#Water-resistant sunscreen for swimming

[joelmillerisapunk]

Divide my legs like a mathematician

Dbf!Joel x virgin!reader

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Wordcount: 4K

Summary: you find yourself drawn to Joel's confidence and charm, unable to resist the forbidden fruit. After sharing an intimate moment by the pool, you're left feeling both guilty and exhilarated, eager for more.

Warnings: 18+, virginity loss, reader has first kiss, age gap (reader is early 20's and Joel is however old you need him to be.) Reader has hair and breasts, and wears a bikini, unprotected p in v, m&f oral receiving, fingering, Joel comes twice. Joel, being a typical middle-aged man, saying "you know.."

Notes: please do not read if this kind of dynamic or situation is offputting or something you do not like or enjoy or object to. Please be responsible for yourself and your fic reading. Love you bye 💝 and don't ask about the title unless you wanna hear and see something weird 😂

The sun beats down relentlessly, its fiery rays reflecting off the shimmering surface of the pool. You've sought refuge by its side, lying on a vibrant, floral towel, your swimsuit clinging to your skin. Your eyes flutter closed, and you breathe in the scent of chlorine and sunscreen, letting the warmth of the day lull you into a state of peaceful relaxation.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a shadow eclipsing the sun. You squint up, the brightness giving way to the familiar face of Joel Miller, your dad's old buddy. The one you haven't seen in a few years.

His salt-and-pepper hair, flecked with silver, is styled in a casual yet purposeful way. His muscular build is evident through his t-shirt and swim trunks. Joel's eyes, a stunning shade of chocolate brown, crinkle at the corners as he turns his attention to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" he asks, his gaze sweeping over your body in a way that makes you feel a bit nervous.

You shield your eyes from the sun with your hand before you reply, "Hey Joel, my dad's not here. He had to run some errands."

Joel chuckles, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, good thing you're here to keep me company while I wait for him.”

You roll your eyes, but you can't help the heat that rises to your face. "I'm not here to entertain you," you say, trying to sound stern.

Joel chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You know you've sure grown up since I last saw ya, more beautiful than ever."

You can't help but feel a little flattered by his words, even if you try to hide it. You've always had a bit of a crush on Joel, but you know that he's off-limits, the forbidden fruit. He's your dad's friend, and he's much older than you. You've never even had a boyfriend, but there's something about him that you find irresistible. Maybe it's his confidence, or his sense of humor, or the way he makes you feel when he looks at you. Whatever it is, you can't help but be drawn to him.

You try to play it cool. "Oh, please, you're just saying that because you feel awkward being alone with me and you're trying to be nice."

"Maybe, maybe not," he admits. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're beautiful."

You feel your heart flutter at the way the word rolls off his tongue, but you try to hide your reaction. "Prove it," you say, challenging him.

Joel raises an eyebrow, chuckling. "Prove it?" he repeats. "How do you propose I do that?"

You shrug, trying to act nonchalant. "I dunno, race me to the other side of the pool, maybe?"

Joel's laughter rings out, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as he accepts the challenge. "You're on.” With a swift and fluid motion, he peels off his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and arms. The garment lands carelessly on a nearby chair, but you barely notice as your gaze follows the contours of his physique. You notice how broad he is and how beautiful in return you think he is.

Joel dives into the pool, cutting through the water with surprising grace and agility. The splash startles you, breaking your reverie, and you take a deep breath diving into the pool swimming as fast as you can towards the other side of the pool.

The cool water feels refreshing against your skin, but you're determined to win the race. You swim with all your might, your legs kicking furiously behind you. But despite your best efforts, Joel reaches the other side just before you do.

You come up for air, panting slightly, and Joel grins at you. "I win."

You stick your tongue out at him. "Fine, you win," you concede. "But that doesn't mean you're right about me being beautiful."

Joel's expression softens, and he looks at you with a seriousness that takes you by surprise. "You know darlin, I'm not just sayin' it to flatter you," he says as he gets out of the pool and then helps you out. "I've always thought you were beautiful. But now, you're all grown up, and I can't help but notice the way you move, the way you challenge me, it's all so - intoxicating."

His words make you feel self-conscious, but also excited. You've never had anyone talk to you like this before, and it's both scary and thrilling.

Joel notices your reaction and takes a step closer to you. "I know this is unexpected, and maybe even a little inappropriate," he says. "But, I can't help the way I feel. And I think you feel it too, don'tcha darlin?”

"I-I don't know," you stammer.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "It's okay, take your time. I'm not goin’ anywhere." You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You've never felt this way before, and you're not sure what to do. "It's okay," he repeats. "I know it’s a lot to take in.” Joel moves so his body mere inches away from yours. "You ever done anythin' before, you got a boyfriend?”

You pause, feeling the air get tense. You can't believe how abrupt he is to just ask like this. You shake your head, feeling a bit ashamed you've never even kissed a boy before, let alone have a boyfriend.

Joel can see the uncertainty in your eyes, but he also sees curiosity and desire. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes never leave yours. "You know, I can teach you how to please a man, how to be pleasured. I wanna make sure that when you do decide to be with someone, you're not so inexperienced."

Your eyes flitter around, never fully meeting Joel's gaze. "I dunno I've never done anything like this before," you admit.

Joel's expression softens, and he reaches out to gently take your hand. "I know babygirl," he says. "And I'm not going to push you into anything. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, if you want me to be."

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that what Joel is suggesting is wrong, but you can't help feeling like a snake, trying to convince yourself to take a bite of the juiciest looking apple you’ve ever seen. He's always been so helpful, and now that he's offering to show you the ways of intimacy, you can't help but be tempted. You really don't want to be so inexperienced when it's your real first time. "I want you to teach me Joel," you whisper.

Joel's face lights up, "I promise to make this a learning experience for you, somethin’ you'll never forget."

He takes your hand and leads you to a secluded spot by the pool, sits down on the grass, and pulls you down next to him. "First things first, let's start with the basics. You ever touch yourself?"

You shake your head, feeling yourself fill with embarrassment.

"S'okay," he says. "This is all new to you. Just do what I do, okay?"

He takes your hand and guides it to your bottoms, helping you to slip your fingers under the fabric. You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you gasp as Joel's and your fingers brush against your clit.

"Just relax," he says, his voice soothing. "S’all about pleasure."

As you continue to touch yourself, you can feel something building inside of you. It's a strange, unfamiliar sensation, but it's also incredibly pleasurable. You moan softly as Joel continues to guide your hand, his lips close to your ear.

"That's it," he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. "Just relax and enjoy the sensation." You can feel the heat radiating from your core, and you can feel your body tensing as you get closer and closer to your first orgasm. Joel can sense this too, and he places a hand on your belly, feeling each jolt and tremor as it passes through you.

"Just let go, baby," he whispers. "I've got you. You're safe."

But suddenly, you pull your hand away, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"I can't," you say, your voice shaking. "It feels too weird."

Joel can see the look of fear and uncertainty in your eyes, and he pulls you against his chest.

"Yes, you can, I promise," he says, his voice soothing and reassuring. "Just let yourself feel the pleasure. Let me help you, baby. Tell me what you're feeling, baby," he says, his voice gentle and coaxing. "What does it feel like when I touch you like this?" He starts rubbing circles on your clit again.

You take a deep breath, trying to put your feelings into words. "It feels...good," you say, your voice hesitant. "But it's also scary. I've never done this before."

"I know, baby," Joel coos. "But there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm here with you, and I'll never let anything bad happen to you."

Joel can see that you need a different approach, something that will help you to relax and let go of your inhibitions.

He pulls away from you, his eyes meeting yours. "Let's try something a little different," he says with a gentle voice. Before you can protest, Joel is moving down your body, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your skin. When he reaches your thighs he gently guides them further apart, leaving kisses all the way until he reaches your swimsuit bottoms, he pulls them to the side, exposing your clit. You gasp as you feel his tongue flick against your clit, the sensation almost too much to bear.

"Just relax," Joel murmurs, his voice soothing. "Let me show you how good this can feel."

He continues to lick and suck at your clit, his fingers slipping inside of you to stroke your G-spot. You can feel pleasure building inside of you, more intense than anything you've ever felt before.

"Yes, just like that," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let go, babygirl. Let yourself feel it."

And suddenly, you do. The orgasm crashes over you like a wave, so intense that you can barely breathe. You cry out whatever vowels and constants your brain can, and your body shakes with the force of it. Joel doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers continuing to work their magic. Another orgasm builds inside of you, even more intense than the first. You can feel yourself on the edge, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Come on, babygirl, come again, such a good girl."

And you do. This orgasm tears through you like a lightning bolt, so intense that you see stars behind your closed eyes.

Finally, the orgasm subsides, and you collapse back onto the grass, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Joel moves beside you, his arms wrapped around you as he holds you close to his body.

"How do you feel?" he murmurs, his lips close to your ear.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "I feel...amazing," you say, quietly.

Joel smiles, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm glad," he says. "That's exactly how I wanted you to feel." Joel's expression is gentle as he looks at you, gauging your reaction. He then reaches down and slowly starts to undo the drawstring of his swim trunks. "You ever seen a cock before?"

You shake your head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. Joel seems to sense your apprehension, and he takes his time as he pulls down his swim trunks, revealing his erect length. Your eyes widen as you take in the sight before you, the way the sunlight dances off his smooth, taut skin, the way the veins protrude just slightly, creating a roadmap. Your gaze drifts down to the base, where the same salt and peppered hair that graces his head dusts his pelvis. Joel gives you a moment to take it all in before speaking again, his voice barely above a whisper, "Do you wanna touch it?" The question hangs in the air.

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and curiosity. Joel's hand finds yours, guiding it towards his stiffening cock. You can feel the heat radiating off of him. As you wrap your fingers around his shaft, you marvel at the weight and firmness of it in your hand.

"Mmm, that feels so good," Joel moans, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into your touch.

Encouraged by his reaction, you begin to explore his cock more fully. You stroke your hand up and down its length, feeling it twitch and throb beneath your fingertips. Joel helps guide your movements, his hand covering yours as he shows you the rhythm he likes best.

"Tighten your grip a little... yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his breath hitching as you increase the pressure. Joel's moans become louder and more frequent, and you can feel him grow even harder in your hand. It takes no time at all for Joel to reach his peak.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna come," Joel gasps, his hips thrusting forward.

You pull your hand away, unsure of what to do. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you. You look like a deer in headlights, and the sight almost makes him come without help. "It's okay, baby," he says with a gentle voice. "You don't have to do anything. Just wanted to give you an idea of what it feels like, what it looks like, what it tastes like," he says softly, "But, if you're curious, I can show you how to pleasure a man with your mouth."

You nod, your curiosity getting the better of you. "I want to, I wanna learn."

Joel smiles, his eyes softening. "Okay, just remember to take it slow. There's no rush."

Joel takes your hand and guides it down to his cock, which is already rock-hard and pulsing with desire. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and you're eager to explore him further. With a gentle nudge, he encourages you to take him into your mouth.

At first, you're hesitant. You've never done this before, and you're not sure what to do. But Joel is patient and kind, gently stroking your hair and murmuring words of encouragement.

"That's it, baby," he whispers. "Just relax and take your time. Mmm, yeah, just like that."

Emboldened by his words, you begin to explore him more fully. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip. Joel lets out a low moan of pleasure, and you can feel his hips bucking up towards you.

