#Thank you again! The splash of red is gorgeous.

[faevi]

hello!!! I saw that you wrote lifeguard Levi before, requesting lifeguard Gojo, smut 🙏 🙏 🙏

Jellyfish Sting // Gojo.

Scenario: Ouch! Stung by a jellyfish. Good thing Lifeguard Gojo Satoru is here to save the day… Oh, and make you feel reeeaaaallll good.

Word Count: 16,681.

Content / Trigger Warnings: female reader (she/her), lifeguard!gojo, cunnilingus, blowjob, handjob, fingering, sexual intercourse, unprotected, creampie, exhibitionism, public, outdoors, beach sex, dirty talk, pet-names (mostly princess), a jellyfish sting(?), jokes of piss, big dick gojo, stomach bulge, phone call whilst sex happens, people walking by, spanking, massaging, praise, dom!gojo / taking orders, breathplay (via dick and blocking airways), weird position (idk if it has a name but on gojo’s shoulders as he holds you up as he . . .), rough, breast worshipping, finger sucking / consuming cum. all completely consensual.

I think that's it! Please (kindly) let me know if I missed something.

Note: A request is done, woo !! Again like I usually say - not my best. AHAHA. I try !! I didn’t proof-read or edit so forgive if there’s any mistakes, just ignooooore. Lifeguard Gojo is… drools. Very yum. I think that’s about it? ; - ; Thank you for waiting. If you’re reading this and enjoyed it, please let me know !! <333 I’m a slut for kind words. Like usual, I’ll try to do better with my writing. Also hopefully this one doesn’t get fl*gged like my other one :))))))))).

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The sun is blazing hot even amongst the few clouds in the sky. If it wasn’t for the sunscreen, you were sure you’d be burnt to a crisp. Truth be told, you didn’t even want to be outside today but, your friends whined about wanting to go to the beach and what kind of friend would you be to deny them that? Still, the weather could be a lot worse than it is and it’s the perfect season for cute bikinis to wear.

You quickly glance down at yourself, admiring the shade of red of your bikini and the flimsy strings tied into cute bows before sighing out softly, feeling content to just sit beneath the large umbrella that you rented with your small group of friends. They’re near the shoreline, playfully splashing each other and there’s a pang of guilt within you for not joining them so quickly. “Come on, Y/N. You won’t die.” You mumble to yourself, shifting yourself from your laying position until you’re up on your feet, carefully bending down so your head doesn’t hit the umbrella. It’s just a bit of sun. Besides, there’s a nice breeze and lifeguards here to save you— If you really do end up in danger. You look over to the tall chair, squinting a little to inspect the lifeguard that’s on duty in this area.

Your eyes travel a bit south of his body and you feel like all of the air was just knocked out of you and leaving you winded. Okay, so maybe his figure is gorgeous. Well-defined muscles. Really, well defined. That must be an eight-pack and how is that realistically possible? Even his legs look nice and long. Soft white hair that makes your fingers twitch with the urge to touch. His skin is clearly well taken care of when he’s out in the sun most days. Wait a minute— Was he looking at you? Even with distance, you can clearly see his head is turned in your direction, sunglasses not truly covering his eyes that you swear are looking your way. No… He’s probably just checking the general area.

He’s smirking at you. You’ve been caught.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, thankful to see that his co-worker is suddenly grabbing his attention and so before you’re truly distracted, you stomp through the sand towards your friends. Whatever. You just wanted to double-check check someone was on duty. That’s all it is. “Y/N, finally!” One of your friends whines playfully, latching around your neck to cling to you. “We were wondering when you’d join us. Sitting all alone is boring, y’know.” Your friend continues and you laugh softly, gently patting her back. “I was playing the main character in hopes that the hot lifeguard would look my way.” You say, giggling along with your friends as you glance towards the lifeguard once more.

He’s off the seat now and you couldn’t ignore the obvious sight of tight red shorts low on his hips, the v-line tempting you to want to see further. You feel like some nasty side of you is starting to awaken. You didn’t even pay attention to his hot co-worker; long black hair tied up and your friend clinging onto you gushing about his smile. He’s cute, you couldn’t deny that but, the white-haired lifeguard… There’s something about him.

“Quickly, one of us needs to start drowning.” Your other friend says and you playfully smack her shoulder. “Let’s all just actually swim.” You say, dragging your friends into the warm salty water. It didn’t take long for you to fool around with your friends, briefly oblivious to a certain lingering gaze on your figure. Even with hatred towards the heat, you find yourself grateful for visiting the beach. It’s comforting; to be able to spend time playing around with your friends before the days get busy again.

You grin as you splash one of your friends in retaliation to her own and the pair of you try to dodge each other’s attacks before there’s a sly smile on her face and she floats closer. “Mister lifeguard really does love looking at you~.” She teases and your mouth opens to respond, only for a sharp cry to escape your lips. There’s a painful stinging sensation across your leg and out of instinct, you begin to kick your leg as you flail away from the general area. “What? What is it!” One of the friends says, frantically taking a hold of you.

Usually, you have a high tolerance for pain, but nothing could stop the tears from appearing and threatening to spill as your lower leg area throbs. “J-Jellyfish!” You gasp out your warning, grabbing a hold of your friend who was clinging onto you and begin to swim back to the shoreline before you stumble onto the sand. A mere jellyfish managed to brush its nasty tentacles up against your leg. You plop your ass down against the sand, bringing your leg closer to try and inspect the unpleasant sting, biting back your soft whimpers of pain. “It’s just a sting, don’t worry.” You try to reassure your group of friends who are surrounding you and showing obvious signs of panic. You could feel the area throb, witnessing as it swells up and the parts where the tentacles actually touch flare up. You scrunch your face up, fingers digging into the sand as you try to not show how much it hurts. You didn’t want your friends to panic further. It’s a rather small incident compared to what could happen out in the ocean.

“What’s going on, girlies?”

You turn your head in the direction of the deep voice, eyes instantly making contact with a crystal blue pair, the sunglasses low on the bridge of the lifeguard’s nose. It’s the white-haired one. You feel like you could potentially faint from a mixture of pain and having his gorgeous existence right in front of your very eyes. You quickly glance to notice his co-worker is next to him, they’re both appearing rather concerned. Your friends back off to give space as they both kneel next to you, feeling your cheeks heating up quickly. “It’s nothing, honestly! I just got stung by a jellyfish.” You explain hastily, hands coming up to wave in dismissal, not wanting to distract the hot lifeguards from their actual job.

You feel something graze gently against your cheek and you finally snap your focus to the touch. The white-haired lifeguard’s finger wipes away a tear that managed to escape, offering a comforting smile before looking towards the large sting area and letting out a low whistle. “It got you pretty good.” He begins, leaning to the side to allow his co-worker to inspect the inflamed part of your leg. You’re too focused on the white-haired male with the sunglasses. His lips soon twist to form a playful smirk.

“Want me to piss on it?”

You felt like your mind completely malfunctioned and went into overdrive from hearing such a filthy question. Instantly, his co-worker smacks him across the back of his head and the playful lifeguard whines dramatically, hands coming up to the back of his head. “Don’t ever offer that stupid idea again, Satoru. You know that’s a myth. You’re going to traumatise the poor girl.” His co-worker sighs and all you could really focus on is the fact that you now know his name. Satoru.

Satoru rolls his eyes, lips forming what must be his signature pout as his hands come down to tenderly guide your leg closer to him. “I doubt she’d be traumatised from a bit of urine, Suguru. I was just joking.” He grumbles, noticing the way your friends appeared disgusted by the idea and yet, you’re simply flustered and avoiding eyes. Cute, is all Satoru can think. “Ladies, your friend—“ He pauses, looking your way.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N will be completely fine. I’ll take her up to the lifeguard tower and you guys can keep having fun. Suguru will keep watch.” Satoru expresses and you look towards your friends, all looking concerned. Even over a jellyfish sting. “I’m okay! Keep having fun, I’ll be good in no time.” You say hastily, maybe a bit too eager to be alone with the white-haired male. Hopefully, it’s not too obvious. Your friends continue to give looks of worry and even guilt about leaving you alone, but you simply give them a smile of reassurance as you press your hands against the warm sand, intending to move so you’re standing.

Instead, you feel a rush of air around you and something strong yet comforting wrapping around your body; one around the back of your knees and the other around your shoulders. You didn’t expect your mind to shortcircuit for the second time so soon as you managed to process that the pair of ‘something’ was Satoru’s toned arms lifting you with ease until he was carrying you bridal style. You let out an awkward laugh, ignoring how hot your face feels as you glance up at his smirking face. “It’s just a jellyfish sting, I’m sure I can walk.” You say quite timidly, ignoring the lingering gazes from both your friends and Satoru’s co-worker.

The white-haired male simply looks down at your face, pearly whites exposed as he grins a little, voice low and smug. “Princesses get carried, no? Come on.” He says, turning his broad back to the group as he begins to walk away. Trying to appear casual by rubbing your face as if something itches; you’re actually trying to hide your own giddiness from hearing his words, even noticing how careful he was with carrying you to not touch the area of your leg on where the jellyfish stung you. Satoru continues to walk through crowds of people on the beach, further up towards the tower, completely unphased by the burning sun against his pale skin. He briefly wonders to himself if he could manage to convince someone as cute as you to reapply sunscreen on spots he can’t reach.

Satoru should feel terrible for already thinking such selfish things but, in his defence? He could tell the attraction was mutual the second he caught you looking at him. It’s a miracle he was even looking away at that moment because the moment he saw you and your friends set up on the beach, he refused to move post with Suguru or other co-workers; insisting he stays on guard for that section of the beach. Just so he could continue to selfishly watch you for his own pleasure. He clears his throat to snap out of his deep thoughts. “So, I have a feeling that you’re not actually a fan of the beach, Y/N.”

You puff your cheeks out, head briefly resting against his shoulder as he continues to carry you. The muscles in his arms didn’t even twitch to show exhaustion. He was perfectly fine with holding you for a long time. “What gives you that idea? Have you been watching me?” You tease lightly, internally wondering where on Earth the confidence suddenly comes from. “Yeah, you’ve caught my eye.” The lifeguard replies, finally at the steps of the tower, looking down at you. You quickly look down, feeling even more exposed than before. Especially in your skimpy bikini. You couldn’t deny the happiness that seemed to ignite in your heart from hearing the lifeguard’s words. You’ve caught his eye. Out of everyone on that beach, it’s you. You sigh softly.

“I don’t hate the beach, I actually quite like it. I just feel like I’m going to dramatically burn to death or something from how hot the sun is. That aside, maybe I’ve found something to make me enjoy the beach more than before. Even the sun can’t stop it… or the sting.” You hastily add as you still feel your lower leg throbbing. Being with the hot lifeguard can only do so much. You watch as his lips curl and eyebrows twist to form a frown. “Right. Hold on.” He says, tightening his large hands against your body as he carries you up the steps of the tower before reaching the top. The door is already open as he steps inside sideways and your eyes notice another pair of gorgeous lifeguards sitting in front of the large windows that look down upon the beach. One with his blonde hair slicked back and keeping his body covered with the lifeguard jacket and longer shorts. You notice he’s wearing glasses. The other is another male; with long hair tied up into two messy buns and a bold tattooed line across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. They both tilt their heads towards you.

Satoru presses you against him as he holds you, refusing to let you stand. He really is giving you the princess treatment for just a jellyfish sting. “Utahime left for the day already, Nanami?” Satoru asks, stepping in the direction of the back of the tower. The blonde male simply nods, eyes focused on you for the moment. You offer a timid smile, looking down towards your fidgeting hands. “What happened with her?” The other lifeguard asks, glancing towards you before returning their gaze towards the windows, and picking up a pair of binoculars. “Jellyfish sting, nothing too bad but I’d rather treat it than let her sit out in the sun and wait for the pain to go. Quicker this way, Choso. Anyways, don’t mind us.” Satoru insists, waiting for the pair to be distracted with their job before he truly moves to the back, behind a set of curtains.

“You really didn’t have to bring me all the way over here. I could have waited it out.” You say softly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the lifeguard tower as the white-haired male carefully sets you down on the mattress of the medical bed, allowing your legs to dangle off the side. Satoru whips the curtain further shut to give you both privacy, looking down at you as he reveals a slight crooked grin. “Can you just let me pretend to do my job so I can have you to myself?” He teases and automatically, your thighs begin to clench together as you feel a stir of excitement within you. “That and I’d rather actually ease the pain of the sting. It’d be quicker here than out there. Didn’t you want to get out of the sun?” He reminds, plopping his ass down onto the stool as he rolls over to the counter.

Maybe it’s because of his own flirtatious ways that you find a side of you awakening. That must be it for your words. “Well, I definitely wanted to get out of the sun with you, mister lifeguard.” You say so sweetly, your eyes lingering on the tiny red shorts that just tighten further around his toned legs. Satoru feels a boost to his own ego at your shy words, setting a bucket under the tap before adjusting for hot water, looking your way. “A princess with a sweet tongue. What a weakness of mine. Let’s focus on the sting for a moment.” He says, soon lifting the bucket out of the sink, and grabbing a spray bottle full of vinegar before setting them down. “Various remedies, different strokes for different folks. They all work, usually. It’s a relief we don’t live in an area with dangerous types. Otherwise, I’d be running to the hospital with you in my arms. What would you prefer to try to soothe the pain?” He asks, hands rubbing along his toned thighs.

Truth be told, you could barely focus on his words of wisdom. You’re far too distracted by his pretty hands against his thighs. “The hot water..” You manage to respond and Satoru simply smiles, noticing how distracted you appear to be. “Or you could just look at my pretty face as a distraction until the pain is gone. That might take longer.” He teases and you couldn’t help but whine, playfully kicking in his direction. “Stooooop, you’re making me flustered.” You whisper, not wanting the other lifeguards to hear as your walls quickly come down in Satoru’s presence. It already feels like you’ve known him for so long. He chuckles, bringing the bucket of hot water closer as he sets it between you and himself before gesturing for you to scoot to the edge of the bed. The white-haired male bends down, tenderly taking hold of your ankle before guiding your foot into the hot water. It’s big enough so the water completely covers up the throbbing sting area and you hiss gently from the heat.

Your fingers grip the edge of the thin mattress, breathing in deeply. It’s slow but, the sting is starting to subside already, causing your body to relax with relief. Satoru’s large hand rests against your bare thigh, giving a gentle squeeze and nails scraping along your soft skin. “You think this method is good enough for you?” His voice is soft, as if he wants his co-workers not to disturb him, his thumb rubbing in a circular motion against your flesh. You feel like your gut is twisting from the lifeguard’s touch, gaze fixated on his bare abdomen on display for only your eyes to see. “Yeah..” You breathe out softly, making sure to keep your foot in the bucket of hot water and your eyes already becoming droopy. His touch feels so good... You wonder what else his hands could do.

You snap out of your thoughts when he pulls away, standing up from the stool and before he can move away, two of your fingers suddenly hook beneath the elastic of his lifeguard shorts, preventing him from moving. “Oh? Attached to me already, are you? Don’t worry, princess. I’m just going over there.” He teases as he jabs his thumb in the direction of the counter. Flustered, you quickly let go and look away. He bites back an amused smile, setting the spray bottle filled with vinegar back on the counter before he begins to look through the drawers. Your eyes automatically look his way to watch his movements, wondering what he’s looking for. “You’re not going back out, are you? It— It just hurts a lot, I’m afraid something might happen to me if no one’s around.” You ramble, cringing at your own obvious lies.

Satoru snorts gently, picking up a tube of cream and smacks it lightly against his hand as he makes his way back to the stool, ever so casually. “Now after hearing that, I can’t dare leave the princess all alone, even though there are lifeguards on the other side of the curtain, can I?” He sits back down, rolling close enough to stretch out his arms until both of his hands are on either side of you, trapping you within. You couldn’t even look him in the eye; finding that his piercing blue orbs are impossible to not drown in. “I wasn’t planning to leave, it’s near the end of my shift. I’ll stay with you.” Satoru reassures, playfully tapping the tube of cream against your thigh, his gaze obvious and hot against your figure. “How’s the leg?” He asks.

You slide your leg out of the bucket of water and look down. It’s not stinging as much and you can see the bumpy lines of where the tentacles touched you. “It doesn’t hurt as much.” You say and Satoru reaches over to grab a towel, placing it across his lap and pats it. You couldn’t help but smile before lifting your leg until you rested it against him. Carefully, he pats your leg dry before grabbing the tube of cream. “This will help further. May I?” He asks, already squirting the cream onto the tips of his long fingers, confident to hear you give permission. Although fixated on the length of his fingers, you manage to nod your head and he smears it gently across the inflamed area. He’s careful as he massages it in with his fingers and you continue to watch, feeling a little breathless. Even the numbing pain that is starting to subside couldn’t distract you from focusing on the gorgeous lifeguard.

Satoru tilts his head down to prevent you from seeing his amused smirk as his ears manage to pick up the softest whine that escapes you from his touch. He’s a little selfish in the fact that his other hand joins in to tenderly massage your leg. If anyone asks why he’s taking so long; it really is for your benefit. He does care that you got stung, after all. It’s not pleasant. “Are you going home after this? If not, it might be best to bandage it just to keep it covered for now.” Satoru says, wiping his hands dry against the sides of his red shorts. You pause when you hear the question. All of your belongings are still back with your friends and they probably expect you to return before going home at least but… something else was on your mind.

You bite down on your lip, courage flowing through your veins as your foot on his lap presses down against his toned thigh, daringly close to a particularly sensitive area for a man. You watch as a white eyebrow arches and he peeks at you beneath his circular shades. “When exactly does your shift end?” You ask quietly, glancing towards the closed curtain. Satoru sighs out softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he focuses on the pressure of your foot. You’re not going straight home, it seems. He tugs his phone out to inspect the time, leaning over to hastily snatch up the roll of bandages before tucking his phone away. “In about ten. Why? Do you want me all to yourself?” He teases, thumb pressing the bandage against your leg to hold it in place as he begins to wind it around, eyes never leaving your face.

“Surely there are some secluded areas on the beach that you work on. That must be pretty and fun to be alone with a girl..” You say, unable to stop the sheepish giggle from escaping your lips. Since when could you be so bold? He ties a firm knot before nudging your foot off of his lap to roll his stool closer. He’s tall enough even when he’s sitting and you are on a higher surface, that he’s face to face with you. The lifeguard is so close that you can feel his warm breath fan against your lips. Fuck. You clench your thighs together as best as you can without being so obvious. You should have worn black if you knew there would be a ridiculously hot lifeguard on the scene because you just know there’s a damp patch forming on the bright red fabric of your bikini.

“I can think of a few areas, perhaps. Promise me that you’ll be all mine as I show you around? I mean, if someone disturbs us… I won’t be stopping.” He warns, voice deep and smooth. The words send shivers up your spine and you lean in to playfully bump your nose against his. “Wouldn’t want you to stop, Satoru. I mean, it’s the least I can do for the lifeguard who saved me from a jellyfish sting.” You tease sweetly, fingers ghosting along his toned bicep. He curses beneath his breath, bending down until his forehead meets your bare shoulder. He’s impatient. If it was up to him, the white-haired male would already be bending you over the edge of the medical bed and fucking you in front of his co-workers. Still, it will be exciting to have some fun on a beach where anyone could walk by.

“Such an honour to treat the princess. Now, to waste time—“ He pauses, pulling away as he stands up and walks out from behind the curtain. You automatically pout at him leaving you, gripping the edge of the bed as you wait. Satoru snatches the large bottle of sunscreen from the front of Nanami and Choso, offering a wide grin. Nanami holds his hand up to stop Satoru from speaking. “I don’t want to know.” Nanami says before crossing his arms and continuing to watch. The white-haired male rolls his eyes, grumbling to himself before he returns to you from behind the curtain and sighs. “Do me a favour? I can’t reach anywhere.” Satoru says, placing the sunscreen next to you and you couldn’t help but grin a little. He’s too cute in a way.

You jump to your feet with eagerness, ignoring the dull ache that lingers beneath the bandage and squirt a generous amount of the white liquid into the palm of your hand, oblivious to Satoru’s intense gaze. He’s staring at you, eyes clouded with a mixture of endearment and hot desire. Satoru isn’t feeling attached. Not like that. At least, not yet. Surely any guy would find it difficult to not be endeared by your cute actions, especially when you seem so eager to please him with such a simple task. You grimace a little as it threatens to drip over the side of your hand and approach the tall male, offering him a sickly sweet smile. “Come here, please.” You say and you both meet each other in the middle of the small medic area, chest to chest.

