you and just relaxing."

"Oh, but I really would like to see you play. I bet you'd be better than anybody else out there, Hyoma." Not to be brass or anything, but you like to think you know a good amount about Chigiri—including how to get him to do what you'd like: Fan his ego. Or to put it in better words, praise him. "I think you'd look pretty cool."

You give him the nicest smile you can muster, and you're sure that's what seals the deal. He turns his head away from yours—yet you can practically sense the smirk he now holds—"Well, if you really think so, why not?"

You laugh a little as he walks onto the court, and each side with six players—even if in official beach volleyball, there were only two on each side, this was the most unofficial game you've ever really witnessed.

Otoya and Karasu are jumping on each other's shoulders in an effort to block the spikes—it only ends in the one on top tumbling to the ground and Yukimiya shaking his head in an I'm not mad, just disappointed motion.

Bachira is using his feet to play, kicking the ball up even when his hands were a completely more viable option—you think this is illegal, but who are you to judge—and Shidou is doing the same thing, except he... is hogging the ball. You aren't even sure how you hog the ball in volleyball, but he's managing it.

Rin is the one who manages to get it away from him but it only ends up in another tussle—something you do not bother to stop because one of the manager are already running toward them with a can of hairspray (which, if you were not previously aware, has the same effect as pepper spray if directed into the eyes).

You loll your head back and let out a heavy sigh. This beach day was going better than you had expected—still, your group by far had gained the most traction from how loud you all ended up being. You've gotten countless stink-eyes from old people, especially when Shidou yells out profanities in the vicinity of little children.

You wonder if the police may get called on you all. Maybe you should pretend you're not in their group as a last-ditch effort if it does end up happening.

You are broken out of your thoughts by a small, almost nervous greeting, "Um... hey, [name]."

You look to where the source of the sound came from—you get an eyeful of Isagi's bare torso before you see his face. He's looking off to the side awkwardly as if the mere action of looking at you would be purgatory, and he looks like he doesn't know what to do with his hands so he grips the end of his swimming shorts awkwardly. It's cute.

"Hi, Isagi." You smile. You shuffle over to create a little more room on the towel you are sitting on. You pat the free spot beside you and nudge your head towards him, "Come sit."

Obediently—you didn't expect him to move so fast—he sits beside you. He still looks stiff and nervous, so you ask him what's up. He responds, quickly but much quieter than his usual calm tone, "I was... um... ah, this is so stupid..."

He sucks in a deep breath of air and turns his back towards you. It's a little more built than you imagined. "I was... just gonna ask if you could put sunscreen on my back... I can't reach, and I trust you more than the... others."

You can practically feel the way his face burns up from how his voice cracks and grows more hushed with every word. To save him from the embarrassment, you decide to spare him from teasing words. "Sure. I don't mind. I'm glad you trust me, Isagi."

The words come out a little more sultry than you intended as you test the waters and place your fingertips on his bare shoulders. He shivers. You can feel it.

You spread the sunscreen all over his back—he places his face in his hands as you work your hands a little lower. When your fingertips brush against the waistband of his shorts he has to bite back a small groan. This was utterly humiliating for him—seriously, this was sad.

You're not completely oblivious to this fact, so in a menial act of pity for the poor guy, you try and finish up as quickly as possible—if only to save him from the embarrassment.

It feels far too intimate to be just a friendly gesture. He wonders if you feel that way too. You lightly rest your palms on his tense shoulders when you are done, sitting on your knees and leaning your face near his own, "Done."

He'd be lying if he said his heart didn't skip a beat. He swallows thickly, blunt nails digging into his palms as he shuffles around so he faces you. The words that come out of his mouth are a little shakier than he would've liked, "T... Thanks... [name]."

The smile you have plastered on your face is nothing short of pretty, he thinks. "No problem. You can come to me if you need anything, okay?"

Why do you have to say things like that, [name]?

Isagi gives you a small nod, and practically forces a wavy smile onto his lips. "Yeah... You're really helpful, you know that?"

You laugh. "I know."

The mood between you two is calm and the strange tension from before has dissipated. You're smiling from ear to ear, about to say something—when Isagi's demeanour changes completely. You're not too sure why, but he seems to spot something behind you and his eyes completely shift.

Gone is the meek and shy boy, and in his place is a coy, smiling man. He places a hand on your upper arm—it makes you jolt and look at him in surprise. A second ago, he couldn't even look you in the eye, and now, he was shuffling closer towards you like it was the most natural thing ever.

"Anything, right?" He finally speaks, and he moves his hand up, away from your arm and it lightly traces underneath your jaw. He looks deeply into your eyes, but still keeps glancing behind you. "Can I do this?"

You do not get a chance to ask what this happens to be—although, it does not take a genius to figure it out, and you are no genius—or even spare him an answer before he grabs your hardcover novel and holds it up in front of where the two of your lips meet—covering your kiss from the other players that surround you all.

He doesn't dare take this further than a small kiss—yet, it wouldn't be considered a simple peck either. His hand holds the underside of your jaw lightly and tilts your head up so he can easily feel you and the back of the hard-cover book feels cool against your cheek.

You'd like to believe the reason your cheeks are on fire is from the blaring heat of the sun shining down on you—even though you are underneath the shade of that purple umbrella. His lips taste sweet, like a fruity drink. You think a stall nearby is serving something similar to that.

You can feel his smile against your lips, and he seems to be all too happy to have you like this. He tilts your face forward and your body has to follow—to the point you practically collapse into his lap. It feels much more intimate now that you can feel his bare skin against your own.

Isagi moves his hand down from your jaw down toward your waist, holding you taut against him and letting his fingertips rest in the dip of your back.

You finally end up moving backwards, and your sunhat almost falls off your head—Isagi quickly readjusts it when he pulls away. He gives you a sweet smile—though, it grows more cocky when he glances behind you again—and says, "You really are helpful, [name]."

You blush a little but still retain that same smile when his hands trace down your spine gently, romantically. "I know."

Isagi joins in on the beach volleyball fun with Nagi after Rin and Shidou leave in favour of taking a dip in the sea (you think you hear Shidou saying something about skinny-dipping, and you pray to every god imaginable you heard wrong), so you are left to yourself once more.

You are perfectly content. Your sunhat lay on the towel beside you and your legs are peeked out in the sun—reading your book where you last left off.

Your life is perfectly calm until it is not.

Hands suddenly cover your vision and all you see is darkness. You jerk your head up and are about to say something when a heavily accented voice suddenly rings out throughout your ears, "Guess who?"

You could recognise that voice in your sleep from how often it haunts your dreams. You recognise that voice even before you hear it. You slump down where you sit, letting out a heavy, almost tired sigh. "Kaiser..."

"Ah! How did you guess it so easily, hübsches Mädchen?" He removes the hands blocking your vision and he suddenly plops himself down, right in front of you—of course, his little guard dog is right by his side, sporting his usual guileless expression. "Perhaps you think of me far too often, hm? Also, I told you to call me Michael. We are closer than that, no?"

You shake your head, eyes slightly squinted at him. "I don't know about that. Hello, Ness."

The puppy-dog boy waves his hand at you, clearly delighted. "Hello, [name]!"

Kaiser looks annoyed at this interaction. He scoffs, rolling his electric blue eyes and waving you off mindlessly, lashes fluttering closed, "Whatever. I cannot believe you're just reading at the beach."

You raise a brow. "What's wrong with that?"

He picks up the book by its spine and tosses it nonchalantly on the towel beside you, lips curled downwards into a sneer, "It's terribly dorky. You look like a huge dork."

"You sound like you care about that more than me."

"I don't want my love interest to look like a huge geek. Appearances matter a lot, you know." Yeah, you make that really clear. He abruptly stands up—Ness scrambles to get up as well—and looks down at you, finger curling upwards towards you like he's beckoning you to follow him. "Come on."

You blink with your nose scrunched up. "Excuse me?"

He coughs into a closed fist, looking up at the bright blue sky so he doesn't have to meet your gaze. He still holds a hand out to you, "Come on. Don't keep me waiting."

You're so shocked that you actually find yourself following after him—though, you do not take his outstretched hand and it is left hanging awkwardly. Ness would've taken it.

Your sandals flop on the sand as you walk down the beach, past families and couples and people simply wanting to tan—you follow behind Kaiser in silence while Ness walks beside you. You hope people don't think of you three as a throuple. That would absolutely not be good for your image whatsoever.

You pause as soon as you realise exactly where he is leading you. He's stepped halfway into the water when you halt your movements right before the splash of a wave hits your toes.

"Yeah, no thanks." You abruptly turn on your heel and proceed to try and make a getaway—you don't get too far until Ness grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards. You tumble into him—somehow, he doesn't fall over and only grabs your upper arms in his hands with a frantic expression.

"Please, [name]! Kaiser really wants to swim with you!"

Kaiser hisses through his teeth lowly and stares at Ness like he's just cursed out his mother, "What the hell, Ness?! I never said that!"

The small boy does not make it very subtle when he gasps in shock. Ness slaps his hands over his mouth and shakes his head—his voice is muffled when he speaks, but you can still understand slightly, "I—I never said that! Nobody said that!"

He's so embarrassed the poor boy rushes into the water and disappears beneath the waves. You wonder if he has become one with the sea. In the distance, you can see Kurona and Hiori chilling on a large unicorn floatie—with drinks and colourful straws—that should've only been able to fit one person.

You and Kaiser are now just staring at each other in very much awkward silence. You take a languid step back. "Well... If you don't want to swim..."

Once again, you do not get the chance to dash away because he's grabbed you and pulled you into his grasp before you could even react. You look at him with wide eyes—but you're practically putty in his hands when he bends down and clasps his arms over the back of your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder like a menial sack of potatoes.

Your sandals fall off your feet as soon as you find yourself tucked over him—you let out a very loud, very offended, very embarrassed gasp of shock, "What the hell... ?! Kaiser—put me down! Sick bastard!"

Your words have no visible effect on him. Your head slumps down when you feel him walking, and your hair hangs over your head. You get a good eyeful of his back. He's also more muscular than you imagined. Makes sense why he could even do this. That doesn't mean you're not pissed, though.

You can't see his face, but you can practically envision his signature cocky smirk and how it paints his stupidly handsome features, "I'm all fine, hübsches Mädchen. Are you ready?"

Huh? Ready for what—!!!

You feel so indiscriminately stupid for even asking this question—you should've already known the answer—because you suddenly find yourself collapsing into the water, salt filling each of your senses and the loud noises of children screaming around you fading to muffled nothingness.

You jump up as fast as you can—you're just tall enough so you can stand with your chest above the waves. You start coughing to try and get the small amount of water you happened to swallow out of your system—your hair is now wet with the water and is suddenly heavier, and you're shivering cold.

Kaiser, the asshole he is, is laughing wildly at your expression. You push your hair away from your vision and you receive an earful of his—stupidly charming—laughter. His hands clamp over his mouth in a last-ditch effort to muffle himself, which only makes your face flush hotter with anger and your chest tightens.

You want to yell and scream into his face, but you choose the better way out. You puff your cheeks out and hold your breath as you dive back under, swimming behind him and slamming your foot into the back of his knees so that he tumbles forward, face-first into the water.

You've never felt prouder of yourself.

You bob your head back up and start to laugh wickedly now—it was his turn to look like a drowned rat. When his head comes above water, you can't help the tears of laughter that brim across your waterline when he gives you a deadpan, silently fuming glare.

His wet bangs cling to his face (somehow, it suited him—the mere thought made you feel a little angry, in the way that your stomach started to feel all weird and your heart skipped a beat or two) and his red eyeliner is smeared down his cheek. He pushes his blonde hair back, so that his damp bangs fall over his left eye and his hair is parted strangely to the side.

"Hmph." He looks away from your figure—you have to cling onto his shoulder to stop yourself from falling over, and your chest heaves up and down wildly to breathe. "I don't know what you find so funny."

You look up at him from your slumped position, eyes squinted upwards and you're practically sparkling with joy, "You... you look hilarious! Ahahaha—look at you! I can't—" Your words are cut off by your gasps for air.

Kaiser does not look the least bit impressed. He stares down at where your cheek is planted on the side of his neck, right where the blue rose lies. His hands stabilise you by falling into the small of your back—right where Isagi's fingertips once touched.

You finally regain your composure and move away from how you were practically pressed up against him—your cheeks are starting to hurt from how hard you were smiling, and you now sport a much calmer sort of grin when you stare up at him. "Ah... I'm sorry—don't look so mad—"

He rolls his eyes, which makes you chuckle, hands resting on his shoulders, "Oh come on... don't look at me like that... I'm sorry..." Your tone is far too playful to sound apologetic. He is slightly enjoying the attention you bestow upon him, but the thought makes his head hurt so he chooses not to reflect on it. "Michael..."

Fuck. His name sounds so nice coming out of your mouth.

He still keeps up the annoyed act, however, even when you grin up at him with that stupidly pretty, stupidly knowing look, "Don't be like that... I'm sorry, okay? What do you want me to do to make it up to you?"

The blonde pauses, blinking owlishly and looking down at you. You are still smiling, and he can feel your heart beating loudly in your chest. You almost look dazed, probably from your previous session of full-blown laughter.

His hands still rest lowly on your hips. He moves one and tilts your chin up with his thumb, "Hm." A smirk coils onto his lips and in an instant you can see the happiness that practically radiates off his being. "I think this will suffice, for now."

He leans forward, and suddenly, he is kissing you. Unlike Isagi—he wastes not a second to slip his tongue between your lips and kisses you as deeply and passionately as he can muster—it's so Kaiser, so him that it makes your stomach twist within itself.

His hands run down the side of your body—the places where his rough fingertips meet the skin that you usually cover with clothing make you jolt and goosebumps form on your wet skin.

His bangs tickle your cheek and despite how wet they are, they are soft. His left, tattooed hand finds itself on the side of your stomach and his blunt nails sink into the soft flesh—he grabs at whatever he can get his hands on. It's lowly and desperate and so unbefitting, so uncharacteristic of him—but in this moment, he can hardly find it within himself to care.

The hot sun beams down on you both and it causes your head to grow all hot and fuzzy—Kaiser's natural warm body heat is not helping either. You're feeling so much all at once that your hands unconsciously place themselves on his bare chest in a small attempt to create a sliver of distance between you two.

It does not work. Your torso leaves no room or gap as you're sunken into his arms—it makes him groan into your mouth and god, you almost feel sick to your stomach when you realise your first thought after hearing it is that you really want him to do it again.

You're not underwater anymore, but you might as well be. Every sense is muffled—the children screaming, the cool, glittery water that surrounds your bodies, even the blackness that clouds your closed-lidded vision—all you can feel is him, his tongue in your mouth and his hands running all over the smoothness of your skin.

Suddenly, you feel your lungs aching, and you realise you need air. You try to pull away—but his face follows yours like he's a mindless dog, and you could've laughed at it if you had not been so stripped of oxygen. You need air and yet he's kissing you like you are his air—it's a fact that makes your cheeks flush red hot.

The only option you can think of is the next action you take—you squeeze your hand out of where he presses your chests impossibly close and entangle them within his damp, blonde locks—tugging backwards and forcing him to leave the slightest amount of space between your mouths, so you can gasp for air.

Your hand tugging at Kaiser's long hair, hard, and you hotly panting into his mouth—he'd rather be caught dead than admit this aloud, but it doesn't feel half bad.

Your eyes crack open slightly, and you have to choke down a laugh when staring at his expression. His face is flushed bright red—compared to his usual pale complexion—and his squinted cerulean eyes are clouded with unmistakable desirable passionate lust.

"Scheiße, hübsches Mädchen." He curses lowly, chest rising and falling erratically as he pulls you in even closer—if that were possible. You can feel every ridge and bump of his hard torso against you and the smirk that pulls across his lips makes your heart pound. "You make my heart race."

When your breathing starts to even, he closes the gap between you both once more, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down—you whine into him and he kisses you softly as some sort of minor apology—you'd never hear the word sorry come out of his lips, after all. His hand dips down to trace up and down your spine, while the other rests below your ass.

He slides his lips away from yours, down your neck and he rests his face in the crook between your neck and shoulders—pressing languid, open-mouthed kisses against the salty skin. His hair falls over his shoulder and trickles into the water like molten honey—it flutters around in the sea and he looks stupidly gorgeous like this.

Now that he's not blocking your vision nor taking over each of your senses, you can see now see the distant figures of your friends all playing together in the sea, including that of Isagi. He's talking together with the others and having fun while you're over here, making out with one of his most hated rivals.