Encouraged you take him deeper into your mouth. You suck harder, your cheeks hollowing out as you work him over. Joel's moans grow louder and more frequent. Suddenly, he grabs a handful of your hair, guiding your head up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come," he gasps, his voice tight with pleasure.

You pull back, letting his cock slip out of your mouth with a wet pop. Joel opens his eyes and looks at you, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Keep goin’ like you were, just swallow if you can, it's natural."

Joel's eyes flutter closed as he helps guide your head back down to his cock, savoring the feeling of him growing hard in your mouth once more. You wrap your lips around him, taking him in slowly, and begin to move your head in a gentle rhythm. Joel's breathing grows heavy as he lets out a low moan, his fingers finding their way into your hair.

You can feel him tensing up, and then, with a shudder, he comes, filling your mouth with warmth. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but you swallow, determined to please him. You pull your mouth away from him quickly, probably a little too quickly. "Joel," you say, your voice hesitant as you look over at him, catching his breath. "Can we... do it?"

Joel looks at you, his expression serious. "Do what, babygirl?" he asks, puffing out a response through caught breathes even though he knows what you're asking.

"You know...have sex," you whisper.

Joel's eyes widen, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "Baby, I just came," he says, his voice gentle. "Let me catch my breath for a bit, and then we can figure somethin' out."

Joel's eyes meet yours, and he can see the slight hint of disappointment in them. But he understands, and he takes your face gently in his hands, leaning in close so that his mouth is almost touching yours. "Don't worry, babygirl," he says, his voice soft and soothing. "I'll make it worth your while." You can feel your heart flutter at his words, and you can't help but smile. Joel's breathing begins to return to normal, and he pulls back slightly, looking at you with a serious expression. "I think I have a couple of ideas," he says. "But, it's gonna take some effort on both our parts."

You nod, eager to please him and experience more of the pleasure he's shown you.

Joel takes a deep breath, looking at you with a serious expression. "I want you to take your top off."

You look at him in surprise, your hands instinctively going to cover your chest. "What? Why?" You ask, your voice hesitant.

Joel reaches out to take your hands in his, his eyes meeting yours. "Because it's a natural part of a woman's body, and it's one of the things that turns me on the most," he explains. "And I want to be able to pleasure you fully, without any barriers between us."

You bite your lower lip, you've never been naked in front of anyone before, and the thought of doing so with Joel is both terrifying and thrilling. But you trust him, and you want to please him. Taking a deep breath, you nod your head, signaling your agreement. Joel's eyes softened as he smiled, his hands moving to gently guide you onto his lap. You feel a flutter in your stomach as you straddle him, your thighs brushing against his. His fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your bikini top in place, and the fabric falls away, leaving your breasts exposed to the warm summer air. You feel a shiver run down your spine, your nipples hardening in response to the exposure.

Joel's eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your bare chest, his breath hitching in his throat.

"Mmm, so perfect baby.” Before you can respond, Joel leans in, his mouth capturing one of your nipples. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively going to his hair as he sucks and licks at your breast. Joel's hands come up to cup your other breast, his fingers teasing your nipple. You had never felt anything like this before, the sensation of his mouth on your breast, his hands caressing your body. It's intoxicating.

Joel's hands start to wander down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. He reaches your bikini bottoms, and you can feel him tugging at the fabric. "Lift up for me, baby,"

You do as he asks, lifting your hips off the ground as he pulls your bikini bottoms down your legs. You're completely naked now, exposed to Joel's gaze, but instead of feeling embarrassed, you feel a thrill run through your body. Joel's eyes are dark with desire as he takes in the sight of your bare body.

"Fuck, babygirl, you are so damn delicious," his hands reach out to touch you. He runs his fingers along your inner thighs, teasing you. "Spread your legs for me, baby, nice and wide," he says, his voice low and commanding.

You comply, spreading your legs apart.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you? I've been dreaming about this for years, imagining what it would be like to touch you, to taste you."

You gasp as Joel's hand slips between your legs, his fingers finding your clit. "You're so wet," he growls, his fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me. You think you're ready, baby?"

You nod, feeling a surge of excitement and nervousness. Joel moves between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of doubt or hesitation.

"If you want to stop at any time, just tell me," he says. "I won't be upset."

You nod and shyly say, “I'm ready.”

Joel positions himself at your entrance, his tip pressing gently against your opening. He looks into your eyes, searching for any signs of discomfort or fear. "Just breathe, babygirl," his voice soothes you a bit. "It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise it'll feel good real soon."

You nod, taking a deep breath as Joel starts to push inside of you. You feel a sharp pain as he breaks through your barrier, and you can't help but gasp at the sensation. “Ah, Joel, it hurts," you whimper, your eyes watering.

Joel curses under his breath, his eyes filled with concern. "I'm sorry, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "I know, I know, I gotcha.” He continues to move slowly, giving your body time to adjust to the intrusion. You can feel yourself stretching to accommodate him, and you can't help but wince at the discomfort. Joel leans down, almost kissing you, his lips soft and gentle against yours. "It's okay, babygirl," he murmurs. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

As he continues to move, the pain starts to fade, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar sensation. It's not entirely unpleasant, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Joel seems to sense your confusion, and he starts to move his hips in a slow, circular motion. "Feel that, babygirl?" he touches your lower belly where you can feel his cock hitting. "That's your body gettin’ used to me. It's gonna feel good soon, I promise."

And he's right. As he continues to move, the sensation begins to shift, becoming something more pleasurable. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your body responding to Joel's movements. "That's it, babygirl," Joel murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me."

He starts to move faster, his hips thrusting harder against yours. You think you can feel yourself getting closer to another orgasm and Joel can sense it too. "You like that, babygirl? You like feeling my cock inside of you? You like feeling me stretch you open, fill you up?"

You nod, a small whimper coming from the back of your throat.

"Good," he breathes, pushing his hips deeper into yours, the friction making him groan. "Tell me when you're gonna come, sweetheart."

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I-I'm gonna come," you gasp.

Joel's eyes widen, and he nods, his hips thrusting harder against yours. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "Come on my cock."

The orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, so powerful that it feels like every nerve in your body is firing at once. You can't help but cry out, a loud, primal sound that probably alerts everyone in close proximity to what's happening. Your body convulses with pleasure, every muscle tensing and then releasing as waves of ecstasy wash over you.

Joel's thrusts become more erratic, his hips slamming against yours with a fierce urgency as he chases his own release. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps, each one hot and moist against your ear. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "I'm so close. I'm gonna come too." You can feel him throbbing inside of you, each pulse of his cock sending another shiver of pleasure through your body. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside of you, wanting to feel every inch of him as he fills you up with his warmth.

And then he's there, his body tensing as he reaches his own peak. "Fuck, babygirl," he groans. "Oh fuck!" He collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You can feel his heart pounding against your chest. For a moment, neither of you say anything, both of you too caught up in the afterglow of what just happened.

Finally, Joel lifts his head, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and desire. "Fuck, babygirl," he murmurs, his voice still low and husky. "That was...incredible."

You wrap your arms around him, feeling a surge of affection and gratitude. "Thank you," you whisper into his ear as you instinctively start stroking his hair.

Joel looks up at you, "What are you thankin’ me for?"

You feel a mix of embarrassment and shyness. "For showing me how good it can feel."

Joel smiles. "You're welcome, baby girl. I'm glad I could be the one to show you." He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, gentle kiss. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, in the feeling of Joel's lips on yours, in the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

Your first kiss.

But all too soon, the bliss comes to an end. Joel pulls away, his eyes meeting yours. "I better get goin'," he says. "Your dad will be back soon."

You nod, feeling a surge of disappointment. "Okay," you say kinda pouty.

Joel smirks and lifts your chin in his hand so you're looking at him. "Don't look so sad, babygirl," he says, his voice gentle. "This is just the beginning. I promise to show you so much more."

With that, he gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and he gets up, putting his swim trunks back on. You watch as he walks away, your heart heavy in your chest. You know that what just happened was wrong, that it's not something that should have happened. But you can't help the way you feel, the way your body responds to Joel's touch. You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. You know that you should feel guilty, that you should be ashamed of what just happened. But all you can feel is a sense of excitement, of anticipation. You know that this is just the beginning.

And you can't wait.

[gurugirl]

hi can u write something about step dad harry and yn going for a trip on a boat with her mom together and he secretly takes her to a room downstairs while her mom is upstairs and she rides his face and like his facial is covered with his arousal… u can add something more too& make it spicy?? theres just something about this photo, i couldnt resist

stepdad!harry x stepdaughter!reader

I started writing something else for stepdad!Harry but this just made my mind go blank for anything else because I can’t resist these photos and it’s summertime so we’ve already got the vibes going. Thank you for the request, babe!

Note: As a reminder Y/n is 22 and Harry is 28. Both are adults and met as adults. xoxo

Word Count: 2371

Warning: 18+ only, smut, the tiniest lit bit of degradation, cheating, inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter. Don't read if you don't like!!! xoxo

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Your mom had rented a boat for a day over the weekend. She hadn’t had many days off but she wanted to have a day out in the sun with her two favorite people while summer was still in swing.

She even encouraged you to invite a friend to come along. So you did.

Harry could tell right away that you were being a little bit cheeky. He’d taken care of you the night before and told you to behave on the boat but you rarely did as he asked these days.

Your girlfriend Lei came along. She was focused on her cell phone most of the time which Harry found annoying too. He expected that you’d wear a cute little bathing suit that barely hid a thing but he didn’t expect it to expose nearly your entire backside. It looked closer to cheeky panties that were almost thongs than a bathing suit bottom. He’d never seen you wear this one. Cheeky bottoms, cheeky attitude.

The cooler was full of drinks, music was playing, the sun was high in the sky, and everything smelled like sunscreen and tanning oil.

Harry anchored the boat in a deep area away from other boaters as Lei (finally putting her phone down) and your mom dove into the water to swim. You were lying on the bed at the front and sunning yourself with a beer next to you, sunglasses over your eyes, and a smirk on your face.

“What’s so funny?” Harry stood over you and blocked your sun. The bit of sweat that began to form on your skin and between your breasts was making it difficult for him to avert his eyes. He was glad your mom jumped into the water so he could look without fear of your mom seeing.

You pulled your sunglasses up and frowned at Harry, the grin falling from your face, “You're blocking my sun. Move…” You waved your arm at him in a shooing gesture.

Harry caught your wrist and you gasped, “Don’t talk to me like that.” He spoke lowly, still hovering over you and looking down at your body.

“I’m just sunning myself. What do you want?” Harry knew you were trying to push it with him. Figured you thought you could get away with it a bit since your mom and friend were in tow.

“Asked you a question. You’ve been a brat all day. What’s with you?” He knew what was “with you”. You liked to tease and your attitude always got him worked up. You liked the back and forth. But so did, Harry, even if he’d never admit it.

You let out an annoyed sigh, “I’m not a brat. I’ve been really good. I’m just having fun today. What’s with you?”

Harry really wanted to yank you up by your ponytail and teach you a lesson but when he looked over his shoulder he could still see your mom and Lei in the water not far off.

You tugged your wrist out of his grip and flipped over to your tummy to sun your backside.