With cheeks feeling hot, you step back slightly before slapping your hand against his firm chest and he grunts a little, lips parting to tease you about not being sexy enough; only to choke on his own saliva. His piercing blue eyes are intense with the gaze, staring down at both of your hands that are now against his toned chest and starting to smear the sunscreen, nice and slow. Your hands seem so much smaller compared to his and just that alone enough is driving his mind wild from the size difference; filthy images of you being practically bent in half before him. Flexible or not, Satoru knows he’d manhandle you into the position he craves.

You could feel his chest rising and falling beneath your hands, biting down on your lip as you began to allow your hands to explore further south, fingers tracing along the beautifully defined muscle lines of his abdomen. You could feel how rock solid and hot he feels from living beneath the sun as a career, hands eager to rub in the sunscreen. You wouldn’t want him to get burned by the sun after all. What kind of princess would let their ‘hero’ suffer like that? No. It’s your job to please him in every way possible, just like you want to. Your fingertips trace along the v-line that travels further down and to an area you shouldn’t reach. Except, you dip your fingers just beneath the elastic and look up into his blue eyes.

“I just have a feeling your upper thighs might get exposed to the sunlight later. Best to be careful. Right?” You hum, tilting your head slightly as you spread the last of the sunscreen along his upper thighs, daring to glide close to the middle but, not far enough. Satoru merely grunts in response, eyes now looking upwards and you could practically see him beg himself to stay in control and not snap. It’s so hard to do that. Another hard thing happens to be his cock. He can feel himself hardening as you tease him further, length straining against the already tight boardshorts. You look down, lips parting in awe to see the outline of how thick and long he is. Is that even humanly possible? You’ve been with guys before but, they were never built like this.

In silent admiration over his giant length straining, your nails graze along the top of his thighs before you slip your hands out. You inspect the upper body area to see the light glisten of sunscreen before you pump some more into your hands and carefully, lower yourself onto your knees. The curtain isn’t long enough that it reaches the floor. If Satoru’s lifeguards look back for even a second, they’d be able to see the glimpse of you kneeling on the ground, looking like you’re doing something so sinful behind the curtains. Satoru notices it instantly and that alone is enough to cause him to sigh heavily and drag his fingers through his white hair. “Y/N, cheeky little girl..” He breathes out as you begin to rub the sunscreen into his legs. You look up to see his crystal blue eyes admiring the sight of you kneeling before him and you merely smile in response.

“I want to cover every inch of you so you’re safe from the sun, that’s all. Although… I won’t smother your cock in sunscreen. I’ll protect that part of you with my, hm.. mouth? Pussy? The sun won’t get you there.” You say soft enough for only Satoru to hear and his hand now travels to cover his mouth in almost disbelief from your filthy words. He’d even say he was close to feeling flustered for the first time in his life; never expecting the timid girl who insisted she’d be okay to suddenly have skyrocketing confidence that only riles him up further. He looks at the time of his watch and curses. You really are taking your sweet time to caress every part of his body and teasing him with scratches from your nails and gentle squeezes. He needs to get you out of here.

“Sweetheart, with all due respect— Please hurry up so I can fucking get you out of here.” Satoru says, fingers gliding through your hair to grip on, pulling nice and slow so you could feel the tugging pain on each strand. Fuck. The aching pain floods you with excitement and desperation to obey his words and so you hastily get to your feet, leaning up on your toes to ghost your lips across his. A near kiss. “Sorry, I just love to worship.” You say, giggling as he leans forward to try and complete the kiss. He rolls his eyes, though the corners of his lips twitch and he turns around. With haste, you squirt the last amount of sunscreen to lather across his broad back, admiring his wide shoulders and the movements of his muscles as you rub in the white liquid down along the length of his body before pulling away. “All done! How did I do?” You ask, grinning.

He turns around, almost melting at the sight of you and takes hold of your smaller hand with his much bigger one. “Perfect— My good girl. Please tell me you’re still good to go protection-wise.” He says, eager to leave. You couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t long ago when you applied sunscreen and so with your free hand, you give him the thumbs up. The lifeguard sighs with relief before he begins to pull you out from behind the curtain, reaching for his backpack with his spare hand to swing over his shoulder. “Alright, I’m off to fuck— I mean off the clock and going home.” Satoru jokes and you feel yourself flush with heat. Even knowing this man for just over an hour and you’re not really surprised by his crude behaviour with his co-workers. Still, it leaves you flustered. Satoru merely grins at his co-workers who roll their eyes before he pulls you out of the open doorway, nudging his sandals close to your feet. Your heart flutters and you slide your feet into them, noticing how big they are on your feet.

“I can’t believe you just said that.” You whine softly and Satoru guides you down the steps carefully, not wanting you to trip over. He simply chuckles, shoulders shrugging. “Not ashamed and I’m a proud man when I get what I want.” Satoru says, feet meeting the sand. You playfully bump your head against his shoulder, fingers lacing with his. “What about your feet? Aren’t they hot?” You ask with a small pout and instantly, Satoru’s heart clenches at the sight. “Used to it and would prefer your feet protected— Come on, my dick is dying.” He says, gently tugging you along. You would have scolded him for his bluntness if it wasn’t holding some truth for yourself. You, yourself, felt like you were dying from not already being stuffed full of his throbbing length as he pounds into oblivion, claiming you on the beach that you’re sharing with hundreds of others.

Satoru is eagerly pulling you along the beach, glancing every so often to make sure you’re not struggling; whether with his large shoes or the jellyfish sting but, it seems you were just as eager for the crowd to start thinning out as you walk horizontally along with the ocean. Both of your hearts are pounding with excitement, too deep in focus to hold a conversation. That can happen later. You’re still facing a bit of disbelief. How can a ridiculously attractive man, who basically pours out godly energy; want you? After just an hour or so. It’s dangerous realistically speaking and yet, you’re desperate to have him. To please the lifeguard with your own two hands and mouth. Even more.

Satoru continues to drag you along, shades covering his eyes as he glances across the beach. You’ve both been walking for so long now that it’s not part of the popular tourist spot on the beach. People rarely come down this way because he and other lifeguards express that the waters can become dangerous and it’s preferred to situate yourselves within the flags. It’s been about five minutes since he saw the last person lounging on the sand and frankly, he’s had enough. Why walk a further ten minutes just to be extra careful? No one’s around. Even if someone did appear, it’s not going to stop him from touching you. Truth be told, Satoru loves the thrill of being caught and showing off what belongs to him. Even if only temporary.

He finally comes to a stop and you’re panting softly; a mixture of excitement and tiredness from walking beneath the hot sun that is only just now beginning to set. Slowly. White strands of hair fall over his eyes as he looks down at you, unable to stop himself from cooing at the cute sight of you clinging onto his hand, looking like a lost little lamb for the taking. “Sweet girl, I think this is far enough. Here—“ He pauses, tightening his hold on you as he moves up towards the tall cliffs that provide shade. You feel like your cheeks doubled in heat from his words, following him until he suddenly twirls you around and you stumble towards the face of the cliff.

His large hand presses against your lower back, preventing you from making a rough impact on the rock surface. It’s rather smoothed out, not too painful to lean your back against and you look up at him. His free hand presses against the cliff beside your face, easily towering above you. He pushes the sunglasses up until they sit comfortably on top of his head, strands of hair pushed back to expose his forehead. Already, loose strands begin to fall back down, but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is you. He drops his backpack to the side. “The ocean years ago used to reach up to the cliff, slowly washed away the roughness. Perfect to pin you up against, don’t you think?” Satoru says, deep voice sounding almost like magic with the gentle waves in the background.

Your heart is hammering, feeling the slightly jagged rocks against your bare back, but he’s right. It’s the only perfect surface in such an outdoor space. Frankly, you don’t care. You don’t even care anymore about being out in the open. You were nervous before, but all you see is Satoru. Your fingers ghost up along his bare arms before you snake your arms around his neck, leaning up onto the tip of your toes. He bends down so his lips are over yours. “Hurry up and fuck me.” You whisper, soon feeling his soft tiers crashing against yours. Satoru with patience completely out the window; kisses you with fierce passion. He feels fucking starved when it comes to you. The lifeguard noticed you and your friends the moment you set up beneath the umbrella and he struggled to do his job when he was just watching you so intently. Finding every little thing about you to be sweet and cute. Irresistible, even. First time meeting, who the fuck cares. He’s going to have you.

You feel breathless already as he devours you with such ease. Satoru’s lips move slowly against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and you whimper softly, one hand coming to rest against his bare chest. His skin felt so hot despite being in the shade and you could feel his heart racing. It’s somewhat comforting to know that his heart races with excitement like yours. You gasp softly as his tongue glides smoothly across your bottom lip. “Open wide, princess.” He mumbles into the kiss and as you oblige so quickly, his tongue slides into your wet cavern, eager to explore every inch of it, pressing your body against the cliff face as his own much bigger form pins you against it. Needy whines are muffled by his lips as his tongue teasingly rubs against yours. Satoru slides his large hand down the length of your back before boldly cupping your ass cheek to give a harsh squeeze.

“Ah, ‘toru..” You pant out softly, feeling both of his hands now groping your bare ass cheeks, fingertips pressing so deeply into your flesh that you feel a sweet ache. The flimsy fabric of your bikini bottom rides between your cheeks as he fondles roughly, saliva smearing across your cheek as his lips leave yours to kiss along your jaw, panting softly. “Could see your ass a mile away before, found it so fucking cute. Knew I wanted you then.” He groans softly against your ear, coaxing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter wildly and prompt you to dig your nails gently into his skin. You can feel his tongue dancing across your warm flesh, teeth nibbling before he bites down harshly on the side of your neck, sucking firmly.

You whimper from the dull throb that spreads from the spot and Satoru presses a kiss to the abused area before he pulls back to gaze down at you, eyes swirling with deep lust. “Satoru, please... You’re making me feel so—“ You bite down on your lip and look to the side, somewhat flustered. He merely smirks, cupping the side of your neck and leans to the other side to give his sweet attention. “What is it, pretty girl? Needy? Fucking wet for me? Shall I see for myself?” He says, one hand toying with the tied-up bow. One tug and it’d slip down. His teasing almost frustrates you, already wishing to feel more as his lips scatter kisses across your neck and down to the valley of your breasts. The bikini top did a pathetic job of covering your boobs.

“You’re such a tease.” You exhale softly, glancing at your surroundings. No one is around, still. He grins playfully at your words, one hand lifting from your behind for only a moment before he smacks your cheek firmly, causing you to yelp and press up against him. You feel the sweet sting spread across your ass cheek that jiggles from impact and he swats again before the tingle. Again and again, Satoru spanks your ass, alternating cheeks until he grips the throbbing flesh and drags his nails harshly along the burning skin. You’re whimpering against his chest, hopelessly holding onto him as he lands each spank with such precision, breasts pressing against him. “Fucking delicious.” He sighs out heavily, feeling the heat from the harsh spanks radiate off of your skin.

You’re biting down on your lip harshly as if that could stop the lewd sounds that slip from your lips as his palms soothingly massage the painful sting. With tears already in your eyes, you discovered how much you love pain to be inflicted on you by his hands alone. It sent waves down to your very core. “Sadist..” You mumble playfully as your hand snakes down his abdomen until your fingers once more dip beneath the elastic of his shorts. “Maybe I am, I don’t see you having a problem with it.” He whispers against your ear, hands pausing against your behind. “Baby~. We’re all alone. Stop being so sneaky. Just say you want to see how big I am.” He says smugly and you would have rolled your eyes if his words didn’t hold the truth.

You look down between you both as Satoru’s long fingers hook beneath his boardshorts, tugging them down to the middle of his thighs and your jaw drops at the sight of his hardened cock springing out from the tight confinements of his shorts, throbbing deliciously before your very eyes. He’s big. Beyond big. Long in length and the girth is so thick, you wonder if it’d even fit comfortably inside. Your gaze fixates on the protruding veins that line up along his length, saliva threatening to dribble out at the glorious sight of his dick. No wonder he’s so cocky. “You’re so hot—“ You blurt out before cupping the back of his neck to pull him down for another feverish kiss, your other hand coming down towards his exposed length. He’s all smug as he responds to the kiss, heart swelling with pride and lips curled to form a smile against your lips. He’s a sucker for praise. Satoru couldn’t deny that.

He grunts in response as your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, the tips barely able to touch together. It feels so warm and heavy against your palm and you couldn’t help but think it’s somewhat comforting in a way, as you begin to stroke nice and slowly. Satoru moves to hunch over but your hand presses against his shoulder for the moment, bending low enough so you could dribble out saliva until it drips down onto your stroking hand and Satoru’s hand comes up to tug on his own hair, knocking his sunglasses off his head. He didn’t care. All he could focus on was the snug tightness of your hand as it smears the saliva across each inch of his cock. “So thick..” You whisper and he can barely catch your words as the waves crash against the shore behind him, feeling completely wrapped up in the pleasure that pulses through him as you continue to pump your fist, not daring to relent in the steady pace you set.

You couldn’t help but bite back a giddy smile at the sight of the lifeguard already completely blissed out, using your thumb to drag along the leaking tip, trailing the pre-cum along the side of his length. Your wrist flicks gently with each movement, fingertips gliding across his balls teasingly each time your hand reaches the base. He’s panting heavily against your ear, his large hands soothingly rubbing along your signs, occasionally toying with the strings of your bikini. “You’re already feeling so good just from my hand, Satoru… Just imagine what it’d be like with my needy cunt. Mouth, too.” You give the base of his throbbing cock a squeeze as your lips brush against his, making them glisten with saliva before you start to lower yourself onto your knees before the tall lifeguard, long lashes fluttering as you gaze up at him.

His eyes appear even more alive, almost manic as he grins at the sight of you on your knees. You feel them sink into the sand as you lean to happily press your face against the underside of his cock. “Fucking hell..” Satoru mumbles in awe at the heavenly sight of his twitching cock resting against your face. “Bigger than my face, I bet you’re not surprised.” You mumble, lips rubbing gently against his length before you press your tongue flat against it and travel upwards, dragging it along the protruding vein before you reach his leaking tip. His eyes glaze over with the pleasure that washes over him, barely able to focus as your tongue playfully laps at the head of his length, gathering the pre-cum to happily swallow before your wet muscle swirls around the bulbous tip. He tastes so fucking good already, weighing heavy against your tongue alone.

You feel his long fingers gently grip your hair as you continue to just tease, licking along the sides so eagerly as if his cock was your own personal ice cream, pressing sloppy kisses as your hand squeezes the base. “Y/N.” He warns with his grip tightening on your hair, prompting you to whimper. Quickly, you obey his silent order. You wouldn’t dare defy the white-haired lifeguard. No matter how greedy he becomes, you’d give all of yourself to him. Your glistening lips wrap around the bulbous tip, gently suckling on it. It’s hard to smile at the sound of his pleased sigh, watching as he tilts his head back. You didn’t dare look away, sliding your mouth up and down the first few inches of his thick cock, already finding your jaw aching slightly from how wide you had to keep your mouth open.

Satoru is already blissed out. To think that he thought today would be any other day of typical lifeguard duties. Truth be told, he thought he’d have to deal with lost children or carrying citizens on his board to the safety of the shore. He definitely did not expect to watch you for most of his shift and have his mind pump full of filthy fantasies. What’s even more surprising is the mutual attraction and how neither of you cared to do the typical waiting until touching each other. You both yearned for one another since eye contact. Good for him, he thinks. Satoru thinks he deserves a pretty girl on her knees, sucking his big cock. What he couldn’t wait for is to have his own mouth between your legs, desperate to taste you. Satoru is— Well. A lover of eating out, let’s just say.

“Fuuuuck, princess—“ He grunts out as you continue to bob your mouth at a steady pace, the obnoxious slurping up the saliva that threatens to spill not being covered by the waves of the ocean. The day was starting to calm down weather-wise, ready to embrace the evening. You whine, prompting gentle vibrations along his cock and a string of curses to leave his swollen lips, gaze darkening as he looks down at you. You manage to take another inch or two as you slide your lips further down, stretching around the girth. The tip brushed against the back of your throat and you automatically gag, muffled by his throbbing length. “Good girl, look at you. Taking my cock so fucking well.” Satoru pants and with a brief warning by pulling on your hair, he presses firmly against the back of your head. “Take it.” He orders, voice low and breathless.

Your eyes widen as you feel the pressure against the back of your head and you’re unable to reject it from how strong he’s pushing. Not that you even wanted to. You’re an absolute whore when it comes to pleasing the lifeguard. Already, wrapped around his little finger and ready to do as he says. You feel his length slide along your inner cheeks, keeping your jaw as relaxed as you can as he pushes in until the tip of his length pushes past the point of gagging and your throat completely sheaths his cock, leaving the sight of your throat bulging for no one to see but Satoru.

You’re desperately swallowing around his thick cock, drool seeping out from the corners of your lips as you look up at him. You have to breathe heavily through your nose just to have access to oxygen. Satoru closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the pretty sounds of you choking on his cock as the insides of your mouth and throat keep his length feeling snug and warm; his length is surrounded with pleasure that surges up through him. He glances down at you and smirks. You look rather pathetic in an adorable way, squirming against the sand, eyes wide and pretty tears threatening to spill from the rough deep-throating.

Feeling playful, Satoru uses his free hand to pinch your nose, blocking the only access you had for breathing. Your face scrunches up a little, whimpering moans muffled by his length still stuffed down your throat. “You look so cute, princess. Struggling to get air. Shall I give you CPR?” He jokes, tightening his pinch and your head begins to throb from the lack of oxygen you so eagerly need. He’s not a complete asshole, nor entirely selfish and so, he lets go of your nose and begins to guide your mouth along his cock. You inhale deeply through your nose when you have the chance, feeling so light-headed as oxygen rushes back. “Just a bit longer.” He grunts out as his closed fist on your hair moves so your mouth slides up and down his length, faster than your pace before.

Helplessly, your hands grip his toned thighs, just above the signature red shorts as your lips stay stretched around his length, heart racing with joy to be used like this by the lifeguard. The white-haired male makes sure you take every inch until you’re at the base of his cock, the nose often momentarily pressing against his lower stomach. “Just like that, fuck— So good..” He pants, his throbbing cock enjoying the wet pleasure of your mouth, tongue rubbing along the underside. His stomach begins to feel hot and tight, the urge to climax growing and so, refusing to let himself cum before you do; he slides your mouth off completely until there’s an audible pop, followed by a sharp gasp as you breathe in the generous amount of air that was briefly stolen from you.

You break the string of saliva that connected your lips to his cock as you pant heavily, unable to stop your lips from forming a wide grin at the sight of him, giddy that you got to please him so well with just your mouth. “You like it rough, huh?” You manage to rasp out and Satoru lets out a sheepish chuckle, his hand coming down to pet you on the head, hand stroking along your hair. “Honestly, Y/N. I think I’m going to enjoy any kind of way when it’s you. Rough or gentle. Now, c’mere.” He says, taking hold of your hand to tug you up with ease.

You stumble forward, feet sinking in the soft sand and the white-haired lifeguard gently takes hold of your arms to stabilise you, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. Completely different to how he treated you when your lips were wrapped around his length. Maybe he’s eager to show you that he does have both sides and it makes your heart feel like it’s swimming in shimmering gold. He’s perfect, you couldn’t help but think. You smile against his lips and he’s holding you so tight against him that you feel his cock cushioning between your bodies and your breasts pressing against his chest. He reluctantly pulls away, gaze clouded as he looks down at you. “My turn. I’ve been waiting for this. Especially when I first saw you in your cute bikini..” He trails off, hands snaking up to tease the fabric that barely covers your chest. “So cute..” He murmurs before tugging until the triangle fabric is pulled away and your breasts spill out, free from the flimsy confinement.

“Oh shit.” He blurts out in awe at the sight of your breasts as his large hands come up to cup the squishy flesh and give a gentle squeeze. You feel flustered and look away as a soft whimper escapes from feeling his touch, your face feeling hot. “I love your boobs, so damn pretty..” He murmurs, looking like he’s in some sort of wonderland just from being able to massage your breasts, nice and slow. His thumbs tease your hardened buds, grinning at the sound of your needy whines. You tilt your head up to look at the face of the cliff, briefly wondering how a man’s touch to your breasts could already leave you feeling a sweet daze. Satoru pinches the hardened buds, giving a teasing tug before he leans forward to kiss along your neck, staying bent over you as he does so. His body is close enough for his twitching cock to still stay pressed against you and your wrap your arms around his form to cling onto him for the moment.

“I only met you like two hours ago and I’m already this addicted to you..” You confess through a whisper and if only you knew how the words just boost his ego up high, smiling smugly against your neck. “Mm, maybe we’re just a perfect match. I can feed your addiction and you can feed mine.” Satoru says, tongue trailing down the valley of your breasts. You smile at his words and look off to see— Oh god. A couple is walking along the beach. “S-Satoru! People are approaching.” You squeak out, almost horrified if it wasn’t for the excitement of being caught flooding through you. What would Satoru do? Would he not be ashamed and keep touching you?