Still, you can't find it within yourself to give it a second thought when his teeth sink into your neck, and his hands tighten around your upper thighs. He lifts his head after you whimper a little and push him back—he follows where your eyes lead and you're sure he also happens to see the head of your dear friend.

The smile that curls across his lips is nothing short of dangerous. "Oh, is that Yoichi? Are you worried about him seeing us?" You do not give him a verbal answer, but the way you look down and the way your lips tremble gives him everything he needs. "How cute. No worries."

He lifts his face and all you can see is him. His hair falls over his shoulder and his bangs tickle your cheek once more. His touch is undeniably soft despite the carnal look he sports in his sharp, angled eyes. "Why don't we give him a show, hübsches Mädchen?"

He whispers so delicately—you do not have the mind to shake your head no, nor do you protest when he slips his tongue between your obediently open lips once more, hands tucked around your hips.

Your heart will not stop pounding. Kaiser smiles at the fact that he is doing this to you. He smiles at the fact you are like mindless putty in his hands, and he smiles at the fact that he can feel bright blue eyes staring holes into him—there's nothing wrong with showing off, right?

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organic-bloodbath · 5 months ago

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Knife Princess

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: You're Niragi's little sister, and he's not happy of Chishiya's interest on you. When the final game starts and you get hurt, Chishiya takes care of you.

Warnings: 18+ smut, lots of blood ig.

A/N: I was writing a Chishiya request but realised half way i needed to write a prequel for that first lmao. So, this will have more parts coming up ✨️

Chapters

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During your time at the Beach, Chishiya became intrigued by you. He analyzed your movements when you weren't watching - atleast he thought you didn't notice him.

He could see that men eyed you while you were laying by the pool in your bikinis, but nobody dared to approach you. Everyone knew you were Niragi's sister and that terrified the shit out of them.

Why? Because Niragi seemed to be a little overprotective of you. If he could see even one pair of male eyes thirsting over you, Niragi wouldn't hesitate to beat them up. People here had seen that happen several times. Some men thought they'd get away with a little bit of flirting, but Niragi seemed to have eyes everywhere at any times.

One day, Chishiya watched you, sitting by the edge of the pool once again in your yellow bikinis, legs tangling in the water to cool yourself down. You were enjoying the sun, black sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose. You weren't aware of his gaze, you had no idea how his eyes lingered on your skin. Atleast, that's what he thought.

Chishiya turned around just for a moment to leave, and suddenly you had appeared right behind him.

"You like what you see, hm?" you asked and put your hands on your hips. Chishiya stayed silent, an amused look on his face as he turned around to face you. "I've seen you looking at me, you know," you smirked and bit your lip. "You're not as sneaky as you think you are."

"Is that so?" Chishiya hummed.

"Mhm. A lady like me has grown eyes on her back too," you said proudly.

"I see," Chishiya said, intrigued once more. "So, tell me. Why do you wear boots at the pool?"

Chishiya had noticed that you always had the same leather boots on, while most people wore sandals or were just bare foot.

You only smiled and tilted your head, slowly stepping closer to him so you could reach to put your hands on his shoulders. You leaned so close to his face that you were only inches away from him, and he could feel your minty breath when you whispered: "You'll have to take them off and find out."

And then, only with a smile and a wink you let go of him and turned around, leaving him to stand there by himself to go back inside.

Chishiya wasn't sure if he only imagined it, but it felt like you swayed your hips more dramatically than usual as you knew that he would watch you walking away. If your plan was to not let Chishiya's eyes leave your body - you succeeded with that.

"Careful," Kuina said next to Chishiya. "Don't let Niragi see that you were checking his sister out."

"I wasn't checking her out," Chishiya denied, but he knew that it was a lie. He knew that he'd be dead if Niragi found out even about his thoughts on you, but Chishiya also knew that you were a woman with your own choices.

"Mhm, whatever you say," Kuina said, a hint of worry in her voice.

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After your short talk by the pool, it took only two more days to get Chishiya to take you into his bedroom and push you on his bed.

You knew that with right words, you could get any man that you wanted. Not every man could be seduced with the same methods, however, so you needed a little time to calculate what kind of person you were dealing with. You let men flirt with you here, even though you didn't plan to actually do anything with them, but you knew it pissed off Niragi and you enjoyed that.

Of course you wouldn't sleep with everyone here, though, you did have quite high standards and a specific taste and none of the men at the Beach had raised your curiosity enough.

Until you met Chishiya. He stood out from the crowd, usually staying mostly by himself or with a limited one to two people. You wanted to get to know him. No, you needed to get to know him. Maybe not emotionally yet, but atleast physically.

Truthfully, you hadn't had sex in months, you needed it much more than you had thought. Chishiya sucked all the stress and worry off you with his touch which gave you pleasure, even if it was only for a moment.

Right now, Chishiya had you pinned on the bed under him, holding your hands above your head and planting kisses around your neck and collarbones. You didn't know how he managed to find all the sweet spots which made you go insane already on your first time together, but he did nevertheless.

He untied the top of your bikini and threw it away, not caring where it would land. He took off his shirt as well to stay fair with you.

He peppered kisses all around your body as he slowly crawled back, until his head was located between your legs. He pulled the bottom of your bikini off, seeing now every part of your body. It didn't take long for him to rub your clit and push his fingers inside, starting to explore your vagina with different movements.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped. He moved his hand away for a moment but you quickly stopped him by grabbing his hair. "Wait, can you- can you do that again?"

Chishiya smirked. "Do what again?" he asked. "This?"

You arched your back as Chishiya pushed his fingers back inside you, curling his fingers just in the right angle like he had done earlier. You had to grab the bedsheets into your fists to stay still.

When he pushed himself inside you, you felt like this was what you had needed the most during your time at the Beach. During all the games.

Sleeping with him was something you felt like you had needed for years. He was the perfect balance of both rough and gentle in the best way possible to give you pleasure in its highest form.

You had no idea how much time passed while you were trapped between his body and the mattress, you were in complete ecstasy and you never wanted him stop what he was doing.

You were sure your body would be full of marks he had created on your body and you'd have to show it off to everyone, but right now, right at that moment, you didn't care about anything besides you and him.

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"What's that?" Niragi asked next morning and stepped closer to you, looking at the bruises on your neck, trying to hide themselves behind you hair. He grabbed your hair and yanked it back to see your neck better. "Are those hickeys? Who made those?"

"What is it for you?" you spat. "You can do whatever you want with whoever and so can i."

Niragi narrowed his eyes for your attitude.

"Who," Niragi growled with a low voice, finger pressing on one of the many bruises, his dark eyes directly on yours, "made that?"

You just grinned smugly.

"Try to guess," you challenged him.

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"You fucked my sister?!" Niragi shouted louder than ever before. Chishiya jumped back when he saw Niragi storming towards him, pointing his rifle towards Chishiya.

"Well, to my defense, she came to me," he said, lifting his hands up to surrender and trying to ignore the rifle, inches from his face.

"Out of all the girls here, dozens of them, you just had to choose her?!"

"Niragi, we're-"

Niragi put his gun down and instead grabbed Chishiya by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Chishiya winced a little when the back of his head hit hard on the wall but otherwise he kept his regular pokerface.

"What should i do with you now, hm?" Niragi asked. "Shoot you dead right here right now or take a knife and carve little marks on your skin before shooting you. Any last wishes?"

He took a knife from his pocket, pressing the tip against Chishiya's cheek, a little too close to his left eye.

"Did you want to get a revenge on me? I thought we were buddies, man."

"Listen," Chishiya chuckled nervously in Niragi's tight grip. "Just let me down and we'll-"

"I know she's pretty, obviously, it's in our genes," Niragi interrupted, not caring to listen to Chishiya's defense. "But atleast talk about it before to me, man. Don't just go and screw her like that."

"So, if i had asked you for your blessing to sleep with your sister, you would have been okay with that?"

The anger rose back to Niragi's eyes. Chishiya was basically throwing more fuel into the fire flaming inside Niragi.

"Niragi, what are you doing?" you shouted from the end of the hallway before Niragi would be able go put a bullet in Chishiya's skull, walking towards the two guys with long steps. "Let go of him this instant."

"Or what?" Niragi asked. "You'll stab me over this guy?"

"If i have to," you said and crossed your arms against your chest.

"You can't be serious-"

You pulled a knife from your boot and pointed it at him.

"Let. Him. Down." You gritted your teeth, the same kind of anger in your eyes as in Niragi's. "Or you'll lose an ear."

Niragi huffed and let Chishiya go, coming towards you.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he whispered to you. "Him?"

"Mind your own damn business," you spat.

Eventually, Niragi left, but he wasn't in a good mood. At all. You hadn't seen him that angry in a while. You didn't lash out at him like that because he was threatening specifically Chishiya, no. You were just tired of Niragi constantly meddling into your business with men over and over again. Whenever you'd have a single hickey on your neck, and Niragi saw that, he'd immediately lose his temper for someone touching you - as witnessed here. It had been the exact same back at home before ending up to this world, but back then he only had his fists and not a gun. You had tried to make him quit it so many times but he wasn't having it.

You let out a frustrated groan, and Chishiya walked towards you now that Niragi had disappeared.

"So, you always carry knives with you wherever you go?" Chishiya asked, hands in the pockets of his white hoodie and an amused smirk on his face. "That's why you wear boots even with a swimsuit?"

"Shouldn't everyone carry a weapon with them?" you asked seriously, raising an eyebrow. "You never know when you need to defend yourself."

"Fair," Chishiya admitted.

You stepped right in front of Chishiya and put your hand behind his neck, slowly caressing his shoulder.

"Want to have a round two in my room tonight?" you asked, clicking your tongue.

"I'm not sure if i want to lose my right eye for that," Chishiya smirked, still feeling the cold blade against his cheek.

"Niragi's not the boss of me," you said and rolled your eyes. "I'm not some little kid that needs to be protected."

"Oh i can definitely see that," Chishiya agreed and nodded.

"So, my room tonight." You put your finger on hips lips. "Don't make me wait too long, hm?"

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The fire was flaming high outside, waiting for corpses to be thrown in there.

When the 10 of Hearts game started and Aguni's men were slaughtering people left and right, you only sat back and watched the shitshow. You knew Niragi would never allow anyone to touch you so you weren't afraid of being accused of being the witch and getting thrown into the fire.

That was, as long as he was there to witness it, and right now he wasn't. Still, you didn't stress about the game nearly as much as the others there.

You had no idea what Chishiya and others were doing, but right now you really, really just craved for a snack and was heading towards your room.

However, before you managed to get any further, someone grabbed you by your hair and yanked you towards them, causing you to let out a small cry for the pain on your scalp.

"Ha! Maybe she's the witch!" a man, who you didn't know at all, shouted at your face, spit flying on your cheekbone. "Let's burn her!"

One more guy joined him to drag you towards the place where the fire was located. But they weren't able to get very far.

You managed to get free yourself from their grip, then reached for your boots and took the two knives out of them. You didn't hesitate a moment longer as you threw the knives towards the two men, the blades digging deep into the men's necks.

You had practiced throwing knives for the past decade - as a nice little hobby of yours.

The men fell on their knees, and you kicked them on their chest, causing them to fall on their backs. You leaned down to remove the knives from their throats, leaving them to bleed out on the carpet. You wiped the blood on the men's shirts, then putting the knives back into your boots and continued your way towards you room.

As you walked through the corridor, you didn't notice two pairs of eyes watching you behind a corner.

"Well, i sure wouldn't want to anger her," Kuina mumbled. She was in shock how such a small girl was able to take down two grown men at that speed.

"She managed to surprise me too," Chishiya admitted, arms crossed on his chest. And very few people did surprise him anymore, both Kuina and Chishiya himself knew that. "Although, she's related to Niragi, so i don't know if i should have been surprised."

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A little later, you were leaning against one of the pillars on the 3rd floor, watching Aguni beat up Arisu with all his strength. You felt another presence join you, but you didn't need to turn your head to see who it was.

"Enjoying the show?" Chishiya asked.

"It's like watching a violent theatre play with real blood."

"Mhm," Chishiya hummed. "Hearts games are brutal but this is definitely something else."

"It's kind of entertaining how insane people can go during the Hearts games," you commented and turned your head towards Chishiya. "Did you ever suspect me as the witch?"

Chishiya eyed you for a moment.

"You could have pulled it off," he admitted. "With those knives and all."

"Aw, i'm touched," you smiled, hand on your chest. "If i was proven to be the witch, would you have been able to burn me in the fire?"

"Well," Chishiya started slowly and turned his face back to the crowd downstairs. "Everyone just wants to survive and get out of here, right?"

You didn't say anything back, only followed the events happening two floors down.

After everything had finally started to calm down, the fire suddenly spread and Niragi stepped inside, looking like he had been thrown into the fire too but got out before turning into complete ash.

"Oh, shit," you mumbled.

Niragi started to shoot in every direction possible with his rifle, not caring who he hit with the bullets. He wanted everyone here to die, that was for sure. He shot not only vertically everywhere, also up in different angles.

That meant, also right into your direction. Chishiya pulled you back, but just a second too late. You felt burning pain on your right shoulder and right after your leg, blood starting to pour out of the wounds. You stumbled backwards, but Chishiya managed to catch you and held you up by your waist.

His eyes widened when he saw your shoulder being painted red, as well as your leg.

"This just isn't my day, is it?" you chuckled, trying to ignore the pain radiating through your arm and make fun of the situation.

Chishiya didn't have much time to start patching you up right now, you had to leave this place as soon as possible to get to safety.

"Wait a moment, i'll be right back," he said and left you there on your own for a moment, running to the room where you had previously been. For a minute you were afraid he had actually left you here to bleed out, not wanting to deal with your injuries.

Chishiya grabbed a first aid kid, towel and brought them with him as he hurried back to you as fast as he was possibly able to run.

"Hold these," he said and gave you the kit and the towel, then scooping you in his arms. He knew he couldn't run very fast carrying you, but it would be faster than dragging you by his side.

It didn't take too long for people to burn the witch and finish the game just before the time would run down to zero. You had finally passed the last game.

As you sat outside and watched the mansion burn down among all the other survivors, Chishiya was by your side sewing the bullet wound shut with a needle and thread. The bullet had exited your body on the back, so Chishiya was more than thankful that he wouldn't need to start operating on you any deeper.

You had started to look pale and feel dizzy for all the blood loss, but you managed to stay conscious. He had wrapped the towel tightly around your leg. It had been white, but was now dyed half red.

"Shiya..." you mumbled, but he didn't lift his face towards you, only concentrated on stitching you up. "I promise i'm not getting hurt on purpose just to get you to touch me."

Your words did amuse Chishiya and you could see a slight smirk on his face.

"Good, because i don't have any more supplies to left to treat your wounds," Chishiya said and cut the thread off, leaving you with clean stitches on your skin. He finally looked into your eyes, looking serious and worried. "Let me know immediately if the stitches open and you start bleeding again, got it?"

"Are you like a doctor or something?" you smiled and bit your lip.

"Something like that," he answered, and you could see a little smile on his lips as well.

"I've never slept with a doctor before," you admitted. "Before the Beach, i mean."

"Was it on your to-do list?"

"Might have been," you said. "Along with a firefighter, of course."

"Too bad we didn't have firefighters at the Beach," Chishiya concluded. "Would have saved us a lot of trouble. Or if there was, they clearly failed their job miserably."

"Perhaps," you said slowly. "I would have still chosen a doctor first though."

"Hm, really?" Chishiya wondered. "Good to know. So, your type is men who can save you from trouble?"

"I'm not a damsel in distress," you scoffed, coming off as offended and a bit too defensive.

"And still i did have to carry you out of there," Chishiya pointed out.

"Shut up," you said and gently hit him on his shoulder.

"You'll promise to take it slow with your arm and leg, okay?" he stated seriously.

"Of course, doctor," you teased and bit your lip. "How can i ever repay you for taking such a good care of me?"

"I have a few things in my mind, but i think we should go somewhere private first," Chishiya reminded and sat next to you, putting his hand around your waist for a moment.

"Why aren't we already leaving then?" you asked and brushed your finger against his collarbone, right by the zipper of his hoodie.

"Tempting, but i'd rather have you rest for a moment," Chishiya said and pulled you tighter against his body, whispering right into your ear: "But don't worry, i'll make sure to find us some time alone."

His hot breath against your ear sent chills down your spine.