Harry watched as you shifted and settled your head into the crook of your arm and close your eyes. The spread of your thighs and your bottom looked irresistible. If he knew he wouldn’t get caught he’d have stuffed his face into your soft cheeks and bitten down and made you squeal right then and there. He loved making you squeal.

A new song came on as Harry reached for a beer for himself and looked out over the water. Trying to ignore you. Trying to think of anything but your skin slowly tanning and exposed to him. Didn’t want to imagine the way you’d taste as he saw sweat forming along your inner thighs. It was hot out and you were sweating just enough that he could see the glisten. Imagined that sweat was forming under your bikini bottoms and how delicious you’d taste. One of his favorite and depraved cravings was the taste of you after you worked out and all your bits were sweaty and salty.

“Harry!” He turned to see your mom waving to get his attention. He stood up to walk toward the edge so he could see what she wanted.

“Throw over both of the inflatable mattresses. We’re going to lay out in the water for a bit.”

Harry picked up both the pink inflatable water mattresses and tossed them into the water for your mom and your friend. The pair were laughing and chatting like old friends. That was the nice thing about your mom. She got along with everyone.

But now Harry realized there’d be a little time for him to do just as he wished with you in the cabin below the boat.

He sat down next to you on the cushion and put his hand over your ankle, “You need to get out of the sun for a bit. You’re gonna get burnt.”

You scoffed and shook your head, “No I’m not.”

Harry huffed a breath through his nose as he looked back to the water and then back down at your and your smooth thighs. The sweat he’d noticed between your thighs was now forming under your butt cheeks and he was going to go mad if he didn’t get a lick in. But he knew he’d want more than just a lick.

Instead of waiting for your attitude to clear up, because he knew it wouldn’t, he swatted your bottom quickly and then leaned over your back to speak into your ear, “We’re going into the cabin below right now.” He pulled your arm and you gasped dramatically before looking toward where your mom and Lei were floating in the water. You pouted at Harry as he pulled you to the door and down into the cabin before you could protest further.

And Harry normally liked to be begged. Liked it when you wanted him and you were asking to be punished or you were all squirmy for him but he couldn’t stop his mouth from watering. He wanted you to sit on his face and smother him with your pussy and your sweat. It was a bit out of character but he had no time to waste. He’d punish you another time for your attitude.

When he dragged you the small built-in couch at the side of the room you figured he’d spank you or push you down to your knees and make you suck him off or something. But instead, Harry laid on his back and pulled you with him, “Sit on my face,” his words were panted and breathy.

You scrunched your brows at him and looked at him in question as he pulled at you to climb up, “What are you doing?”

Harry sat up and kept his hand around your forearm, “I fucking said sit on my face. I won’t ask you again. I’m doing you a favor.” He was about to lose control and start begging you. Which was not what he wanted at all but he needed it. Needed to have your pussy on his mouth and nose. God he didn’t know what had gotten into him. But he’d forego a blowjob to eat you out in this instance. It was like he was desperate for nourishment.

You squinted as your frown turned into a small teasing grin, “Yeah? Daddy needs to eat?”

Harry rolled his eyes and laid flat as he dragged you up and grasped your thighs, pulling you down, over his face. You still had your bikini bottoms on and Harry moaned into the fabric the moment you settled onto his face.

You smelled so concentrated. You hadn’t showered that morning since you knew you’d be on the boat sunning and swimming. And the sweat that had formed made your natural fragrance even more mouthwatering.

Harry smacked your ass and then pulled at the fabric swiftly, bringing the tiny bikini bottom to the side so your bare pussy was pressed over his mouth. He kept his hands at your ass, fingers on his right hand looped into the material pulling the crotch away for his access.

He sucked and licked as he kept you pressed down hard over his mouth. You steadied yourself by holding onto the edge of the arm of the couch.

His cock thickened fast when he finally got a taste. He wanted to make you come and get his face all nasty with your arousal and sweat before your mom and your friend came back into the boat.

You gasped at how ravenous he was. “Hhharry…” you breathed when your clit was nipped at. But when he began to guide you up and down on his face, over his nose, and down to his chin your breathy pants grew into small little squeaks. Just like he loved.

You began to wet his face when your clit was being nudged and poked into. Looking down at him and the naughty, dirty deed that was being committed only 100 feet from your mother and friend out in the water drove you to your peek quickly.

Harry was grunting in muffled noises into your pussy as he smeared you up and down over himself. He could barely breathe but he was in heaven.

And when he felt your thighs begin to quiver he knew you were close. He pushed you over his chin to catch his breath, “Such a nasty slut. Needed to have your pussy cleaned with my tongue,” Harry figured a little bit of degradation might make him feel like he was still in charge. Still calling the shots but when he dragged you back up and you began griding yourself down on his face and you pulled your tits of your little bikini top out and moaned your words, “Mmm… Daddy needed to clean my pussy so bad. So good at it too,” she rolled her hips and Harry pressed his digits harder into your soft skin as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

It was too late. He’d shown how weak he was for you by doing this in the first place. He needed your pussy on his face and he was getting exactly what he wanted and even though you’d been a brat and he should be denying you an orgasm and making you give him one, there was just something about the way you looked, and how he was so desperate to put his tongue in between your crack and your folds and get your taste and slick coated on his tongue and face that made him push down his need to dominate you like he normally did.

Your hips began to jerk faster and you looked down at Harry with only his eyes peeking up at you and his dark curls a mess under your thighs. It was explicit. Your pussy lips were spread over his nose and your soft, wet entrance was right over his lips. He couldn’t breathe but he seemed to love it as he was only egging you on to move faster and holding you tightly to his face.

The heat of your orgasm began to unfold as you pinched your nipples and rode his face hard. You loved this position. Loved giving him a small taste of his own medicine, so to speak. He was rough with you so many times, always making it hurt a bit. He often choked you and made it so you couldn’t breathe when he had his huge cock lodged down your throat. This felt like a bit of payback, even though he wanted it.

“Ffuck!” You yelped when you felt the snap of your release unfurl, “Daddy… yes!”

Harry closed his eyes and took a small breath through his wet nostrils before you ground yourself back up and over his nose. He could feel his cock throbbing in his green shorts as you gushed on his face and came with a loud groan. He doubted anyone could hear you from the cabin under the boat but it was loud. He couldn’t care, though. He needed to get you off. Needed it.

You whined and rocked on his face until you were satisfied and your orgasm waned. The moment he felt you still he pushed you down off of himself and yanked his big cock from his swim trunks and stroked it right over your face as you were flat on your back, releasing his own hot come all over your face and your neck as he gasped and held himself up with his palm on the inside wall above the couch. He thought he could be okay to go without an orgasm but he was so close to coming without even having touched himself that the moment he wrapped his fist around his shaft his balls tightened up and his dick began to pulse and leak and then he was coming in ropes all over you.

It was a much bigger mess than he intended. You had globs of his sticky come on your face as you smiled and licked your lips when he tucked himself back in.

Normally he’d have done something nasty and depraved at that moment. Would have had you wipe your face up with your palm and lick it all off while he lapped away your messy arousal to clean you up. But there was no time for it.

He pulled you to standing and brought you to the small sink with paper towels and soap.

You smiled proudly as you wiped yourself up and Harry washed his face, hating to remove the scent of you from his nose and cheeks and overgrown scruff. But he couldn’t have your mom kissing him and smelling your pussy all over his face. Which was unfortunate. He’d have loved to have pulled that off but as oblivious as your mom could be, she wasn’t dumb. She’d recognize the scent of pussy. And she’d know it wasn’t hers.

Harry tossed the paper towel and swatted your bottom again, leaning his chest into your back as you started to wipe your sticky crease, “Don’t think this means you’re off the hook. You’re in for it later, little girl.”

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[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 2/6

Read part 1 here

Cw: angst, jealousy, pining, weed consumption, 18+ content MDNI

Wc: 4.4k

You didn’t see Eddie the rest of the day, but you did happen to run into Steve and yell at him for the most impromptu timing in the world. It has been a scorcher of a day, so you were elated that today was swim day.

The sun was sweltering; Robin and you had to triple-check that your campers had all the water-resistant sunscreen. You had worn your bathing suit under your jean shorts and Camp Murdock t-shirt, but you couldn’t take the sweaty cotton touching your skin any longer. You had to strip off the clothes that were sticking to your skin.

“I think I might die if I don’t get in the water now!” Robin complained. You could see her usually pin-straight bangs getting wavy from the sweat on her forehead.

“Same here, I can’t believe I didn’t think to put my hair up this morning." You could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck.

As soon as you reached the dock, you took charge and ensured that everyone in your group was fully aware of all the water safety rules. You then conducted a final head count of all the campers before jumping into the water yourselves.

Robin was the first to take the plunge, diving headfirst into the refreshing water. Despite the initial shock of the cold water, she resurfaced with a huge grin on her face, her teeth chattering with excitement.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” she squealed.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do it now,” you laughed as you stripped off your jean shorts.

Just as you were removing your clothes, Eddie, Steve, and Ashton came running around the corner, unable to stay in the heat themselves. Due to the hot weather, Eddie tied his long hair back, and his light grey shirt turned dark grey from sweat. They had just changed into their swimming trunks.

“Hey, look, the girls,” Ashton pointed to you and Robin.

Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you. It was like you were moving in slow motion.

You still were taking your shorts off. Eddie watched as your peach of an ass bent over to step out of your shorts, your back arching as you peeled off the t-shirt. You wore your red bikini with little white hearts matched perfectly with the little heart inked into the skin on your right butt cheek.

Hold up, what? Eddie’s brain short-circuited. You not only have a tattoo, but an ass tattoo?

“Dude, hello, Earth to Eddie,” Steve was snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face.

“ Huh, what?” Eddie reluctantly peeled his eyes away from you.

“You’d been staring at her for like five minutes, bro; just ask her out already.” Ashton laughed.

“Was not five minutes"

“So you admit you’re staring?” Steve smirks.

“How could I not? Don’t you have eyes?”

The guys laughed, and Eddie continued his gaze back to you when he saw Billy approaching you from the right. Eddie felt a sudden possessiveness over you when it came to that guy. He never liked Billy from the start. His off-putting comment and how he looked at you like he wanted to eat you were unsettling.

Eddie didn’t waste another second thinking about it; he started to run towards you, kicking off his slides and tossing his shirt before he grabbed you by the waist and flung you both into the water, laughing.

-

You weren’t paying attention to the boys behind you; honestly, you had no idea they were even there. You were too focused on working up the courage to finally jump in. Robin tried to convince you when you heard your name being called.

“Bambi, damn girl, you’re looking hotter than last year.” You turned and rolled your eyes immediately. Out of all people, Billy. You watched in disgust as he was ogling you while licking his lips.

Before you could even reply, a force pushed you into the freezing water.

When you breach the surface, you profusely try to catch your breath, looking around to see what the fuck just happened.

Your first instinct was to blame Billy for pushing you in.

“What the fuck Coyote?!” You were freezing, and the drastic temperature change had your teeth chattering.

“It wasn’t me!” his hands when up in defence.

You believe him, so you start looking around because he couldn't have, and you swore another person had jumped into the lake with you.

“Sorry, Princess. As your knight, I must fulfill my duty to you to save you.” A whisper echoed in your ear.

You let out a small scream, startled by his closeness, but when your heart settled, your flesh rose in goosebumps, not because of the cold of the lake water. Strong hands touch your waits turning you around to face your ‘saviour’

“Oh, my hero,” you fake swoon.