“Don’t care.” He mutters, hands pressing your breasts together as he presses sloppy kisses to the soft mounds before he pulls away with an annoyed sigh. “Come here, baby.” The lifeguard says as he glances down at his exposed cock that continues to throb before towards the couple that doesn’t appear like dots in the distance anymore. “Usually I’d shamelessly give them a show but you’re all mine for the evening.” He huffs childishly before his arms suddenly wrap around your head to pull you in. His bigger form presses you up against the cliff face, one hand on the back of your head to act as a cushion. Your eyes widen at the sudden action, almost going cross-eyed as you stare at his muscular chest. Satoru tugs his board shorts up to cover his ass as he keeps you in a tight embrace.

The couple slowly walk along the beach, enjoying the cool breeze and warm sun. They notice the pair of you hiding in the shade of the cliff, looking curiously. Satoru exaggerates a kiss to the top of your head and his hand soothingly rubbing along your back. “Baby, there there. No need to cry. I swear I didn’t take the girl’s number. Not a single one offered to me. You’re the only one I want to date. The only one I want to cherish.” He says, loud enough for the curious couple to hear and they look at you two with smiles, pleased to see another couple being all lovey-dovey. “He must be a lifeguard— Oh how sweet, such a green flag for comforting his girlfriend.” The girl says and the boyfriend merely nods, dragging her along the sand.

You know he’s just pretending and yet, you do find your heart melting a little at the idea of being comforted by Satoru during difficult times. You actually wonder what he’d be like as a genuine partner. You briefly nuzzle your face against his warm chest and fake out loud sobs to fit the act of an upset girlfriend, tightening your arms around him. Satoru continues to watch before he finally loosens his hold. “Good girl, played your part well. For that, I must reward you.” He says lightheartedly and you giggle softly at his words, heart racing from the thrill of nearly being caught. How exhilarating. His lips twist into a smirk, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, whispering. “My turn.”

Your back rests lightly against the cliff as you watch out of curiosity as Satoru drops down to his knees and digs into the sand and at the height of your stomach, he presses kisses, scattering them across your soft skin. “Fucking perfect.” He mumbles, hands ghosting up your legs to toy with the strings of your bikini. At this point, he doesn’t care if the couple decides to walk back. The act is over and he’s ready to devour. No one was going to interrupt what he was really looking forward to. “Spread your legs.” He orders and you timidly shuffle your legs out so they spread slightly, biting down on your lower lip. Satoru lets out a low whistle at the sight of the large damp patch across the red fabric, extending out a finger to gently glide across the bikini, between your folds and you clasp a hand over your mouth to muffle your whimper, already sensitive by his touch.

“To think that I have such power over you, princess. So sensitive, already.” He teases, continuing to rub his finger lightly between your folds, pressing the fabric up between them. Your legs tremble a little when the fabric makes contact with your clit, whining. “Stop teasing, you know how needy I am..” You plead quietly and Satoru’s heart squeezes tight from how cute you are. Fuck. How is he ever going to deny you and frustrate you further? “Alright, since it’s our first time.” He sighs dramatically, fingers swiftly untying the bows that were sitting on your hips.

Your pussy is completely exposed, on display for anyone on the beach, but thankfully it’s just Satoru. He hastily tucks the small bit of fabric into one of his pockets, eyes refusing to leave sight of your cunt that’s already starting to drip and smear your inner thighs with your own slick. One hand tries to shyly cover yourself up, flustered by his gaze. Satoru arches an eyebrow as he looks up at you with his piercing blue eyes. “And what do you think you’re doing?” His long fingers wrap around your wrist and force your hand out of the way, tongue slowly dragging along his lips. He’s eager to finally have a taste, except there’s an issue.

He’s too tall. Satoru could bend down further, maybe even lay down and just force you to sit on his face— that does sound like a hot idea, but another idea comes to mind that prompts a small grin to appear across his handsome visage. “Alright, princess. Time to trust me.” He says simply, guiding your hand to rest on top of his head. You innocently tilt your head and look down at the lifeguard with confusion, cunt still exposed and ready for more. You could feel your hole clench with the desire to be filled to the brim. Still, you know better already and that’s to not rush Satoru. Your fingers slide through his silky white hair, heart racing with anticipation as his strong hand now caresses down your legs, squeezing your flesh. “What are you doing…” You ask shyly, watching as he moves your leg over his bare shoulder.

“Use your other hand against the cliff.” He simply replies and despite being puzzled, you raise your free hand above until it presses against the cliff, gripping onto one of the soft jagged rocks. Oh— Oh! Your eyes widen with a mixture of horror and amazement as Satoru swiftly lifts your other leg to rest over his shoulder and he begins to move up, slow and careful as you feel yourself rise to a height you’ve never been at until you find yourself pressed against the cliff, legs over the lifeguard’s shoulders and his strength is forceful enough to keep you positioned comfortably above him.

Satoru now has you in a spot that he deems perfect; face directly in front of your sopping-wet womanhood. You’re in a higher position now, completely stunned by his idea to hold you on his shoulders. His arms wrap around the area of your thighs that aren’t over his shoulders to help keep you stable against the cliff face, nails digging into the flesh. He glances up at you and chuckles at how flustered you look. “Relax, I’m strong. You have two heavenly sights to look at now. The ocean and me.” Satoru says, breath fanning against your pussy and you bring your hand that was pressing against the cliff to his head, both now gripping onto his hair. You trust the lifeguard enough to know that he wouldn’t drop you, nor press you too roughly against the face of the cliff. The perfect balance.

His crystal blue eyes stay fixated, almost going cross-eyed from how close your cunt is to his face and he swears he could start to feel the threat of saliva wanting to dribble out. Your womanhood is even more irresistible up close. Instead, he shifts his hand closer to your womanhood, arm still wrapped snug around your thigh and slides his fingers along your folds before parting them, glancing up at you as your legs quiver against his broad shoulders. “So sensitive.” He mocks lightly, gathering the saliva that gathered in his mouth before he spits directly against your clit, grinning at the sight of his own glob of saliva dribbling down between your slick-covered folds. You tighten your grip on his hair and whimper his name softly. You’ve never met a man so eager to eat you out. Hell, a man who just seems to want to take his time. Even out in the open, with absolutely anyone to walk by and the wind bringing the scent of the ocean towards you both. This lifeguard is definitely something and whatever that ‘something’ is; you want it all to yourself.

Satoru watches with interest as the glob of saliva continues to dribble downwards before he decides to dive his face forward and drag his tongue flat and slow across your pussy, flicking the tip against your throbbing clit. He merely laughs at the sound of your surprised squeal before he repeats the action, still in his sweet teasing move and so naturally, he refuses to pick up the pace. The lifeguard happily laps up your sweet juice with a soft groan, nuzzling his face forward until his nose rubs lightly against the bundle of nerves and you could feel pleasure surging up through you, leaving you feeling hot and your nails drag along his scalp as your lips fall open in near disbelief of how good everything feels.

He manages to peek up at you, lips twisting to form an amused smirk and frankly, there’s a huge boost in his ego just from your reactions alone. The light burn of your nails scratching his scalp causes him to moan your name as his tongue covered in your slick, travels up to swirl around your clit teasingly, pressing the wet muscle against it, feeling it throb. You taste fucking perfect to him. So sweet and clearly easily aroused from how much slick your pussy seems to produce, but it didn’t stop him.

Satoru is relentless when it comes to eating you out. His face stays pressed firmly between your quivering thighs, the tip of his tongue flicking and swirling around your clit before he leans in to press sloppy kisses to the sensitive area. You feel hot in the face just from the obnoxious slurping sounds but his firm hold on your thighs prevents you from closing them. You sit there, body trembling and muscles tensing as you take it all in. “Ah— ‘Toru, feels so—“ Your own words were cut off by a whine as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs and he presses in, pressing a kiss to your clit before his tongue slides along your folds. He continues to balance you on his shoulders, using one arm to hoist you up a little so his tongue can make contact with your entrance, chuckling at the sound of your breathless moans spilling out of your lips.

“You taste so good. Best I’ve ever tasted, princess. How am I to not have you whenever I want? Doesn’t seem fair to me.” Satoru says, tongue clicking in feigning disappointment before he prods along your tight entrance. This time, he allows your thighs to clench to the sides of his face as you whimper. “Have me whenever you want.” You slur out, body feeling so tingly and hot as his tongue prods gently against your entrance. It’s hot to witness you fall apart just from his mouth and leaves his heart pumping with excitement at the thought of you falling apart when he finally gives you what you both desperately crave; his cock. Still, Satoru is a fan of riling you up and taking his sweet time. Even with his cock aching in pain from still being hard with no pleasant contact of your mouth like before.

The lower half of his face is dripping with your mess, unwrapping one of his arms slow and cautious from around your thigh and tightening his hold on the other. You whine in question and he only gently shushes you, hand creeping up in front of his body before the long fingers meet your pussy properly this time. If it wasn’t Satoru that you already find that you deeply trust; you just know you’d throw a fit if some other tried to lift you up and keep you in this rather dangerous position. With a glimmer of concern, all you had to do was look at his ridiculously hot muscles to know that he was not going to drop you any time soon. His fingers keep your slick-covered folds spread wide, briefly flashing you a grin with your juices dripping from his face before he moves in to caress your hole.

You strangle on a moan as you feel the wet muscle push past your entrance, slowly licking on just the inside of your tight heat, tongue rubbing against your warm velvety walls that clench around it. With this angle, Satoru’s nose nudges against your clit as he moves his head forward to lick nice and slow within you. It’s impossible to not squirm with how sensitive you are; bare back rubbing cautiously against the face of the cliff and feeling his hold on you tightening in warning to not move so much. “It’s hard... You make me feel so hot and tingly.” You whine your complaint and Satoru merely snorts against your cunt as his tongue teasingly pumps in and out and despite having a very long tongue, he could only reach so far.

Your clouded gaze briefly scans the sand of the beach to see not a single person in sight as the white-haired lifeguard continues his teasing in an unforgiving manner. No rest to your needy pussy that continues to drip mess on his eager face. “So fucking sweet..” He sighs out happily, tongue once more dragging up between your folds to meet your clit. You unintentionally tighten your thighs around the sides of his face as you now realise his fingers crept up to caress along your quivering hole, panting softly. “Please..” You mumble, already craving so much more than his pretty fingers inside of you. It’s as if he could read your mind because he merely shakes his head, the tips of his hair tickling your inner thighs.

“Princess, I don’t care if we’re in public or how needy you get. I’m still going to take my time.” He says, words muffled against your cunt and despite feeling so floaty already from the pleasure that washes over you as if you’re in the ocean; you still have enough focus to roll your eyes and have your swollen lips form a small pout. “Bit selfish, don’t you think?” You huff out your retaliation and are swiftly met with a firm slap to your thigh, prompting a surprised yelp as the stinging sensation spreads across your skin. Your hand comes up to pitifully try to hide the sound as you look down at the lifeguard between your legs. “Yeah, and? Doesn’t look like you have a problem with my selfishness. Especially when I..” He trails off, deciding on a little bit of no mercy as he presses the tips of his two digits against your tight entrance before with little force, he slides them right in.

Completely and easily with how aroused you really are. Your pussy has been practically drenched since the first kiss and so his long fingers are lovingly greeted with the velvety warmth of your walls squeezing tight around the new invasion. They reached further than just the tip of his tongue. You could feel how long they are as he begins to slowly set a pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of your tightness, pressing sweet kisses to your clit that continues to pulsate from the contact. Whimpering moans easily spill from your parted lips, head tilting back against the cliff face as you succumb to the absolute bliss you feel rush through you.

Satoru’s head tilts up as well to admire the pretty sight of your chest rising and falling from your needy pants and your face scrunching up as he angles his fingers with each thrust until you gasp sharply and weakly grip his hair. “Bingo.” He jokes lightly, tongue continuing to swirl and flick against the sensitive bud as he slowly grinds his fingers deep inside and against the sweet spot. The wet sounds of your pussy only encourage him to pick up the pace of his fingering. Your inner walls squeeze tightly around his long digits, eyebrows furrowing in almost disbelief as you feel his fingers slowly stretch you out as they continue rubbing against the sweet spot.

Fuck, it all just feels so good. Every time you feel that hot flush of pleasure racing through you, you can’t stop your toes from curling and crying out for the lifeguard. The white-haired male thinks it’s a miracle that he’s able to even last this long before stuffing your tight cunt full of his thick cock. Especially after a brief taste of pleasure when your pretty lips were wrapped around him but, maybe it’s because he’s discovered just how fun it really is to tease you. To have your legs over his shoulders and trust his strength to hold you up against the cliff, the sun slowly setting behind him as his mouth devours you completely, fingers causing sweet squelching sounds as he pumps them inside of your tightness. It’s all too good in his eyes. Even before using his cock, Satoru knows he’s going to struggle if he doesn’t get his daily fix of you now. Hopefully, you’ll agree to see more of him. Besides, pleasure aside? He thinks you’re pretty cute.

“Satoru— Best lifeguard in existence, ah… Please? Wan’ more.” You plead breathlessly as you feel his third finger tease around the rim of your stretched entrance. Fingering feels good. It leaves you all warm and tingly but, you want more. Need it. You need his— You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the lifeguard laugh at your form of begging, pushing the two of his fingers against your tight walls slowly until you whine in response and finally, Satoru decides to give you what you want. “Alright, Miss Needy.” He says and you feel him start to cautiously guide your legs to slide off of his shoulders and your hands frantically come up to grip onto jagged rocks but before there was even a threat of a fall, Satoru’s strong arms wrap around your body and he lowers you to the ground, feet sinking into the warm sand and getting in between your toes.

You lean up with the intention to give him a sweet kiss but Satoru merely smirks before his hands firmly grasp your shoulders. ���Now now, princess. Kissing can come later. You’re desperate for my cock, no?” He teases lightly, pressing against your shoulders as he forcefully moves you until you find yourself stumbling. With a playful pout but an eagerness to obey, you shuffle your feet in the sand until you’re turned around, curiosity growing on just how exactly he wants you positioned. This is all up to him, after all. The one who chose such a risky spot in public. Against a cliff. You still truly couldn’t wrap your head around it but, it’s exciting. So thrilling that your heart races.

You let a soft squeak when his large hand grips the back of your neck and he suddenly pushes you down. Without even needing to tell you, your hands come up frantically to make contact with the cliff, hands pressing against the aged rocks. “Good girl, you caught on.” Satoru praises, voice low and breathless. You’re bending over, legs trembling with anticipation and all you can focus on is his overwhelming presence behind you. You don’t even need to glance his way to know he’s towering above you.

Satoru’s pearly white clench together to prevent sounds from escaping as he admires the gorgeous sight before himself and, no. It wasn’t the ocean that was behind him. Nor the sight of families having fun on the beach that he stands guard over. Not the park up in the distance or dolphins appearing amongst the waves. He’s almost numb to those sights from having to come to work daily as a lifeguard but, this? This is a sight he could never become numb to. The sight of you bent over before him, body trembling and feet shifting in the sand as you keep your pretty ass on display for him. Fuck, he could practically see your pussy dripping from where he stands and your juices smeared across your inner thighs. Just like how his lower face is still covered in the sweetness that he refuses to wipe away.

You whine softly, almost becoming frustrated from the lack of both touch and cock inside of you. Satoru merely grins at your whining, large hands caressing gently along your bare sides, toying with the strings of your top bikini. “Such a needy little thing you are..” He says, hands coming down to firmly grip your waist as he steps forward, pressing his bare cock against your ass. You could feel it throb against your ass cheek, pre-cum slowly dripping onto you before he grinds slowly to smear the few droplets across your flesh. The lifeguard grips the base of his cock before playfully slapping it against your ass and eagerly you wiggle your ass back against his throbbing length.

“Fucking hell.” He laughs, endeared by your eagerness before he finally positions his length between your dripping folds. “You do realise I don’t have a condom, right? We can stop if you want me to.” The white-haired male expresses despite the light pleasure he feels from his length dragging along between your folds, feeling your sweet slick coating his length. You feel your hole already clench around nothing as if your body is begging to be filled up. “Wan’ you in me. Now.” You huff impatiently, feet shuffling out in the sand to spread your legs further.

“Going to have to teach you manners later.” Satoru says, though pleased by your ‘subtle’ desperation and so with his hand still wrapped around the base of his cock, he moves to position himself until the bulbous tip of his cock rests against your entrance. Not bothering to wait to confirm with you again, the lifeguard finally presses the tip of his length against your hole and with little force, the rim of your hole finally stretches around the head of his length and your pussy greets Satoru’s slowly sinking cock happily.

The sounds of your strained mewls lace with his deep groans as you feel his thickness slowly stretch out your inner walls and despite the amount of slickness your cunt excitedly produced, you still feel the lingering pain of being stretched out by something so big. Bigger than anything you’ve ever experienced before. Satoru feels breathless as your velvety walls clench around him, wrapping so snugly and tight around his throbbing cock as if eager to keep him inside of you, still slowly sinking in. Satoru tries to take his time pushing in to allow you to adjust but it’s as if your walls are eagerly gripping onto him, pulling him further and further.

Satoru completely bottoms out, throbbing erection completely sheathed as he pants softly, trying to contain himself as the pleasure pulses through him from feeling your inner walls squeeze around his length entirely. Your eyes are wide, barely able to focus on the details of the cliff and only on how wide he stretched your cunt out with ease. You could feel your own mess slowly dripping out despite practically being stuffed full and plugged up. The stretch hurts, stinging at first as you both try to just adjust to the new sensation. You bite back a soft whimper, head hanging forward and eyes closing tightly. Satoru soothingly rubs along your side, hoping to coax you into relaxing.

“Come on, baby. This is nothing compared to a jellyfish sting.” He says, pleased to get the reaction he wanted, which was you laughing at the silliness of his words. The lifeguard smiles behind you, red shorts down to his knees and your bikini bottoms hanging out of the pocket. Thankfully, with his touch, you find your body relaxing before him and the painful stretch dulls down until there’s not even a hint of it anymore. Truth be told, it was a pain you found yourself liking because of what it meant. The handsome lifeguard is inside of you. “Nn, move..” You mumble quietly and it’s a good thing that Satoru is so fixated on you because not even the wind along the beach could hide your words from him.

Satoru, not wanting to actually harm you; starts off slow. He slowly pulls back, his length sliding along your warm velvety walls until he pushes back in. He doesn’t go the entire way, just the first few inches but it’s enough to leave your toes curling in the sand and his name spilling from your lips in the form of a lewd moan. “How are you so tight—“ Satoru choked out, voice strained as you squeezed around his slowly thrusting length. He doesn’t dare pick up the pace, the pair of you melting into the pleasurable sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you and fuck, you swear you could feel even the details of his cock against your inner walls, thick and protruding veins.

You deliberately squeeze around him and instantly, Satoru knows what you’re silently pleading for. Crystal blue eyes widening with manic and lips forming a small grin, the lifeguard begins to pick up the pace of his thrusts, deepening them further. Your swollen lips stay parted as needy whines and moans of the lifeguard’s name escape, feeling each deep thrust that sends a surge of ecstasy through your entire body, nails grazing against the rocks. You could hear him pant softly, his cock sliding all the way out before he slams back in relentlessly, refusing to give you time to relax before he slams his thickness back inside of you.

“Fucking hell—“ He grunts out as you squeeze around him, his hand ghosting along your back before he swats your ass cheek firmly. A squeal escapes from feeling the sudden sting of pain, pushing back eagerly onto his throbbing cock. It feels beyond good to feel the way he stretches your walls out and fills you to the very brim. Truly stuffed full of his cock every time he pushes in deep. His hand reaches out to grip your hair, keeping your head tilted back. His other hand lands smack after smack against your ass, feeling your inner velvety walls squeeze around his thick cock with each impact and you whimper from the stinging pain that laces with the sweet pleasure of his thrusting cock.

Both of you nearly go still from hearing a sudden chime fill the surrounding air. Satoru’s phone is ringing. “Fuck—“ He says, hastily stuffing his hand into the pocket of his red board shorts to grab the vibrating object and check the contact, all the while his hips never stop moving. He refuses to let some call get in the way of both his pleasure and your own. Besides, it’s cute to see the way you clasp your hand over your mouth to try and muffle your sounds. He answers the call and presses it to his ear.

“Yeah, Suguru?”