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A/N: I'll have update for the Child of Hearts too at some point no worries, just have to figure out some scenes for it and shape it a lil bit 🫶🏻

#chishiya shuntaro imagine #chishiya imagine #chishiya alice in borderland #aib x reader #aib chishiya #aib imagine #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader

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writingsbytee · 17 days ago

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DEVIL'S DEN

Elijah "Smoke" Moore / Elias "Stack" Moore / Elizabeth "Beth" Everly (reader)

THERE WILL BE NO INCEST IN THIS FIC

*Remember you are in charge of your own consumption. 18+ up audiences only; minors please don’t interact!* THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION

*Please do not plagiarize, repost, or steal my work. This doesn’t count for re-blogs!*

THE SCENERY…

*SET IN THE 50s*

Stack is a vampire

Smoke is alive and human

Annie and Mary(vampire) are bartenders at the club

Annie and Smoke are close friends with a baby rather than lovers

Reader’s aesthetic

THE ‘RED ROOM’ WILL NOT BE REVEALED RIGHT AWAY

SUMMARY: You’re working for the twins at a kink club in the 50s. Being their employee, you would never cross that line…right?

PAIRINGS: Elijah “Smoke�� x Elias “Stack” x Beth (black, fem, reader)

WARNINGS: language; drug use; drinking; smoking; sexual tension; smut; use of “N” word

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Michael, Michael, Michael! I’ve been in love with Sinners since I saw it, and MBJ was my original celebrity crush, so I have to write for him! It’s honestly been too long, in my opinion. Let me know what you guys think! I'm so excited to finally share it with y'all. This is my first time writing for someone who isn't Aaron so please be gentle with me lol.

“Welcome to the Devil’s Den, where your worst dreams come true. How can I help you today?”, you smile at the patron before you as your corset digs into your back.

“C’mon Beth, don’t act like you don’t recognize me now!” The stranger said.

You recognized the voice, but, “Aww shit! I know that ain’t Cornbread! What you doing up in here?” You ask the jovial man.

Cornbread smiles at you, a look of disbelief on his face, “Damn Beth, you sure grew up fine!” he says as he takes off his hat with a slight bow of his head. You smile, shaking your head at your friend.

“Cornbread! Nigga you better stop making eyes at Beth! Get on back there and handle ya wife, she already had three men.” You watch as your boss Elias Moore or “Stack” as they call him usher Cornbread behind the velvet curtain. He returned shortly after with a shake of his head.

“C’mon now Stack, Cornbread ain’t mean nothing by it. It’s just talk you know how much he loves Esther,” you say with a teasing tilt in your voice.

“Yeah, well whatever make sure these niggas pay, we ain’t put yo pretty ass in front for nothing,”Stack says with a smirk before he too disappears behind the velvet curtain. You sigh dreamily when you’re sure Stack’s out of earshot. Goddamn that man was finer than baby hair. It only seemed like yesterday when he and his brother changed your life.

FLASHBACK

“I told Jackson the police ain’t stopping by anymore -- wait,” Stack stops abruptly in the entrance to the alleyway behind their acquaintance’s club.

“What?” Smoke asks, his sense now on high alert. He takes a step back pulling out his gun, head on a swivel looking for a potential threat.

“This ain’t normandy beach nigga, look!” Stack gestured to a dumpster about ten feet away and he could clearly see a young girl slumped over next to the dumpster. She was either dead, high or sleeping; normally he would just walk right by. But, the white dress and sandals she had on indicated that she was far too innocent to be in a back alley behind a drug dealer’s club.

“Excuse me for always being the prepared one, somebody’s gotta watch your back,” Smoke said, tucking his gun back into his waistband. The twins approach your unconscious figure, squatting down to get a better look at you.

“Damn, they beat the shit out of her,” Smoke says, removing his hat. He looked at you, his features softening. You were practically covered in bruises, they littered your face, arms, and legs.

“At least she’s still breathin’,” Stack said, as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Your high cheekbones and delicate features stun the two men as they take in the battered beauty before them.

“C’mon we gotta move her,” Smoke said, reaching under you to pick you up bridal style. Normally, it was Stack who would do something irrational. There was just something about you, Smoke couldn’t risk you being out in the elements any longer. And, who knows if someone was coming back to finish the job.

“You sure about this, brother?” Stack asked, but Smoke was already headed toward his truck.

“C’mon nigga get the door!” Smoke shouted over his shoulder. Stack mumbled a curse before jogging up to meet his brother with the battered beauty in his arms.

...

“Ok so we got her! Now what?” Stack asked his brother, as he flew down the highway to their home.

“We’re just going to get her cleaned up and sent on her way, that's all,” Smoke said to his brother. Little did he know how wrong he’d be.

END OF FLASHBACK

“Why you gotta be so mean to Cornbread? He was only messin’”, you say, waiting on Stack’s face to reappear from behind the curtain.

When it does, he says, “Yeah, Cornbread is a bonafide freak darlin’. You keep letting him sweet talk you, he gon’ try and get in them pink silk panties you got on,” Stack said, placing his signature toothpick in his mouth. You watched as his lips closed around the toothpick, a small smile adorning your face.

“What I tell you about looking through my delicates?” You say, sauntering toward a smirking Stack. Stack glanced away, a bashful look on his face.

“Elias… have you been going though my things?” you ask a seductive smirk on your face as you bat your eyelashes up at the man in red.

“Hard to miss em’ when you’re always walking around, that plump backside hanging out the back. Everywhere I look I can see your ‘things’,” Stack begins to snicker as you playfully slap his shoulder.

“Hush, up! I’m a decent lady!” You say psushing your shoulder’s back in a mock posh stance.

Stack rolls his eyes as he tilts his head back with a full body laugh, his fangs glinting in the low light. “Yeah, right. ‘Right there stack! Ouu fuck yes keep eating me just like that!’ That sound like something a ‘decent lady’ says?” Stack asks, using finger quotes to make emphasis.

You we’re stunned into silence, mouth agape as the man infront of you cackled at your expense. You open your mouth to reply but a booming voice cuts you off.

“Stack! Nigga I’m about to put Beth ass in the ‘Red Room’! Everytime I look for you, here you are, nose spread wide open sniffing behind her!” Smoke scolded. Stack snuck a peek at you, your fingers pressed against your lips to hide your laughter.

He rolled his eyes playfully, peeking over your head to eye his twin. “Didn’t I walk up here earlier and you had your hand up the back of Beth’s dress?”

An un-lady-like snort left you at Stack’s question. You peeked a glance at Smoke over your shoulder to see him glaring at his brother. When he looks down at you, his gaze softens and he shoots you a wink, “Hey, peaches.”

You soften immediately at the nickname, “Hey, papa,” you say, turning to face him fully. You take a step toward him, reaching forward to straighten his tie.

“Stack was just gettin’ Cornbread outta my hair baby. Want me to send him back to work?” You ask playfully.

“How ‘bout both of y’all get to fuckin’ work and stop wasting our money,” Smoke placed a kiss on your forehead before moving deeper into the club. As you watch his figure retreat you feel a pair of lips behind your earlobe.

“C’mon baby, Smoke’s already mad at us! Go work so we can play later,” you whine as Stack teases your sweet spot.

“Why play later, when I got you hot, wet and ready right now,” Stack mumbled against your neck. His fangs playing against your pulse point. You hum out a laugh as Stack wraps his arms around your front, hands splaying across your lower belly.

“Elias, get now before your brother takes away our play time,” You slink out of his hold, immediately missing his warmth. You take your place behind the hostess’ podium shooting stack a wink and a fingerwave and he adjusts his obvious hard-on.

Stack straightens his cap before turning and heading back, “Oh, Peaches! I hope you’re ready for the begging I have in store for you,” He snickers as he walks away your protests falling on deaf ears.

“Annie, baby I’d kill for one of your catfish sandwiches right na!” you exclaim after your stent in the ‘Red Room’.

“Girl after the show you put on in there, you need it! All the soldiers were salutin’ you,” Annie jokes as she dries an empty pitcher.

“How’s Rain doin’?” you ask, sliding into an empty barstool.

A soft smile blooms on Annie’s face at the mention of her and Smoke’s baby girl. “She’s wonderful, ganna make her Daddy go gray.”

You laugh at Annie’s comment, “I’m surprised that man won’t born with gray hair. But, my sister has some dresses her daughter grew out of. I can bring ‘em to you tomorrow night?” you suggest.

“You too sweet to me, thank you!” Annie says, pulling you into a hug across the bartop.

“We family, you know that,” you say, looking warmly into Annie’s eyes. Annie glanced toward the Red Room and back to you.

“How was it in there tonight?” Annie asks, nodding in the direction of the room.

You shrug, a look of indifference on your face. “It was aight, folks really came for Pearline,” you say, reaching over the counter to steal a cherry.

Annie lets out a hum of approval, “You know she bends in a way that just ain’t natural. She pop her hip?” (twerking)

You nod enthusiastically, “Twice, Annie! I gotta learn that!” You joke, jumping off the barstool. Trying to copy Pearline, you put an arch in your back and shake your rump. You and Annie both giggle like schoolgirls at your attempt to do the dance.

“Hey! What’s allat movement back there?!” Stack exclaims, coming around the corner. You stop dancing immediately, your cheeks warm with embarrassment of getting caught. Annie snickers as she ducks behind the bar.

“Do it again,” Stack commands, leaning against the doorframe.

You look around nervously, “Boy, I’m not making a fool of myself,” you finish with a giggle. Stack smirks, his golds glinting in the light.

“I just wanna see that ass shake again, you’ll show me won’t you baby?” Stack asks advancing on you, like a predator stalking his prey. In between the two of them you were surprised you didn’t have whiplash.

“Not now, later. You still got time before you go to ground?,”You ask starring up at him. Stack sighs softly before rolling up his sleeve to check his watch.

“Still got a few hours left, come on baby. Smoke’s waiting,” Stack said, offering his arm for you to take. Once you do, he leads you both out. You shoot a wink to Annie over your shoulder, and she just shakes her head, smiling at her friend.

Okay, I know it's sort of a cliff hanger but I wanted to see how y'all liked it first. So will there be more? Let me know in the comments!

Special shoutout to my girls @nayaesworld @theereinawrites @keehendrixx for being the best guinea pigs!

Until next time

TEE <3

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beachesandsandandstuff-blog · 2 months ago

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Photos taken from various family vacations from 1985-1995ish. We always bury atleast one dad/uncle in the sand. Run through AI for anonymity

Some guys were almost completely buried!

Here are two sitting in a pile of sand.

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kalesaladd · 2 months ago

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what if the ghouls had a beach day?

step number one: sunscreen!

most of the ghouls tan very nicely, although phantom burns super fast. dew? dew looks like a lobster when he’s been outside all day.

as a result, aether insists on slathering all of them in a sunscreen balm that he and mounty have perfected! dew fusses the entire time and just wants to GO ALREADY so he can play in the lake with rain! everyone else is very cooperative :)

phantom (victim number two) falls asleep on a beach chair just from the gentle rubbing and touching. mounty and aeth join him in their “dad passed out snoring on the beach” activities.

step number two: water activities!

not even five minutes after they get there, cirrus is yelling at dew for trying to drown swiss… and then at swiss for trying to drown them both. she’s standing at the edge of the water screaming “DEWDROP YOU TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF HIS HEAD THIS INSTANT OR SO HELP ME SATAN”.

mounty and aether also help dew and phantom play chicken in the shallows. rain is doing laps very gracefully or floating perfectly still on his back… while swiss tries and fails to do the butterfly.

rory is chilling on a unicorn floatie in the lake with sunglasses and a drink, sunbathing like the princess she is! once lus is done corralling the boys for sunscreen time, she joins aurora in getting tipsy off wine while floating on the water.

dew & swiss always try to flip the girls over… which often leads to them getting kicked in the face. bug is hanging on to the edge of one of the girl’s floats just loving life!

step number three: sandcastles!

once phantom wakes up, he wants to make sand castles! but sunny wants to play monster and stomp on bug’s sandcastles! at first, aurora is helping bug make castles… but then she starts helping sunny stomp on them.

phantom still has white zinc on his face bc lus keeps making him come back from his sandcastles to slather it on his face (mom activities). she’s saying something something about how he has enough freckles already and she knows dew is gonna get burnt and she doesn’t want to deal with two burnt ghouls.

dew is gonna need someone to untangle his hair later… he didn’t braid it and he has a sensitive scalp. it’s going to be a process.

but wait… what about bathing suits?!

lus is wearing a full get up: one of those old timey one pieces, with her beautiful flowy hair, pretty sandals, a nice floppy hat that matches her suit, and a flowy coverup!

cirrus is wearing a matching bikini in the same pattern as lus’s one piece. her hair is in beautiful french braids so it doesn’t get tangled :)

aeth has got the quintessential (haha get it) dad outfit on: khaki shorts that are too long, an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt, dad sunglasses with the strap that holds them on your head, beat up birkenstock sandals, and white zinc on his nose.

mounty is sat under an umbrella wearing a regular pair of swim trunks, but he’s got a sun hat on, sunglasses, a long sleeve sun-shirt, and lots of SPF 100 sunscreen. he is very fair skinned and freckled as well… and he knows he can’t afford to sit and tan like some of the others.

aurora is wearing a frilly multicolored bikini, fun sunglasses, adorable matching sandals, and her hair is beautifully braided!

dew is wearing long ass board shorts (black… duh) and sunglasses. he’s simple. his hair is NOT braided or tied back…

bug’s swim shorts are purple with little bats on them (a gift from rory). he’s also wearing a bucket hat and those silly arms floaties (cirrus made him wear them bc she’s worried about him drowning).

rainy is so fabulous… he’s wearing 5” inseam shorts in some pastel color that fit perfectly. he looks like a men’s swimwear model.

swiss is wearing a speedo…

thanks to my friends for helping create this silly post :) @passifaggot @nyxiamoon @hanalyrata

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spetescap · 26 days ago

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oh em gee ik the boys would probably hate this but maybe a beach day with (gn) reader would be cool? i’m only an hour away from staten island and the beach is THE thing to do in the summer

Beach Day with the Eltingville boys!!

GN!Reader

- You’re all gathered in Bill’s basement when you suddenly go,

“We’re going to the beach. Sunday. Show up or I’ll personally drag you there, but not before burning every single one of your limited edition figurines.”

- And that’s how you get everyone to reluctantly agree 😼

- Bill groans like you just told him he’s being drafted,

- Josh immediately starts going off about the sun and how he hates sand,

- Pete refuses for a whole, but then goes “fine” and then follows it with “wait, are there jellyfish?”

- (he wanted to go the whole time)

- and Jerry just blinks and nods 😭

- You don’t explain, you just keep planning like you didn’t hear any of them 🤷

- Sunday hits, and you pack a bag with Caprisuns, sunscreen, sandwiches, and chips, because you’re the only one with a functioning brain cell and basic survival instincts 😔

- Pete shows up first, he’s in a wife beater that is very quickly discarded (probably for the best), swim trunks with some tacky skull print, and flip flops… with socks. Gross.

- He’s already eating a bag of chips that wasn’t even his, drops half of them in the sand within minutes, picks them back up and keeps eating them, saying it adds “crunch.”

- Bill shows up in a dark grey shirt, swim trunks that look like he dug them out of his (nonexistent) dad’s closet, and flip flops that he immediately regrets 😭😭

- He stays at the edge of the parking lot for like thirty straight minutes, arms crossed, sunglasses on, looking like an off-duty lifeguard who hates his job and everyone around him 😭😭

- You wave at him and pretends not to see you 🙄

- Jerry shows up looking like a camp counselor 😔

- Green shirt, blue swim trunks, sandals.

- The second he hits the sand he’s on a mission. He starts building sandcastles like he’s getting paid for it 😼

- Josh… oh, Josh.

- He shows up in all black. Black shirt. Black cargo shorts. Black flip flops. 😭

- He sets up a towel under the umbrella and refuses to move from it, the first thing out of his mouth is “the sun is actively trying to kill me,”

- and he spends the next hour rotating between complaining about heat, eating whatever you have in your bag, and accusing the wind of being “specifically targeted towards him”

- Pete and Jerry spend most of the time near the shore building increasingly unstable sand structures,

- Jerry tries to give his castle lore, Pete tries to smash it every three minutes,

- and at one point Pete starts digging aggressively, saying he’s “gonna find a crab if it kills him.” (Spoiler: he doesn’t.)