Eddie laughed, his head tipped all the way back so his hair was touching the water, his thick neck exposed, sending you into a daydream of leaving many a mark on that neck, but your thots were halted by Eddie pushing down on your head, dunking you back into the water.

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!” You screamed when you popped back up out of the water.

“Oh, my government name? You wound me, Princess.” He grabbed his chest like he had a knife in his heart.

You started to swim towards him, but the cold lake water was starting to numb your limbs. You couldn’t move fast enough; your teeth were still chattering, and Eddie could hear how cold you were.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I need to redeem myself.” He reached out and pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around the small of your waist.

“You better be.” You shivered.

“Come, let's get you warmed up in the sun.”

He hopped out of the water, not even having to use the ladder. He reached down, holding out his hand to help you out, but you yanked him back down, and he fell head-first back into the water.

Eddie could only hear your laugh when he broke through the surface.

“I guess I deserved that.” He shook his head like a wet dog.

You were already halfway up the ladder when you felt his gaze on you. Eddie watched as you climbed up; he trialled right behind you, giving him a great view of the tattoo he wanted to know more about.

You quickly ran over to the towel that had been warmed by the sun. Shivering, you crouched down and sat in a ball to cover yourself with the whole towel.

“Come ‘er Princess, let's get you warmed up.” Eddie sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders with his own towel to cover you both before he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help you get warm.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. Between the sun and Eddie, you warmed you up in no time.

You were at peace, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the sounds of splashing in the water, the warm feeling you were getting because Eddie was not only touching you, but hugging you.

“There you go, your majesty, all better,” Eddie smirked.

“You’re really not going to give up this joke, are you?” You laughed.

“Not in a million years, Princess.”

-

You and the girls were busily getting ready for a cozy after-the-bonfire hangout with the boys in the mess hall. You were there setting up some snacks and drinks on the table, and the soft glow of the fairy lights hanging on the walls added to the warm ambiance of the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie and his cabin were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the evening. As the night grew darker, they realized it was already 10:00 pm, and they needed to do one last check on the campers to make sure they were sound asleep. Once it was all calre the guys made their way to the mess hall.

“So you and Julie seem to be getting pretty close.” With his flashlight under his chin, Ashton wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“I don’t know, man. I know her from home, is all.” Eddie shrugged.

“Come on, dude! You totally couldn’t keep your hands off her at the lake today; I saw you,” Ashton accused.

“Well, have you seen her? And I think she has been flirty with me? I don't know...she confuses me,” Eddie admitted, thinking back on earlier this morning when he thought you almost kissed him.

It's not like Eddie didn't want to believe it, it's that he can't believe it. Why do you, out of all people, want to be with him?

“I would go for it, dude, trust me. She is my best girl-friend, and I shouldn’t say anything, so I won’t, but if I were you, I would ask her out.” Steve joined in.

“You shouldn’t say anything? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked as they opened the doors to the hall.

“Sorry, man, sworn to secrecy, but trust me, bro.”

“Don't ever trust Moose.” Robin giggled, not knowing the context of the conversation.

“Hey, boys,” you smiled.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, and he smiled back, but his smile dropped when he saw Billy sitting beside you. Billy was like a mosquito who wouldn't leave you alone; he gave you no personal space even though you were seated at a twenty-foot-long picnic table.

He tried his best to ignore Billy; you had already said you didn’t like him, so why did Eddie feel jealous?

Instead, Eddie tried to focus all his attention on you, so he sat directly across from you. Eddie thought you looked cute tonight. Your natural hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but shorter pieces framing your face.

You wore a heather grey Camp Murdock oversized crewneck sweater, blue and green plaid flannel pyjama pants, and pink fuzzy socks. He liked that you felt comfortable enough to not try hard like you do back home. Back home, he never saw your hair out of place or your outfit not coordinated. Not that Eddie didn't like that version of you, but he likes this version a whole lot more. It made you feel more real and less of this superhuman that the town dubbed you as.

“What are we playing today?” Eddie asked.

“A good old game of truth or dare,” Robin smiled.

“Oh god,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We have a little something extra to make it fun,” You smiled while showing the group the pre-rolled joint you pulled out of your pyjama pants pocket.

Eddie smirked at the thought of you, goodie two shoes, and buying weed. Then, his thought process changed… Who else would you get weed from if not him?

“The fuck you get that?” Eddie didn’t intend for it to be that harsh, but it slipped out like word vomit. Could this be trusted? How did he know it wasn’t laced or tainted.

“Oh, uh, I know a local guy.” Your smile dropped, and Eddie watched as you curled into yourself.

Fuck.

“Better be up to this guy’s standards,” Billy pointed to Eddie, only making it worse.

“You’re lucky I’m even sharing with you.”

“Let’s just start, guys, jeez.” Robin rolled her eyes.

You lit up first then passed it to Billy. Eddie seethed that he got it first. He almost grabbed it right from your hands but he knew he needed to control himself…

The game went on, and the typical stuff happened: streaking, truths about the first kiss, and chugging a combination of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. The joint was getting down to a nub, and it was really starting to take effect. The mood had been lifted, and Eddie noticed how you and the others were getting more giggly, whispering and plotting the next truths and dares.

Steve was up next, and he turned to you.

“Truth or dare?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Truth,” you say confidently.

“Who was the last guy to give you an orgasm?” He gives you the biggest tooth smile.

Eddie’s ears perk up, his attention locked in. The bubbling feeling of jealousy almost formed again, but it disappeared as soon as you spoke your answer.

“No one.” You blushed.

“Come on, no one believes you, Bambi.” Steve retorts.

“I’m serious! Now shut up it's my turn.” You huffed.

Eddie was not surprised you’re a virgin; if you had slept with anyone, everyone in Hawkins would have known about it.

It sounds wrong, but Eddie was relieved when you said no one. Nobody would be able to please you like he could. The things Eddie wanted to do to you, worship you, take care of you…

“Eddie, hello! earth to Eddie!” Your voice snaps Eddie out of his daydreams.

“Huh? What?”

“Truth or dare,” you smile at him.

“Dare,” Eddie smirked.

“I dare you to kiss…Billy.” You, Robin, and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles like you’ve been plotting.

“I’ll kiss literaly any other guy. Try again, sweetheart.” Eddie sees you try to hide your smile at the pet name. Noted.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"Everything..." Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Come here, big guy, let me plant one on ya." Billy began to chase Eddie around the room, and you, along with everyone else, couldn't hold in your giggles. It was really good weed.

-

The night rolled on, and everyone had to return to their cabins before you knew it.

“Well, boys, I am never skinny dipping at night again. I think my dick shrunk back into my body. Fuck, that lake is cold!” Ashton laughed.

“I never want to see those hairy cheeks again,” Eddie joined.

“I can’t believe what Bambi said, can you?” Steve piped up.

“About what?” Eddie asked.

“That no guy has ever gotten her off. You would think at least one would, you know” Steve exclaimed while brushing his teeth.

“Maybe that’s why she is acting like she has a stick up her ass; I can show her a good time, maybe replace that stick with mine, if you know what I mean.” Billy joked, cupping his crotch as he was getting his pyjamas on.

The joke wasn’t funny; the thought of any guy touching you made Eddie's knuckles go white. His face dropped into a sneer for a split second, but he caught himself. Fucking hell, Munson pulled it together.

“Shut up, dude. She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Ashton laughed as he lay in his bunk.

“Oh yeah, we will see. She will come around.” He winked, and Eddie felt the s’mores in his stomach start to churn.

Eddie was about to let Steve know that there was no way on God's green earth that you had slept with someone, but his attention was shifted when Steve spoke again.

“Word is she likes someone,” Steve dropped casually as he climbed into his top bunk.

That caught the three men’s attention; they whipped around simultaneously, and all Steve could do was laugh.

“You guys are something else.” He chuckled and laid down to go to sleep.

Maybe Ashton was right; maybe his ever-growing crush on you was too obvious. Maybe he should dial it back more...

-

As the sun sets over Camp Murdock, the anticipation builds for the evening's main event - the camper's talent show. You, Eddie, and Steve have been chosen as the judges for the show, and it's an exciting responsibility. The venue for the show is the old barn on the property. You have carefully set up rows of chairs and cleared a decent patch of the floor to create a makeshift stage. The rustic and charming barn is adorned with twinkle lights that create a warm and cozy atmosphere. A folding table is placed before the judges, where they will take notes and make their final decisions.

As the kids prepare backstage, their nervous energy is palpable. The makeshift backstage area is just an old curtain hanging on a rod by the back right wall. You can hear the campers giggling and screaming in excitement and nervousness. Despite their jitters, they are ready to showcase their talents and make the night memorable for everyone.

You sat in the middle with Steve and Eddie on either other side of you.

“Are you going to strut your stuff up there later tonight?” you asked Eddie quietly, giggling.

To your surprise, he didn’t give you much of an answer, a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

That was weird; Eddie had been so warm yesterday. This was your first time seeing him today; maybe he’s tired?

You tried shaking it off, wanting to focus on the kids.

“They all did well. It was so cute to see them perform their dances and songs. One kid did a magic show, and another just showed off his rock collection. Ultimately, one of Eddie’s campers, who had a beautiful singing voice, won the talent show. As a consolation prize, everyone who participated got ice cream. After all the celebrations, everyone went to bed, and it was time for the counsellors to have their own talent show.

You're incredibly nervous this year because you have decided to do something bold. You haven’t told anyone about it, not even Nancy or Robin. It’s evident to anyone who knows you that you’ll be dancing tonight, but it’s usually a ballet number. However, tonight is different. You are determined to make your move and not waste more precious time.

You carefully rummaged through your bag, removing the skin-tight pleather black booty shorts and a shiny red, cropped tank top. You loved the way the two pieces hugged your curves, making you feel both sexy and confident.

Next, you moved to the bathroom and began styling your hair. You wanted to create a voluminous look, so you used a curling iron to add bouncy curls that cascaded down your back. You then applied makeup, starting with a base of foundation and concealer. You added smoky black eyeliner to your upper and lower lids and finished the look with bold red lipstick that made your lips pop.

As soon as you feel prepared and all set, you slip into your cozy grey sweatpants over your shorts, taking care to secure yourself from the pesky bugs outside. You then slide your feet into your sleek black dancing heels and grab your cassette tape.

Robin was the first to see you when you returned to the barn.

“Shut the fuck up; what are you doing?” she asked most affectionately. A growing smirk spreads across her face as you turn.

“You’ll see.” Your confidence was helping a little, but deep down, you were terrified. You’ve been so nervous you think you might be sick.

As the talent show kicked off, you were excited to spend the evening with Eddie, but he seemed distant. Despite your best attempts at conversation, Eddie remained quiet and disinterested in engaging with you. Later, when you tried to talk to him again, he brushed you off, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. You hoped that his behaviour was just a temporary mood, but the fear of failure lingered in the back of your mind. If the plan you had been working on together didn't come to fruition, you knew you would be mortified.

As the show went on, you unfortunately had the pleasure of going dead last. Eddie wasn’t a judge this time, but he was still sitting in the front row. Perfect.

As the host, Mike, asked for your tape to be put into the casket player, he saw your hands visibly shaking.

“Bambi, relax. It's just for fun; you do this every year. We all love your little ballerina stuff,” he smiled.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to do ballet— know what, never mind?” You didn’t mean to be snappy; Mike had always been nice to you.