His hips slam forward until his cock is entirely sheathed again and there’s the lewd sound of your juices squelching around his thickness. He’s breathless as he listens to the other voice. “Ah— Y/N from before left her bag with her friends and they’re wondering where she is?” He repeats, unable to stop himself from smirking down at your bent-over body. Your eyes widen at his words, your face feeling flushed. Fuck, you did forget your bag and that includes your phone. You whimper, his fingers tightening the grip on your hair. “She’s here with me… Do they want to talk to her? Alright, that’s fine with me.” He says, voice sounding so sickly sweet as he dangles the phone in front of you. “Go on.” He says, slowly sliding his length out of your tight cunt.

You reach with a trembling hand, heart racing with a mixture of anxiety and excitement at the thought of having to be on the phone when the lifeguard’s delicious cock pistons in and out of you; hard and fast. “H-Hello?” You manage to breathe out, desperately holding back the delighted squeal that wanted to escape as he grinds deep inside of you, prompting electrifying pleasure to course through your very being.

“Y/N? Where are you? You never came back with that lifeguard after you got stung. Are you okay?” You have to hold the phone slightly away from your ear to prevent your friends from hearing your heavy pants, feeling Satoru’s hand snake around to teasingly rub against your sensitive clit. Fuck, the sadist is having too much fun with this. “I’m— I’m okay!” You squeak in response, thighs closing in on the male’s intrusive hand. Your body is flushed with heat, swimming in the pleasure that his sliding length blesses you with. “I’ll get my bag later—“

“Tell them to give it to Suguru and he’ll leave it at the tower.”

You could barely process the words but you can definitely sense the fact that Satoru is enjoying this a bit too much. You muffle a whimper against your shoulder, eyes rolling and phone threatening to fall from your hand. “If you could ah.. nn— Leave it with Suguru? He— He’ll!! Satoru is asking Suguru to take it to the tower, I’ll get it later.” You manage to spill out between your heavy pants, voice high-pitched as you pathetically try to hide the evidence of your cunt being fucked hard. His fingers teasingly pinch your clit, watching as you tremble beneath him and he chuckles lowly, smoothing his hand just up slightly to apply pressure against your lower stomach. He could feel the way your stomach bulges slightly every time he pushes in deep and you bite back a sob, unable to contain how good it really feels to have him rapidly sliding his length in and out of your hot core.

There’s suspicious silence over the phone, quiet murmuring before your friend on the replies. “Okay, um— Hope you’re having fun, we’ll leave it with Suguru!” She says and you could hear the rushed movement of the phone being handed around and you barely managed to hold it up for Satoru to take, your head hanging forward as you whimper. He takes it with ease, despite his own body feeling like hot jelly as your heavenly walls keep a snug tight fit around his thickness. He holds the phone between his shoulder and ear, hands firmly gripping onto your waist as he slams into your cunt, causing you to cry out loudly, body pushing forward until your own cheek rests against the back of your hand that’s pathetically trying to hold you up by gripping one of the jagged rocks of the cliff.

“Mm? Oh, is it that obvious?” Satoru laughs in response to whatever Suguru is saying on the phone. At this point, you’re too much in your own world to give a damn about anything else. “Couldn’t resist such a pretty girl, you know that. Can I focus on what I’m doing now? Yeah. Uhuh. We’ll pick it up later. Thanks, Suguru.” He pauses. You feel him pausing for a moment, only his leaking tip nudged inside of you. “You’re the best, ah— I might tell you all about it later, I know you’re eager. What’s that? Bye!” Satoru practically sings his own cockiness into the phone before hanging up on his own best friend, tucking the object back into his pocket.

“Sorry about that, princess. Now, where were we?” He grunts out, trimmed nails digging into the flesh of your waist. You didn’t even need to see to know his lips were twisting to form his sinister smirk, leaning back far enough to inspect his own cock. It’s glistening with your juice, slowly dripping and fuck, it only arouses him further. You whine, wishing he’d return to fucking you properly, especially so you could forget the realisation that both his co-worker and your friends know what’s currently happening. You sucked at hiding how you were feeling, but in your defence; he was slamming into you hard enough that skin slapping against skin would have been heard through the small device.

“Fuuuuuuck me…” You plead, wiggling your hips back and managing to sink back onto an inch or two before Satoru shivers at the sweet feeling of you squeezing back around him. “You’re such a slut for my cock.” Satoru teases, feeling rather smug as tightens his grip on your waist to return to the steady pace of his thrusts, eager to pound into your tight hole. His crystal blue eyes roll at the sensation, white strands of hair falling over his eyes as his head falls forward, struggling to keep himself together. You just feel so fucking good around him.

You both are resisting the urge to reach climax, desperate to drag this out. Even as the sun begins to finally set and the sky darkens. Neither of you cared for anything but being with each other in the moment. That and how he roughly pounds into you. Not even a hint of a pause as his cock drills in and out, the lewd sounds of your juices squelching with each time his length enters you, balls slapping up against you. It’s a relief no one is taking walks like the previous couple before you are screaming for the heavens above and the white-haired lifeguard is eating it up. Even the stinging pain of his skin harshly meeting yours.

“Ah, ‘toru! Nn— Feels so—“ You cry out in ecstasy, stomach already starting to feel hot and tight with the urge of an orgasm growing more and more. You’re so blissfully fucked out that your mind couldn’t even form thoughts. Your body could only focus on the constant high, walls clenching around his length as he dragged himself out, only to push back into the brim. “Feels so good, huh?” Satoru pants out, his length throbbing harder than before. “Fuck, Y/N— in or out?” He manages to grunt out, hips stuttering as his own sensitivity begins to creep up on him. You didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what he meant and with a loud whimper, you tilt your head back to meet his hot gaze. deliberately squeezing around his thrusting length to send the message.

You want every drop of his cum inside of you. You didn’t care if it was rather greedy on the first time or if it made you selfish. You want him to breed you, like that’s exactly what you were made for. Besides, it’d just feel so nice to be able to feel full. The message was loud and clear despite no words actually leaving your lips and Satoru is thrilled to have permission; perhaps he was desperately hoping you’d agree because once his cock was stuffed deep inside of you, Satoru just knew that he wanted it this way and naturally, luck is always on Satoru’s side. He gets what he secretly wants.

His nails drag hot across your flesh before he snakes his arms around your trembling body, pressing his front down against your back and he embraces you rather lovingly from behind. Satoru grinds slow and deep, refusing to even pull an inch of his throbbing cock out. He wants to stay inside your tight warmth that squeezes around him. One hand travels down to slide two fingers between your folds, deciding to double the pleasure you feel by caressing your clit with the pads of his fingers, slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Oh— Oh fuck..” You gasp sharply as his length rubs against your sweet spot and feel your sensitive clit throb beneath his touch. You couldn’t hold back any longer. Even if you want to hold out a little longer, your body refuses.

Hard waves of ecstasy crash over your body, thighs squeezing before shaking violently through the sudden, intense orgasm. You cum hard around his thrusting cock and it’s like your mind is just wiped clean of everything as your lips stay parted to let out the string of cries laced with lewd mewls of the lifeguard’s name, fingertips scraping against the rocks of the cliff face. You’re truly oblivious to how your own body reacts as you drown happily in the constant waves of pleasure that crash over your trembling body. Sweat causes strands of hair to stick to the sides of your temples, eyes rolling back and feeling the hot, sweet tingles spread across you, starting from your dripping cunt. Your hot walls clench repeatedly around his thickness as if so hungry for something. Desperate to milk out everything he’s holding back.

Satoru’s own mind short-circuits from the sudden orgasm that takes hold of you and it’s like your tight pussy is clinging, refusing for him to pull out. Even as his hands attempt to soothe you, Satoru’s hips slam forward for the final time and his own body is flushed with the searing heat of an orgasm. It’s like every fibre of his being loosens up as the bulbous tip of his cock buried deep inside of you, shoots out every sticky rope of cum, painting your inner walls white. His forehead rests against your shoulder, hot breath fanning against your skin as he pants your name out. It feels like heaven, to him. To have you wrapped around him as he pumps you full of his cum. He could feel his tense muscles finally relaxing and his length pulsating inside of you. He sighs out softly, pleasantly buzzed from experiencing the momentary high.

“Good girl..” He murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to the back of your shoulder as he continues to hold your weak body against him, hips stuttering as he slowly thrusts to aid in riding out both of your orgasms. You whimper happily, tears in your eyes from the intensity of your orgasm. Truth be told, if he wasn’t holding you up, you know you would have collapsed from weak legs. You continue to tremble gently, inner walls slowly clenching around the male’s length. It feels so damn good to be so full. Reluctantly, Satoru begins to slide his soft length out until he notices his sticky mess spilling out of your stretched hole that now squeezes around nothing. “Why..” You whine your complaint and a breathless chuckle escapes the lifeguard. “As much as I’d love the idea of staying inside of you, I can’t just keep you outside.” He reminds you, long fingers gathering up the strings of cum that dribble out, noticing that it’s already mixed with your own juices.

Fuck. Feeling daring enough, Satoru moves his long fingers towards your face. Your cheek is resting against the cliff when you notice the approach and with a quick side glance his way; you obediently wrap your lips around his digits, happily sucking off the mess. You moan softly at the saltiness laced with your own sweetness, slowly sliding your mouth up and down every bit of his fingers, slurping up the saliva that now threatens to spill. Your eyelids feel heavy from the previous orgasm and still coming down from that sweet high; you slowly blink and savour the taste that fills your mouth. Satoru gulps, completely entranced by the filthy sight of you sucking on his fingers.

“Fucking hell, you are one lewd princess.” He comments as he watches your tongue slowly drag up between his fingers, leaving behind a string of saliva as you pull away, flustered by his words. You’re still in a daze from the orgasm he practically blessed you with. You never really experienced it so intensely before. “It’d be a waste..” You mumble shyly, feeling the last of his cum smearing across your inner thighs as you rub them together. Even your clit still throbs slowly, too sensitive for any kind of touch. The lifeguard smiles, endeared by your words. “Uhuh. Well, if you ever need more. I’m happy to give it.” Satoru snorts, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders. It’s a miracle that you’re still standing and you know it’s because he’s holding you up as he guides you to turn around and face him.

You meet his piercing blue eyes, finally leaning up to get that kiss you tried to steal before. Satoru grins lightly, finding it cute that you’re still so needy despite just being fucked roughly against a cliff. He lowers himself to press a kiss to your lips, hastily tucking his cock back inside his shorts in a pitiful attempt to stop himself from getting hard. It’d hurt and he knows how irresistible you are in his eyes now. “Come on. Might as well go get your bag.” He says, pausing as he blindly tugs out your bikini bottoms that were stuffed into his pocket. With a gentle push against your shoulder, you understood that Satoru was signalling for you to briefly rely on the cliff face to hold yourself up as he lowered himself to his knees, groaning.

“Even I feel like jelly, what did you do to me?” Satoru jokes, inspecting the bottoms. Surely you tie the bows first? What do girls do with these? You bite back an amused smile at his confusion but say nothing, perhaps enjoying the sight of the usual cocky lifeguard being on his knees and looking like he needs to depend on someone. Satoru with the confidence of thinking he’s right, swiftly ties the side strings into bows and he brings it towards you. You grip his broad shoulders as you carefully step into the loops before you feel the male drag them up along your weak legs until they’re once again covering you.

“Such a gentleman. Will I get to see that side of you more?” You giggle softly, hand playfully ruffling up the male’s soft white hair before he stands up. Satoru, feeling playful, scoops your hand up with his and brings your hand up to kiss each knuckle dramatically. “Mwah. Of course, princess. Only you get such honours of this hot lifeguard taking care of you.” He says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Your heart still flutters and not wanting the already developing feelings to be obvious, you pinch his cheek.

“That’s so cute of you, Satoru. First, you save me from a jellyfish sting. Then, you fuck me. Really good. And now, you kiss my knuckles. I really am spoiled.” You sigh out dramatically, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb and he tilts his head to press a kiss to your palm, eyes closing momentarily. “Only fair. You let me fuck you and it was really—“ He pauses, unable to think of a word and despite your hopeful gaze upon him, he merely smiles. “Stop distracting me. Bag.” He repeats, fingers adjusting your bikini top to cover you properly.

Naturally, you pout and roll your eyes from him not finishing his words, still leaning against the cliff. You watch him intently as he finds his sunglasses in the sand, tossing them into his backpack before zipping it up. “But, mister lifeguard..” You trail off, dramatically fanning yourself as your long lashes flutter. “I don’t think I can walk. You fucked me too good and my legs are weak. That and… the jellyfish sting.” You say, glancing at the part of your leg that is still bandaged up. Instantly, Satoru holds his hand up to stop you, shaking his head. “Ah, ah. Do you really think I’d let you walk at all? Who do you think I am?” He says, lips forming a playful pout.

Your cheeks start to hurt from grinning too much as you watch the lifeguard squat down low before you, hands coming back and gesturing for you to climb on. “You really do spoil me.” You giggle, feeling genuinely thankful towards Satoru because truthfully, he fucked you that good. You think your entire body is going to feel all gooey and weak for the rest of the night. You lean off the cliff, dramatically falling until your front lands against him, chest pressing against his toned back. You’re careful to not put all your weight, not that he cares and wrap your arms around his neck to cling onto him.

You couldn’t see the soft smile that graced his visage as he wrapped his arms beneath your knees and hoisted you up with ease, carrying you comfortably on his back and your legs dangle freely. Briefly, he leans forward. “Can you carry my backpack? It’s not heavy.” He says and you reach just in front of him to hook your fingers through the loop on top, holding it against his front body and he stands up. Satoru begins to walk in the direction you both originally came, taking his time. You glance towards the ocean, seeing the very last glimpse of the setting sun. You didn’t realise that it was even getting dark. You were so lost in the world of pleasure, thanks to the very same lifeguard who ‘saved’ you from a nasty sting. You tuck your head between his shoulder and neck, lips brushing lightly against his hot skin. “So, dinner and round two?” You whisper, breath ghosting along his neck. You could still feel his cum slowly leaking out. Satoru’s feet stumble in the sand, surprised by your words before his lips twist to form a grin, blue eyes becoming even more alive. With an eager nod and his arms tightening around your legs.

“Hold on, Y/N. I’m getting you out of here. Fast.”

And with those words spoken, Satoru begins to pick up the pace. You’re stunned by his high stamina, but it also leaves you feeling giddy from witnessing his excitement. You smile against his neck as you hug him tightly. You didn’t expect any of this today but, you’re already hungry for the future. You tighten your fingers on his backpack and press multiple kisses to his neck as you laugh.

“Bring it on.”

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bucktommy / tevan prompt: drive, car/vehicle, hands

i literally cannot see the words "bucktommy" and "hands" and not instantly get weird about it so uh. sorry. if you're not into short, kinda horny oneshots. thank you for the prompt!!! <33

bucktommy / rated m / mild and implied sexual content / prompts open

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Buck never gets out of the city, these days.

That's an over simplification, of course. Sometimes he does. Calls out of the city. Assists out of county. But it's been a long, long time since he made it out of LA for anything fun. And, this? This is fun.

The early evening has made a painting out of the North California landscape, streaming past them like so many brushstrokes. A sky in pink and lilac, trees tops in black shadow. Tommy, pretty as a picture, pretty as he always is with his hands on the wheel and his eyes forward.

Jesus, Buck has never wanted anyone so much in his life.

"You're staring."

"You're gorgeous."

Tommy huffs, but doesn't tear his eyes away from the road.

"You know I could watch you do this for hours."

"You have been watching me do this for hours," Tommy reminds him, mouth a sly smile, "Except for that powernap you took after lunch."

"You want me to take the wheel for a bit, babe?"

The same smile that always crossses Tommy's expression when Buck callshim babe appears. It's a soft little thing, but it's one of his favourite things in the world.

"Nah, there's only an hour left. Besides, I wouldn't want to deny you your favourite spectator sport."

It's true, it is. Maybe not in the way that Tommy thinks, maybe Tommy doesn't get it at all, actually. Buck likes to watch him. Watch him drive, watch him cook, watch him shave. Watch him nap on the couch after along shift, watch him comb his hair back before one. The confidence in his walk, the set of his shoulders, the surety of his hands.

His hands.

The same hands that are on the wheel that have pulled people out of burning buildings have washed Buck's hair in the shower. They've piloted helicopters, and cooked dinner for the two of them. They've patched up burns and lacerations and concussions in the field, and touched Buck the way no one else has ever quite managed.

Tommy flexes his hands, palms sure on the wheel.

Something stirs in Buck, a sense memory tucked into the joints of his wrists, the swirl of his fingerprints.

Buck stretches out in the passenger seat, a pleasant warmth settling at the base of his spine, a tingling in his gut, his fingertips, his legs.

There's a little sweat gathered in the fabric at Tommy's collar, where it's trickled down his neck. There's a drop of it tracing a faint red mark there, just under his hairline. Too faded to show any trace of what caused it, but Buck knows it was his teeth.

Buck runs a hand up his thigh absently.

"Evan," Tommy says warningly, but there's a touch of amusement in his tone, too.

"What?" he says innocently.

"You know what."

"Nope," he grins, "You look good."

"You look like a distraction."

"You can handle it."

"If I crash this car, and someone phones 911, you do realise neither one of us is ever going to live it down, right?"

He knows. He can practically see Chimney laughing his ass off already, hear Hen cackling. They gave him enough shit when a photo of Tommy appeared in his locker, a perfectly innocent picture of his boyfriend passed out cold on the couch in Buck's apartment, Jee-Yun beaming wildly into the camera after a day at a waterpark. Tommy's not wearing a shirt, because it got wet chasing Jee through a splash field. It's in Buck's locker because it's a great picture. No correlation.

"You flew a helicopter into a hurricane, I think you can manage the I5."

"You didn't have a hard on in the helicopter."

"That's what you think," Buck grins. He does now, easy and eager to go, like he's eighteen again, dick on a hairpin trigger.

"You didn't get enough this morning?" Tommy asks wryly.

This morning was slow and easy, still under the covers with the early morning light coming down on them like a blessing. Tommy's mouth on his stomach and his fingers inside of him, pulling an orgasm out of him like pulling on a loose thread - unravelling Buck into an incoherent mess.

"That was like eight hours ago-"

"It was maybe five, at an absolute push-"

"-and you just look so good sat there-"

"-I'm not doing anything!"

"-and I want you," Buck says, chest going warm at the way Tommy's mouth snaps shut and a blush starts spreading across his cheeks, "the way I always want you because you always look this good."

"We're gonna crash on the I5 and there's gonna be a pile up, and they're gonna check traffic cam footage and see that it's because I swerved into oncoming traffic, and when they ask me what happened, I'm gonna have to say it's because-"

"We're not going to crash, Tommy," Buck laughs.

"-because my boyfriend is insatiably horny," he interupts, louder, before glancing over at him. His eyes drop down to where Buck is rubbing himself through his sweats and he groans, a deep rumbling thing in his chest that makes Buck jerk helplessly in the seat, "and because he looks so good right now."

The satnav on the dash says there's still ninety minutes until they reach their destination, which is damn near an eternity. The thought of being confined in this car with Tommy, in a nice fitting t-shirt and shorts that have ridden up to expose a slither of inner thigh, for more than an hour feels impossible. Buck grinds into the heel of his palm, images of them pulled over at the side of the road, pressed together in the backseat of Tommy's old muscle car, or Buck bent over the hood, or leaning against the driver's side door with Tommy on his knees in front of him- They bomboard his imagination like firecrackers, every one of them vivid and alive like memories rather than fantasies.

Tommy's hand shoots out like a gunshot from the wheel to clasp his wrist.

He didn't realise how close he was to coming until his hand stopped moving.

"Jesus, Evan-" Tommy breaths out, his fingers like a vice, chest heaving, "You're trying to kill me."

"Whatta way to go though, huh?" Buck slurs. His hips are still twitching, even as he steps back from the precipice of orgasm. Everything is still so close, so hot, so intense. Tommy's jaw is so tight the muscle is jumping under the skin, but he lets go of Buck's wrist to lace their fingers together instead.

It's probably not the placating gesture Tommy wants it to be, not now that Buck's so worked up, not when it's Tommy's hands that have him writhing in the passenger seat of this car, Tommy's everything, really.

"Evan."

"What?"

"Quit it," he says firmly.

Buck grins, "Or what?"

"Or," Tommy says easily, "Every time I catch you, I'm adding an hour onto how long I'm making you wait when we get to the hotel."

That definitely doesn't have the desire affect, or it does. Buck can't tell over the wildfire that courses through him, caught between the desire to chase relief as soon as possible, and drag whatever game they've stumbled onto here out for as long as he can. Whatever shows on his face makes Tommy laugh, pull his hand back and put it back on the wheel.

-

(They make it to the hotel by the skin of their teeth, check in like a pair of maniacs on the run from the cops, then Tommy shows him just how serious he was about that three hour penalty by strapping his arms to the bed with his belt.)

-

(He only makes it two and a half.)