- Bill finally makes his way over to the rest of you after staring at the group from a distance like he’s watching a crime scene,

- he sits down, immediately gets sand in his soda, and goes, “This is why I don’t go outside. Nature is a scam.”

- You offer to help him reapply sunscreen. He says no. That’ll come back to haunt him later🤷

- You, Jerry, and Pete are the only ones who go in the water 😭

- Josh stays under the umbrella like it’s a bunker 😔

- Bill doesn’t even look at the water until you’re already ankle-deep

- Jerry gets freaked out by seaweed within five minutes and power-walks back to the shore saying “something touched me” over and over.😭😭 (I fear he’s me 😔)

- Pete stays in, splashing around, daring the ocean to fight him. You don’t ask.

- By the end of the day, everyone’s sand-covered, sweaty, and cranky.

- Pete looks like a cooked shrimp because he refused to put on sunscreen and claimed “real men embrace pain.” (he says as he recoils everytime someone touches him😭)

- Bill is sunburnt RED on just his neck and shoulders because he refused to reapply sunscreen. Said it “wasn’t necessary.” Right. 😒

- Josh is still under the umbrella, muttering about dehydration,

- Jerry’s trying to say goodbye to his sandcastle before it gets washed away,

- Pete’s eating a soggy sandwich he found under his towel like it’s gourmet,

- And you feel like you’ve been babysitting four big toddlers.

- You take a photo before you leave. It’s awful. 😭😭

- Pete’s flipping off the camera,

- Jerry’s smiling extremely awkwardly 😭,

- Josh is squinting into the sun like he’s being interrogated,

- and Bill is halfway out of frame, clearly trying to escape.

- You print it anyway, and tape it to your wall :3

- You’ll never let them live it down 😼

- And next time, you’re bringing water balloons.

- Just to cause problems 🤷🤷

I HOPE YOU LIKED THESEEEEEEE

sorry for taking so long to post these, I have SO many things to do it’s actually insane.

#eltingville epilogue #eltingville fanart #welcome to eltingville #the eltingville club #eltingville jerry #eltingville bill #eltingville pete #eltingville josh #bill dickey #jerry stokes #josh levy #pete dinunzio #beach #beach day #jramblesaboutsoap

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satorusugurugurl · 10 months ago

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The Single Dad Club! (Chapter Three: Gojo)

Summary: The Single Dad club consisted of Grto Suguru, Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento! But with summer upon them, the men find themselves ladies who are willing to have them leave their self-appointed club!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5.2K

Warning: mentions of lost child, panic, flirting, fluff, cursing, oral sec (male receiving) smut, p in v, unprotected sex

A/N: The last and final part of the Single Dad Club Summer Series! I had fun with this mini series! Yay for Sexy dilfs!! 😈💚

Part One Part Two

“It’s official. God hates me and wants me to suffer.” Gojo sighed as he lay on the warm side of the beach. “He has doomed me to be single for all time..”

“You’re being dramatic.” Suguru scoffed, shaking his head as he turned the page in his book.

Gojo sat up, glaring daggers at his best friend, who was unbothered by the intense stare. “Oh, shall we review just how much he hates me?” Knowing there was no way to stop the bitching, Geto huffed out a sigh, placing his bookmark in place before he turned his attention to the white-haired man. “Exhibit one,” he gestured towards Nanami, who was building a Sandcastle with Yuuji and his girlfriend. “And Exhibit number two!” he stared at the beauty walking down the shoreline with Nanako and Mimiko. “Both you assholes went and got yourselves girlfriends this summer, disbanding The Single Dad club!” Suguru sighed, running a hand down his face.

“You’re still stuck up on this?” When Gojo pouted, Gero rolled his eyes. “You know it’s as simple as getting on Tinder, right?”

“All the people on there just won’t be for my body!”

“Well fuck Satoru, what do you want?”

“I want a summer romance like you and Nanamin over there!”

“Oh, I fully intend on turning this summer romance into a long-term relationship.”

The sweet, romantic tone of his best friend's voice had Gojo sticking his nose up as he gagged, sticking his tongue out. “Ya’ know what, kiss my well-toned a—”

“Gojo!!” The sound of Tsumiki screaming sent chills down his spine. He was on his feet in an instant. It was a scream that wasn’t full of fun or laughter. This was the scream all parents dreaded to hear.

“What?! What’s wrong?!”

“I can't find Megumi!!”

Those words hit him like a baseball bat to the gut. But Gojo didn’t allow the panic to take over. Instead, he pushed it down, running towards the crying Tsumiki.

“Where did you last see him?”

“I told him to wait for me while I use the restroom! I was in there for five minutes, maybe longer! But when I came out, he was gone!” The young girlfriend sobbed into Gojo’s chest, holding onto his white T-shirt as she cried even harder.

In situations like this, it was easy for someone to lose sight of what to do. Luckily for Gojo, being a firefighter allowed him to push the panic aside and process clear and concise thoughts. If he were to panic, things might go unnoticed, or he might act out irrationally. Right now, it was best for him to stay calm.

With a shallow breath, Gojo gently grabbed Tsumiki’s arms in an attempt to ground her. Feeling his hands on her arms and squeezing them gently, the young girl breathed more steadily. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Can you tell me where you saw him last?” His adopted daughter pointed him in the right direction, and with a quick shout to Suguru to watch her, Satoru was off, sending sand flying under his sandals as he ran as fast as he could.

On the other side of the beach, you crouch down to the small boy you had noticed admiring a sea turtle barricade placed on the beach. You knelt next to him, staring at the said. He turned his head, looking at you for a moment before turning his attention back to the sand.

“Pretty cool, huh?” You finally asked, toying with the whistle around your neck. “The turtles are protected this way, and when they start hatching, they’ll head straight for the water.”

The dark-haired boy hugged his knees close to his chest. “Yeah, I guess so.” You could easily tell he was withholding his excitement. As hard as he tried to play it cool, you could see the glimmer in his eyes.

“Do you like sea turtles?”

“I like all animals.”

“Yeah? What’s your favorite animal?”

The young boy narrowed his navy blue eyes as he slowly turned to glare at you. “I shouldn't be talking to you; you’re a stranger.” The blunt words and sharp tone took you off guard from a young boy his age. Was he even a kid? He had to be what, seven, maybe eight years old? “And what’s with that look on your face?” Damn, now he was even calling you out!

“Heh—I’m not a stranger, like stranger danger kind.” You gestured towards your white lifeguard jacket and red baseball cap. “I’m a lifeguard.”

“Well, shouldn’t you be watching the ocean? Making sure no one drowns.”

You laughed out loud, tilting your head back. “I already did that; I was just about to grab my bag and call it a day. But watching people in the water isn’t all we know. We help with medical emergencies, monitor the weather, and even provide water safety lessons.” The apprehensive look on the boy's face twisted into a more neutral look as you spoke. His eyes focused on your lifeguard gear, deeming you not to be some kidnapper. “But we also help get lost kids to their folks.” You ruffled the top of his hair before standing.

“I’m not lost.” He corrected you.

“Oh really?” Your eyes scanned the emptying beach. “Where are they?”

He didn’t say a word as he looked around, blinking a few times before standing. There was a look of confusion on his face as he turned in each direction, north, east, south, and west, as if he was on the search for something or someone. Your chest constricted as you could see his eyes flash with panic before he slowly looked back up at you.

“I-I don’t think my sister heard me when I told her I would be over here.”

“Okie dokie, where did you last see your sister?”

“By the bathrooms.”

You shoved your hands into your pockets, motioning towards the bathrooms with your chin. “At least we know where she is. Come on, I’ll walk you there.” much to your relief. The little guy had no reservations about following you to the bathroom. Sometimes, kids put up a fight, not believing that you were a lifeguard, and they didn’t stop crying until one of your coworkers came to help you. Thankfully, this kiddo was a bit older than the ones you usually dealt with, making it a less painful experience for both of you.

When you get to the bathrooms, you get a description of his older sister before stepping into the bathroom to see if she is there. Much dismay, there was nobody in the restroom except for yourself. His sister either ran off in search of him or returned to find their parents. Regardless, either his sister or his family would come looking for him shortly, and even though you had clocked out for the day, you decided to stay by his side until they arrived.

“She’s not in there kiddo.” You stretched your arms above your head. “We can wait a bit, but we might need to make an announcement..”

“I don’t know if they’ll be necessary. Knowing Gojo, he’ll be running around here within the next few seconds.”

“Whose Gojo?”

“MEGUMI!!”

You gasped as a flash of white flew past you. The shock had you placing your hand on your chest, feeling your heart rate spike as a man began frantically running around. He whirled around, searching everywhere, and it was fairly easy for you to put two and two together.

“Megumi?!” The man shouted, groaning as he ran his fingers through the tuffs of soft, pristine white hair. You hadn’t spoken to the man, and you could feel the anxiety radiating off him like an industrial air conditioning unit. “Megs?! Where are you?!”

He couldn't see the boy standing behind you from where he was standing. But the concern and fear in his eyes had you moving forward. “Excuse me, are you looking for—”

“Oh, thank god!” Large hands grabbed both of your arms, yanking you forward towards him. The smell of sunscreen musk became prominent as the handsome man leaned down to get in your face. “I need help finding my son! He’s about this tall! Black hair! Blue eyes!” He released one of his hands off your arms, putting it near his upper thigh. “A-And he was wearing a White T-shirt and shark swim trunks!” Beautiful cerulean eyes searched your face as if you had the answers to all of his questions, which way you did. “He’s a little too serious for a seven-year-old, but I wouldn’t have him any other way!”

You could practically hear the eyes rolling behind you as Megumi, you were assuming, groaned out loud in apparent embarrassment. “An overly serious seven-year-old? You wouldn’t happen to love animals, would he?” The man blinked and then twice before his frantic shaking came to a stop. “Because this kiddo was admiring, let’s see, turtle barricades.” You stepped to the side, motioning towards Megumi.

“MEGUMI!” Gojo yelled, dropping to his knees and grabbing his arms around Megumi and a crushing hug. His son grunted at the squeeze, averting his gaze as Gojo stroked the back of his head. “Oh my god, I was worried sick about you! Why didn’t you wait for your sister, like she told you to?!”

“I told her I was going to look at the barricades. Apparently, she wasn’t listening to me.”

You smiled, admiring the loving scene between father and son. The relief was visible in the muscles of Gojo’s back, and as hard as he tried to hide it, you could see the slight smile Megumi had tugging at the corners of his mouth. Little moments like this made you love your job even more.

You put the red duffel bag on your shoulder before turning your baseball cap around and clearing your throat to get their attention. Gojo released his bear-tight grip around his son, looking over his shoulder at you—a stunning beauty, white and red, who looked like she was by Zeus out of seafoam. Your body was perfect, your smile dazzling, and the way your eyes sparkled as you watched the scene unfolding in front of you had his heart skipping a beat.

Was it illegal to fake a heart attack in front of a certified lifeguard? Because he would do pretty much anything right now to have you perform CPR on him! But instead of raking up an ambulance bill and putting a damper on the whole day, Gojo stood up, dusting his knees off before towering over you.

“Thank you so much; I appreciate you staying with him.”

“Eh, it’s all part of the job! He's a good kid, smart too; you did a good job teaching him about stranger danger.”

“Being a first responder, I engraved it into his and his sister’s brains.”

“Oooh, a fellow first responder!” You took the opportunity to look him up and down shamelessly. “Let me guess,” Gojo smirked, placing one hand on his hip as he watched you slowly trailer your eyes over every inch of his body. He had broad, lean muscles, his legs were long and toned, and he had a pretty face. Long white lashes anyone would kill for, eyes with the same shade of Lagoon water, and a smile that had you swooning. You could have easily continued to stare at him, but you decided not to be a horndog and slowly trailed your eyes back to his face. “EMT?”

“Nope, fire rescue.”

��Ah, a firefighter, I would’ve never guessed. I would’ve needed to inspect you further.”

Gojo took his bottom lip between his teeth, shamelessly humming. “Ooh, sweetheart, I’d let you expect me anytime, any place.” He stuck his hand out in front of you. “Gojo Satoru, nice to meet you.”

You, too, his hand, shaking it. “Nice to meet you, Gojo.” Just as you gave him your name, you could hear yelling in the distance further down the beach.

Both you and Gojo turned your heads, watching as a group of people came running down the shoreline. People looked frantic for a second, but as soon as they saw the three of you standing near each other, their faces relaxed, and their running slowed to a walk. Assuming this was their group from how the children ran directly to Megumi while the adults stood back, you exhaled through your nostrils.

“Well, it looks like your families are here, so I think I should be getting home. I wouldn’t want your wife for your girlfriend waiting for you and Megumi much longer.”

Gojo snickered, glancing up at the sky with a grin before focusing his attention back on you. “There is no Mrs. Gojo. It’s just me, myself, and my two kids. You’re looking at the sole survivor of The Single Dad Club.” A choir of groans sounded from the group around you.

“Satoru, enough with that terrible club name!”

“I have to agree; it doesn’t work well when you’re the only member.”

“You guys suck!” Those pretty blue eyes found yours. “So yes I'm single.”

You bit your bottom lip, feeling a certain confidence burning in your chest. “What a coincidence, and so am I.” Gojo perked up; not only had you helped his kid, but you were a fucking hot lifeguard that was single on top of it?! This had to be one of the best days of his life.

“Uh-huh, well, I think we should change that.”

“Yeah? And just what do you have in mind to change that?”

“You, me, dinner and drinks. Consider it as a token of my appreciation for you taking such good care of my son. And I think you’re very attractive, and I would like to get to know you more.”

You could’ve done flips. You were so excited, but you had to play cool, not wanting him to know you were as eager as a seagull going after a fry. “I believe that would be sufficient.” You held your hand towards him. “I’ll just need your phone so I can give you my phone number.” Gojo was screaming in his head as he placed his cell phone in the palm of your hand, watching as your painted nails gracefully moved across the screen. “Text me, firefighter~.”

“Will do lifeguard.”

You adjusted your bag, waving goodbye to the rest of the group. And when you were out of sight and out of earshot, Gojo began violently fist-pumping the air. It was an action that had his kids cringing with embarrassment over his actions and the rest of his friend group. He couldn’t help it, though. It had taken all summer, but he finally scored a date with a woman who was just as kind as she was beautiful. Gojo couldn’t wait to get to know you more.

Two days later, when you both had a day off, Gojo took you to the best restaurant he knew. You both sat there exchanging daring stories of times at work. Where he’d been stuck on the second floor, where the fire was burning, or when you had gotten sucked into the current, trying to save someone. Both of you had an understanding of how dangerous work could be, and you both knew how precious life was. It wasn’t often you found someone you clicked with instantly like this.

Not only was Gojo remarkably hot, strong, and brave, but he was also caring and compassionate. Although he insisted, a lot of his friends and colleagues knew him as an arrogant ass. That didn’t change the fact that he cared about his kids. He spoke fondly of them. Tsumiki and Megumi had both lost their parents, and Gojo had taken them in, adopting them both and raising them as if they were his kin. That in itself was so attractive.

Knowing that he was fully capable of stepping up to the plate and wasn’t scared to do the right thing, he checked off boxes you didn’t think you had when looking for a partner. You found yourself entirely enthralled by his stories, the way he spoke articulately, and how he stared at you. It wasn't in a way that he was eye-fucking you across the table. No, there was a softness in his eyes, a look that included lust and curiosity.

And your assumptions about that look had been correct. Gojo had been right when he thought the gods themselves had made you. You look so pretty in your uniform for work. But seeing all dolled up made him think about how cute you must look on lazy days with your hair, a mess, sweatpants, and a baggy T-shirt. He found himself to know what that looks like. Because not only were you beautiful on the outside, but he could tell you were on the inside.

You were kind, compassionate, and brave. His son had been proof of that. But hearing stories of you going out during a typhoon to save some drunken idiot, he had an abundance of respect for you.

“Gojo.” Your sultry voices pulled him back into the conversation. ”If you keep staring at me like that, you’re going to burn holes through my skin.”

“Oh! Shit, sorry.”

You didn’t mind him staring; you would be lying if you said you weren’t staring at him. “Just what were you thinking about?” The softness that graced his features was not something many guys on first dates had. The majority of them wanted one thing and one thing only while you were looking for something a bit deeper.

“I was just thinking about how amazing you are.”

“Oh, I’m far from amazing.”