As he walked out on “stage” to announce the next performance, you stepped off your sweats, pulled the zipper up the side of the black high heels and prayed that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face in front of Eddie.

“Last but certainly not least, we have a crowd favourite!” The audience, your fellow colleagues, clapped as you walked out. You heard someone whistle, most likely Robin and your stomach flip-flopped.

You walk out and face the back wall, standing in a bevel, arms hanging by your side, waiting for the chords to start.

The first notes of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love dripped from the speakers.

Your body moved seductively once the music hit like you were in a trace performance mode.

Were you worried some of the other girls would call you a slut? Absolutely, but once the music started, all that went away.

You began dancing like you had when Eddie caught you in the studio that first day, but this time, with the hair, makeup, and shoes, you were more confident than you'd ever been.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

The rush of being on stage made you lose yourself in the routine, however the part you had been most nervous about was coming up.

A-way, way down inside

You stood facing the crowd with your head thrown back, your right hand ran down your stomach, grazing past the waistband of your shorts that hardly covered anything, down cupping your core, then slinked it back up again.

I'm gonna give ya my love

Your head snaps back up, and you took a slow strut forward.

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

another slow step forward

I'm gonna give ya my love

You reached your target as you slowly sank to your knees right where Eddie was sitting. Giving him a small wink before you whipped your hair, you looked back up at him through your lashes, and you saw his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up white-knuckling.

You reached up with a single hand and grazed it over his left thigh before slinking back down to roll away and get back to the rest of the routine.

By the time you had finished, you were out of breath. Everyone cheered, and a few whistles were made as you walked off stage, but when you looked around, Eddie was gone.

Your heart sank. The overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you in that way.

You were a fool to think he ever would.

You were naive to think changing your appearance to be like the edgier sexy chicks he probably goes for. You literally pulled a Sandy for Grease. You tried putting yourself out there, doing this dance, but now you felt the tears welling up; the lump in your throat grew. You felt like an idiot.

You needed air. You took off your shoes, put your pants back on, and walked out the barn's back door.

“Bambi, wait up.”

You turn to see Billy.

“Uh, hey,” You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible, forcing yourself not to let it crack.

“You were amazing up there!” He smiled and gave an encouraging hug.

“Thanks, Coyote, that's really sweet for you to say.” You sniffled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pulled away to see your tears threatening to leave the rims of your lash line. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry; everyone thought you rocked it!” He pulled you into another comforting hug.

This was the most genuine Billy’s been with you all summer. This was the Billy you knew and loved last summer.

“You really think so?” you ask trying to pull yourself together.

“Yes! Of course; what’s gotten into you?” He looked concerned.

“Nerves, I guess.” You try to shrug it off, but you can’t shake the feeling.

“Well you did amazing, you won!” He gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek; it was soft and hardly grazed your skin.

“Thank you.” You pulled him in for another hug. You just needed a friend right now, and I missed this version of Billy.

“You know there is another way I can make you feel better.” He chuckled.

“And the moment ruined, ugh. Why do you do that?” he laughed as you stepped away.

-

You found Cassie and the other girls back at the cabin.

“Hey guys.” You sniffled as you walked to your bed.

“Babe, you were amazing up there! Who knew you could move like that!” Clover cheered.

“You are one hot Mamma!” Nancy giggled.

“Bam, what’s wrong?” Robin asked after you hadn’t really said anything back. She came to sit beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“It’s silly…” tears threatening to run down your cheeks once again.

“Hey, it’s just us." Nancy reached over and touched your hand.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I feel like such an idiot! I did that whole thing to get Eddie’s attention, but he was gone before I even finished dancing.” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at your friends.

“If you ask me, he looked like he was trying to contain himself. Girl, you did that to him with no warning! Hell, even I wanted to jump your bones just watching you.” Robin giggled.

“Really? Do you think so? You don’t think he was mad or put off? I saw his face—he looked annoyed. Like he was uncomfortable. Even earlier, he was cold to me.” You grabbed a tissue and blotted away your blackened tears.

“Nah, Bams, he looked like a man trying not to pop a boner, especially when you touched his thighs! Holy shit, I thought he would blow his load right there.”

Nancy managed to pull a laugh off of you.

“Thanks, guys; I think I'll feel better in the morning.” you sighed and gave them each a hug, then got ready for bed.

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pls do something based on chris’s birthmark / waist… 😭 i cant

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christopher sturniolo x alice reyna (female!oc) summary: chris and alice have been friends for 6 months and dating for 3 months but alice has never noticed his birthmark. warnings: swearing, very suggestive, fluff? word count: 1.5k a/n: this request is kinda vague so i tried my best to work with what i had LMAO. this one is kinda short but i hope u like it <3

not proofread!

It was the first hot day in months and Alice had convinced Chris, Nick and Matt to go to Malibu with her. By the time they arrived at the beach, getting themselves situated on the sand, it was about 6 pm and the heat of the day was beaming down on them.

"Ali," Nick said grabbing Alice's attention and she spun around after laying her towel flat on the ground, "Do you have the sunscreen?"

"Yeah, here," she nodded, grabbing it out of her handbag and throwing the bottle to Nick who quickly started covering himself in the protective liquid. She quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of her face before she slid off her t-shirt and shorts.

"It's so fucking hot," Matt groaned, sliding off his shirt and sitting down on his towel beside Nick. Alice nodded in agreement as Chris took the black cap off of his head, throwing it onto Alice's bag.

"Fuck this. I'm going straight to the water," Alice announced, throwing her phone on top of her bag before she jogged down the beach. Her feet reached the water, the coldness giving her immediate relief and she instantly ran in, the water reaching her shoulders.

She heard a splash behind her and she turned around to see her boyfriend appear from under the water behind her. He shook his head, shaking the water off of his hair like a dog making her raise her hand to avoid water getting in her eyes.

"Hey," Chris said smoothly, swimming towards her as she smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, "You look pretty, ma."

"You look like a wet dog with this hair," she giggled at him, swiping a few pieces of his wet hair off of his face. He once again shook his head, making her face scrunch as she turned away from him, "Asshole."

"You love me," he mumbled, leaning forward and pressing a delicate kiss to her lips making her melt into him. She pushed her feet off of the ocean floor, wrapping her legs around his waist and he moved his hands to hold her up by her thighs.

"You're lucky you're cute because you're a fucking idiot," she mumbled against his lips with a smile making him return the facial expression, squeezing her thighs and she squeaked, "Chris. We're in public."

"How am I supposed to not touch you when you look this good?" he asked rhetorically with a smirk and she rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

She was never truly annoyed with how clingy he was, in fact, she loved it. Whenever they were together, they would be touching in one way or another. Chris always wanted to be close to her, to feel her skin on his. He was like that with his friends, he loved being physically close with anyone he loved and cared about but it was a whole new level with Alice. He couldn't resist squeezing her waist or grabbing her ass, no matter if they were in public or not.

"Alright love birds. Stop fucking in the water," they heard Matt's voice appear beside them and they looked over to see him dip under the water getting his hair wet. Soon enough, Nick joined them in the water and they all swam around until their legs got tired, their arms hurting from splashing heaping amounts of water at each other.

They began walking out of the water and Nick spoke up, "You guys wanna get ice cream?"

"I'm beat. You guys can go," Alice answered tiredly as she walked across the sand.

"I'll come," Matt shrugged to Nick and they all looked at Chris whose mind seemed somewhere else, "Chris?"

"Huh?" he asked, turning to see they were all staring at him.

"You wanna come with me and Nick to get ice cream?" Matt asked, used to his brother zoning out by now and Chris shook his head, stopping right beside his towel.

"I'm tired. I'll wait with Ali," he explained, grabbing the towel off the sand and shaking it off before wrapping it around his shoulders, drying off his hair as best he could.

"You want us to bring any back?" Nick asked, sliding his t-shirt on his torso as Matt slung his t-shirt over his shoulder.

"I'm good," Alice responded and Chris shook his head. Matt and Nick grabbed what they needed before bidding their farewells, promising that they'd be back soon. Alice plopped herself down on her towel, her legs spread out in front of her as she leaned back on her palms.

Her boyfriend decided to push her knees apart and place himself between them, his back to her as he looked out at the sea. Alice smiled at his actions, his clinginess showing once again. She scanned his hair and trailed her eyes along his neck and shoulders. She loved every inch of him but she'd realised she never paid much mind to his back.

Her eyes took in every detail, freckles and all. It was only then that she noticed a round birthmark the size of a bottle cap on his lower back. She leaned forward, taking one of her hands and running her fingertips along the birthmark making him jump.

"I didn't know you had a birthmark," she said softly and he spun around to look at her, a smile on his lips.

"It's how our parents used to tell me and Matt apart when we were babies," he explained and she nodded, her fingertips delicately trailing his flesh raising goosebumps on the skin.

She leaned forward, placing her chin on his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her. She liked that Chris didn't necessarily care about being the big or little spoon, he just wanted to be close to her in any way he could and if that meant he was the little spoon, he was happy as a clam.

"I love you so much," she mumbled, placing a kiss on his shoulder and he leaned his head back on her shoulder, turning his head to meet her lips with his.

"I love you, ma," he smiled against her and she had butterflies on her stomach once again, this moment somehow feeling private and intimate despite the amount of people on the beach with them.

"I love your hair and your eyes. I love your nose, your lips, your jaw," she gently kissed his jaw making his eyes flutter close as he placed his hands on her forearms that were still around his torso, "I love your neck and shoulders and arms. And your hands, god your hands."

He chuckled, opening his eyes to look at her with a love-filled gaze, "You're really gassing me up here."

"I'm not done," she quipped making him smile once again, "I love your chest and your back. I love your waist," she squeezed his sides lightly making him let out a heavy breath, "And your hips. Your thighs are better than mine."

"Not true," he mumbled, his gaze fixated on her face that was illuminated by the sun that was slowly falling closer to the horizon.

"Very true," she retorted making him shake his head, "I never knew I could love a person's legs but here we are. Fuck your feet though. I will never love anyone's feet."

"That's so rude," he frowned at her with a fake pout making her roll her eyes with a smile, "I love your feet."

"That's because your fucking weird," she teased him as she squeezed his waist again making his eye flutter closed.

"I like it when you do that," he whispered, his hard demeanour completely disappearing when it was just the two of them.

"This?" she asked before gripping his waist gently once more and he hummed in response as she bit her lip, "Well we are in public so maybe we'll wait till we're back at yours before you start humping the air."

He whined out of aggravation, opening his eyes to look up at her again, "But it feels nice."

He pouted at her once again and she shook her head, placing another kiss on his lips before saying, "It feels nice because you're horny. I can see you getting hard, baby. I'm not doing it again."

He pursed his lips, grabbing his towel which was behind his back and pulling it over his lap making her giggle.

"I wanna go home now," Chris rolled his eyes and she chuckled at him once again. She decided to tease him a little bit now that the towel was over his lap and she ran her fingertips softly along his waist.

"You're gonna have to wait," she said softly before placing a kiss on his jaw and gripping his waist once again, eliciting a groan from him as he slid down further.

"Fuck you," he frowned up at her and she gave him a sly smirk, kissing his lips gently before looking into his blue eyes being illuminated by the sun.