[mostly-marvel-musings]

If combining prompts is allowed, can you do “Tease me some more and I’ll show you my reaction.” + “Hmm, is that a threat or a promise?” for Tony Stark, please?

A/N: This is just a little something! I changed it up a bit. Tony’s a little shit. Enjoy :)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

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He was doing it on purpose. Knowing just how much it riled you up.

Tony Stark. The billionaire. The exhibitionist. The fucking tease.

Clad in the damned black tank that glowed faint blue right in the middle, hair in such disarray it made you want to run your fingers through them and perhaps give them a harsh tug. He deserved it.

It had been distracting enough with that devil tongue of his that peeked out every once in a while to wet his bottom lip. His choice of clothing effectively showed off that toned upper body. Ripped arms with veins popping that had your core clench around nothing, chiseled abs evident through the thin piece of black fabric and the red goggles that hid his gorgeous brown eyes. Damn it. He was a sight.

And he was well aware of the effect he had on you. The smug bastard. He would go to any lengths to make you admit your feelings. Feelings you had carefully concealed so far.

Thankful that the work desk hid your lower body, you kept your head down as you squeezed your thighs together in attempts to relieve some of the sexual frustration. But nothing quite missed Tony’s eye. Especially when he was on this personal mission.

You heard a water splash that made you look up. Big mistake. 

Tony had ‘accidentally’ spilled water down his tank top and was taking it off agonisingly slowly, a show put up just for you. His taut muscles gleamed under the artificial lights of his lab as he undressed, dabbing his wet skin as he traipsed in your line of vision once again.

“Tease me some more and I’ll show you my reaction.” You mumbled under your breath, giving yourself a mental shake as your mind conjured up an image in which you were bent of the very desk you sat at, while the genius mechanic railed you from behind.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He murmured, giving his signature smirk as he leaned forward, his stupidly handsome face mere inches away.

Tony Stark was a man determined to have your stubborn ass under him by the end of the day. And quite safe to say, he succeeded.

[chairofchaos]

Roots & Offshoots

Pairing: Eris x Fem!Reader (no y/n use, and we’re trying ‘x Reader’ again, folks!) Summary: Eris Vanserra, family man and defender of children, loves his family and his people very much. A slice of domestic life through the eyes of Eris Vanserra’s mate. For Day 2 of Eris Week: Childhood & Legacy (I'm double dipping lol) @erisweekofficial Rating: Teen Word Count: 2.5k Tags & Warnings: Fluffy, with tiny angsty moments, discussions, and allusions. Ends on a happy note! Warnings for Beron Vanserra; abuse, violence (discussed) A/N: Happy Day 2 of Eris Week! Hopefully, this hits the spot with a little fluff. Thank you to @tsunami-of-tears for the gorgeous dividers!

“Daddy, will you tell me a bedtime story?”

Your husband pretended to consider for a moment, the candle beside your daughter’s bed casting a halo of golden light against his red hair and around her head. 

“I suppose we have a bit of time,” he winked at her conspiratorially. You watched from just outside the door, having given her a hug, kiss, and a bedtime story already. She would hear any story you and Eris would tell her, and nag you for more besides, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to read her more than one a night.

“What do you want to read tonight?”

“I want to know what you were like when you were little, like how Mommy talks about the park and the puppy and her friends.” 

“Ah,” he said, adjusting his positioning on the edge of her bed. “Well, let’s see.”

Your daughter didn’t know to look for the subtle twitch of his hand, or the tightening of his jaw. She didn’t know the tells that Eris had, the quiet strength which held back centuries of heartache. She only knew her father as the loving man he displayed in your home. She knew him as the “best hugger in the world,” as she had insisted you caption the picture she drew him for his birthday. As the kisser of her scrapes and cuts from falling out of a tree in the forest. As the one who held her hand when she walked through the streets of the city. Her “favorite Daddy,” as she said every day. “You’re my favorite. My favorite Daddy.”

“Do you have another?” he would ask, his eyes twinkling with mirth. His response never changed, but hers would.

“No. Which means you’re my extra special favorite,” she had explained one rainy morning. “I only have one. Which makes you extra special.”

He had cried that day. He had smiled, and kept it together until she left, holding your niece’s hand as they walked to school together, lunches in hand. When the front door clicked, he spun, tears streaming down his face. It had healed something in him, he told you, something that had felt broken and hopeless even after she had been born.

Her love meant everything to him, to the man whose father had hardly cared to use his name unless it was to berate him with a sneer.

“Let’s see,” he smoothed her blanket up to her shoulders, smiling. “Can I tell you a story about me and Uncle Lucien?”

“No,” she pouted. “Uncle Lucien was a baby when you were big. He said so. I want to know what you were like when you were little like me.”

He faltered for just a moment before yielding to her request. “Let’s see. How about a story about me and Mamé?”

“Yes!” she giggled, wiggling beneath her blankets. She clutched a small plush hound beneath her chin, its ear worn. She had carried it around every day for the first four years of her little life. On occasion, you still saw it in her hand as she skipped through the house singing to herself.

“In the time of Bran, when the leaves were red and the wind sweet, the fire warm and welcoming, there lived a faeling named Eris, and his mother.”

“And that was Mamé, right, Daddy?”

“Yes, love,” Eris chuckled. “They lived in a little house in the woods, with a stream behind the house. Every day, they woke up and went to the stream, and splashed around until they were soaking wet. Sometimes, Eris’ aunt and uncle would come, and they would splash around, too. And the four of them would lay in the grass by the house in the woods and eat the forest berries and drink cream from the neighbor’s cow. The neighbors were our friends, and would come for supper. Mother would cook, and Eris would set the table.”

“Like Mommy taught me?” 

“Yes, sweetheart. Like Mommy taught you.”

“Fork, plate, knife, spoon,” your daughter recited.

“Just like that,” Eris smirked, tapping the tip of her nose with a slender finger. “Smart girl.”

She giggled. “Was Eris good at setting the table?”

Eris twisted his face in a show of thinking very hard about her question. “No,” he decided with a wink in your direction. “He was very, very bad at setting the table, because he didn’t pay attention to where he was going and broke plates almost every day.”

“Every day?” 

“Almost,” he nodded solemnly. “But he was very little, and his mother fixed the broken plates until he learned.”

“That’s nice of her.”

“It was very nice of her.”

“Did she yell?”

Eris paled just slightly. “No. She never yelled, Calliope.”

“That’s good. You don’t yell either, Daddy. My friend’s daddy yells all the time.”

“Hmm,” Eris said. “Well. I hope she’s okay.”

“She is. She says it’s scary.”

“I’m sure it is. Sweetheart, can you tell me and Mommy more about that in the morning?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good. Now, where was I?”

You turned down the hallway. He would be another few minutes, but you couldn’t keep standing in the hall. It had been a long day, interactions with courtiers, staff, and . You didn’t mind taking some of the responsibilities for Eris on occasion, especially if it meant he could get away for moments like this. 

One or two more letters wouldn’t hurt tonight. The rest could wait until morning, after the children had come for breakfast and left for school, the small pack of them all. 

It had been one of Eris’ first decisions after your marriage. Your nieces and nephews descended on the house for breakfast every morning before lessons. He cooked with the staff more often than not, you, your siblings and one of the two brothers whom he had reconciled with, and all their spouses, crowded around the dining room table while your mate brought out the food each morning. He loved cooking, one of the few joys he held onto through his tumultuous younger years. 

Over the years, the number of children had grown, and you had expanded the dining room to fit everyone. Now, Calliope joined them, cooking with Eris before going off to school every day. She had asked if one or two of her friends could join, and soon, more than half her class was at your house for breakfast. It was just as well. Her cousins were older than her, and she enjoyed the company. It also resulted in her being exposed to families outside your own, with a greater variety of company. You all were invited to dinner at least once a week at the houses of various classmates, and it afforded you and Eris the ability to feel normal, even if some of the motivation behind the invitations was likely the bragging rights of dining with the High Lord and his family.

Calliope enjoyed it, her ruddy cheeks bright as she skipped ahead with bows in her hair. “Mommy, look!” she cried on one occasion, a moth fluttering in the bushes at the roadside. “It’s pretty!” 

“It’s very pretty, Callie,” you agreed. She reached out a chubby hand, giggling. 

“Let’s not touch it,” Eris called. “Let it fly, love. Let it fly.”

He gazed at her with such adoration, her innocence and joy at the world. That open adoration was something he rarely allowed in himself, even after his father’s death. 

You turned your attention back to the letters at hand, writing until you set down your pen and reached for the ink blotter. 

A strong hand settled on your shoulder as you pressed the blotter against the page, rolling it over the text you had written to the Minister of Commerce.

“Hello, sweetness,” he bent to press a kiss to your head. You hummed in acknowledgement, setting the ink blotter and the letter aside to dry. 

“Hello, handsome,” you smiled up at him. He came around your chair, spinning it so you faced him as he leaned against the corner of the desk. 

“Working after supper again?”

You shrugged. “You were telling an excellent story. I figured one more wouldn’t hurt.”

Eris raised an eyebrow. “If it were me, you’d be stealing the pen out of my hand.”

“I was done when you got here,” you protested. “And-”

He raised a finger, his lips twisting. The mirth you recognized earlier returned to his eyes as he corrected, “You were not done. I’ve been here since paragraph two.”

Your eyes widened, even as you smiled in jest. “Well, it’s a very important letter.”

“Ah. A very important letter, you say,” he bowed to look you levelly in the eyes, his nose inches from yours. “More important than sleep?”

You nod in mock solemnity, leaning backwards. “Much.”

“More important than your well-being?”

“Oh, entirely.”

“I must disagree with both your somethings,” he said seriously, but then returned to his teasing. “More important than your husband?”

You laugh, raising a hand to brush his cheek. “Never.”

“Never? Well, then what are you doing at that desk?”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m done now,” you grinned, accepting his hand to raise yourself from the chair.

“Come to bed with me,” he wrapped his arms around your waist, dropping his head to your shoulder. 

You nudged him backwards, the two of you maneuvering around to the side of the desk before releasing each other from your embrace. 

“Did she like the story?” you asked, pulling him with you from the office. 

“I think so,” Eris sighed. “I didn’t.”

You were silent. It was easier, he had told you once, to fill the silence rather than answer questions. 

He continued, turning to his dresser, “The story was true. I wouldn’t lie to her, not outright. Not if I can truly help it. But the truth was… it was during the massacre. It was where Mother took me to avoid the bloodshed.”

You winced. The massacre of nobles under Beron’s reign was the single spot in Autumn history which had not been overshadowed in brutality by Amarantha’s slaughter. It was the single most bloody conflict in the last three thousand years, and had solidified Beron’s hold over too many things for far too long. Eris had been no more than six, and yet the stain of his father’s reign hung over him like a dense fog.

He retrieved his night clothes, tossing you a garment from his drawer. You smiled and nodded, slipping out of your evening dress and replacing it with his shirt. “Thank you.”

He smiled over his shoulder, rummaging in the drawers again. “Here,” he added, tossing you a pair of wool socks. “Your feet were freezing last night.”

You pouted. “You’re a lord of fire, it shouldn’t be a problem when I use you to warm myself.”

“You’re just using me,” he laughed. “If you want to use me for warmth, at least have the decency to cuddle me while you do it.”

“I do!” You protested. “But you were a furnace.”

“If I was a furnace, and you were cuddling me,” he crossed his arms, smirking, “then how come your feet were cold?”

You rolled your eyes, laughing as you slid into bed. “I don’t know what to tell you except that I am right, and you are not.”

“Well,” Eris drawled slowly. “I see we want to fight tonight.”

You smirked in return, tucking the blankets around your waist. “If by fight you mean sleep in preparation for the incredibly busy day we have tomorrow, then I have to agree. Otherwise…”

Eris inclined his head. “It is outrageously busy tomorrow. Still. I’d like to hold my wife, please.”

“Come to bed with me,” you whispered, tossing the quilt from his side of the bed. He joined you, rolling into your side with his arm around your waist. “Anything you want, sweetness.”

You both were silent. Eris extinguished the candle flames with a twitch of his finger, breathing deeply in your neck. You stroked his back gently, fingers catching on the soft cotton of his thin shirt. It was a wonder he preferred sleeping in one at all. Habits formed in childhood rarely break, you supposed.

“She’s the same age I was when the massacres happened,” Eris whispers. You nod, not stopping your gentle movements. “What legacy will I leave to her? Will she inherit his evils through me? And the harm done in my time? What will her life be, seven centuries from now?”

You sighed. “We can’t know that. But as far as I know, you haven’t slaughtered the entire nobility, adults and children alike. You care for her. You care for her friends, our family, our extended family. You love her, and me.”

He huffed a laugh. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“I know,” you whispered. “I know. And we will, in some ways. But we do our best.”

“She told me I’m her favorite daddy again,” he laughed. “I tucked her in– like a river nymph, as always– and she said it in the sleepiest voice.”

You smiled. “She means it.”

“Do you know which friend it is she was talking about?”

“The one whose father yells?”

“Yes.”

“No,” you sighed. 

Eris was protective of his daughter, and, by extension, her friends. It was no doubt Eris would have a conversation with the man if he found anything to his distaste. Eris Vanserra, defender of children. The savior he had needed as a child, come centuries too late. “I’d rather be certain of harm before we say anything at all.”

“I know,” he murmured. “I truly hope sheis alright.” 

“Laws are stricter now. You could send someone, instead of getting involved yourself.”

“Don’t I owe it to Callie, to help her friend?”

“You did help her friend. You wrote those laws yourself, forced them through the council. You insisted on trained professionals in every school, to educate the children on what abuse was and what it looked like, the forms it could take. You’ve done a great deal to ensure their safety, and you did it all well before she was even born.”

“It doesn’t seem like enough.”

“Eris, this is a part of your legacy,” you nudged his cheek with your palm until he raised his head to look at you. “This is what you are giving her. This is what you leave her, greater safety for her and her peers, and an example to follow. Not a massacre, but safety. Not fear, but love.”

He nodded. “I know. I know that. It still feels too little.”

“To them, it isn’t little…”

“‘...to them, it’s everything’,” he finished the line from his own speech with a chuckle. He had said that, at the ceremony to pass the laws which now protected the children of Autumn. “Alright. I’ll let them handle it.”

“Good,” you kissed his forehead. “Now please remember that your daughter needs her favorite daddy whole and entire in the morning.”

“Her mother, too,” he poked your side until you squirmed, laughing. “Stop it!”

He kissed you gently through his smile, his hands gripping your hips as he rolled, pulling you on top of him.

“I love you,” you whispered between lazy kisses. 

“I love you, sweetness.”

Taglist: @lilah-asteria @c-starstuff-man0 @unanswered-stars @dusk-muse @ninthcircleofprythian

[kaycode1999]

LMK Sun Wukong x Fem. Reader

( Takes place just after the end of the last episode where everyone is at the beach. Reader is MK’s sister figure - around 25)

Wukong and Macaque settle into silence and Macaque starts eating the frozen peach popsicle when he notices Wukong staring off. He follows his eye line to see Y/N sitting on the sand reading a book and noticing Wukong has the most love sick expression on his face, a devious smirk makes it way onto his face. " No way." He says causing Wukong to snap out of it and turn to him, " What?" Wukong questions. " You have a thing for the kids sister!" Macaque says, Wukong was grateful it wasn't possible to see him blush. " What?! No I don't... why would you even-" Wukong starts but is cut off by the " I know you're lying" look Macaque gives him, Wukong glares at him for just a second before giving up. " So what if I do? what does it matter to you anyway?" Wukong demands crossing his arms. Macaque chuckles, " It doesn't really" he says " Though it IS kind of ironic that after all the effort you put into getting rid of your own mortality that you ended up falling for a mortal.”. " Yes, thank you captain obvious. l'm well aware of that." Wukong says glaring at him and Macaque chuckles at his anger, " So?" Macaque says. " So what?" Wukong questions, " Aren't you going to go talk to her? Make a move or something?" Macaque asks.

“ I-,” Wukong starts before slightly shrinking in on himself with a defeated sigh “ I don’t know if I can.”, Macaque raises an eyebrow at him confused at where this shyness was coming from. “ Why not?” Macaque questions, Wukong starts rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “ It’s just… I’m afraid to mess it up, alright?” He says avoiding eye contact “ I’ve made so many mistakes in my life, how can I be sure I won’t mess this up too?”, Macaque’s gaze softens slightly in understanding. “ You can’t.” He says, Wukong glares at him “ Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.”. Macaque rolls his eyes, “ What I’m saying Wukong is that you can never know what’s going to happen in the future. All you can do is try your best.” He says. “ Oh.” Wukong says blinking in surprise and the anger completely dissipates, he looks away seeming to get lost in thought. Macaque rolls his eyes again before opening a shadow portal beneath Wukong who makes a questioning noise before falling through it. Wukong falls from at least a foot in the air down to the sand just a few steps from Y/N. The landing causes sand to splash up and Y/N quickly closes her book shielding it from the sand with a surprised yelp.

Y/N looks over seeing Wukong laying in the sand, “ Oh.” She says in surprise setting the book down and quickly getting up. She rushes over helping him up as he turns to the side spitting out a mouthful of sand, Y/N puts her hand up to her mouth trying to cover her laughing but it doesn’t work. “ I’m sorry Monkey King” Y/N laughs “ I didn’t mean to laugh at you.”, “ It’s alright.” He assures while brushing off his arms. “ You know, you could wash off the sand in the water?” Y/N offers with a smile “ I’m pretty sure Mei and MK are about 5 seconds away from dragging us in anyway. What do you say?”, Wukong looks at her in surprise but quickly finds himself frozen as he stares into her gorgeous Y/C eyes. After a few moments he realizes he’s been silent for too long, he clears his throat before nodding with a smile. “ Sure.” He says.

The two walk into the water, and almost instantly getting pulled into playing with Mei and MK ( with red son just a little bit away pretending he isn’t having fun). They end up spending just over an hour just messing around playing whatever water based games the kids want to play before heading back to the sand. Monkey King starts shaking off the water like a dog getting it all over Y/N, and Y/N just gives him a look of disbelief. Monkey King freezes and cringes realizing what he’s done, “ Oh, sorry.” He says. Y/N smiles and laughs waving off his apology assuring him it’s fine, she picks up the beach towel drying herself off before putting on her cover up. Just then, Tang starts yelling something about the snacks and drinks being gone. Y/N rolls her eyes, “ Fine, I’ll go get some more.” She calls before turning to the Monkey King “ Would you mind helping me?”. “ Of course.” He says, the two grab the drink cooler and the bag of snacks heading back up to Monkey King’s home.

The two make pleasant small talk on the way up to the temple and quickly pack up the snacks and drinks. Y/N reaches into her bag taking out her hairbrush, “ Here, while we’re up here might as well brush through your fur.” She says. “ Huh? What for?” Wukong asks confused, “ You don’t want it to get all matted and gross after being in the water do you?” She says. “ Oh, Uh..” he starts stuttering nervously and Y/N smiles, “ Here.” She gestures to the couch “ If you want I can brush it for you.”. “ Ok.” He says quietly and he avoids eye contact as he walks over taking a seat on the couch, Y/N starts brushing through his fur. The first minute or so Wukong is pretty tense out of nervousness, but he quickly starts to relax as she brushes through his hair. She takes a few minutes going through his arms back and head, and by the time she’s done his whole body is warm and relaxed- so much so he is almost asleep as she finishes up. “ There.” She says setting the brush down “ Just one more thing.”, he hums questioning with his eyes still closed and a content smile. It takes him a moment to process her lips are being pressed to his, his eyes shoot open in surprise as she pulls away and he could swear his heart stopped beating. He mind was racing a million miles a minute but all he could end up getting out was, “ I guess you heard Macaque and I talking, huh?”. Y/N chuckles at his surprise, “ Something like that.” She says smiling at him “ I had a feeling you’d be a little too nervous to make the first move, so I decided I would.”. He breathes out a sigh of relief and smiles, “ Well I appreciate that.” He says cupping both of her checks looking deep into her eyes “ Though I hope you won’t mind if I make the next one.”. Y/N smiles and nods, Wukong gently pulls her into another kiss. After a long few moments Wukong pulls her to sit in his lap tilting his head when he kisses her again deepening the kiss. After a few more passionate kisses Y/N pulls back resting her forehead against his breathing slightly heavily, after catching her breath she just smiles before wrapping her arms around him in a hug and nuzzles her head into his neck. “ You know, I’m glad to know you like me too.” She says, he hums in agreement giving her a light squeeze. The two stay like that for a few more moments before getting up and holding a hand out to help Wukong up, “ We should probably get back with the snacks before everyone starts getting angry.” She says helping him up. The two grab the snack and drink containers and Wukong holds out his hand, “ Shall we, m’lady?” He asks. Y/N smiles and takes his hand as they start back toward the beach.