Satoru laughed, sipping his soda while you took a sip of wine. “Okay, have you looked at yourself? You’re a lifeguard; I’m sorry to be blunt about this. You’re very attractive.” His words had your cheeks flushing hotter than the wine, and that was because they were sincere. “You save lives, and you look hot when doing it.”

“Says the literal firefighter.”

“Okay, let me rephrase that. We both save lives, and we both look hot doing it. So I’m sorry for staring, but your beauty has enchanted me.”

You felt your cheeks burning, your eyes starting towards the table just as the waiter brought your dessert. “You’re very sweet, Satoru.” Satoru loved the sound of his name leaving your lips as he took the spoon off the plate and dug into the crème brûlée cheesecake.

“I think you’re sweet too.” He offered the first bite to you, holding the spoon in front of your mouth. “I’ve had a perfect time with you tonight. Being a single dad, I don’t get out as much as I want, and my dating life has been nonexistent. I was pretty sure I’d been cursed by the gods themselves there for a while.”

He watched as you wrapped your lips around the spoon, taking the bite off. “I know exactly exactly what you mean. Dating can be busy when you’re first responder.” You followed his lead, taking a scoop of the dessert into your spoon before offering it to him.

“Then we got lucky, huh?” He chopped down on the bite. You offered him, licking the cream off his lips. “We know how difficult it can be when you’re busy saving lives.”

“We definitely did. So, I think we should do this again.”

There was part of Gojo that didn’t want the date to end so soon. Both of you were having a great time, and the conversation was great. But he didn’t want to push his luck either. So, instead of asking if you wanted to go back to his apartment, he excitedly offered you another bite of the dessert before pushing the strawberry around with your spoon.

“Say, Satoru.”

“Yeah, Sweetheart?” You swiped some caramel off the plate with your thumb before bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off slowly. Seeing you do that had Satoru sitting up straight, his mouth suddenly dry as he did his best not to choke on the dessert. “M-mm?”

“What do you say after we’re done devouring the dessert? I take you back to my place and let you devour me?”

In all your years of living, you had never seen a man stand up and ask for the check as fast as Gojo did. It was cute but also strangely erotic in a way. He was eager to get you out of the restaurant and back to your place, and it took every ounce of your being to behave yourself until then.

Thanks to some unknown reason, you managed to keep your hands to yourself until the door to your apartment shut. As it did, you threw yourself into the firefighter, arms frantically working at the buttons of his shirt. Gojo’s eyes widened in shock at the sudden kiss, but that shock slowly melted into lust as he wrapped his arms around you, searching for the zipper to your dress. Hands moved nearly in sync as you began undressing the other.

Gojo sighed against your lips, groaning at the cool air hitting his bare chest as you unbuttoned his shirt completely. You pulled away from his mouth somehow, dragging your eyes down the dips of his abs, noticing faint burn scars that lingered here and there. That made him even more attractive, which was almost unbelievable.

“Like what you see?” The question had heat pulling between your legs. You did like what you saw. You liked it very much so.

“Mhmm~ I like it a lot.” Slowly, you crouched down, trailing kisses over his bare skin. “I want to see more.”

Your hand pressed firmly over his crotch as you pushed him back against the wall, and you dropped to your knees, unbuckling his belt. “I-Oh fuck!” A nervous yet excited laugh bubbled in Gojo’s chest as he looked down at you, watching you pepper kisses over the bulge in his boxers. “What are you doing, pretty girl?” The incredulous look you gave him made another laugh form in the back of his mouth.

“Did not make it clear enough back at the restaurant?” A white brow rose as you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxers. “I’m going to devour you, Satoru~”

With a fast tug, you yanked his boxers down to his thighs, freeing his thick, throbbing erection. It bobbed in the air, the tip pretty and pink, twitching as pre-cum beaded at the tip. Your mouth began to water as you stared at the beautiful cock in front of your face. Satoru groaned as he watched you gently wrap your hand around the base before taking him into your mouth with a groan.

“Oh fuuuck—” He let his head fall forward, eyes fluttering, threatening to close as you hummed around him. “Fuuck, you’re good at that.” He breathed out with a sigh as you began bobbing your head around his length.

His praise had you dripping as you took him further into your mouth, allowing the tip to slide down your throat. As you did, he jolted and cursed under his breath, and you couldn’t help but admire how reactive his body was to your touch. Every time you bobbed your head or swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, you drew more reactions from him. From him bucking his hips forward to soft whines and deep guttural groans. Every sound and action he made only drove you further.

You were on a mission to please. A mission that had your eyes water with each inch of him you took in your mouth. One that left you messily sucking this sexy man’s cock, a mixture of drool and precum running down your chin, hitting the floor. All of it was so hot, turning you on even more.

If given a chance, you could have stayed there on your knees all night long, pleasing Satoru with your mouth, but he grabbed a handful of your hair, gently pulling you off of him. There was a pop—followed by your ragged, needy breathing. Hearing that almost had Satoru reconsidering what he was doing. While your lips felt so good wrapped around his cock, Satoru wasn’t quite ready for things to end there.

“I need you.”

It wasn’t a want; it was a need. This man needed you. The raw power behind his words, the way they sent butterflies swarming in your stomach and caused your pussy to throb, was truly all he needed to say. This man did not need to beg or say please. Not when he needed you. Making him beg, while he would look so pretty when doing it, would be cruel at that point.

So you did the humane kind thing and rose to your feet before dragging him across the apartment into your bedroom, where you shoved him down on the bed. He didn’t fit or change positions. For one fact, you were far too fast, discarding your drenched panties and dress to the side before straddling him. The second thing was that he liked you taking the lead and doing what you wanted without asking him to be the more assertive.

“I need you too~” You whispered as you reached behind, gently taking his spit-slick cock. “I need you really bad.”

“Fuuuck,” Satoru groaned, biting down on your lips as you kissed him. “Then have me, sweetheart, have every part of me; I’m yours.”

Those words rang in your ears as you slowly lowered yourself onto his thick length. The feel of his stretching your tight walls had both of you groaning into each other's mouths as you made out. The kiss was deep and intimate, which was fitting, seeing that you were lowering yourself onto his length. The kiss, however, wasn’t similar to the one-night-stand kisses you had shared in the past. Those kisses were fueled by the desire to fuck and get off. While this kiss, while the lust and need were there, was also filled by a need to relish in each other. Almost like a silent promise, a mutual understanding that this would not be a one-night stand.

This was something more, something real and deeper.

Both you and Satoru could feel that as you pulled back away from his mouth, sitting up tall as your hips sat against each other flesh to flesh. The pleasure of merely being connected was so intense, so pleasurable; it made your eyes roll back as Satoru’s hands found their way to your hips, holding them as you lazily rolled them over his cock. With each roll of your body, muscles tensing as you rocked, Satoru was entranced by your body.

How you moved reminded him of the waves on the shore—powerful and beautiful, majestic and entrancing. You rolled with such ease, your mouth falling agape in pleasure, that Satoru had to fight the urge to thrust up into you. Because of this, watching you use him was so arousing.

“Mmm~ fuck baby, your cock is so thick!”

Satoru grinned as a harsh moan was fucked out of him with your seductive moves. “Mm~ fuck, yeah? Does it feel good in that tight pussy of yours?”

“Y-Yeah~! Feels good~ it feels really good!” You pressed your hands firmly against his pectoral muscles as you rocked fast, bumping his cock like he was your own personal sex toy.

“Yeah~ fuck you feel so good too.”

Knowing that he felt as good as you did had you digging your nails into his chest as you began bouncing up and down his length. Satoru hissed out a curse as his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, squeezing you as you left crescent moon indents in his skin as you rode him harder than he’d ever been ridden before. He felt drunk, head spinning as his eyes roamed over every part of you. From your face twisted with pleasure, your hips rising and falling on his length.

As he admired your beauty, you did the same to him. Watching his pretty ivory skin flush with each bounce on him. How he watched you through the frame of thick lashes. He truly was handsome. Fuck even the sounds he made were intoxicating.

There was a mutual admiration for each other, which seemed to make things all the more intense.

“Nngh!” Satoru clenched his teeth as you bounced madly on him. “Fuck~! Fuck~!”

You could feel his entire length twice inside of you, urging you to keep going. “F-Fuck your throbbing! Satoru!” He growled from underneath you, sitting up, holding a hand against the small of your back. “Hahn! Fuck!” He smirked, nipping at your bottom lip as he slowly began thrusting into you.

“Yeah~ you feel so good, you’re so wet and tight~!”

“N-nngh, yes, yes!”

“I can feel you throbbing, too~ god, you feel so good! So wet baby~ so tight.” He kissed you, stealing your breath away. “Are you gonna cum?”

“Y-Yeah!!”

Satoru grunted, his thrusts becoming messier. “Good~ cum for me, sweetheart~ I wanna cum with you.” He slammed his lips against yours as you rolled faster and harder, grinning your clit against him, chasing that sweet release until you both reached it at the same time. “C-Cumming!” Satoru grunted as he kissed you with a passionate heat.

“Me too!” You screamed as you moaned against his lips. As you came hard, soaking his pelvis with your release, he filled you with hot sticky cum.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm washed over you both, you fell forward, resting on Satoru’s chest as he placed a kiss against your forehead. “Fuuck, you‘re perfect.” Satoru trailed kisses down your temple to your lips.

“That tickles!” you laughed as he kissed you deeply. “Mhmm~”

“You don't seem to mind all that much.”

“Yeah, you're right. I don't.” He groaned, rolling you onto your sides so you were spooning. “Just like you won't mind me waking you up and making the best French Toast in the morning.”

“Ha—yeah, I have a massive sweet tooth, so I’ll probably be all over you tomorrow morning. In more ways than one.”

You turned just enough to kiss him softly, winning a grin. “That sounds like a pretty great morning to me.”

You pressed another chaste kiss against his lips. Gojo was grinning as he snuggled you tighter against him. It was a soft, sweet, intimate moment, once Satoru had longed for all summer. A romance like his friends had found, one he too wanted to last way past the summer months into autumn, winter, and spring. A romance that could last a lifetime.

That night, The Single Dad Club was officially disbanded completely.

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swordsandholly · 1 year ago

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Steel Magnolia

Part 1 - paused

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!plus size!reader

No use of y/n

Rating: Mature/MDNI

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: I just recently got back into fandom spaces and reading fanfic again and looooove the uptick in fat Y/N characters. Ofc as a big girl myself I wanted to try my hand at writing one too.

Hopefully I’ll post this on AO3 soon. Whenever I get my invite so I can make an acc.

“Oh! Darlin’, did ya see those boys next door?” Mrs. Duprey gasps as you swipe the last of her Bubble Bath OPI polish across her fingers.

“Next door?” You cock an eyebrow. “No one’s been next door since Adam and Eve.”

“I saw them on the way in!” She grins, the corners of her eyes wrinkling pleasantly. “Strappin’ young men - y’should talk t’ ‘em.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m sure I will sooner or later, ma’am.”

“You’ve been single too long.” The nosey old bat contributes. As much as you love her she truly cannot leave well enough alone.

“And I’m perfectly content as such.” You give her your warmest smile.

The trailer home across from you has remained empty for as long as you can remember. It’s well kept - sometimes you see random gardeners mowing or going in an out with tool bags - but no one lives there permanently. You’d think in a beach town it would at least belong to some snowbirds. A timeshare, maybe. It’s none of those things, though. Just a well-maintained, perfectly empty husk.

There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, probably.

Sure enough, as you walk Mrs. Duprey out of your little single wide trailer, you spot a black SUV parked out front of the neighboring double wide. One that is definitely *not* a repair man or worker’s vehicle. She coos at you to make sure to talk to them before waddling off to her own car. She really shouldn’t be driving at her age. You wonder briefly - futilly- if she’d sell you her car in exchange for rides.

You suppose she’s right - even if it is for the wrong reasons. You’re not particularly interested in flirting with the new neighbors. After all, don’t fuck where you eat is a saying for a reason, but it wouldn’t exactly be neighborly to not introduce yourself. Especially with all the people coming and going from your home for your nail tech services. The old Yankee’s catty-cornered from you still believe that you're a drug dealer. At least they only come down for a couple months of the year.

Despite your staunch decision not to flirt, you still find yourself adjusting your clothes. Maybe the sports bra as a top is a bit much…

Fuck it. If they live here now they’ll see you in worse.

You fix your lipstick and throw on your platform sandals. The ones that clip-clop as you walk. Maybe it will help announce your presence.

The screen door wraps quietly as you knock. You take two steps back on the front, wooden porch so as not to come off too aggressively. As the seconds tick by you debate on knocking again. Maybe they’re out. Or busy. They did just move in today, most likely. Maybe you should-

The door creaks slightly as it opens. A very, painfully handsome man pushes the screen door until it clicks in place. “Afternoon, lassie.”

You blink stupidly as he crosses his strong arms and leans on the doorframe. His eyes are a striking shade of blue - somehow both sharp and soft. His dark hair is shaped into a slightly grown-out, un-styled mohawk. It fits him oddly enough.

“I, uh,” you take a deep breath. Christ you need to get laid if just *looking* at a hot guy has you this off kilter. “I live across the way. Just wanted t’ say welcome t’ tha neighborhood.”

That lopsided smile on his face grows into a grin. You don’t miss the way his eyes catch on your chest. “Aye? Nice tae meet ye. Names John MacTavish. M’friends call me Johnny.”

He gives your hand an extra little squeeze after shaking it. That accent might as well have you on the floor. You continue to blink dumbly, watching the at the scar on his chin stretches as he speaks.

Christ almighty, you’re pathetic.

“Nice to meet’ya.” You give him a warm smile, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Ya’ll here for vacation? We don’t get many Europeans ‘round here.”

He chuckles. It’s low and rumbling and would probably feel wonderful with your ear pressed to his chest. “Little bit o’ business, little bit o’ pleasure. This an’ tha’.”

“Hello, there.” Another man pops up from behind Johnny suddenly. Fucking hell, he’s gorgeous too. Older, for sure, with a uniquely cut beard that would probably look rather silly on anyone less handsome. At it stands, he manages to make it appear dignified.

“Ah, jus’ about tae call fer ye, Cap. This is our neighbor.” Johnny gestures toward you.

“John Price.” The man steps forward to shake your hand. It’s firm and professional and thank god your grandad made you practice a good handshake as a kid or you’d be painfully embarrassed.

“Are all UK men named John or is this just some sorta cult?” You blurt, unable to stop yourself from snickering at them.

Older John chuckles at you fondly, his facial hair giving him a pleasant U-shaped smile. “Be easier to remember that way, wouldn’t it? No, we’re with two others. Kyle and Simon. They’re out at the moment.”

“Kyle and Simon.” You repeat, nodding. Johnny, John, Kyle, Simon. “Are y’all in town long?”

“Indefinitely.” Is all Price gives you. It’s a tone that even someone as dense as you can recognize as ‘don’t ask more.’

You clap your hands together and smile a little wider, ready to make your exit. “Well, I’m not here t’be a bother, just wanted t’ welcome ya and, uh, let y’know that I have a lot of people over throughout the day - I’m a nail tech. They shouldn’t bother ya but y’know.”

“Ye can come bother us anytime, bonnie.” The Scot hits you with that grin again and your face suddenly feels far too hot.

A loud, whining screech sounds off from down the road. You check your watch. Holy shit, three-thirty already. You begin to back off the porch. “Ah, nice t’ meet ya again! See ya ’round!”

As you jog down the little dirt road of the trailer park another black car passes you. It’s smaller, a sedan. You make very brief eye contact with a blonde wearing a surgical mask and another man with the sharpest golden eyes you’ve ever seen - even through the tint of the window.

*Kyle and Simon,* you think.

You make a mental note to greet them at some point and continue down the street. The school bus slowly stops at the entrance and you take up your spot in the small crowd of parents. IT’s a shabby old bus - chipping paint and break pads that sounds like they’re about ready to snap. It’s all they’re willing to send out to your little section of the city, though.

Shelby meanders over in your direction, her usual Camel Crush lit up in one hand and the other teasing her already well-lifted hair. “Afternoon. Saw there was some new folks across from ya.”

“Hm?” You keep your eyes on the bus. “Ah, yeah. Just vacationers, I think.”

“Lookers, though.” She chuckles.

“They’re from the UK.” You offer.

“No shit!” Shelby stamps out her cigarette as the bus doors open. “Accent and all?”

“Yep.” You grin.

Shelby tsks and fiddles with her hair again. “I best go over an’ make myself known, then.”

“There’s an older fella with a neat beard. Think you’d like ‘em.” You snicker.