"Yeah, I know you want to," she giggled before looking up, seeing his brothers approaching them with ice creams in hand, "Pull yourself together. They're back."

[starkeyscvmsock]

About: Y/n knows her best friend of 12 years, JJ Maybank, has feelings for her so she goes out of her way to tease him. Until one day, he snaps.

MDNI, 18!

It started off small.

The lingering looks and touches that lasted a little too long to be classed as friendly. The way he couldn't rip his eyes from me when it was a hot day, the hot Chateau causing sweat beads to drop down my neck that he seemed transfixed by when my hair was up. It only took me 12 years to realise my best friend, the notorious play boy JJ Maybank, had feelings for me.

I don't like seeing people in pain, no, not at all. But I like the strained look on JJ's face when I mean to bend over a little longer than necessary when picking something up from the floor. Or how his fist clenches when I lick a long line up my ice pop when the weather calls for one. That's why I decided that we should play a little game, one that he didn't know we were playing. I would tease him, play with him until he snapped and either walked off because he couldn't handle it anymore or he would take an even bigger sip of his drink or puff of his joint, whichever poison he'd chosen for the day, hoping to clear his thoughts of black hair and teasing smiles.

I was just waiting for the day that he would finally snap and take me. Show me how much he wants me.

I started our little game on the day of a bonfire at the beach. I had been walking around in nothing but a bikini top and shorts, the humidity of the day and the crackling fire causing many girls to do the same, not being able to handle the unbearable heat. JJ was in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks, droplets of salt water falling down his shining torso from the surf he had returned from only moments ago. "Hey JJ," I smiled as I approached him, noticing the way his gaze perused my body and the tips of his fingers turn white as he clenched the neck of the beer bottle he was holding.

"Y/n, hey. Didn't know you were coming today, Kiara said you weren't feeling so good" he asked with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Oh, I'm fine now, was just a little run down this morning" I shrugged as I flashed him one of my smiles that no one could resist, hopefully my best friend too. Truth is, I was still feeling a little under the weather, my head aching a little. But a little headache wasn't going to stop me playing this game with my unsuspecting opposition. "Oh, great. Wanna smoke, I bought some with me" JJ grinned, his dimples on display on his golden tanned cheeks, a hint of pink from the heat.

"Um duh," I laughed. "But first I need a little help with something" I said as I stepped a little closer to him, my feet digging into the sand. "Uh, yeah of course. What do you need?" He asked. I dug into the back pocket of my shorts, fishing out my little bottle of sunscreen that I had already applied. "I forgot to put this on, and I really don't want to burn but I can't reach my back. Help a girl out?" I fluttered my lashes and held out the bottle to him. "Yeah. Yeah, sure" he cleared his throat and stuck his beer bottle into the sand before standing up straight.

A vein protruded on his forehead as he stared the bottle down as if there was a snake inside, ready to launch itself at him. "Ok then" I grinned as I placed the bottle in his hands and turned away from him. I lifted my hair from my neck, tantalisingly slow as I took a small step back, feeling the heat radiating from him on my back. "Um, ahem, just your back yeah?" He asked as I heard the lid pop open and the sound of it squirting into his hands. "Mhm" I smiled at him over my shoulder.

I winced a little at the cold feeling of the lotion was placed on my back, but it soon became soothing as JJ's large hands rubbed it in, spreading from my shoulders down to the dimples at the bottom of my back. His cold ring would scratch my skin now and then, making me painfully aware of his touch. Looking back, perhaps that game was played by him, as I'm sure he wasn't the main one affected by his hands on me.

The second round of our game was when we had snuck into one of the many vacant properties on the island. We had all decided to split up and see if we could find anything interesting but with my game plan in mind, I had decided to tag along with JJ. Only, when we heard the sound of heavy footfalls and a security dog barking, I had grabbed his shirt and dragged him into a small closet with him. I almost wanted to thank the security for almost busting our chops as my back plastered to his front, his warm breath tickling my neck as I lay my head back on his chest.

"Cosy, huh?" I smirked as I heard the footsteps and pattering of the dog's claws on the hardwood floor getting further and further away from the closet. I leant forward, peeking through the closet door that was cracked open an inch, arching my back and pressing my ass further into his body, into the bulge in his thin shorts that I could feel hardening by the second. A satisfactory smirk fell across my face when I heard his breath hitch and his hand graze the bare skin of my thigh. I waited for his hand to move, to reach under my sun dress and show me how much I affected him. I suppose I'll never know if he would've as Pope came and yanked the closet door open, sighing in relief when he saw us in there, before exclaiming that we had to get out of there. JJ couldn't look at me for the rest of the night.

The third round was during a night we were all smoking, even Pope. Kiara and Pope had fallen asleep as we lay out on the H.M.S. Pogue while John B had been inside for a few minutes, rifling around the cupboard for snacks. I had pulled JJ over to me, asking him if he'd ever shotgunned before. When he had warily shook his head, I laced my fingers through the soft hair at the back of his head, pulling him close to me. I took a long puff of the joint I had rolled before inching even closer to him; one small movement and our lips would touch. I bought my hand up to his face, the whole time his face strained, and his eyes glazed over. I used my thumb to open his mouth slightly before blowing the smoke into his mouth.

He had inhaled it before tilting his head the side, his breathing becoming heavier. His tongue peeked out to wet his now dry lips, and I almost jumped when I felt his tongue flick over my lip from our proximity, gone before I could even tell it was there. "I've got cheetos and twinkies!" John B yelled as he came barrelling out of the house. I pulled away and looked over at JJ, his chest rising up and down faster than normal and his jaw clenched. Checkmate baby, round three complete.

Round four was when JJ almost snapped, I almost cracked his façade and had him right where I wanted him. We were at the Chateau, drinking with a couple of other Pogues when one of them had the bright idea to play truth or dare. "Y/n" Stacey, one of the girls from maths class had slurred. "I dare you to do a body shot off of the hottest guy in the room" she giggled. Feeling a little tipsy, but not drunk enough to not realise an opportunity when one presented itself to me, I tapped my finger on my chin and scanned the room as if I was looking or the right candidate. "Ok" I shrugged as if I had finally come to a conclusion on who I was going to choose.

"JJ, you're gonna need to lay down" I smirked as I poured the tequila into a shot glass without looking up. "M-me?" he stammered as his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes, you" I laughed before I looked to the other guys sitting beside him on the couch. "You two, up" I ordered as I walked around the table. "Are you sure? I mea-" I cut JJ off, "Yes, I'm sure stupid. Now lay down" I ordered again. "Oh, and take off your shirt" I smiled. He did as I said, revealing his chiselled torso before laying down on the small couch, one leg straight over the armrest while the other stayed on the floor.

I zoned everyone out, situating myself between his legs as his fist clenched, his abs flexing as he looked down at me. I bought my hair over to one side and stared into his eyes as I licked a long strip up his torso. I revelled in the fact that I felt his hips flex under me and the sight of his eyes squeezing closed for not even a second before they opened to watch me again. I poured the salt on the strip of saliva I had just created and placed the shot glass carefully over his belly button. "Open wide" I grinned, feeling satisfaction slither down my spine as he instantly obeyed, opening his mouth so that I could place the lime wedge on them.

Finally, I licked the salt up the same path I had created earlier before placing my lips around the rim of the shot glass, seeing JJ's pulse point flutter on his neck as I did so before I threw my head back and felt the burn of the liquor seep down my throat. Leaving no time to waste, I took my lips off the shot glass and moved up his body, placing my hand on his hot heaving chest before I lowered my mouth to his, sucking the juice from the slice of lime. Once the juice had finished, I took the wedge out of his mouth but kept my mouth lowered, flicking my tongue on the droplet of juice that had began to trickle down his jaw, licking it up before sucking it into my mouth.

"Fuck, y/n, I-" JJ cut himself off as I stayed hovered over him, his eyes never left mine looking into them as if he could see every thought racing through my mind. His fingers flexed and I hadn't even realised that at some point through that, his hand had made it's way to my hip, his grip strong as his fingers dug into me, absently pulling me closer to him. His head tilted up just an inch, and I was ready to forget everything, lay it all out on the table and take him right there and going from the look on his face it seemed as though he felt the same. "Well, that was hot" Kiara laughed as our bubble popped and everything zoned back in around me. And there we had it, round four was over and who had won that one? I didn't think I liked the answer to that.

That bought us to round 5. One that I wouldn't know when or how to start but with the way JJ was looking with his white top accentuating his muscles and the blue jeans hugging his narrow waist, I knew something had to give. He stood with JJ and Pope by the edge of the makeshift dancefloor that Stacey had moved her couches to create as bodies danced and swayed. Me and KIara stood by the makeshift bar, pouring liquor into our red solo cups. "So, when are you two going to admit it?" the sound of her voice pulled me out of my ogling, causing me to spill a little bit of vodka over my hand as I finally pulled my gaze away from JJ.

"What do you mean?" I asked, as I used a napkin to wipe the spillage, unaware of what she could be talking about. "Don't play dumb, Y/n. I don't know about dumb and dumber over there but I've noticed the way you and JJ look at each other. You like each other and, honestly, I am like so freakin' here for it" she laughed as she watched my bewildered face.

"JJ needs someone to put him in his place and you? You need someone that will care for you as much as you care for them" she paused with a small smile on her face. "And if there's one thing I know about JJ, it's that he cares. For you more than anyone else I'm sure of it" her words hit me and as I looked to JJ, his head tipped back with laughter, his eyes bright and beautiful, I knew one thing. The game had been rigged the whole time, I was the one having my heart strings played with.

"Now, I'm sorry about this but, it has to be done" Kiara smiled. "What?" I looked to her in confusion but yelped as she poured all of her drink down the front of my white shirt. "Oh my God!" she fake gasped as JJ, John B and Pope ran over. "I am just such a klutz" she said as I stared down at the front of my shirt, aware that it was quickly becoming see through. "JJ! Take her upstairs and help her dry this, I'm sure there'll be a hair dryer or something" Kiara didn't give us a chance to respond before she pushed us both towards the stairs. "You don't have to-" I didn't get to finish my sentence before JJ grabbed my arm and yanked me up the stairs. "Quick, come on" he said as we passed passed out teens and making out teens and oh, vomiting teens. "Why the hurry?" I panted as we finally reached a room at the end of the hall after JJ had practically made us run here. "Your top, it's uh, ahem" he didn't look anywhere but at the bed as I closed the door behind us, shrouding us in darkness. "Didn't want anyone to see" he mumbled as he took his cap off, throwing it onto the bed before running his hand through his messed-up hair. "Oh" I said as I flicked on the light switch before looking down, noticing that my red bra was on clear display as well as my tanned skin, the fabric of my top now clinging to me like a second skin.

I peeled it over my head before stalking over to JJ, my step slow and deliberate. His eyes stayed locked on the bed that he was stood beside, as if when he looked away the world would implode. The world wouldn't but if he didn't look at me I just might. I dropped the top onto the bed, beside his cap as I heard him huff out a large breath of air, his eyes now closed and jaw clenched. "You gonna help me dry off?" I whispered as I placed my hand on his jaw, helping him to slowly look towards me until finally he was facing me, his eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes JJ" I said, my voice quiet as I stroked my fingers across the sharp ridge of his jaw. "I can't. We can't, you're my best friend" he breathed out, his fists flexing down by his side. "Best friends take care of each other, let me take care of you" by the time I had finished speaking, his eyes had finally peeled open, and he looked at me, not straying any lower than my eyes. "You can look at me JJ" although he was already looking at me, he knew what I meant. I took his large hands in mine and placed them on my bare waist, his warm hands soothing on my cold skin. He took a deep breath before finally looking down at my chest, my red lace bra now soaking and sticking to my skin.