[ohsunnyboy]

i insist | kim taerae ˚₊‧⁺˖

when there's moments like this, it's hard not to fall in love with kim taerae all over again

TAGS: drabble, gn!reader, kissing but cute <3, full throttle fluff, cuddles galore, established relationship

A/N: taerae is the softest man i have ever seen and i will die on this hill :) as always, purely self-indulgent

WORDS: ~900

Battling against a fever for the past week doesn’t turn you – or anyone! – into the prettiest person.

In fact, you were entirely against Taerae even coming over to look after you in your horrid state: your three-blanket wrap, two ramyeon a day diet and maybe one sick retch every other hour. But whatever Taerae insists, Taerae gets. And it takes a week of constant mothering, cleaning and cooking, for someone like you to go insane under him – or rather, for him. It's actually infuriating how good Taerae is at this.

However, sometimes you want to hold him in place and demand, "who have you done this for before?!" because this type of mothering takes years of practice to perfect. Though, can you really expect anything less of your Kim Taerae.

Content to be bundled up in bed for the rest of your life – it really is a lovely life.

Sun streams through the crack in the curtains splashing your room in a dull yellow glow. The spring sun brings a chill that no one likes to admit exists. With your duvets woven around you like shields, the warmth seeps into you like a slow rambling fire. It takes a moment to blink halfway awake, to only just notice the arm slung around your waist and the feel the kisses peppering your nape.

"G'morning," you mumble into the bed. Voice all scratchy and dry, but noticeably smoother than it has been for the past week.

You can feel Taerae bury into your neck with another flurry of kisses now that you've woken up. Without a doubt shy, but eager to see you awake. “Do you feel better today?" he asks softly. His already deep voice rolls especially low and heavy in the morning wake. A tender blush climbs to your face as he hums into your neck – the steady thrum tempting you back to sleep.

"Did you fall back asleep already?" Taerae flicks the back of your head, and you kick him in the shins for revenge.

His laughter rumbles behind you, and your soft amusement follows suit. "Not when you’re such a morning menace." Smiling, you turn over to face him, tangling your legs back up with his and burying just a little more under the covers.

His blush stretches across his cheeks and to his ears – both cherry red. Taerae’s grin is abashed, and all you want to do is hold him by the face and kiss him stupid. Entwined in your sheets like this, it's a mess of limbs: his arm around your waist, your leg now hitched around his, and hands toying through hair. It's impossible to say where each other ends and the other begins.

"I feel much better," you answer. "All thanks to you and your kisses." You cup his face now, loving the way his smile stretches across it. It’s an unbearable warmth that spreads across your cheeks at seeing his wide smile and easy heart.

You could spend the day in bed doing nothing but trace his gorgeous smile, listen to the roll of his voice and tasting love on his tongue. It would feel as natural as a spring day to sleep in and do nothing – especially after the past week doing exactly that. Though, draped in this golden light, it’s hard to forget how stunning Taerae looks when he holds you. When you hold each other.

Frame by frame, second by second, you drink it in.

"… I'm glad.” He hesitates, for a second – one moment. If you were any less awake you would have never caught it.

You’re both close enough that all you have to do is tilt your head forward a bit to catch his lips. Maybe lean just a bit more to plant a kiss to each of his dimples and stretch an inch for one blessed kiss to his forehead. So close, all you can do is look to find the light tension about his eyes and little pinch to his lips.

It takes a moment to realise what the problem is.

"My breath stinks, doesn't it,” you deadpan. Entirely aware of how the little distance between you two doesn’t help and how he twists his nose is enough of an answer.

"It does,” he relents, and all you can do is whine. You two know that leaving the bed to go brush will only invite the spring chill but alas, one must make sacrifices for a relationship.

Brave and bold, you start to move to get up. The least you can do is get the day started between you two. “I’ll go brush my teeth then.” Fate accepted and doom foretold, you begin to lift your duvet.

But Taerae pulls you back down and keeps you where you were. “Nope! You stay in bed, it’s still early and cold.” He tucks your head back under his chin to silence you. The enveloping warmth traps you and wow do you not want to get up – stupidly effective. “You go back to sleep, and I’ll wake you up with breakfast later, okay?” he murmurs into your hair.

“I feel better though!”

Taerae shifts under you and presses you further into him. “And? Let me do this for you, I insist.” Then and there, you melt into him. It’s inevitable that you blush; head filled with nothing but fuzzy thoughts and mush.

Head hidden in the crook of Taerae’s neck, you can feel how his voice thrums and pulse beats along to a steady melody. Some ballad song that can have you both fully belting in the car but dreamy when going to bed. One that swings you away to sleep, bundled in warmth and kissed with joy.

thanks so much for reading!! a like and reblog would be wonderful if you enjoyed :) ⭒ masterlist

[seriesxwriting]

I have a request for rafe!!

basically reader was in a toxic relationship before rafe and still don’t know how to act bc he’s good to her?? like she asks if he’s ok with her clothes and if she can use one specifically bikini … rafe just notice theses things and ask her why she always do that and if he did something for her to feel that way and she tells him everything ( english is not my first language so I’m sorry if it’s confusing)

Omgg!! Thank you so much for this request i love your idea and i hope i can capture it in my writing how you imagined it!! (also your English is really good, don’t worry <3)

Forhead kisses

W rafe cameron

Series- outer banks

Warnings- talks about a previous toxic relationship, kissing, swearing, mentions of fighting.

Summary- request ❤️

Phone call-

Rafe-“Hey gorgeous im outside, are you ready?”

Y/n-“Um- no not really im so sorry, could you come in please i need to ask you something?”

Rafe- “Don’t apologise hun, ill be up in a second”

Y/n- “Thank you rafe- ill see you in a sec”

Rafe stopped the engine on his jeep and stepped out going towards my house, walking up the brick steps. He let himself in as my parents weren’t in and came straight up to my room where i was waiting for him.

“Morning gorgeous” he smiled pushing the door open and walking over to me. “Hey handsome” i smiled brightly feeling Rafe embrace me in his arms, he placed a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. I loved when he did that, i felt so safe. “What did you need to ask me” he wondered taking a place on my bed hugging one of my pillows, while watching over at me standing in front of the mirror.

“Can i wear this today like- like what do you think of this- is it okay?” I stuttered awkwardly, turning my body towards him. “You look amazing hun like always, you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in” rafe gave up a simple smile. He was so cute. “Really? -I really like this bikini I brought it last year but i haven’t worn it yet” “i like it, red suits you”.

“Thank you- let me grab some shorts and then we can get a move on” i smiled feeling all warm inside. Rafe did that to me. I collected my things for the beach and we left the house getting into the car. Rafe opened the car door for me, my stomach felt like butterflies were fluttering around in a frenzy anytime rafe did something like that for me. It was just so thoughtful, I wasn’t used to the princess treatment.

“I also wanted to apologise for not texting you back last night” i looked over at him sitting in the drivers seat he was concentrating hard on the roads. “You’ve already done that hun, its okay you were with family i get it” “so you wasn’t angry I didn’t text you all night?” I questioned biting my lip. “Well i missed you but of course not, you were busy your allowed to have a life” rafe moved his hand to my thigh rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Rafe” i voiced lowly after he’d finished parking up the car, he looked over at me staring into my eyes. “I love you” i placed my hand on top of his. “I love you too” he smiled across to me moving over to kiss my forehead again. There were them damn butterflies again.

Seems my parents were away with family today therefore me and rafe had planned to spend it together by going to the beach first and then out on a date when it got dark. The whole thing was Rafe’s idea I would have just suggested watching films all day in my bed. He got out the car picking up both our bags on the way. Then we made our way down to the sand. We laid our towels down leaving our stuff there and spontaneously ran into the big blue sea splashing about with each other like children.

“Oh my god Rafe! i cant believe you just soaked my hair like that” i giggled splashing him back with all my force. “You splashed me first” he laughed swimming towards me, i swam away best I could in fits of laughter but of course the boy caught me pulling me towards him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms, his neck. “Got you” he whispered pecking me on the lips. “Hm, im okay with it” i shrugged leaning in to kiss him softly.

One of his hands was fastened to my waist while the other move to my cheek. “So, where do you want to eat later?” Rafe smiled pulling away to ask his question. “We don’t have to go out if its too much hassle we can get a takeaway, your staying around anyway” “making you happy isnt a hassle y/n, besides i want to take you out”. I smiled an involuntary smile, i couldn’t help it he just made me feel so content.

“I was thinking the high cotton in Charleston, i’ll drive” “thats fancy” I smirked raising an eyebrow. “Have you been?” “no but my parents went for their anniversary, apparently its hard to get a reservation” “Not if your friends with the owner” rafe winked making me chuckle. “Sounds perfect, i cant wait” “me too, cant wait to see your outfit” Rafe wiggled his eyebrows at me.

My heart dropped. Shit what was i going to wear. It was a fancy restaurant so I couldn’t be under dressed and i had to look sensible too. I had to cover up a bit so I looked modest but i wanted to look good too. And rafe has to like the outfit obviously, he had to approve first.

“Come on, lets go get dry so we can pick up an ice cream” rafe nodded at the shore. “Only if i can choose the place” I bargained with him. “What ever you want beautiful” rafe told me shrugging.

Later on that evening-

“Y/n, hun are you alright you’ve been in there for like half an hour” rafe knocked on my walk-in wardrobe door. “Um- yeah, two seconds” i called out to my boyfriend while looking in my mirror fluffing my hair out over my shoulders. I opened the door, Rafe was standing at my dresser wearing a suit, he turned around to look at me. His eyes automatically widened.

“Can i wear this dress? Does it look okay” “sit down gorgeous” rafe nodded at the bed, my heart dropped with fear but still i did as he said. Rafe wondered over, perching next to me. “You look stunning, your perfect everything about you is” rafe told me looking into my eyes.

“Be honest, h- have i done something to make you think your not?” He asked me softly “what! No rafe- not at all you treat my like im an actual princess” i smiled weakly knowing what was coming.

“You can wear what ever you want, you know that right? You don’t have to get my permission i would never tell you that you cant- ill never be angry if you don’t text be because your busy” rafe took my hand rubbing his soft thumb across it. “Its not you rafe-its me” i looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

“Whatever’s bothering you, you can talk to me I’ll always listen to you, i love you y/n” “I want to tell you- but im so scared you’ll think im being stupid” “stupid would be the last thing id associate you with” he shook his head vigorously.

“Before you- before i even knew you i was dating this guy, he was like the complete opposite of you he was mean and selfish and he didn’t trust me and i was so blind to it all back then” i half laughed while wiping a tear away. “He would tell me I couldn’t wear things like- um the red bikini i wore today because I looked too fat or- or he’d get piss at me if other boys looked at me, or if I didn’t text him back, when he got angry he would just- degrade me”

“He called me stupid and ugly and shallow- and other awful words rafe and i still stayed with him because i was so fucking blind even though it hurt me every time. I didn’t think i was really effected after we broke up but when i got into a relationship with you i didn’t know how to act, i just became scared that I wasn’t good enough i just wanted to make sure that you were happy because I can’t lose you and I couldn’t go through that again” i ranted completely crying my eyes out now. Rafe opened his mouth but I needed to say one more thing.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think i was comparing you to him because im not I promise, i think i just have some major trauma” i laughed at the end to help myself feel better.

Out of nowhere rafe leaned in to hug me. And i just broke down even more, crying on his broadshoulder. “Im so sorry you went through that” he whispered in my ear, his hand held my head safely in his shoulder. “You don’t deserve that y/n your beautiful and your body is perfect, you light up any room you walk into and if he couldn’t see all of that in you then he didn’t deserve you” rafe told me.

My crying slowly came to a stop and i dried my eyes looking back at his face now. “You don’t need to be sorry rafe” i shook my head. “You make me feel special every day, you make me feel loved and like im enough, you make me feel happy but most of all you make me feel safe” i raised my hand to his face.

“I mean i didn’t even know what a forehead kiss was until i met you- there my favourite” i confessed laughing quietly. “Its not your fault you know that right, some people just aren’t brought up right- how someone could do that to someone as bright as you i don’t understand” he told me softly.

“Your feeling are valid and i will help you get over this because you are enough y/n. And i will never ever treat you like that, whatever happens” rafe shook his head “i love you rafe, so much” “i love you too y/n, so much” he smiled pulling me close to kiss my forehead. He knew now.

“What was his name” rafe asked me after a few seconds. “No rafe” i shook my head smirking, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “y/n what was his name” rafe asked me again seriously. “It doesn’t matter” “of course it matters he cant get away with talking to you like that, putting you through that toxicity”

“It doesn’t Because he’s my past and your my future i don’t want to remember him or anything that happened” “fine, you don’t have to tell me but if we run into him or if he sends you once little message even if he fucking likes your insta photo i will kick the shit out of him” rafe told me with closed fists and no hint of a joke. He wasn’t joking i knew he wasn’t. “Okay” i nodded rubbing his cheek trying to calm him down.

“Im so glad that weights lifted and we’ve spoken through it” “so am i hun, so am i” rafe held the hand that was on his face.

“Do you still want to go out? We can still get that take away” “no way I didn’t dress up this hot to just take it off again” i shook my head smirking standing up now. “Thats the spirit” rafe joined me standing now. “You sure your okay?” He checked once more.

“Of course i am im with you, im safe”.

[babybluebex]

For the Italy Calling Universe, what's it like for the reader and Joe to experience the downside of fame Joe was so desperate to shield them from? I ask this as if I didn't get enough angst in Pt. III 😭😭

P.S. I love this series so much, and I can't get enough! You are so talented and amazing, and I can't thank you enough for sharing this with us!

this is short and sweet (and angsty lol) hope you enjoy!

You wiped your tears as you heard the keys in the lock, and you cleared your throat, preparing yourself to talk. Joe hadn’t been home all day, a meeting and a costume fitting and an interview all making his day too busy, and you didn’t want him to be more concerned about you than he needed to. He had his own problems; he was probably hungry and exhausted, he didn’t need you weeping. 

“What’s wrong?” Joe asked instantly, letting the front door shut behind him. His eyes were focused on your face, and you furrowed your eyebrows in fake confusion. 

“What?” you asked. “Nothing’s wrong. Why do you think something’s wrong?” 

“Your eyes are all red,” Joe said quickly. “You’ve been crying.” 

“Oh,” you chuckled lightly. “I was just watching those videos of dogs getting adopted. You know how it is.”

Joe narrowed his eyes as he thought, and he set his bag down as he rounded to the sofa, sitting down next to you. “Tell me what’s going on,” he said softly, resting his hand on your thigh. “I know you, darling, I know there’s something going on.” 

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth, and you grabbed your phone and opened it again to the Twitter thread that you had been looking at. You sighed, and you gave your phone to Joe, and you mumbled, “This came up today, and I couldn’t help but look at it.” 

WHY I DON’T LIKE JOE QUINN’S GIRLFRIEND was splashed across the first tweet, and Joe frowned at it as he scrolled with his thumb. You could tell that he wasn’t really reading the posts, just seething with anger, and he finally said, “You read all of this?” 

“And other stuff too,” you mumbled, pulling your sleeves over your hands nervously. “Your fans hate me, Joey.” 

“No, they don’t,” Joe told you. “Baby, they adore you.”

“Then why are there so many posts about how they don’t like me?” you asked tearily. “They don’t like how I dress, they say I’m only with you because you’re famous— they hate me, I saw posts saying that you should break up with me.” 

“That’s just those people, though,” Joe told you. He put your phone away and put his arms around you, and he wiped your tears away with the soft pad of his thumb. “Whenever I meet a fan, they always tell me to say ‘hi’ to you. My fans love you.” 

“B-But they’re so mean!” you sobbed, shoving your head into Joe’s chest. “They-They called me ugly, and they said you deserve someone better, a-and—”

Joe rubbed your back as he shushed you. “Stop, darling, stop,” he whispered. “I don’t want someone else, I want you. If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else, okay? I love you. You’re not ugly, you’re beautiful, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen, and I love the way you dress. And how can you be with me only because I’m famous if you didn’t even know I was famous when we met? That doesn’t make any sense. I love you, darling, and I love all of the stuff that these people don’t like. If they can’t see that you make me happy, then they aren’t real fans of mine.”

You sniffled, letting your tears fall onto Joe’s soft black sweater, and you murmured, “I didn’t think it would hurt so much, but it does. I don’t want to care, but I do. How do you not care about what people say about you?” 

“I just don’t look at that sorta stuff,” Joe told you. “I can’t stress about what they’re saying if I don’t know what they’re saying. It does make my imagination run pretty wild, but Wes shows me some good stuff sometimes, and that’s soothing.”

“But I can’t not look,” you whimpered.

“Is there a way you can block those people?” Joe asked. “So you don’t have to see the negativity?”

You nodded, and you sniffled as you took your phone back into your grasp, and you blocked the offending accounts. With them out of the way, you felt a weight lift from your shoulders, and you whined as you buried your cheek into Joe’s chest even further. “M’sorry,” you said. “I’m sure you’re tired, you don’t need me crying all over you.” 

“I don’t care,” Joe said. “If my best girl is upset, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it better.”

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[icemankazansky]

icemav again but with somesort of lifeguard au?

Thanks for playing!

I'd say I'm sorry for this, but I'm not. It's also waaaaaaaay more than three sentences. (We all knew I could not stick to that rule.)

Over drinks and dessert, Bradley’s girlfriend, Phoenix, asks how they met.

Ice teases the edge of his tiramisu with the tines of his fork.  “I was on the swim team in high school—”

“You captained the swim team in high school,” Maverick counters between bites of Ice’s dessert.

“—and we all made money for tournaments and stuff lifeguarding the pool during gym classes or free use or whatever.”

“You were very cute with your red shorts and whistle,” Maverick adds.  “I transferred to Ice’s school at the beginning of the year, like the calendar year—”

“Spring semester,” Ice says.

“Yeah, spring semester.  So I was brand new in the middle of the school year.  I didn’t know anyone, but I saw Ice at the pool.  When he was lifeguarding, yeah, but then I started coming in early and watch him swim laps before school.”

“That’s very normal and non-stalkery behavior of you, Pops,” Bradley says.

Ice cuts in before Maverick can take the bait.  “I was really busy.  I was taking a full load of AP classes, and I had a bunch of extracurriculars—”

“I don’t blame you at all for not noticing me,” Maverick says.  “It probably would have helped if I had, you know, spoken to you.”

“But you didn’t,” Ice says.  “You had a different … plan.”

“Look,” Maverick says seriously, gesturing dramatically with his spoon.  “You were beautiful and gorgeous and perfect and so fucking smart—like scary smart—and I wanted to know you and date you and kiss you and—”

“We may be getting slightly off-topic,” Bradley says.

“Right,” Maverick says.  “So, I needed him to notice me in a way that didn’t involve me putting my foot in my mouth in front of a large audience.  So I came up with a plan.  A great plan!”

“Was it?” Ice asks, arching an eyebrow.

“A great plan,” Maverick repeats.

“So one day, I’m lifeguarding,” Ice says.  “And I notice someone in trouble.  Splashing around like this is the first time they’ve ever been in the water.  I get up, go to check, and then they go under, and there’s no more movement.  So I blow my whistle and tell people to move, and I jump in and pull this poor guy up onto solid ground.  He’s limp.  Not moving.  Eyes closed.  I get him laid out on his back, check his vitals.  He’s got a pulse, but his chest isn’t moving.  No breathing.  So I designate someone to call 911, and I start mouth-to-mouth.  Airway is clear.  I pinch his nose, tilt back his head, seal my mouth over his.  I give two breaths, and his chest inflates and deflates like it’s supposed to.  I check the pulse again, and it’s fine.  But he’s still not breathing on his own.  So I presss my mouth to his to give him two more breaths, and he grabs my ass and sticks his tongue in my mouth.”

Phoenix chokes on her drink.  Bradley starts laughing in big, braying guffaws; he’s heard this story many times before, and was holding in his laughter until the punchline, and it all comes out at once.

“What?!” Phoenix asks weakly once she’s composed herself.

“I told you, I had a plan,” Maverick says.

“You drowned yourself …?” Phoenix asks.  “On purpose?”

“Of course not!” Maverick says.  He waggles his eyebrows at Ice.  “Not that you’re not worth it …”

“He held his breath,” Ice says.  “Once I figured out what was going on, I did something I’m not entirely proud of, but it was instinctual.”

Phoenix looks at him.  “So you …?”

“I punched him in the face.”

Bradley is giggling now.  Phoenix’s jaw is on the floor.  “And so you married him …?”

“And so I got sentenced to two full weeks of afterschool detention,” Ice says.  “Only I had extracurriculars after school three days a week, so I ended up having two days of detention a week for almost a month.”