She hums. “I’ll bring a pie.”

The children practically burst out of the bus doors, as always. Ready to be home and shuck off their backpacks to their respective adult. Shelby’s son almost knocks her over, offering a little “Good afternoon, ma’am!” to you before heading off with his mother.

You nod to him, shoving a hand in your pocket as you wait for yours. She’s always the last. Always caught up in a book or something and doesn’t realize it’s time to get off of the bus. Sure enough, the driver has to call back to her before the little girl comes dashing out. She jumps off of the bus steps, despite being told time and time again not to, and kicks a rock on her way toward you.

You bow low for her. “Welcome home, Lady Sophie.”

She giggles, dark curls bouncing as she skips over. “Ni-ni!”

You take her bag from her. The thing really does dwarf the poor six year old. Her hand slips into yours easily. Soft and round and somehow always so much warmer than yours.

“My nail color chipped!” She announces, holding up her ring finger on the opposite hand.

“Oh! Now we can’t have that. I’ll fix it tonight.” You smile, waving at old Mr.Chester as the two of you pass.

“Well now!” He calls. “How blessed am I to see two such lovely ladies!”

You both giggle, continuing on your way. He’s a good landlord - spotted you more than a few times when Sophie was a baby and you couldn’t work consistently. Honestly, as you look around, the little community that he’s managed to build in this shitty corner of the world should be praised. Housing just enough snowbirds to cover his property costs while keeping rent low for the full time locals. Maybe you could convince Natalie at the paper to run a little story on it or something.

As you pull up to your own home, the blonde man is outside leaning on the front of their double wide. Seeing him standing at full height makes your blood run cold. The man is built like a damn barn - tall and wide. Beyond solid. *Brick shithouse*. It’s a bit weird that he’s covered in clothing head to toe but whatever. Weirder things have happened before. The mask still covers his face, you wonder if he had taken it off before you came up or just flipped it up to smoke.

“Sophie, head on in. I’ll catch up.” You push her toward the door. She scampers in, the screen door slamming behind her as you march up to the brick shithouse of a man in front of you.

“Which are ya? Kyle or Simon?” You smile, holding out your hand to shake.

Dark eyes rake over you, stopping briefly on your hand, before moving back to meet yours. He stomps out the half smoked cigarette. “Simon.”

You let your hand drop. Bit rude, this one. “Nice t meetcha.”

The other man pops his head out of the trailer. Kyle, you assume. “Oh. Hello.”

“Hi.” You smile as warmly as you can, giving your name. “I’m assumin’ yer Kyle.”

“Yeah.” He chuckles. “I’m guessing you’re the neighbor Price mentioned.”

You nod, about to speak again but Simon shoves past you, marching his way up the steps. “Let’s go.” He grunts, pushing the other man back into the trailer despite his protests.

You wrinkle your nose at him. What an asshole.

“Who’s tha’?” Sophie asks over the back of the old, worn couch as you let the trailer door slam behind you.

“New neighbors.” You say simply, glancing out the window. “Don’t go over there without me, yeah?”

“Okay!” She agrees, sitting back on the couch and bouncing, beginning her usual post school chant. “Bluey! Bluey! Bluey!”

You drop her backpack down beside the small coffee table. “After yer homework.”

“Nooo!” She pouts.

“Then no Bluey.”

Sophie pouts harder but crawls down in front of the coffee table and pulls out her little work sheets. At least the school doesn’t over run them too terribly with homework toward the end of the year. You glance at the calendar. Wednesday, May 22nd. Damn, she really only has about a week left. Though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to this summer break with her. She’s old enough now that you can take her places like the arcade without having to wait on her so much. You’ll actually be able to play some of the two-player games.

Plus, this year, you actually have a little more pocket change to make it fun.

You turn to look out the window once more at the new neighbors. Their curtains remain closed, cars neatly parked out front. The door opens slowly, the hot Scot and rude blonde wander to the Sedan. Simon’s shoulders shake at something Johnny said - you think he’s laughing but its hard to tell with that mask. Johnny’s head turns, blue eyes meeting yours through the shitty glass windows of your trailer. You squeak and duck to sit next to Sophie, praying that he didn’t catch you staring.

#simon x reader #fanfiction #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #fanfic #call of duty #plus size reader #fat reader #ghost cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #holly writes

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humaling · 2 months ago

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Mother's Day Special.

pairings: finnick odair x reader

summary: you drag finnick along with you as you try to find the perfect gift for mother's day.

warnings: false perspective of reader towards finnick, allusions to prostitution

word count: 3.8k

author's note: dont worry guys! this is pure fluff with brief mentions of the warnings above.

The sun peeks at its highest hour, casting golden light across the stoned dirt paths of District 4. Despite the heat rising off the ground in wavering lines, it does little to stop the gentle buzz of life in the market. Children dash between vendor stalls with sticky fingers and windswept hair, their laughter caught in the sea breeze. Women with woven baskets on their hips bargain gently with fishermen and bakers, while a few older men cluster near the docks, fanning themselves with folded newspapers.

Almost every stall carries some variation of the same bright theme—heart-shaped boxes wrapped in red foil or soft pastel paper, each one tagged with a small sticker that reads: Happy Mother’s Day. The scent of brine mingles with warm bread and sun-dried herbs, carrying notes of citrus and honey through the air. The cobblestones are warm beneath your sandals as you stroll beside Finnick, your elbow just brushing his every so often.

He’s quieter than usual, hands tucked awkwardly into the pockets of his light shirt, eyes flickering from stall to stall. You know he’s never been fond of the heat or the press of crowds, but today, it feels like something else entirely. He walks close beside you but doesn’t speak unless spoken to, and even then, there’s a carefulness to him—a slight pause before every answer, as if weighing each word.

“Should we get a cake?” you ask aloud, mostly to yourself, slowing to admire a quaint little stall lined with aesthetically pleasing sweets. Round little cakes dusted with powdered sugar, pastel-frosted tarts, and chocolate drizzled pastries sit perfectly arranged behind a pane of glass.

Finnick’s gaze flicks toward you, then lingers on the way your eyes follow the desserts, your head craning long past the point of practicality until you’re nearly walking backwards. A quiet chuckle slips from his lips—low, amused, and fond.

Some things never change. Your sweet tooth, for one.

It hasn’t been long since he returned from another of his Capitol trips—those painfully long stretches of silence that left your days feeling dull and gray. The routine filled in the emptiness as best it could: morning visits to the docks, midday runs to the market to help restock your family’s fishery, and long afternoons at the beach, trying to scrub away the sweat and stillness clinging to your skin. At night, you’d lie in bed, the sea breeze brushing against your cheeks, imagining the sound of Finnick’s voice—its playful cadence, its gentleness. And those ridiculous, mesmerizing green eyes that reminded you so much of the ocean it hurt.

“I’m sure you’ll be the only one eating that cake, honey,” Finnick says, his voice light and teasing, the word honey slipping from his tongue like he’s said it a thousand times. He pretends not to notice the slight tilt of your head at the nickname.

You roll your eyes, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You think you’re so smart for calling me out, don’t you, Odair?”

That earns a real laugh—not the one he shows the Capitol, all perfect pearly whites and carefully rehearsed charm. No, this one is smaller. Softer. The corners of his mouth curl into a boyish smile and his shoulders shake slightly as it bubbles up from his chest. He glances down at the ground, a flicker of nerves shadowing his features.

It’s that laugh. The real one. The one he only shares when he forgets to hold his guard up.

You’ve seen it only a handful of times, but you recognize it instantly. It tugs something in your chest.

He’s nervous again. You don’t know why, but you’ve noticed it more and more lately—the way he moves slower around you, speaks gentler, watches you with something unreadable in his eyes. There's a new layer to him now, a cautiousness that wasn’t there before. Not distance exactly. More like reverence.

And it gnaws at you, this question that won’t go away.

Why is Finnick Odair suddenly so careful with you?

From the corner of your eye, a booth catches your attention. You stop in front of a stall strung with sea glass and shells, little earrings catching the sun like tiny chandeliers. Soft blues and greens sparkle from delicate wire hooks, and the salt-kissed wind carries the faint scent of lemon oil and fresh linen.

“She likes the ocean,” you say, picking up a necklace with a smooth pearl threaded on twine. “This could work, right?”

Finnick leans in, careful not to brush too close. “It’s pretty,” he murmurs after a pause. “But does she wear stuff like this? Feels more like something you’d pick for yourself.”

You huff, setting the necklace down beside the others embroidered with seashells and pearls. Of course he knows you too well.

“That’s not a bad thing.”

Finnick falters, the tips of his ears turning a little pink. You figure it’s just the heat.

“No, I mean—it’s nice! Really nice. I just… it should be something she’d like, you know?” His voice trips slightly, then steadies.

You smile to yourself. “You’re very committed to impressing my mom.”

He clears his throat, trying and failing to play it off. “She’s important. I mean, she raised you, so… that already says a lot.”

You pause, your heart skipping a little. The way he says it—it’s careful, but full of quiet admiration. There’s something else too. Maybe nerves. Probably because he’s only met your mother a handful of times, and she is pretty intimidating.

The two of you continue weaving your way through the market’s gravel paths, sunlight glinting off every polished surface. Each stall is lively with color and sound—vendors calling out deals, children tugging at their mothers’ sleeves, the occasional clang of a dropped coin or the snap of cloth banners in the breeze. Still, no gift feels right.

Normally, your dad would be with you for this—he’s got a sixth sense when it comes to your mom. But he’s busy today. After a strong morning haul with Finnick’s uncle, your family’s store is swamped. It was Finnick’s uncle, actually, who mentioned that Finnick had come home last night and insisted he join you today.

You glance over at Finnick, who’s now leading you toward a booth on the far side of the market. He’s squinting in concentration, brows drawn, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he scans the table of handmade jewelry. His fingers skim lightly over trinkets and tiny carved charms, like he’s trying to divine the perfect choice through sheer will.

He’s really taking this seriously.

You find yourself watching him more than the table. He looks different—older. Manlier, you think. Time and distance had sculpted new edges into the boy you grew up with. He’s nearly twenty now, and the boyish softness you remember has been replaced with something steadier. Broader shoulders. Sharper jaw. Like the Capitol’s favorite poster boy finally grew into the myth they made of him.

The roots of his natural bronze hair are peeking through the sandy blond dye, the strands tousled by the wind. With the sun slanting over his face, his golden skin seems to glow, casting an ethereal sort of light. It’s almost unfair—how beautiful he is. No wonder everyone in the Capitol fawns over him. No wonder the rumors say he has a string of lovers at the Capitol.

You’ve never asked. Not once. Not even when the whispers started. And you both stopped talking about those things after you got your first boyfriend—one Finnick caught wind of the minute he came back from a Capitol trip. He’d told your mom about it, too, which somehow turned them into reluctant allies.

“Look, I know I’m gorgeous, sweetheart,” Finnick drawls, cutting into your thoughts, “but we really do have a present to find today.”

You blink, cheeks heating. Your gaze snaps to the table in front of you, full of rings and earrings you weren’t really seeing. The warmth crawling up your neck isn’t just from the sun, and the smirk Finnick shoots you says he knows exactly what you were doing.

But he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he picks up a pair of earrings—delicate, uneven pearls in different sizes—and holds them up to you.

“What do you think? Would your mom like these?” he asks, his voice gentler now, genuinely curious.

You chew your lip. “She already has a drawer full of pearl earrings. Like, a whole drawer.”

Finnick’s shoulders slump, and he places them back with a quiet sigh. He thanks the vendor politely before guiding you away, the light touch of his hand settling at the small of your back. It lingers just long enough to send your heart fluttering.

The two of you stroll a little farther, slower now, the rhythm of the market buzzing around you in waves—voices rising and falling, baskets thudding softly against tables, the occasional gust of sea wind carrying the scent of brine and grilled meat. You’re both starting to look a little defeated.

“Maybe chocolates?” Finnick suggests, hands stuffed in his pockets again as he squints toward a table stacked with candy boxes wrapped in red foil.

“Finn, that’s too common,” you say with a sigh. “I want something different!”

He hums, kicking a small pebble off the path. “Pillows?”

“She’s got too many of that,” you huff. “Dad’s already complaining he doesn’t have space to sleep on anymore.”

That makes Finnick laugh—a proper, open laugh that slips out before he can stop it. It draws a smile from you, too, even if your frustration is still bubbling beneath the surface.

You don’t notice the stall until the smell hits you. Something warm, crispy, and fried. Your head turns instantly.

“Ooh! Wait—there!” you point suddenly, grabbing Finnick’s wrist before he can ask what you’re talking about. He stumbles a bit, laughing as you drag him toward a small, crowded street food stall wedged between two larger booths.

The stand is simple, its faded canopy fluttering under the sun. A woman stands behind a sizzling grill, flipping golden pastries with expert ease while a younger boy bags orders and takes coins from a queue of hungry kids. The air smells like garlic and butter, with a hint of sweet something you can’t quite place.

“Break time,” you announce, already tugging a few coins from your pouch. “My treat.”

Finnick raises an eyebrow but follows you without protest. “I didn’t know indecisiveness came with snacks.”

“It does when you’ve been in the sun for two hours and still haven’t found a single gift,” you mutter.

You order two of whatever looks best—some kind of flaky bread folded around cheese and herbs, still steaming in the paper when it’s handed to you. Finnick’s lips part in surprise at the first bite, eyebrows raising like he wasn’t expecting it to be that good.

You both lean against the edge of a nearby booth, half in the shade, munching quietly for a moment. The food is warm and comforting, and even the market seems less loud here.

“So… maybe no to chocolates and pillows,” Finnick says after a beat, licking a bit of butter off his thumb. “What does she like, other than your dad and yelling at Capitol broadcasts?”

You snort, nearly choking on your bite. “She likes—cooking. And books. And stuff for her kitchen. And collecting those little hand-painted bowls. Oh! And dried lavender. She keeps some in her pillowcase.”

Finnick nods slowly, absorbing all of it. “Alright. That’s better. We can work with that.”

You glance sideways at him, smiling behind your paper-wrapped pastry. “You’re really taking this seriously.”

“I told you,” he shrugs, looking at you like it’s obvious. “This is your mom we’re talking about.”

You’re halfway through your snack when something soft drifts on the breeze—faint and floral, cutting through the heavier scents of the market. You pause mid-bite, nose twitching.

“Wait… do you smell that?” you murmur, eyes narrowing as you scan the rows of stalls ahead.

Finnick pauses mid-bite. “Is that… flowers?”

“Lavender,” you say quickly, suddenly alert. “Come on!”

You toss the last bite of your food into your mouth and grab Finnick’s wrist again before he can protest, weaving through the crowd toward the source of the scent. He stumbles after you with a faint “I’m starting to think I’m just your personal market tug toy,” but he doesn’t try to pull away.

The stall is tucked to the side beneath a faded lilac tarp. Jars of dried herbs sit lined in neat rows, along with bundles of flowers tied together with twine and tiny cloth sachets printed with little seahorses and coral designs. There’s a small display of lavender oil bottles, each with handwritten labels, and beside them: handcrafted cutting boards, wooden spoons, and delicate tea towels embroidered with patterns of fish and ferns.

You gasp softly, reaching for a sachet. “This is perfect.”

Finnick lets out a low whistle. “Smells like a field. In the nice way. Not the itchy way.”

You laugh and hand him one of the smaller boards. “Do you think this would match our kitchen?”

He turns it over in his hands, inspecting it like he’s considering buying a new boat. “It’s pretty. I can see your mom using it to chop up sea bass. Or whack your dad when he complains about pillows.”

You snort, nodding in agreement. You end up picking out the sachet, the board, and a tiny bottle of lavender oil for her nightstand. It feels right. Thoughtful. Like her.

Now, you just need something to pull it all together.

“We should go to Junie’s,” you say as you leave the stall, the brown paper bag in your arms rustling softly. “She has baskets and all that pretty wrapping stuff.”

“Stationery shop Junie?” Finnick asks, brows raised. His arm stretches out so his hand could get the paper bag from your grasp. “The one who sold me pink star stickers that said ‘good job!’ on them when I was ten?”

“Yeah,” you grin, absentmindedly letting him take the paper bag like it’s second nature to you. “and she also has ribbon and twine and those little filler shreds. Come on.”

The shop is only a few blocks away, nestled between a clothing store and the district’s small library. Inside, it smells faintly of parchment and glue, with shelves stacked with pastel paper, notebooks, and crafting supplies. You spot the baskets almost immediately—small woven ones with handles, just the right size.