I lifted my hands, laying them on the clasps of my bra and ready to undo them when suddenly JJ was yanking my arms down and pulling me to him so our chests were plastered together. "No," he breathed out as he ripped my arms forward. "If we're doing this, we're doing it my way" it's like a switch had been flipped, his eyes unsure and wary only moments ago, now full of fire and dominance. "Take your shorts off and get on the bed" he ordered. My breath stuttered in my throat but I quickly did what he said, my hands racing to pop open the button and drag down the zipper as JJ tossed the wet top and his cap off the bed, clearing the space for me. For us.

I lay on the bed and I didn't wait long before JJ knelt on the edge of the bed, pulling his top over the top of his bed before crawling over to me. "You think I didn't know, don't you?" he smirked as he finally leant over me, I looked up at him, a pounding in my heart and just as hard between my legs. "You thought you were seducing poor, pining JJ, the one that had no control when you would leave him hard for hours, wishing he had your cunt, your mouth, your hands to easy the aching I had for you" he chuckled, and my heartbeat picked up, scared of this patronising JJ, but God, so so turned on.

"But really," he began as he snaked his hand around me, popping open the clasps of my bra with ease before pulling it off completely. He stared down at my breasts for a moment, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he took in my hard, pebbled nipples begging to be touched by him. "But really, I had the power" he continued. "You came to ME, you left me hard and aching, yes that's true, but you ached and wanted me just as bad didn't you?" he reached up and when his fingers finally closed around my nipple, I breathed out a sigh of relief. Like a starved man, he took my other breast into his mouth and sucked on it, hard. I let out a small yelp, threading my fingers through his hair as hi flicked his tongue around the peak and twisted the other between his long cruel fingers.

He pulled away, leaving my chest heaving, as he looked down at my body, taking in my heaving chest, my clenching thighs and my lips that stayed parted, trying to steal back the oxygen he seemed to have stolen from my body. "God, you're beautiful" he breathed out as he trailed his hand down my torso. When he reached my panties, he looked into my eyes as if for a sign of permission. "Please" I pleaded, earning a devilish smirk from him as he peeled my panties down my legs. Kiara had only spilt her drink down my top, but she might as well have pointed a hose filled with drink between my legs from the wetness I felt between them.

"You're soaking, made a real mess of your panties, didn't you Y/n?" he chuckled as he spread my legs, nestling in between them. "Didn't you?" he repeated, punctuating his question with a slap to the inside of my thigh, making a yelp slip from my lips. "Yes! Yes" I whimpered. "Let me have a taste baby" he breathed out as he lowered himself slowly to my aching core. His fingers were digging into my thighs, keeping them apart as my hips flexed, needing his mouth on me.

After what felt like eternity, his tongue dipped out and licked a long stripe up my folds, collecting the wetness that he had caused. JJ's eyes rolled to the back of his head and a groan rumbled out of his throat as his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes snapped open, pinning me with his ocean blue eyes as he pulled me even closer, something I had deemed an impossible task. "You're going to be the death of me" he grumbled before diving back in, sucking, licking biting. His nose nudged my clit as his tongue ravaged inside of me. My hips bucked off the bed and my hands clawed at his hair, the feeling he created something I had never felt before. "Fuck, JJ" I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut and back bowing. The moan that left his throat vibrated against my core.

One of his hands clawed at my breast, his fingers greedy and desperate as the other pinned down my hips. His tongue made circles inside of me, before retreating and sucking hard on my clit, the light pinch of his teeth against me shattered me. "I'm going to- fuck, I-I'm coming" I groaned out as my mouth dropped open. White hot heat travelled from my curling toes, up my legs that were thrown over JJ's shoulders and to my core. "That's right baby" he groaned as he helped me ride out my wave, slowing down his actions.

I panted, spent and hot as JJ rose over me before cradling my face in his hands. "You amaze me" he whispered. I smirked as I flipped him over, shocking him and relishing in the look of surprise on his beautiful face. "Oh, we're playing like that?" he smirked as he rested his hands on my waist. I leant down to whisper in his ear, "Don't forget who would leave you aching and hard when you were pining over me" I smirked before running my tongue down his jaw and neck, stopping every now and then to softly bite him. "You drive me crazy and you know it" I could hear the smirk in his voice as he tilted his head to the side, making it easier for me to tease his neck with my lips and teeth. "Let me show you how crazy you make me" I breathe out, the material of his jeans underneath me, sore on my sensitive core. I pulled back, looking in his eyes and I slowly pulled the zipper down, smirking when e both raise our hips in unison so that I can pull them down and eventually off. My smirk falls when I look down, his cock hard and angry, the precum leaking out of the pink tip only the cusp of what's aching to get out. "Scared, cupcake?" I can hear the tease of his voice.

"I can handle you" I say, before yelping as he flips me back over, trapping me beneath him as he lifts the underside of my knees, wrapping them around his waist. "I know you can baby, now be a good girl and take all of me" he smirks. Before a retort can leave my mouth, a gasp does as he slowly inches his way inside of me, the wetness of my previous orgasm helping me accommodate the fact that he's stretching me. "Ohh, fuck" I whine, my stomach tensing as he still brings himself closer, not even all the way in yet. "Relax baby, I'll make you feel real good, don't worry" he breathes out as he looks down to where we're joined, entranced by the sight of himself sliding inside of me. "Fuck, you're so tight" he huffs out a breath as he finally bottoms out. He looks up into my eyes before slowly retreating and bringing himself back again, his slow thrusts hitting a spot inside of me that's never been touched before. "So" he hisses, hitting an extra hard thrust, "fucking" another harder thrust, "good" he speaks through his gritted teeth before grabbing my hips and speeding up, the sound of our wet skin smacking together an erotic sound I never want to leave my head. "Shit JJ" I groan, my head digging into the pillows beneath me as I throw my head back. JJ takes the action as an opportunity as he latches onto my neck, his teeth sinking into me, the feeling shooting down to my core as he licks and bites the underside of my jaw.

"I'm close" I breathe out as my hips rais to meet his thrusts. A yelp escapes me as he retreats from my body before flipping me over and tugging my hair back before slamming back into me. "Come on baby, take me. All of me, that's it good girl" he grits out into my ear as his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass that he's pounding into. "JJ" I mean as his long fingers move from my hair and slowly circling my throat, applying the right amount of pressure to make my toes curl and make my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Come with me, together baby" he groans as his hips stutter and his breath skates over my shoulder before I feel his warm release coating my insides. For the second time tonight, stars dance across my vision and my mouth drops open in silent pleasure.

Small whimpers and groans leave JJ's mouth, playing by my ear before my head drops and my body goes limp, JJ's chest rising and down above me. "You ok?" He whispers as he pushes my hair out of my face. "I'm ok" I smile, mustering up all of my energy to flip myself over so that I'm on my back. "Y/n?" I look over at JJ who's lying beside me leaning on his elbow, his hair messy from my greedy fingers, his cheeks pink and a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah?" I smile up at him. He leans over and kisses my forehead, each of my eyes, my nose and finally, after 12 years, his lips rest on mine and we kiss, the sparks inside my body coming to life.

"I love you."

[homunculus-argument]

Hi, I just saw the post where you said you found a sunscreen that doesn't feel gross. Please tell me what it is, because I hate sunscreen for the same reason 😄

Also, one thing I do is (but I think that it kinda takes away the efficiency of the sunscreen 🤔😅) like, when I go to the beach or swimming pool, I wet my body first, then I apply the sunscreen and let it airdry naturally.

The smell of the sunscreen doesn't bother me, but I get deeply uncomfortable with how greasy my skin gets, and it's especially bad on hot days (just when we need it the most)

Ps.: sorry for any mistakes, english is not my native language <3

Änglamark water resistant sun stick. Not sure whether they sell it anywhere else in the world outside of nordics.

[kylianswifey]

Beach House - Kylian Mbappe X reader

Summary:

Hey can you write one where they’re on vacation with the kids

The sun was beating down on the sandy beach as Kylian and Y/N sat watching their children play in the waves. They had been married for four years now, and these family vacations were the only time they really got to relax and enjoy each other's company without the pressures of Kylian's career as a famous football player. It was important to them to have these moments together as a family, and they cherished every second of it.

Y/D/N was three years old now and had the most beautiful curly hair that bounced as she ran in and out of the waves, splashing water everywhere. Y/S/N was only one year old and sat contently in the sand, playing with his toys and watching his big sister play.

Kylian and Y/N sat side by side, holding hands and watching their children with big smiles on their faces. They had rented a beautiful beach house for the week, and it was the perfect setting for their family vacation.

"Look at them," Y/N said, nudging Kylian with her elbow. "They're having so much fun."

Kylian grinned. "I know, right? This is what it's all about."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the moment and each other's company. But it wasn't long before Y/D/N came running up to them, dripping wet and covered in sand.

"Mama, papa, come play with me!" she exclaimed, tugging at their hands.

Kylian and Y/N exchanged a glance and smiled, knowing they couldn't resist their daughter's infectious energy.

"Okay, let's go!" Kylian said, standing up and hoisting Y/D/N up onto his shoulders.

Y/N grabbed Y/S/N's hand and they all made their way back into the water. For the next few hours, they played and splashed and laughed together, enjoying every moment of their time on the beach.

Suddenly, Y/D/N ran up to them, excitedly tugging on her father's arm. "Daddy, Daddy! Can we go swimming again?" she pleaded.

Kylian chuckled, "Of course, princess. But first, we need to put on some sunscreen so we don't get burnt."

The family quickly applied sunscreen and headed back down to the water. Kylian held Y/D/N's hand, while Y/N carried Y/S/N in her arms. They waded into the water, and Kylian began teaching his daughter how to swim.

"Kick your legs, princess. And move your arms like this," he instructed, demonstrating the proper technique.

Y/D/N giggled and tried to imitate her father, splashing around in the shallow water. Y/N watched them fondly, enjoying the moment of family bonding.

As the sun began to set, they made their way back up to the beach house, exhausted but happy. Y/N cooked dinner while Kylian put the kids to bed, and then they sat out on the deck, sipping wine and watching the stars.

"This is perfect," Y/N said, leaning her head on Kylian's shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, it is. I love you."

"I love you too," she said, turning her head to look up at him.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. But soon, they began to talk about their dreams and aspirations for the future, laughing and joking as they shared their hopes and fears with each other.

It wasn't long before Kylian stood up and took Y/N's hand. "Dance with me," he said, grinning.

She laughed and stood up, allowing him to lead her in a slow dance on the deck. They swayed together, wrapped up in each other's arms, as the night grew darker around them.

"This is everything I ever wanted," Kylian whispered in Y/N's ear.

"Me too," she replied, tears welling up in her eyes.

They continued to dance for a while longer, until the night grew late and they were both tired. They retired to their room, curling up together in bed, holding each other close as they drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, they woke up to the sound of their children laughing and playing in the living room. They smiled at each other, knowing that this was the life they had always dreamed of.