“And you married him,” Phoenix deadpans.

Ice smiles.  “Maverick felt bad that he’d gotten me in so much trouble, so he came and spent every single detention with me.  At first, he was really withdrawn, apologetic and embarrassed, but I didn’t tell him to fuck off, so he kept coming.  Soon he decided it was his job to cheer me up, so he’d talk to me, tell me jokes, clown around.  He was funny and sweet.  And cute.  It didn’t take me very long to stop being mad at him.  I started actually looking forward to detention, because I got to spend two hours with Maverick in the back of the classroom with our 600-year-old history teacher asleep at the front of the room, and it kind of felt like just the two of us.  I waited until detention was over, and then I asked him to go on a date with me.  He agreed, and we had a great time, and that night I kissed him properly for the first time, and things just kind of … kept growing from there.”

Maverick takes his hand, running the pad of his thumb across the simple gold band he slid onto Ice’s finger the day Ice agreed to love him, always.  To belong to him, always.  To go where he goes, always.

“Thirty-six years and counting,” Maverick says, and looks at his husband like he’s the only thing in the world.  Ice looks back, beaming, weaving their fingers together.

“You’re insane,” Phoenix says, dumbfounded.  “Possibly literally.”

“They’re in love,” Bradley says.  “And if we sneak out while they’re still gazing into each other’s eyes, they’ll pay our check.  Don’t worry; we have plenty of time.  Finish your dessert.”

[blue-disco-lights]

julia, my dear, i know you didn't reblog the trope mashup, but you said you wanted to play on discord, so,

how about 8 + 13? 🤗💚

Thank you Nosho for nudging me into waters I've never waded into before. Here we go... #8 Hitman + #13 Mermaid AU 🧜‍♂️

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This was it, this was the last time he was doing this shit. He was so sick, of being Terry’s errand boy, for putting his life, his future on the line. And for what?  

This was the last one.

He pulled up to the marina parking lot, killed the engine, and looked out at the harbor. A gorgeous day as ever for a hit. His target was the Emerald Star, an enormous luxury yacht floating in the sparkling blue water of the bay. He could almost sit back and enjoy the view, the sun glimmering off the pristine white boat. But he had a job to do.  

The place was crawling with uniformed and plain clothes security. He packed up his revolver and silencer in his briefcase, straightened his tie, adjusted his phony security badge, and made his way to the dock.

Just as he was about to climb up the ramp, he saw a flicker and splash in the water right off the starboard side. They got big ass fish out here, he thought. The splash turned into bigger waves disrupting the calm glassy surface of the water, and he swore he saw a flash of red and aquamarine swim away. Sun's starting to fuck with me.

Once on the yacht, he made his way through the party, desperate to get his hands on a glass of champagne or several shots of Belvedere. He had a job to do first though. He’d get this done, collect his share, and close the chapter on this miserable existence. Start his life for real. 

He spotted his target out on the deck. He grasped the suitcase handle tight, teeth grinding. He felt a headache coming on, the sun was beaming right into his eyes.

Another big splash off the side of the deck caught his attention. He looked over, and his heart jumped - now he knew the sun was fucking with him because out of the water emerged a beautiful creature. A man. With porcelain skin, crimson hair. He watched mesmerized as the man swam effortlessly closer. He knew he was going nuts now, because the man flicked ocean water right at him, with a glimmering sapphire tail. 

The beautiful man peeked his head up again out of the water, stared straight at him with emerald eyes, and mouthed one word: “Jump.”

And he did.

[hecate-steps-on-me]

Snapshots of the Seresins

This fic was originally supposed to be for the tgm love is in the air but then I got ridiculously busy and had a baby so here it finally is. Thank you so so much to @cherrycola27 and @roosterforme for reading this and giving their feedback. It is very appreciated!!

Warnings: none but it’s very angsty and my first time writing a fic which should be a warning in itself

snapshots of the important moments in the Seresins lives

July 7, 2019

  Jacob Seresin was not interested in relationships and he especially was not interested in love. He swore he was going to die single and he was perfectly okay with that. It was a typical night out for him. Shoot whiskey, throw darts, and kick Rooster's ass at pool. While their mission had improved their friendship, it had not improved Rooster's pool game.

  He was walking up to the bar to buy another round for the Dagger Squad. He got his drinks from Penny, turned around, and spilled every single one of them on the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his life. "Shit! I'm so sorry ma'am. Let me grab some napkins," he said, hoping he didn't piss you off too bad. When he turned to grab the napkins, he tilted the tray, effectively spilling everything left in the glasses all over your already beer-stained tank top. You gave him a smile that didn't even seem forced even though you smelled like a brewery, and just laughed it off. You had a loud laugh that sounded so genuinely happy. He wanted to hear it every day. "How about I grab my extra shirt from my car and you can take me out next Friday to make up for it?" He was dumbfounded. Not only were you gorgeous, but you were also covered in his beer and still wanted to go out with him next Friday.

October 28, 2019

Jake had screwed up royally. You had been dating for about three months now. You were perfect. You were beautiful, smarter than anyone he knew, could cook like nobody's business, and you made him feel wanted. With you, he never felt like you were just in it for the sex. You wanted all of him, and that scared him to death. Maybe that was why he'd said it. It was drunk rambling really, but you'd overheard him. He remembered it like it was burned into his mind. You walking into the Hard Deck in a yellow sundress that complimented your skin perfectly, you walking up behind him just in time for you to hear him tell Javy how it wasn't serious between the two of you and how it was just a friend with benefits situation that he'd let go on too long, he felt the drink splash on him from behind, and before he could say anything at all to try and fix the mess he'd made, you were storming out of the bar holding back tears. 

  When Javy pulled up in the driveway to Jake's apartment with a very drunk Jake in tow, they were just in time to see you throwing everything you could grab into a duffel bag. Tears were streaming down your face, black from the mascara you had so carefully applied just an hour ago. He started to speak. "Don't Jake. Just don't. You've already said enough for one night." You tried to lace it with venom you didn't feel. "Baby, please. Yell at me, scream as loud as you can, don't talk to me for the rest of both of our lives, but please baby. Do not walk out that door." You looked at him and with all the hurt you had you told him you never cared if you saw him again.

January 15, 2020

The next three months were hell for both of you. Especially Jake. He flew like he didn't care if he came back and everybody on the Dagger Squad was worried about him. Natasha and Bob had tried to get through to him to no avail. Javy had taken him home more times than he could count. When Rooster heard that Maverick had grounded him, he showed up at Jake's apartment. He was greeted by a red-eyed Jake and a, "What the hell do you want?" Rooster walked in and told him to sit down. They never told anybody exactly what was said in the next hour, but it was enough to make Jake show up at your door the next day. 

  He was surprised when you answered and even more surprised that you let him in. "What are you here for Jake?" He sighed and heart in hand he began to explain. "I know you heard what I said and I know that saying I was drunk doesn't make it any better. I got the smartest, sexiest, most amazing woman to fall for me and it scared me. Knowing you could leave at any time when you realized that I wasn't good enough for you, being too drunk, and being scared to death I said a lot of things that weren't true and that I didn't mean. You don't owe me anything and you probably shouldn't forgive me, but I'm asking you to. If you can't or won't, I'll understand. I'll walk out and you can move on." 

  You let out a long breath. You were still mad and you were still hurt, and his apologizing didn't make any of that go away but it did help. "Jake, I've missed you. Just because you're an idiot doesn't mean I don't love you. It's not fine just yet. There's still a lot of fixing that needs to be done, but you're worth it." He wrapped you up in his arms and you let him.

 August 17, 2022

"Do you, Jake Seresin, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" With a smile bigger than the state of Texas, and eyes full of love, he whispered only to you, "I do." With that, the justice of the peace pronounced you husband and wife, and out the courthouse steps you walked. 

  Later that night, crowded into the Hard Deck, Rooster raised his glass. "It's been a long road for these two, but they've made it. Congratulations you two and good luck to your wife Jake!" You laughed as Jake rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to your lips. A cheer went up around the bar and some old country song started playing. "Dance with me Mrs. Seresin?" You smiled up at him. "Of course. As long as you don't spill your beer on me." Jake just laughed and pulled you out of your seat. As you spun around to the music, you were so happy, so in love, and so ready for this to be the rest of your life.

August 17, 2026

Javy and Rooster knew they would never get this terrible sound out of their minds for the rest of their lives. The wail that didn't sound human was still pouring out of your mouth as they held you up. As soon as you'd heard the words you just started screaming. It was a terrible, awful sound that didn't seem like it would ever stop. The men just held you, tears falling from both of their faces.

   "We regret to inform you that Lieutenant Commander Seresin has been killed in action." At the funeral, it was dark and pouring rain. Even the sky seemed to be crying for the love you'd lost. As they handed you the flag, you heard the shots ring out around you. With a blank face and a shattered heart, you let Rooster escort you back to the car.

 July 7, 2027 

Over the next few months, they watched you wither away. You'd lost at least twenty pounds and the bags under your eyes were big enough to carry groceries. You had quit your job and nobody in the Dagger Squad had seen you leave the house in weeks.

   The official cause of death was broken heart syndrome. You had grieved yourself to death. Javy felt a sick sense of déjà vu as he once again walked into the graveyard on a dark and rainy day. As they laid you into the ground next to Jake, they handed another folded flag off. This time to your sobbing mother. Once again, shots rang out around him. The Dagger Squad turned and walked away. Nobody had anything to say. Once again, they piled into the Hard Deck and Rooster raised his glass just like he had five years ago. "To Jake and Y/N Seresin. United once again."

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

What if I said that one swim coach Jasmine/babysitter Daya ask from a while ago piqued my interest 👉👈🥺

anon i'm right there with you and you know i love me some jasya so here we go!

"Alright Clara, we're here to swim and that means we have to get in the water okay?" Daya said, holding the toddler in her arms. The girl looked up at her, nodding but seeming distracted as she played with her toy.

"Then after ice cream?"

"If you get in the water, we'll get ice cream and you can tell Mom's all about you swimming." She nodded, finding a spot for their stuff before a woman in a red swim instructor suit came over to them.

"Hi, is this Clara?" She asked. Holy shit. Daya looked up and her eyes widened. The woman was beautiful to say the very least, drop dead gorgeous if you wanted to expand on the topic. Her smile was bright and her light blonde hair looked like silk with the sun.

"Y-yeah this is." Daya nodded, clearing her throat as she stood up. "I'm Daya."

"Nice to meet you, Daya." She smiled. "I'm Jasmine, I'll be Clara's instructor." Jasmine knelt down, looking at the toddler. She looked up at her teacher, giggling a little.

"You pretty."

"Thank you." She smiled. "Has she done swim lessons before?"

"She has but I wouldn't say they've been successful." Daya helped Clara get her shoes off. "She takes forever just to get in the water and her listening isn't the greatest."

"That's alright. I've worked with lots of kids like her. She'll be in the water in no time." Jasmine looked at her confidently then to Clara. "Come on, I'll show you all the toys we have today." She held her hand out to the girl, waiting for her to take it.

Clara took her hand, already talking on about something not related to swimming as her and Jasmine sat on the edge of the pool. Daya sat down, watching them carefully. "We'll see how good she actually is." She mumbled, opening up her sketchbook and doodling.

Every so often she'd lift her head and see Clara actually listening to Jasmine, kicking and following her directions while talking on and on about whatever a 4 year old loved to talk about. She caught a few glances at Jasmine, staring a moment at her as she helped Clara float and carried her through the water. She was a natural, of course she was she's a swim teacher.

After an hour of unsuccessful doodling and mostly staring, Jasmine came out of the water with Clara, both of their head wet and the girl running over to Daya.

"Sissy! I went down the big slide with Jasmine! Did you see my splash?"

"I did." She laughed, wrapping the towel around her and picking her up. "You did awesome, huh Claire bear?"

"She really did." Jasmine smiled, getting some water out of her hair as she smiled. "She's a great student and she told me all about her big sister."

"An how you like pretty girls." Clara giggled, making Daya flush in front of Jasmine.

"I'm sorry about that. We're trying to work on her filter."

"Oh you're alright. I've heard a lot from kids." Jasmine chuckled, smiling at Daya and staring at her for a little. "So we'll meet same time next week for her second lesson. You'll be dropping her off?"

"Yeah." She nodded. "I'll be taking her to her lessons for the rest of this session. We'll get to know each other really well, Jasmine." She smiled and Jasmine smiled back.

"I have another lesson but I'm looking forward to next week already. Have a good day. Bye Clara, bye Daya."

"Bye pretty Jasmine!" Clara waved, giggling as her sister blushed even more. "Why does your face get red, sissy?"

"Uh because of the sun. Come on, you need to change. Let's go stinky." She tickled her sister and she squealed. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Jasmine with a towel around her waist before looking at Daya. She stopped and smiled, waving to them both before talking with her coworkers again. It made Daya's chest tighten a little and smiled. She definitely couldn't wait for next week.

[mistresslrigtar]

Chapter Nineteen: Secret (written of @zelinktines24 day 19 prompt)

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Star’s escape and Tulin’s sudden arrival curtail any further discussion regarding the secret stones for the immediate future. Zelda still isn’t sure what she’ll say to Link, and is happy for the reprieve, especially when a knock on the door, reveals Riju standing on the other side. Beyond them, Riju’s entourage is already erecting a large, colorful tent that will be their quarters while they are in Akkala. Her guard, Buliara stands by the front stoop, spear in hand observing the operation and barking commands when the workers aren’t doing something to her satisfaction.

Riju throws herself at Zelda, her anklets and bracelets jingling pleasantly when she pulls Zelda in for a firm hug. “It’s so good to see you! Thank you for inviting us.”

Zelda doesn’t bother to correct her that it was Link’s initial idea, and smiles warmly at her friend when they part. “Of course. Please, come in. You must be tired from traveling. I’ll brew us some tea.”

Riju makes herself at home on a cushion by the table and gazes out the panoramic windows. “I’ve never been this far from Gerudo before. It’s so different out here — it feels wild and uninhabited.”

Aside from the garrison that had been stationed at the Citadel, there weren’t very many people in the past who made the region their home. Zelda has noted that the trend seems to be changing as travelers visiting Tarrey Town discover the beautiful, lush green countryside.

“It’s a hidden gem.” Zelda sets the kettle over the cooking fire, and rifles in the cupboard for the tea tin and her delicate porcelain cherry blossom tea set she reserves for special occasions.

“Indeed.” Riju turns away from the windows to watch Zelda work. “Where’s Link?”

“Oh, Tulin arrived yesterday, so Link took him out to show him the surrounding area and hunt. I imagine they’ll be back shortly.” Setting the tea set on a tray, Zelda sprinkles tea into the pot before removing the kettle from the heat and adding water. She carries it to the table and sits down before serving the tea.

Riju accepts the cup Zelda offers and plops several sugar cubes from the bowl in until Zelda is certain the sugar to tea ratio has dipped strongly in favor of the sweetener. Stirring it with a spoon, Riju takes a sip, lightly smacking her lips and declaring it delicious, before folding her arms on the table and leaning toward Zelda. “I’ve got a secret!”

“Oh, what’s that?” Riju’s excitement is infectious and Zelda smiles as she pours a splash of milk in her tea, forgoing any sugar.

Red lips curving into a big smile, Riju’s eyes brighten. “I’ve found my true love. Of course, Buliara doesn’t approve,”—Riju rolls her eyes—“but I don’t care what she thinks. My love’s name is Alaura, and she’s intelligent, strong and gorgeous. I don’t know how I ever managed before without her.”

True love. The words tumble over in Zelda’s mind. Riju makes it sound so simple and easy to be with the person she loves. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

Eyes brightening, Riju’s smile widens. “She’s helping set up camp, but I’ll introduce you and Link to her later. Speaking of, how are you two doing?”

“We’re all right…” Her eyes flick to Riju’s earring and sees her amber stone sparkling innocuously in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Link said he wanted to speak to their friends about the stones, so… “Link has asked me to consider destroying the secret stones. He’s afraid of them falling into the wrong hands again.”

“Hmmm.” Riju sets down her cup, and rests her chin on a closed fist, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “That is a troubling possibility, but you seem to disagree with him.”

“I am hesitant to take such a drastic action,” Zelda agrees, glad she decided to bring up the subject with Riju, and garner a third, perhaps more unbiased opinion. “Don’t you need it to utilize your gift fully?”

“No.” Riju reaches a hand to lightly finger the stone dangling from her ear. “Link is the one who helped hone and harness my gift. The stone merely allowed him to call upon my power when he was searching for you, and I wasn’t able to physically be by his side.”

Riju leans back on her cushion, her eyes thoughtful as she studies Zelda. “If it’s validation you’re looking for to help make the final decision, I agree that the risks outweigh any further benefit they offer. We didn’t need them before, and in the end, they aren’t what helped us defeat Ganondorf and his forces. It was teamwork, and that we have in spades, no?”

Zelda nods, realizing what Riju is saying is what Link had been trying to articulate yesterday. “When he suggested it, I shut down. I keep hoping I’ll sense Rauru or Sonia through the stone.”

Frowning, Riju’s brows pull together. “We’re in the land of the living, Zelda. The ghosts of the sages, Rauru and Sonia have done what was needed and hopefully, have found peace in the spirit realm.”

Riju’s words make Zelda pause, the rim of the cup at her lips, warm steam misting the skin beneath her nose. Her heart clenches in her chest, recalling the hurt look in Link’s eyes when she’d said she would have to think about it. Her consummate love for Link had initially unlocked her power, and now she realizes it was her filial love for Rauru and Sonia that had helped her hone it, not the stone. Love has always been at the core of her power. How could Zelda have forgotten that?

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Candy Coated [Chapter Four] Ghostland [Buddha]

A/n: I want to dedicate this chapter to Somanoko from AO3. The gorgeous art below was created by them, and as thanks, I'd be honored to display and credit their art. It was exciting to see the reader through their eyes. Thank you so much, hun.

I can't wait to display the others.

Warning(s): mentions of death and ghosts, comfort, minor panic attacks, large crowds and, religious lore, female reader.

Tag list: @useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet

No Minors Allowed!!

For a creepy and remote village that lies abandoned in the mountains, you find comfort in the silence it brings. 

For hours, once the sun had risen, you explored the surrounding area, checking the nearby houses and enjoying the comfort of your own company. Thanks to Buddha. 

"You don't have to stay in the temple," he had mentioned. "Go out and do as you like. There's more to the God Realm than this."

You had appreciated his offer, but sticking close to the temple was the safest route, considering you are unfamiliar with the realm. You don't mind starting small.

Sitting near a bubbling river on the outskirts of the village, you stare into the distance. It's peaceful here. No wonder the carefree God often frequents it. 

At some point, you notice Jataka approaching the village; he must have been exploring himself, as he often does. You wave at him, once he too notices you, not minding as he joins you for a moment. 

"Morning," he states with a smile. "I didn't expect to see you out."

"Me either," you utter in honesty. 

But you are glad you did. It's a beautiful day, despite the sharp wind that oddly doesn't bother you. Sinking your fingers into the water in curiosity, you squeak in shock; it's so cold. 

"It's strange," you utter. "Some things I can feel, like the water, and some things I can't. I'm aware that this village is at the base of the Himalayas, but I can't feel the bitter chill of the wind." 

Jataka softly smiles. 

"Being dead takes some time to adjust to, but it isn't awful. There is no sickness here."

You hum and turn your eyes to him in curiosity. It sounds like he knows a thing or two about sickness, however, you consider it rude to ask, so you ignore the temptation, facing the water again. 

"I reckon it isn't all bad here."

Though I wonder how Buddha stays entertained. 

Being from the 21st century you admit you are a bit spoiled when it comes to technology. You can't fathom what his time had been like. What sort of things did he enjoy doing? 

An embarrassed heat spreads to your face as you imagine Buddha riding horses or wandering the marketplace; whatever he did in his time. 

This tether is becoming a problem. 

Reaching into the cold water, you cup your hands into a makeshift bowl, splashing your heated face with it; a shiver runs down your spine in response.

"I think I'm ready to return to the temple," you utter.

Jataka smiles.

"I'll escort you."

You are grateful. 

Once in the quiet stone corridors of the ancient temple, you follow Jataka to the main hall with the notion to say your thanks to Buddha for giving you the push to explore, but when you see him, you are mesmerized. He isn't dressed in his usual attire; wearing a black tank beneath a diamond-patterned see-through long coat. It's flattering on him.

"What are you wearing?" You ask. 

"Clothes from your period," Buddha answers. He turns completely around, then grins. "What do you think? Do I blend in?"

Your face turns red as you examine him.

"For a tourist, I suppose."

The small crossbody bag he's wearing screams that he's a tourist. But he does blend in. The crown he usually wears in his hair is replaced with a thick ribbon decorated in a Paisley pattern. 