Finnick trails behind you, watching with quiet amusement as you examine a roll of soft purple ribbon.

“You’re doing that face,” he says.

You glance at him. “What face?”

“The face you make when you’re about to make something look very cute and pretend like you didn’t spend two hours planning it.”

You scoff but don’t deny it. “It’s for my mom. She deserves a cute basket.”

You both end up at the small table by the shop’s front window, where Junie lets customers use the space to wrap gifts. You kneel beside the basket, arranging the board and sachet and bottle just so, while Finnick tears small bits of tissue paper and hands you ribbons.

He’s careful, quiet—his fingers brushing yours every so often, gaze flickering to your face when he thinks you won’t notice. You do.

“You’re really good at this,” you say softly.

He shrugs, cheeks pink again. “Just want it to be special.”

You look at him then—really look. And something about the way he’s watching the little lavender bundle settle into its spot in the basket makes your chest flutter.

You carefully tuck the last bit of tissue around the lavender oil, smoothing the layers like it’s something sacred. Finnick ties the ribbon into a neat bow, his fingers slow and focused as if doing anything too fast might unravel the moment.

“She’s going to love it,” he says quietly.

You glance up, your hands stilling. “You think so?”

Finnick nods, not quite meeting your eyes. “Yeah. I mean… if my mom were still around, I’d want to give her something like this.”

The words settle between you, gentle but weighted. You feel them lodge in your chest like a stone dropped in water—quiet at first, but rippling outward.

You don’t say anything at first, afraid to break the silence in the wrong way. So instead, you reach out, your fingers brushing his wrist before resting there lightly. “You think she would’ve liked lavender too?”

He huffs a quiet laugh, something almost fond flickering across his face. “She was more of a mint person. Used to hang sprigs of it by the door so the house would smell fresh. Drove my dad crazy.”

You smile softly. “She sounds cool.”

“She was,” he says, and then he shifts slightly, meeting your gaze now. “You remind me of her, sometimes.”

The basket sits finished between you, neat and pretty with its lilac bow and gentle scent filling the small corner of Junie’s shop. It doesn’t feel like just a gift anymore—it feels like a bridge. A small act of love for your mother, and maybe, in some quiet way, for Finnick’s too.

You watch him, eyes tracing the line of his jaw, the way his hands still hover over the basket even though you’re done. You want to say something that matters. So you take a breath.

“Finn,” you start, hesitant. “Would you… would you want to stay for dinner tonight? With us? It’s just going to be something small, nothing fancy, but… I think Mom would like having you there.”

His head lifts immediately, eyes wide like he didn’t expect that at all. “Dinner?”

You nod, suddenly shy. “Yeah. I mean, it’s Mother’s Day. And you helped with the gift, so it only feels right that you get to be there too, right?”

Finnick blinks, then laughs quietly—but it’s not a deflection. He’s just surprised. Giddy. His whole face softens, lit up by a kind of boyish joy you haven’t seen in a long time.

“Are you sure?” he asks, tilting his head a little. “I mean, your mom… she’s okay with that?”

You give him a pointed look. “You helped me carry her present through half the market while melting in the heat. You’ve earned it.”

“Okay. I’d like that. A lot.” Finnick’s smile stretches wide, his green eyes bright as sea glass under sunlight. He shifts the basket carefully in his hands, then glances at you with a playful tilt of his head. “What should I wear?”

You cross your arms and slowly look him up and down, cocking an eyebrow. “Just go shower. You look greasy.”

His jaw drops, exaggerated. “Greasy?”

You stifle a grin. “You’re literally glistening.”

“That’s sweat. That’s hardworking, sun-drenched charm, thank you very much.”

“It’s grime, Odair. Go rinse it off.”

He presses a hand dramatically over his heart. “So ruthless. I slave away helping you pick the perfect gift, and this is the thanks I get?”

“Oh, you poor thing,” you say, grabbing the corner of the basket. “Here, let me carry—”

Finnick pulls it slightly away with a small shake of his head. “Nope. I’ve got it.”

You roll your eyes. “Finn. It’s literally not heavy.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s for your mom. Which means it’s sacred. I’m not letting you carry it after you let me sweat my soul out at the market.” He flashes you a smirk, and you hate how smug he looks while being so unnecessarily gallant.

Still, you fall into step beside him as he cradles the gift basket like it’s spun glass, walking back toward the housing rows near the docks. The wind’s picked up a bit, soft and salty, and you let the quiet settle between you comfortably.

Finnick glances sideways at you, his voice softer now. “So… dinner, huh?”

“Don’t overthink it,” you say, nudging his elbow gently. “You already passed the hardest test.”

“What’s that?”

“You made me laugh while we were both sweating to death in the middle of the market. Not many people can do that.”

He chuckles under his breath, and the sound makes something light settle in your chest.

“Then I guess I better scrub off all this ‘rugged charm’ before I see your mom,” he teases. “Wouldn’t want to blow my chance.”

You bump his arm lightly again. “Finnick. You already have.”

And though you keep walking like it’s no big deal, you feel his glance linger a little longer on you, and the smile that tugs at his lips tells you he caught your meaning.

By the time you and Finnick start to make your way back to your home, the sun had already begun to dip when you and Finnick reached your front steps. The sky behind the house is painted in soft shades of pink and gold. The scent of salt still clung to the air, but it was quieter now—the market’s noise a distant memory.

You unlock the door and step inside, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards greeting you like always. The scent of something cooking wafts faintly from the kitchen—probably the beginnings of your dad’s famous seafood stew. Your heart picks up a beat.

Finnick lingers in the doorway, suddenly a little unsure of himself. He holds the basket in both hands like a peace offering, shifting it slightly as if debating whether to step in with his boots still on.

“You’re allowed inside, you know,” you say with a smirk, toeing off your shoes near the door.

“I know. It just feels like…” He trails off, then breathes a small laugh. “Like I’m walking into something big.”

You glance at him. “It’s just dinner.”

“With your mom.” He raises an eyebrow. “And your dad.”

That makes you snort. “You’ve met them before, Finn.”

“Yeah, but never while holding a gift basket like I’m some kind of suitor meeting his fate.”

“You’re not—” you start, but you can’t finish the sentence. Not when your cheeks are already warm and Finnick’s looking at you with that knowing glint in his eye.

“You want me to set this on the kitchen table?” he asks, already making his way there.

“Yeah, just—wait, don’t let my mom see it yet! I want to help wrap the ribbon around it first.”

He pauses mid-step. “There’s a ribbon?”

You give him a mock-scolding look. “Of course there’s a ribbon. We’re being thoughtful, remember?”

Finnick hums, placing the basket gently on the kitchen counter and turning to you with a grin that somehow manages to be both charming and a little bit shy. “Right. Thoughtful. Got it.”

Just then, you hear your mom’s voice from down the hallway—calling out your name to ask if that was the front door she heard. You meet Finnick’s eyes, both of you freezing like kids caught sneaking dessert.

“Well,” you murmur, smoothing down your shirt, “here goes nothing.”

Finnick gives you a lopsided smile, his voice warm. “Let’s make a good impression, sweetheart.”

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sevsbunny · 2 months ago

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˙⋆✮ dripping in starlight ✮⋆˙

modern!sevika x modern!mel medarda

18+ minors and men dni! — combined body worshiping with honeymoon <3 fingering (mel receiving!) sex on a private beach.

happy melvika week! here is my little fic that i want to hold so dearly in my hands just for you guys <3 kinda lowkey wanna write them later…thinking things… (btw not edited lol)

@melvikaweek2025

the wind whistles softly through the air, a salty breeze brushing past their skins as they walked hand in hand, the cool sand sinking in between their toes.

the moon was hovered so delicately above the calm ocean water, a reflective light bouncing off the surface to illuminate the beach, making mel’s golden marks shine brighter with each step.

she was captivating, something sevika swore she had never seen before.

it was a special time for the two of them — they were spending their honeymoon far from the streets of new york, and on the soft and warm sandy beaches of the tropics.

they both agreed they needed some week deserved sun to warm their skin.

mel’s long locs swayed with each step of her hips, brushing over her ass gently. it tickled a little, but she looked good — she knew it with the way sevika’s eyes seemed to be in a trance, her eyes moving along with mel’s body as she walked ahead.

she decided to wear a little bikini top and bottom to match, and a small cover up made of old netting thanks to jinx who found it in the back of her drawer from a left over fashion project. she wanted something easy and breezy and jinx delivered.

“is this a good spot, my love?” mel asks gently, pointing over to a spot near a large formation of rock , shielding any public eyes away from their small little cove.

the water lapped up the shores of the beach, reaching their toes as they moved back just enough so their blanket wouldn’t get wet.

sevika nods as she takes the blanket before throwing it open, letting it settle easily over the sand. she slips off her sandals and places when on the corners of the big blanket so the wind tickling their skin wouldn’t roll over the corner.

mel mimics sevika’s action with her own two sandals, before stepping carefully on the blanket. there was more than enough space for her and her partner as sevika landed next to her, her left hand on her exposed thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

sevika’s black wedding band glinted in the moon light, tightly secured against her metal ring finger. you didn’t know the specifics of how it worked, just that there was a strong enough magnet attached so she’d never lose it.

“you chose the perfect spot, angel.” sevika body turns towards mel’s, her legs still outstretched and entangled with mel. her biker shorts were tight on her thighs, accentuating her waist and hips while she had a swimming top on.

her lips pressed softly against mel’s rich skin, peppering small kisses along her collarbone in a slow pace, her mech hand coming to cup mel’s jaw in a gentle embrace. the cool touch of the metal against mel’s warm skin made her body hum with delight, relaxing into sevika’s hold.

mel’s own left hand came to match sevika’s movements to cup the back of her head, the shaved undercut rubbing under her fingertips. with the action, she pulled sevika’s face into her own neck — the faintest trace of sevika’s cologne still lingered on her skin, and mel couldn’t help herself but to lick her neck softly — tasting her.

“mm..” a groan was caught in the back of sevika’s throat at mel’s action, her right hand coming to wrap around mel’s waist to pull her into her lap. mel let out a giggle at the abrupt action, her legs slotting on either sides of sevika’s thick thighs.

sevika’s looks up into mel’s own eyes, seeing them glint in the low light. the sound of the ocean waves crashing quietly onto shore mixed with the angelic sound of mel’s laugh had sevika’s heart beating faster.

sevika’s hands came down the sides of mel’s body, right hand coming to hold the entirety of her back, and her left wrapped around her waist. her mech fingers toyed with the small strings on mel’s waist wrap — tugging on them before they fell free and loosened the clothing.

it fell from mel’s hips as sevika pulled it away, leaving mel in a two piece. it was an deep, vibrant red that made the golden markings along her skin look like they were kissed in starlight.

“you’re perfect,” sevika mumbles, her eyes gazing up the length of mel’s body as mel sits there — her arms wrapped around sevika’s neck and playing with the ends of her short hair.

before mel can utter a word, sevika catches her lips with her own, the cool touch of sevika’s lower lip piercing pressing into mel’s hot skin.

it made mel groan against her into the kiss.

sevika huffed in response, gripping tightening as she tugs on mel’s bottom lip with her teeth, rolling it in between them before sucking on it gently — eliciting a moan from mel. she sucks in shape breath before sevika’s lips find their way back onto mel’s, tongue swiping her bottom lip.

mel’s head swims with thoughts as sevika kisses her, her hands roaming up and down the length of her body. even if sevika already has a metal hand, she can seek the burn of the wedding band on her left finger searing into her skin as sevika kisses her passionately.

as sevika kissed her like it was her last breath, she moved so mel was now laying on her back, the stars shining beautifully above her as sevika hovered over her frame. sevika had one leg in between mel’s, the exposed skin on her thigh brushing against the inside of mel’s making her shiver in delight

as sevika moved her hands from beneath mel, she looked down to capture mel’s gaze with her own. her eyes shone with lust and passion, a never ended burning of desire. “look at you,” the back of her flesh hand comes to caress the side of mel’s face, mel leaning into her touch as she slips her eyes closed and lets out a satisfied hum.

“my perfect, pretty wife.” mel nuzzles into sevika’s pal as her thumb comes to graze her bottom lip softly, mel’s body thrumming to life. she can’t help but flicker her eyes up to sevika’s — watching the way they get blown out as mel takes her thumb into her mouth slowly, wrapping her lips around the digit.

she hums softly as she sucks on sevika’s thumb, feeling her thigh press firmly against mel’s clothed cunt. she whimpers at the action, cunt throbbing as she feels sevika’s firm thigh.

“what is it, hm?” sevika’s voice is thick and low, dripping of honey and desire as she looks down at mel, her eyes searching hers as she slips her thumb from her mouth. “what’s got you whimpering, my love?” she cocks her head the side as she see’s mel slip slowly into submission, a smile on her lips.

“you, darling.” she nearly whimpers, her fingers holding righting around sevika’s biceps. sev’s mech hand props herself up on the other side of mel’s head as she releases a bit of pressure off of her cunt.

“is that so?” sevika hums in delight as her flesh hand comes to glide down the side of mel’s stomach, over her hip bone and tugging at the knot holding her bikini bottom on. it falls away with a single motion, letting sevika pull it back to reveal mel’s wet pussy to her — glistening under the moonlight.

mel’s markings shine a bit brighter as she feels her cunt throb under sevika’s heavy gaze, tuning in on the precise movements of her finger tips pushing her bikini bottom aside. their gazes stay fixated on each other, mouths open slightly as sevika’s middle finger comes to tease mel’s wet entrance.

“sev..” mel lets out a soft gasp, her chest arching slightly into sevika as her middle finger dips slowly into mel’s hole. “mm..” she relaxes as sevika pulls her finger back out to circle her clit slowly — drinking in the soft mewls and moans her pretty wife makes under her.

“you sound so divine,” she groans softly before leaning her head to hide her face into mel’s neck — mel moving her legs to wrap around sevika’s hips loosely. her nose nudges mel’s neck, licking a soft spot before suckling on it all the while rubbing mel’s clit slowly, before trading back down to her hole — thumb pressing firmly on her clit. “tell me, my pretty wife, what do you want?”

her voice is gruff, low, but flowing with dominance over mel. her head spins as she feels sevika suck and nibble at her neck, the gold on her skin shimmering in the moonlight. she needed sevika, needed to feel how she felt inside her as her wife.

“you, please… i…” her please is cut off with a soft moan as sevika sinks her middle finger into mel, kissing her collarbone with a small nip. “thank you…” mel relaxes under sevika, as she begins to pump her wrist slowly, drawing breathy whines from mel.

“good girl for saying please and thank you,” she mumbles softly before leaning back, taking her mech arm with her and sitting on her haunches. she keeps her finger inside of mel, but pulling her legs so they were now spread apart — each one on either side of sevika with her feet planted firmly on her thighs.

“let your husband give you your reward now, mm?” sevika was about to fucking cum in her pants with how pretty mel sounded with the waves crashing whine them. how the moonlight kissed every single surface of mel’s skin, sand speckling places.

she couldn’t help herself as she pushed another finger into mel, watching her wife squirm and whine underneath during action. mel’s hand comes to grip sevika’s wrist connected to the fingers inside her, nails digging into the skin

“sev…oh…!” mel whines out as sevika curls her fingers inside her, thumb pressing firmly into her swollen clit and rubbing slow circles.

“you feel like a dream, sweetheart.” her metal hand comes to hold down mel’s hips, cooling her hot skin as she registers the sensation. she catches the glint of sev’s wedding band, blushing deeply at the days just before they flew out here to celebrate their honeymoon.

it wasn’t that long but mel loved being married to sevika. she loved waking up next to her with their legs entangled together, hair splayed out in different directions with bonnets half on. she loves the sleepy smiles that came with seeing sevika open her eyes to look at mel first thing in the morning, lazily pulling her into her for cuddling.

she loved how easy they flowed with each other — how easy it was to do a dance as one.

“mel, baby.” sevika calls out to mel from her daydreams and back to the present — sevika’s hair coming out of her loose ponytail as she bites her lower lip. the sounds of mel’s wet cunt fills the silences next to the waves pulling in and out of the sand. she loves how soft everything felt while sevika touched her and looked at her.

“mm…yeah sev…?” she breaths out, feeling her fingers easily fuck her wet cunt with each thrust of her wrist. sevika grins as she takes her metal arm from across her waist and pulls mel’s hand away from her wrist connected to her fingers inside her.

she leans over mel again and pins mel’s hand up above her head, pushing her hips into mel as sevika’s fingers curled deep inside her.

“want to feel you close when you cum on my fingers my my new wife.” sevika’s eyes flicker over mel’s face as she registers what she said. her eyes blow wide with lust as sevika starts thrusting her hips into her at the same pace her fingers fuck deep into mel’s sweet cunt, thumb rolling over her clit.

it drives mel wild, her one free hand pulling sevika close to her by the back of her neck and crashes her lips into her, moaning into the kiss as sevika fucks her fingers against her.

“sound so pretty, sweetheart.” sevika can’t help but bite mel’s lower lip as she feels mel’s cunt clench around her fingers, nails digging into her skin on the back of her neck.

soft whimpers pleas fell from mel’s pretty plush lips as she arched her body into sevika’s matched her hips to the rhythm as she got fucked by her fingers. she felt like bliss.

“right there…oh..,” she groans as she pushes her head into sevika’s neck, her own hand going from holding mel’s wrist to intertwining their fingers together. “‘m close…vika…mm…!” she wraps her lips around the skin on sevika’s collarbone, sucking hard enough to mark skin as she cums around her fingers

“oh…that’s it, pretty wife. there you go, giving your husband what she needs.” sevika praises mel as she fucks her through her orgasm, letting her hand go in a gentle hold as she peppers soft kisses along mel’s own neck, letting up on her swollen and throbbing clit.

she pulls her fingers from mel’s cunt, taking them to her lips and sucking them clean to taste mel’s cum on her tongue. she groans softly as she looks into mel’s eyes, seeing nothing but love and adoration swimming in her gaze.

“my ethereal beauty of a wife. my lover. my heart.” sevika muses as she lets go of mel’s hands, before taking mel’s legs and spreading them wide for her to slot her body down.

she moves down mel’s body, peppering kisses along her skin as she holds onto her gently, nipping skin as she goes. she could sit here and worship mel forever if she let her.

and mel would let her do anything.

“my turn, husband.” mel coos as she feels sevika kiss her hip bones, mel’s hands tangling into sevika’s hair. sevika’s eyes flicker up to mel’s, and she can see a smirk growing on her lips.

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somepsychopomp · 6 months ago

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A Fair Contest (Ch. 2)

Summary-

A golden apple was tossed into a gathering of gods. Upon it, the inscription read:

To the most amorous king.

And two hands reached for it at once.

Unless the world was to be torn asunder by the warring sky and sea, Zeus and Poseidon would have to settle their dispute by having a mortal choose who was, beyond any doubt, the superior lover.

And they set their eyes upon Odysseus of Ithaca.

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A few notes: this is a continuation of chapter 1 of my AU (which you can read here)

Also, this isn't the complete second chapter, just a taste of what's to come. That being said, this is a rough draft so anything could be subject to change.

Word Count: approx. 3k

As a final note, if you really like this fic, let me know! The support I got for Part 1 was great and really encouraging :)

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Since Odysseus was the most eager of anyone to see the palace complete, he was also one of the hardest workers. He rose at dawn and refused to rest even as the sun set on most days, using torches and lamps to give him light as he carved out furniture or laid out the stone tiles. He wanted as much of his new house to be built by his own hand as possible, to show Penelope just how much he adored her.

Sadly, this meant he was sometimes met with resistance from those closest to him.

“No, no,” Eurylochus said, blocking the entrance to the soon-to-be kitchens with his large frame, a smile on his face, “You’re not going anywhere near the construction today!”

Odysseus scoffed at his old friend, “Oh, is that so? And who are you to defy me?”

He tried to squeeze past, only to be met by Polites with his hands covered in the dust that came off the marble tiles.

“We’ll see to it that everything stays on schedule!” Polites said. He was no match for Odysseus, but together, his two closest friends kept him from laying the stonework himself.

“You need your rest.” Polites said, “You’d let any other man take a break, why not yourself?”

“Because I’m the king!”

Eurylochus’ strong arms wrapped around his waist and physically turned Odysseus around.

“Let go of me!” Odysseus said, feigning outrage even as he could feel Eurylochus laughing at him.

“Go, my king. Take a walk, go back to sleep. Do whatever you want. But you’re not coming back to work until you’ve had a well-earned rest!”

To think, the king of Ithaca was usurped by his closest friends!

Of course, they wouldn’t let him slink off to some other part of the palace to assist with the construction. While Eurylochus assumedly instructed the men, Polites was on Odysseus’ heels like a dog, poking and prodding at him every time he stopped to consider picking up a hammer or bucket.

“Alright!” Odysseus said at last, no longer even attempting to appear irritated. He threw his hands into the air in defeat. “It’s a nice day out, I think I’ll go for a swim.”

“Excellent choice!” Poltes said, a warm smile upon his face as if he didn’t just spend the last ten minutes physically harassing his dearest friend and king. Odysseus shot him a knowing look before heading off.

Ithaca was far from the largest island in the sea, or the most illustrious, and most of its shores consisted of rocky ground unsuitable for leisure. But he did know of a few beaches sporting white sand. There was even a little strip of soft sand not far from the palace. Odysseus intended for a stone pathway to be laid down, but he had no difficulty picking his way through the tall grass from the palace’s resting place to the sea below it.

He expected to see a few others enjoying the early summer weather, perhaps some children playing in the surf, but found no one else. It was honestly a relief as Odysseus left his sandals behind and savored the way the warm sand felt under his feet. On the way down, he had half a mind to wait a little while before sneaking back into the palace, but it was so lovely out that Odysseus was tempted to really take a break.

There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and yet the sun wasn’t unbearably hot. The sand under his feet didn’t burn and the waves weren’t the usual rough, tempestuous kind that battered Ithaca’s shores. These lapped softly at the shore, almost in tune with the songbirds as Odysseus decided to go for a stroll. The sea was truly splendid today, glittering as if it were made of sapphires and capped with silver foam.

Odysseus followed the beach, a little puzzled as a steep hill rose to his left, creating a bend in the path. He didn’t remember the beach here being curved, he thought it went on in a straight line. Nevertheless, it had been a while since his last visit the previous year. He was searching for the perfect location for his new palace before the construction began and thought a tidy strip of beach would be a nice addition to the grounds.

He followed the beach, stunned to come around the bend and find a beautiful cove on the other side. High cliffs concealed it from the rest of the island, with moss and draping ivy growing out of the stone. The cliffs formed a semi-circle and the sand followed suit, creating a crescent that the water fed into. A few rocky outcroppings formed miniature islands out in the water, which glimmered like turquoise in the sunlight.

How could he have missed this?

He was certain he walked the length of the beach and never once found anything as remarkable as this. The cove wasn’t very large, certainly no more than a few hundred feet wide, but its size added to its charm. It felt so serene here, so private. Odysseus could easily imagine guiding Penelope here for a picnic in the summer. He even went as far as imagining a few little ones jumping into the water.

Smiling to himself, Odysseus shed his clothes and dipped his feet into the water before wading farther out. Soon, he was swimming in the bright, cool waters of the little cove, ducking his head beneath the surf to avoid the incoming waves.

Once he was past the flurry of white-tipped waves that fell upon the shore, he could see one of the little islands directly in front of him. Odysseus wondered if he could make it there in just one breath, so he sucked in as much air as possible before diving once more.

Most people, especially those from the mainland, didn’t know how to swim. They thought, should someone fall into the ocean, that it was better to drown swiftly than to prolong the process by trying to stay afloat. Odysseus knew better. His father taught him to swim and Odysseus had been knocked off more than one boat over the course of his life. Mostly they were all accidents incurred while sailing between the stone pillars around Ithaca’s coast as a test of courage.

When he surfaced again, he could touch the wet stone. Odysseus even would’ve climbed on top just for the pleasure of jumping into the crystalline waters.

But he could only gawk with a sharp, painful sense of dread at the man seated upon the stone. A man that Odysseus feared was no mortal at all.

The stranger’s dense mane of pure white hair flowed lightly in the breeze, though his was not the face of an old man. No, whoever this was, he was beautiful beyond words. He wore no clothing whatsoever, proud to reveal his vast expanse of tan skin that seemed to glow in the sunlight. Much like his hair, his beard was full and well-kept despite its shocking lack of color.

His broad chest, twice as wide as Odysseus’ own, spoke of his strength, as did his equally impressive arms and thighs. Though interestingly enough, while he had a warrior’s build, he bore not even a single scar. And he did not sit facing Odysseus, but rather with his body at an angle that made the curve of his chest and biceps all the more enticing.

But his eyes. They sparkled like the purest of gold and put the stars to shame with their brilliance.

The man with all his entrancing features smiled at Odysseus as he held out a hand.

“Why, isn’t it a lovely day? Come, little king. Sit with me and enjoy the splendid sight of such a flawless sky.”

Odysseus pulled away from the man, wading in the water with half a mind to swim as hard as he could for land.

“Who…” he began, fighting to calm his nerves, “Who might you be, if I may ask?”

Odysseus already had his suspicions. Their fulsome, wavy tresses, broad shoulders, and the square cut of their jaws were the exact same.

Athena’s father continued to smile upon him, chuckling softly.

“How could I possibly introduce myself like this? Come, and partake in some company.”

Odysseus suddenly found it very hard to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure if it was his growing unease or something else, but he feared the water might pull him under at any moment.

As he bobbed in the surf, Odysseus startled at the sensation of something solid forming under his feet. He looked down, but could see no sand bar or stone beneath him, just the ocean.

“Why leave the water so soon?” a new voice asked. Odysseus stiffed and suppressed his instinct to lash out as an arm wrapped itself around his chest. The voice spoke into his ear, “The ocean is perfect today, isn’t it?”

The arm coaxed him closer until his back was flush against a warm chest. While Zeus’ voice was deep with the rolling resonance that came with thunder, this new voice was a little rougher and reminded Odysseus of the high tide crashing upon a rocky shore.

Odysseus risked a glance at the newcomer, any potential words to save himself dying in his throat.

Never in his life had he ever seen eyes so deeply, beautifully blue before. The azure gaze leveled upon him couldn’t have been compared to sapphires, lapis, or turquoise. And these eyes, too, seemed to glow. Only the most splendid ocean waters, sun-warmed and shallow and dancing between shades of blue and green, could possibly compare.

Unlike Zeus, this stranger bore a slightly fairer complexion and black hair that shined like obsidian. His hair didn’t billow the way Zeus’ did; rather, it flowed through the air as if it weighed nothing, shifting from black to a cerulean blue at the ends so gradually that it was impossible to say where the color even began to change.

He was as handsome as Zeus, though different. His frame was thinner; still very much an athlete’s build, but more akin to an agile swimmer than the sheer bulk that Zeus possessed.

“Brother,” Zeus said, his voice losing that welcoming tone to become colder, harder.

Odysseus swallowed, his throat going dry as he realized he was being cradled like a lover by the god of the seas.

Poseidon shot Zeus an unimpressed look. “What? Am I doing something wrong?”

Thunder clapped across the skies despite the distinct lack of clouds. Odysseus shivered, his father having drilled it into his head as a child that he should never try to swim during a thunderstorm.

Zeus sneered, seeming to drop all pretenses as he rose to his feet. Odysseus couldn’t help the way his eyes traced the thick line of pure white hair that decorated the god’s abdomen, trailing down to…

Odysseus forced himself to shut his eyes, making every effort to avoid any feeling even remotely like lust.

He wondered to himself, Why? Why me?

What could he have possibly done to deserve a fate like this? To perish before he could even be wed?

What would Penelope think of him?

An impossibly large hand caressed his cheek. Odysseus’ eyes flew open.

The King of the Gods laid upon a bed of wispy clouds in front of him, seeming to float on a bed of fog on the water’s surface. He propped himself on his other elbow, showing off the curve and vast expanse of his chest. Zeus was so large that even flat on his stomach, he had to look down to meet Odysseus’ eye.

“So, little king, if you had to pick between the sea and sky, which would you say could more easily capture your admiration?”

“Oh, please!” Poseidon said, his own pretenses dropped as irritation colored his voice, “What could your sky do that’s more splendid than this?”

Something rose from the water right next to him, glowing like the eyes of a god, some tendril with the deep blue shade of the open ocean. It was a cold and stark contrast to the shallows they were in. Odysseus couldn’t understand what it was until it took shape, forming a hand terminating in clawed digits.

Poseidon’s other arm, he thought. It was made of the very water that composed his domain.

Poseidon flicked his wrist and a massive wave swelled, threatening to crash right into them. Odysseus felt his body tense, taking a deep breath on instinct.

Before his very eyes, Poseidon willed the wave to flow over their heads and encase them in a bubble of air. Odysseus gasped.

Right over his head, close enough to touch, the dome of water doused him in blue light. The closest thing Odysseus had ever seen to something so lovely was the warm, dappled sunlight filtering through the forest canopy. The way the water pulsed and rippled, he thought he could have easily spent all day just watching it flow.

Zeus muttered something softly. Before Odysseus could wonder if it was meant to be a remark addressed to him, a dark shape appeared over their bubble. At first, Odysseus thought it was a large seabird.

A circle opened up in the dome and a face appeared, youthful and hale, wearing a winged helm.

“My, my! I don’t know if anyone’s ever beaten me to my destination before.”

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” Zeus said, sitting up.

Odysseus heard a grumbling sound come from Poseidon as the dome collapsed into seafoam and was carried away on the wind. Without it, he got a better look at the newcomer.

He wore a short chiton embroidered with green and gold and carried a satchel at his side, resembling a young man Odysseus’ age or even younger. It would’ve been entirely possible to mistake him for human, seeing as he wasn’t reaching the towering size of his father or uncle, but his winged sandals warned of a far greater power hidden behind his mischievous smile.

Odysseus wished he could sink into the water. He wished he never left his palace.

Hermes turned his sparkling gaze upon him and knelt right on the surface of the water to tap Odysseus’ nose with his finger. He asked, “Forgive me! You are Odysseus of Ithaca, yes?”

Hearing his name sent a small jolt down his spine. Odysseus cleared his throat, “I am. But-”

He wanted to know what was going on, why three Olympians were suddenly assailing him, even posing as if to seduce him.

“Perfect!” Hermes said, “I have a delivery for you. A gift, of sorts.”

He rummaged through his satchel while Zeus crossed his arms in an impatient gesture. He glanced at Poseidon, still behind Odysseus, and pointed his finger. Almost faster than Odysseus’ eyes could see, a bolt of white lightning as thin as a thread raced through the air.

He felt no pain himself, but heard Poseidon hiss softly as he pulled his arm away, freeing Odysseus from his hold.

“Ah!” Hermes said, either oblivious to the palpable tension in the air or just uncaring, “Here we are. And what an honor, to be the messenger to bestow a gold apple upon the king of Ithaca!”

Pardon me? Odysseus wanted to ask.

But Hermes produced what was unmistakably an apple from his bag. It must’ve been made from melted gold and polished by divine hands, for it was so perfectly shaped with no blemish from the smelting process in sight. It even came with a golden stem and a delicate golden leaf still attached. It shined so brightly in the light, Odysseus could even see his reflection in the curved surface.

There was also a short ribbon tied to the stem. Hermes offered it in both hands, smiling without a care as he waited for Odysseus to take it.

“A golden apple?” Odysseus asked, thinking fast, “Why, I couldn’t possibly accept a gift like this! Especially after having done no feat worthy of so much… attention.”

He looked away, doing his best to appear as bashful as possible. Whatever the gods were trying to do, whatever game they were playing, he wanted no part in it. He hoped his show of humility would hearten the gods and gain their favor, allowing him to escape the two deities that were well known for their appetites.

A hand grabbed his face. Hermes continued to smile like an old friend as he forced Odysseus to make eye contact. Against his will, Odysseus’ hands lifted to accept the apple, which felt warm in his hands.

“Not to worry, dear child,” Hermes said, “The apple isn’t quite for you, exactly. Instead, you’ll be its keeper for the time being.”

Hermes winked as his wings fluttered. He added, “Read the inscription. And, of course, good luck!”

And then he was off, flying on the winds so quickly that he was beyond the horizon in seconds.

Odysseus had the fleeting thought that Hermes was either so busy that he could not linger, or that he didn’t want to linger.

#epic the musical #epic odysseus #odysseus #odysseus x poseidon #odysseus x zeus #epic hermes #epic polites #epic eurylochus #For the Fairest AU #thank you neal illustrator for the character designs

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