"You don't like it?" Buddha asks with a thin brow raised.

"Um… I mean you look good, but what are you trying to blend in for?" You ask. 

Your face heats up in embarrassment as he grins. 

"Wait and see."

"Are you going to the Human Realm?" Jataka asks, speaking up for the first time since entering the main hall. 

Buddha puffs out his cheeks in annoyance, but you ignore him, turning your eyes to Jataka in curiosity. 

"T-the Human Realm? Like where I'm from?"

"Yes. Saṃsāra, the Wheel of Existence depicts that there are 6 realms, one of which is the Human Realm, though it's most commonly known as Midgard here," Jataka explains. 

You remember Brunhilde mentioning this to you. It's a bit confusing but considering the various pantheons it makes sense; the terms commonly used are Norse in origin.

"And you are going there?" You ask Buddha. 

"We are," he points out. 

Is he serious? You can't go back to Earth. 

"Is that possible though, Siddhartha?" Jataka asks. "Souls can't return to the Human Realm once they've passed on to the afterlife."

"No idea," Buddha mentions. He turns his eyes to you and winks. "But we're gonna find out."

This sounds like a terrible idea. You look to Jataka for advice, but he seems eager to see if it will work or not. 

"This isn't going to hurt me, or something, is it?" You ask. 

Buddha saunters toward you and rests a hand on your shoulder. 

"You trust me, don't you?"

Staring into his gorgeous blue eyes, you nod, almost mesmerized. The lily pattern you swore you had seen yesterday appears and before you understand what is happening, 6 scrolls unfold, swirling around both of you. When they vanish, you realize in shock that you are no longer in the temple or the village for that matter but in the bustling city. 

The unnerving sound of traffic permeates your ears, nearly sending you into a panic, if not for the comforting hand on your shoulder anchoring you down. It's too much too soon; a sensory overload that brings tears to your eyes.

"Breathe," Buddha orders. 

You take in the scent of car emissions, rain, and asphalt, curling your nose in disgust, but despite the strange scent, it helps. 

"I'm not sure if this is better or worse than the way the Valkyries transport," you utter. 

Buddha snorts. 

"I knew you'd be able to handle it, and I was right, since you are tethered to me, you can move across the realms."

That's an interesting fact, you reckon. 

"And what if I couldn't?"

"I never would have tried it, if I knew you were in danger," Buddha answers. 

Your face turns red in response. At least he is considerate. You take an uneasy breath, glancing around at the busy street beyond the alley that Buddha had transported you to. The mass of people walking around, women for instance, are wearing leggings and clothes that seem to be based on trends, giving you the impression that you are somewhere in America.

"What are we doing here?" You ask.

"Looking, primarily," Buddha answers.

You raise a brow. Did he bring you to the Human Realm to sightsee? You snort. 

"Is this something you do when you're bored?"

"The God Realm isn't as great as you might have been told," Buddha states. "There's no incentive to reach higher. But the Human Realm is ever-changing and ever-growing despite its darkness. Gods aren't meant to intervene here, but that doesn't mean they don't descend from their realms to take a look."

You aren't sure how to respond. It's strange to consider that the Gods sightsee on Earth when they have nothing to do, blending in like tourists. 

"Have you been here before?"

Buddha grins.

"A few times. Bu-chan told me about this market that sells the largest variety of candy around the world."

Of course, she did.

From the alley, you follow him down the sidewalk, dodging people as they walk by. None of them even bat an eye in your direction as you struggle to match the stride of the God who seems to have no trouble navigating the crowd of people. It's when one of them passes through you in a rush, do you freeze up. 

There's no pain, only an uncomfortable tickle that creeps down your spine like ice as it spreads. You grip your arms, shivering as people rudely walk through you. Do they not see you? 

The cord around your ankles tightens drawing your attention to Buddha as he glances over at you in worry. He isn't too far away. You take an uneasy breath, quickly closing the gap. 

Once you're at his side again, you grasp the sleeve of his long coat, burying your face against him; the sweet scent of candy permeates your nose, calming you. A gentle hand on your head urges you to raise your head and glance at him; you don't care what rude comments the people make as they have to walk around the God.

"You OK?" Buddha asks. 

"I feel like freaking Casper the Ghost," you utter.

He raises a thin brow, not understanding the reference. Easing your hand from his coat, Buddha leans down, earning complaints from the mass of people who are held up by him. 

"Get on, I'll carry you."

Your face heats up in embarrassment. 

"You don't have to–"

"Shaddap! I want to," he interrupts. 

With an uneasy breath, you wrap your arms around his sturdy shoulders, allowing him to support your weight. Buddha stands and continues to walk down the sidewalk getting strange and confused looks from the passing humans. At least they are giving him a wide berth. 

"That was unexpected," you utter. 

"You're a soul now; it makes sense that humans can't see or interact with you," Buddha mentions. His body shakes as he laughs. "It was funny to see them pass through you though."

You glare at him. 

"If the shoe were on the other foot perhaps."

He's right though. You should have considered this. The living tell stories about ghosts all the time; phantom images and shadows from the corners of their eyes. 

"Don't the Valkyries guide all souls to the afterlife?" You ask in curiosity. 

"The ones they can, I suppose. Thousands die every day and Bu-chan can't get to them all. Some tend to wonder," Buddha answers. "If you look closely, you may even see some."

A chill runs down your spine. Even as a soul this is a frightening thought. 

You keep your eyes low and your head down until Buddha leads you inside a massive candy shop with items in bulk; there are even brands you've never heard of before. It's impressive. 

The God browses the inventory with childlike glee, almost as if he's never been inside the shop before. It tickles you to imagine what his first impression might have been. For a while, you both point out various snacks to one another; a brand of jelly beans catches your interest, one with disgusting flavors that stirs your curiosity.

"I wasn't aware you could take material things into the afterlife," you mention.

"You can't," Buddha points out.

You raise a brow in curiosity. 

"How do you get your candy… Or your modern clothes?"

"The afterlife is full of talented souls; tailors and confectioners. They sometimes give tributes to the Gods but if you have a favor to ask, feel free to do so," he answers. 

You will consider it. You imagine it will be fun to show Buddha some of the crazier candies from your period. 

The rest of the day is spent wandering the city, seeing the sights, and resting in the park. By the time you return to the God Realm, you are at peace; a weight feels like it has been lifted from your shoulders. You honestly needed this, despite the scare you first got. 

Stretching your tired legs, you excuse yourself for a moment to return to your temporary room. As descriptive as possible, you write down the basics for the jelly beans; flavors, and such, then you return to the main hall where Buddha is resting in his chair; the stick of a lollipop rests between his lips. 

"I know it's soon, but I thought of a favor… Or rather a thank you gift I want to have made for you. I'm not sure it can be done, but it's worth a shot," you explain as you hand him the list. "It might be best to find a confectioner from my period to make them."

Buddha raises a brow and unfolds the note, but you stop him. 

"It's a surprise, you can't look."

His eyes brighten to a lapis hue as he refolds the note and glances at you.

"A surprise, huh?"

You nod. 

"It's gonna be great."

A bit odd, but fun, you opt not to mention. At least you hope. An air of eagerness washes over you, making your heart pound faster. You aren't certain if you are more eager to receive the gift or see Buddha's reaction. 

A loud yawn from the said God tears you from your thoughts.

"I think I'll rest for a bit," he mentions. "Care to join me?"

Your face turns red, inciting a laugh from Buddha. 

"I know where there's a massive bodhi tree we can rest under."

For a moment you thought he was asking you to share a bed with him. 

"Um… I could use a nap," you utter. 

Even if you don't fall asleep, the idea of being close to the adolescent God comforts you. 

Buddha stands and rests his hand on your shoulder. For the 3rd time today, the scrolls appear around you both. When they vanish, you notice that they have transported you to a hillside overlooking a familiar structure. 

"This is the Valhalla Arena," you utter.

You weren't aware this was outside the domain; its decorative stone walls were recognizable only because they were the same outside as they were inside. 

Turning your eyes to Buddha, you snort as you see him resting on his side at the base of the bodhi tree; its massive vines circled him like a makeshift nest. 

You sit outside the vines, lying on your back and staring up at the afternoon sky. 

"I can get used to this," you utter. 

Buddha snorts.

Watching a cumulus cloud shaped like a rabbit drift by, you take an uneasy breath. 

"I think I've settled on a name."

You turn onto your stomach, glancing at him. His brow arches in curiosity. 

"Shaka."

A grin pulls at his lips. 

"You know about my past?"

"Only what Wikipedia knows," you admit. You snort as a look of confusion crosses his handsome features. "There is a lot about you the internet doesn't know. And… I want to learn if you want to share."

Buddha grins.

"If that's what you want."

"It is," you utter. 

A warm comforting sensation consumes you and for the first time since meeting Buddha, you don't feel the need to question the tether. At least not right now. 

[artemisrogers]

Can you do James x Kirk smut? 😘

Of course. I thought of the cutest idea for this. This takes place Hardwired to Self-Destruct era

Happy Birthday Surprise James Hetfield x Kirk Hammett (rough foreplay, dressing room sex, edging and body worship)

It's Kirk Hammett's birthday and James and Kirk have been together for 2 years now. So why not surprise your boyfriend with semi public sex in your dressing room?

I played out the last cords of Atlas Rise and the crowd went wild. I smiled loving how the crowd responded to us and shot a look at James, my heart racing a little. We've been dating for about two years now but I still have fluttering in my chest every now and then. Of course James had the fans sing happy birthday to me.

We headed backstage and I handed my guitar to my guitar tech, thanking them as always. I headed to the dressing room James and I shared and splashed some water on my face to cool me down. James came in his boots clunking on the floor, and wrapped his strong arms around my waist.

"Happy birthday baby."

"Thanks James." I said a smile on my face.

James went to go and changed into his casual clothing. I couldn't help but stare when he took off his black shirt and put on his Motorhead shirt and changed from his black jeans to his blue ripped jeans with his famous bullet belt. I knew I should change as I grabbed my white tank top but I felt James pull me flush against him. My heart fluttered again.

"You know I wanted to wait until we got home to give you your gift...but I can't wait Kirky." James said and I knew by the nickname he calls me when he's in the mood he was horny. Very horny.

I gasped when he bit down hard on my neck marking me. James growled in my ear as he pinned me to the wall. I couldn't help but moan as he kissed me like a starved man. I wrapped my arms around his waist and automatically submitted into him.

"Good boy submitting to Papa Het like the dirty submissive you are." James teased me as he pulled gently on my bottom lip.

I felt him grip my throat and squeezed enough to let me know who was in charge. My cock throbbing in my jeans got harder by the minute. James chuckled as he unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans down. My red boxers showed just how much I needed him in that moment. A wet spot where precum started leaking in the front of them.

"J-James please."

"Not yet baby, not until I finish worshiping this gorgeous body of yours." James said letting go of my throat.

"Strip for me and go sit on the couch."

"Y-yes sir." I said obeying his every order.

I watched as he stripped down as well his tattooed body on full display for making me weak in my knees. I needed him so badly but I knew the ball was in his court. James walked to me and got onto his knees tracing his calloused finger across my smooth skin. I couldn't keep all my moans and whimpers in, especially when he left kisses or hickeys on my body.

"such a beautiful man. Nice little nipples on your chest."

Sucks on one of my nipples I dug my nails into his shoulders.

"Pretty tattoo."

Licked my tattoo and left a hickey on my lower stomach. I felt my balls get heavy and I knew I was close.

"James fuck Papa Het I'm so close!"

"Don't you dare cum yet." James said as he slowly stroked his own cock spreading the precum on his head.

I watched as he straddled me and sunk down onto my shaft. Fuck he was tight! I thrust my hips up to help him ride me. I nuzzled my face into his chest our breathing rough and labored. I wasn't going to be able to hold back much longer. Tears started to weld in my eyes threatening to spill.

"Shit I'm close! Oh ffuucckk!" James said as he shot his load onto my stomach and chest as well as his own. Of course that triggered my own orgasm and I shot my load inside of him. Both of us panting as he slowly pulled off cum leaking from his hole. I watched my soften cock leak some cum down the shaft as I looked back at James.

"You made my birthday ten times better Papa Het."

James chuckles as he kissed me deeply again and got dressed.

"I know I did. Now get dressed and let's get you home."

[scarletwritesshit]

Kaveh x Reader ✦ Oh my God! Roommates! ✦ V: Zaytun

Kaveh looked like he was attempting to hide his face. Sort of. His head was turned to the side, but his gorgeous ruby red eyes were still fixated on you. Clearly, he was flustered for some reason resulting of either his outburst or your reaction to his sudden defense.

It was simply basic kindness that you were showing to him, wasn’t it?

…Wasn’t it?

It wasn’t, and it was about time you take his advice of understanding human emotions truly to heart. Thanks to Kaveh’s little tantrum from earlier, it had finally sunken in that you had been focused so much on your studies as of late that it was almost like you were neglecting Alhaitham and Kaveh for who they were as individuals. Too much time in the books, and not enough time in conversation.

Take a minute to consider your own emotions. You've been awfully tolerant of Kaveh’s antics, haven’t you? Despite Alhaitham being the one holding your future in the fists of his hard-earned approval, your primary focus outside of your studies has been Kaveh. Ever since you spent your first night with him, you would lay in his bed, admiring how he diligently inked away at his next greatest architectural masterpiece. The tiniest details of this man captivated you, from the way the lamp light reflected off of his toasted golden hair to how his eyes glimmered red with the passion of the human heart.

He always spent the morning with you, driving away Alhaitham by apparently annoying him with his existence. And you couldn’t care less about the alone time every day.

Then there was last night, when even after Kaveh allowed you to have your personal space back, you craved the return of his touch.

That’s not something an ordinary roommate would feel, correct?

"Is everything all right with you?" Kaveh asked, face still turned to the side.

You quickly attempted to shake off the thoughts that filled your head, snapping yourself back into focus. You must’ve zoned out completely, as Kaveh's eyes were tinted with a splash of concern for the brief shock in your face after returning to reality. It was a rather inconvenient way for you to realize why Alhaitham had attempted to completely exclude human emotion from his studies. It was quite easy to find yourself distracted by them, especially thoughts of this intensity.

"I’m fine, just still waking up," you said in an attempt to lessen the tension at the table.

"Right...right," he said. still attempting to gather his composure.

Kaveh shyly avoided eye contact with you, as if he was still humiliated from his outburst earlier. This was somewhat fine by you, as he would fail to notice you sneaking a peek at his flustered expression. The sheer adorableness of Kaveh truly toyed with your emotions, causing you to forget every single annoying little thing that he has done.

Or maybe, nothing that he has done has truly annoyed you.

The more you thought about it, the more your heart began to race. If it wasn’t for Alhaitham beating the idea of the exclusion of human emotions into your mind, then perhaps you would’ve considered your own emotions sooner. All of the signs have been pointing to one thing from the very start, yet you chose to ignore it all, that is, until Kaveh accidentally bought a sudden realization upon you.

You had fallen in love with your own roommate.

In this situation, it would unfortunately pain your heart to stay around him any longer. Kaveh seemed to still be gushing over your comments from earlier, which wasn’t helping the fact that your heart was still going wild. To save yourself some agony, you started to quickly shove food into your mouth so that you could conclude breakfast as soon as possible. If Kaveh picked up on what you were doing, he may become slightly offended, but your only concern at the moment was allowing your emotions to rest.

He once again gazed over at you with a worried look, but dared not ask you for the reasoning behind the sudden increase in your speed of eating. Once you cleared your plate, you left your dishes for him to clear out, as per usual. He didn’t say anything, causing you to fear that you may have somehow offended him.

"Kaveh, would you like me to gather the dishes today?" you offered.

"Ah...no. I’ll clean the mess as per usual. Just make sure that Alhaitham doesn’t stay upset."

That’s the perfect excuse. You had to prepare yourself ahead of time for Alhaitham's teachings in order to keep him happy…or something. The last thing you wanted was for him to lose patience with your brief period of negligence causing your entire education to fall apart.

The words weren’t coming out of your mouth, so you simply nodded your head in thanks and made your way to your studying area. Alhaitham was still finishing his meal, so you had a few moments to collect your thoughts by yourself. Except, what thoughts were left for you to collect? You had just realized your feelings for Kaveh, whether or not you fully accept them at the moment was another story. To try and distract yourself, you organized your workspace, preparing your notes, pen, and straightening out your books. For a few moments after straightening things up, you sat and looked at your materials, trying to keep your mind clear and your heart calm.

A hand on the back of your chair directed your attention to Alhaitham, whose huge body was now looming over you in an ominous manner. You were worried that he was genuinely upset with either you or Kaveh, and that his foul attitude would ruin the entire mood of his daily lessons. However, much to your surprise, he spoke as calmly as ever.

“I thought you needed a break,” he asked, curiously.

“I do…I just finished my meal a bit early.”

He looked at you, raising one of his eyebrows ever so slightly. Was it possible that he already had you figured out?

No, it was unlikely. He doesn’t seem to care for emotions, nor does he pay attention to them.

“Hm. Very well. Shall we start, and play things by ear?”

You nodded your head, unwilling to debate him further. Some studying should be enough to distract you, hopefully. Maybe it will force these unwanted, yet not completely unpleasant, feelings out of your mind. Hopefully.

As much as you hoped for that to happen, Alhaitham was quick to pick up on your spacey behavior. Words went in one ear and out the other, with the majority of the content that was covered not at all processing in your mind. In fact, you probably couldn’t repeat any sentence that was said to you all day.

In the midst of one of his lectures, he abruptly stopped, and focused on your dazed expression. It took you a moment to realize that he had gone silent and was looking at you curiously.

“Are you perhaps unwell?” he asked.

“Sorry,” you said, nervously. “My mind is a bit full right now.”

“Kaveh’s actions earlier are still bothering you, aren’t they?” Well, not exactly, but Alhaitham was pretty close. Kaveh was distracting you, in a way.

“Not really, but they’ve been lingering in the back of my head distracting me all morning. It was a bit unusual for him to act out like that, don’t you think?”

“Indeed. He has always been defensive of his own actions, but this is the first time I have seen him act in defense of another. I did tell you, though, if Kaveh is seriously bothering you, I can take care of him hastily."

That was the last thing you wanted to happen.

"No no, you don’t have to!" you assured him. "I’m sure that I’m just overthinking things here."

"Your mind is quite active, but too active to focus on our current priorities. Look at your notes. You've barely recorded anything from today."

You looked down at your notes as instructed, confirming the lack of progress that you have made. In fact, less than two pages had traces of writing, and what little that was jotted down was rather vague. Would it really be cowardly to accept defeat? Alhaitham did understand that he needed to take it easy on you, after all. One day, just one day, shouldn’t ruin your entire future.

"Whatever it is that may be bothering you, you are clearly not in the right state of mind to study. Like I've said-"

"Research has no room for the petty feelings of people, I know. I've overheard you and Kaveh arguing over it countless times," you said, trying to avoid a lecture. "For some reason, though, they’re getting the better of me today."

"If your mind is interfering, then some things cannot be helped. Sort yourself out first, then come back to me when you’re ready."

"Just how long are you going to give me, exactly?"

"I said whenever you are ready, did I not? I trust in you to not use this as an excuse to be neglectful in your studies."

Unlike Kaveh, yes I get it.

"Now then, I have a research project of my own that I wish to attend to."

Where was his comment about Kaveh being useless, or something? It was quite unusual for him to not jump at the opportunity to insult him in some fashion.

If you were in a better mood, you would've poked at him by mentioning it, but you didn’t want to ensnare yourself in a conversation about Kaveh with the thoughts currently eating away at your mind. Instead of dragging out the topic further, you let Alhaitham silently leave.

Now, with your whole afternoon suddenly freed up, what were you supposed to do exactly?

Bother the exact man you were trying to not think about of course.

You had no idea where Kaveh lingered during this time of day, as most of your afternoon and evening was spent preoccupied with Alhaitham's teachings. Now, Kaveh was the only thing on your mind, and you were determined to find him, put your thoughts to rest, and hopefully sort out your feelings.

The most reasonable place to check would be his bedroom, as you hardly caught sight of him roaming around Alhaitham’s place. When you opened his door to check, he was sitting at his desk with a large project spread out in front of him. However, he wasn’t sketching on the paper at all. He simply sat there, twirling his ink quill around his fingers.

"Kaveh?" you said softly to get his attention.

He turned to look at you, still fidgeting with the quill in his hand. He had a sort of a spaced out look about his expression, as if you had just bought him back from the heavens to Sumeru.

"Oh...I thought you were studying with Alhaitham at this time?" he said, still somewhat spacey.

"You did say I needed a break, didn’t you? Well, here I am."