As they made breakfast together, Kylian and Y/N talked about their plans for the day. They decided to take the kids to the local amusement park, knowing that they would all have a blast together.

[imagining-in-the-margins]

☀️ CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge 🏖

The following are prompts including the theme of Summer! Reader, Original Character, Character/Character ships, Gen/Platonic fics are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

☀️ Generic Prompts ☀️

Everyone looks better in a sundress.

Character doesn't know how to swim.

Characters A and B cuddle in a hammock.

The team has a (MASSIVE) family barbecue.

The BAU has a pool party at Rossi's vacation home.

The sun makes Characters sleepy, so they take a nap.

Characters A and B have a picnic (it goes well/wrong).

Character shows up in swimwear that no one expected.

Character A suffers heatstroke and B takes care of them.

Character A teases B about needing to practice CPR at the pool party.

Character A never loved B more than when they ran through the sprinklers.

The air conditioning broke and Characters try to find creative ways to cool off.

Characters A and B go berry picking together (and enjoy the fruits of their labor).

It's Character's first time camping and they weren't prepared for how cold it gets on summer nights.

Character A lectures B on the importance of sunscreen, yet freezes when they are asked to help apply it.

The BAU is a group of very serious FBI agents. They take their water gun/balloon fights very seriously.

The couple thought their vacation would be a chance to get away from the BAU, but the resort town they're staying in turns out to have an unsub in it.

Character helps their child with their first entrepreneurial venture... a lemonade stand. They weren't expecting half the damn FBI to show up.

Character A’s wide-brimmed hat flew right off their head and into a tree. B helps them get it down.

Anything else you can think of!

☀️ Dialogue Prompts ☀️

"It's like Hotch at the beach."

"Come on in, the water's fine."

"It's so hot but I am so touch starved."

"... How did you even get that tan line?"

“Yes, the sunburn is as bad as it looks.”

"Oh my god, do I hear the ice cream truck?"

"Next Summer, we're doing the Alaskan cruise."

"It's a million degrees outside, why are you in the hot tub?"

(sarcastic) “Feels just like the summer camps of my youth.”

"I am staying hydrated. All of my drinks are iced." "That does not count."

"There is no shame in using a pool floatie." "Yes, there is. I'm shaming you."

“You look hot.” “Thank you!” “No, I mean literally… I think you’re overheating.”

(lying) "My phone doesn't work on the beach. Must be the signal or something..."

☀️ Character Specific Prompts ☀️

Spencer: He learned from the last time a beautiful person pulled him into a pool.

Spencer: He has a degree in engineering. How can he be defeated by a sandcastle?

Spencer: "I don't really like the beach... Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull feces.”

Luke: Reader loves to go to the dog beach to look at cute puppies. A dog named Roxy takes special interest in them.

Tara/Emily: “And what did you do with your summer vacation, Emily Prentiss?”

☀️ NSFW Prompts ☀️ 18+ ONLY ☀️

Character gets caught skinny dipping.

Character A can't get out of the water after seeing B.

Sex on the beach is so much worse than everyone said.

Character A can't deal with how much B loves popsicles/ice cream cones.

It's too hot to wear clothes at home, so Character walks around in their underwear.

Character A finally convinces B to go to the beach with them. Turns out it's a nude beach.

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[originalgenshinscenarios]

Hello there! I humbly ask for Lisa, Eula, Kujou Sara, and a fourth of your choice, beach HC's with their S/O because I'm literally melting in this weather and would like to look at something nice before i turn to liquid

Okay I decided to scratch my first come first served rule just because I wanted to throw Nilou in here and I was DYING to write for her (legit I can't find any Nilou x reader content SMH)

Lisa, Eula, Sara and Nilou on the beach with their S/O

Reader here is gender neutral

Tw: few somewhat suggestive comments (Lisa), alcohol mention (Eula)

Lisa

You know her, you didn't even need to finish your sentence and she agreed immediately to come to the beach.

Relaxing with you by her side while listening to calming sounds of the ocean was truly a paradise.

AND on top of that she gets to see you in a swimsuit, there is literally no reason for her to refuse.

She was quickly ready to go, and of course she had to impress you with her own choice of swimwear as well.

Although she wasn't doing much swimming, she preferred a good nap under the shade. But if you asked her to, she would come with you for a few minutes to cool off. Still the two of you didn't spend evey single second together.

So, if you happened to leave Lisa alone for a longer time it was very likely to get hit on. At first she'd politely shoo anyone away, but you already know what happened to the persistent types. After all, if there is something to fear it's Lisa who lost her patience.

And she'd gladly tell you that story. Mostly to calm herself down. But after talking to you she quickly forgets about it since just looking at you makes her thoughts go back to a better place~

Eula

She didn't feel the heat as badly as you did, but she'd be lying if she said that she was against the idea of going to the beach.

She was looking forward to also trying some drinks at a bar. After all: you need to hydrate yourself. Especially during weather like this.

Thankfully the ridiculous beach prizes weren't so encouraging, so she didn't drink too much.

So after that refreshing start you decided to have usual beach fun. The cold water was almost like a blessing.

If you splash her, you know that she will fight back. Even if your splash is gentle- you just started a war. One that she will win.

And it was clear how much fun she was having, although she wouldn't admit half of it. "It was just a nice way to cool off, nothing more nothing less" kind of excuse.

You knew the truth though, but you decided to not make her uncomfortable by teasing her and pushing her to admit to it.

Still you couldn't resist small comments here and there, thankfully she didn't mind.

Kujou Sara

She pretended the heat wasn't getting to her, shielding herself from the sun with her wings but it wasn't much help since her wings being cooked by the sun wasn't a pleasant feeling either.

She was stubborn, claiming that she doesn't need a break. But you managed to eventually convince her. After all, if not to cool off, she can't say no to a regular date with you right?

You didn't know why she was avoiding it so much, and she didn't want to tell you either. She quickly got adjusted to your plans though.

When you got there she was feeling spending the time more actively. So running along the shore, swimming. Literally anything but sitting still. At least for the start.

Since with how hot it was, the idea of just sitting and doing nothing just seemed like you're going to be tortured by the sun.

Be it volleyball, swimming or just running she just wanted to do something. No matter what you ended up doing, she wasn't going all out on it.

It was all just casual fun. And watching her enjoy herself was amazing. She still had that focused look on her face that is so intimidating (and charming) yet when she spoke you could tell that she was relaxed.

Nilou

In general during such hot weather she made it clear how important it was to hydrate yourself often as well as apply sunscreen. So she reminded you both of such every once in a while whenever you were exposed to the sun for a longer time.

She was also suffering from that heat, so she was surprised she didn't come up with the beach idea herself! She had a lot of ways to battle the hot weather but in the end a date with you is something she just can't refuse.

While you were on your way some of her merchant friends insisted to give her "a few" items... But at least it was something you could use on the beach so you didn't have to go home to put everything away, such a nice coincidence...

Compared to how much stuff she usually gets it was pretty light this time. So you didn't have to suffer the heat with heavy luggage on top of that.

Even with that few interruptions and delay, you finally made it to the beach and Nilou almost immediately took your hand and the two of you went for a swim as soon as you placed everything down.

It was just so hot, walking to the beach was only making her look forward to swimming even more.

Her smile when she finally felt the refreshing cold water was to die for. She had a lot of fun swimming. And when she looked carefully she saw a few pretty shells. So she ended up picking them throughout your beach day. She didn't do anything with them exactly, but it was always something to remind her of this fun day with you.

~Mod Lisa

[solarisstyles]

MS. HONEY: FIELD DAY

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: tooth rotting fluff!, mentions of heights, kissing Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

*please like and reblog to help your local fic writers*

Dear Parents, 

 This coming up Wednesday will be the lower school’s day for Field Day! We plan on having a lot of activities for your kids to do and a day full of FUN! Most of our time will be spent outside so I’ve written up a list of things your child should bring or have done at home before they come to school.

What to Wear:

School T-shirt

Tennis Shoes or Athletic Sandals (No Flip Flops please!)

Hat (Optional but it will be hot outside!)

Sunscreen

*boys may wear swim trunks for their bottoms* 

What to Bring:

Towel

Full change of clothes(Don’t forget socks and undies)

Lunch

A plastic bag for dirty/wet clothes

We will eat lunch in the classroom and change into dry clothes after our water activities. 

We’re going to have some SWEET fun!

-Ms.Honey

- - - - - - - - -

Harry immediately texted you after Gemma showed him the Field Day note, demanding that he be put down as a volunteer.

You laughed at the text, images of an overly excited Harry bouncing throughout your head when you read it. You assured him that he would be first on the list as her class helper. Ten minutes later Harry’s face lit up your phone screen as he called you. An amused smile curved your lips as you answered, “Hello?”

“I’m annoyed.” he instantly huffed.

Your immediate reaction was to laugh but you held it together, “Why are you annoyed?”

“Gemma wants to volunteer too.” he grumbled.

The pout was evident in his tone and you couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re annoyed that Gemma wants to volunteer for her son’s class?” you asked.

“Well…no. It’s not just Gemma.” he sighed, rubbing his chin.

“Who else?” you inquired.

“Brad and Lloyd too. They are all magically free this Wednesday.”

“Well that’s lovely! The more help the better!” you cheerfully replied.

His response could only be described as a five year old throwing a tantrum. “But I don’t wanna share!”

You laughed, much to his dismay. It caused him to pout even more and sigh. “That's just more people you have to give your attention to, that isn’t me. And I don’t want my sister and friends to interfere with that.”

It was adorable honestly that he wanted all of your attention. And you knew it was killing him that he had to wait till the end of the school year to officially get all of it. If you had it your way, you’d throw all caution to the wind and give it to him. It was hard to resist those big green eyes that held so much warmth and care.

“Harry, have I ever told you how adorable you are?” you asked, feeling an insane amount of endearment for him.

Harry’s mood drastically shifted from annoyed to shy, “Well… no…” he answered with a soft giggle. His cheeks were the brightest red from blushing, unable to stop himself from smiling.

“Well, you are. I adore that you want all of my attention and I want you to know that if I could then I would give it all to you without a second thought. In only a few short months you’ll have my full undivided attention. So much of it that you’ll get sick of it. I’m so excited to meet you other friends. I know the class will have a blast with all of you. And don’t worry, you’ll still be first on my list.” you couldn’t help but tease him a little bit. He was fun to tease and it was only fair since he enjoyed teasing you too.

“Good” he softly said with a big smile.

“Do you feel better now?” The softness of your voice helped further soothe him. Harry knew he could be a bit…much to handle sometimes. His Mom always encouraged him to express himself and sometimes he had some big feelings to express that some people can’t handle.

He nodded even though you couldn’t see him, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you asked, confused as to why he was apologizing.

“Oh, um…for getting jealous like that. It’s not really my place to get that way.” he explained, swallowing nervously.

Smiling sweetly at him, you couldn’t help but shake your head, “It’s okay Harry. Seriously. I’ll see you on Wednesday okay?” you reassuringly said.

“Of course. Have a good night Honey.”

“You too Harry.”

- - - - - - - -

When the day came, the school was buzzing with activity. There was a giant blow up water slide in the field, obstacle course games were being set up, teachers and staff were moving about to make sure everything was getting ready.

Volunteers began to show up as kids were being dropped off, going to their kid’s classroom to get the day's instructions from the teacher. Harry, along with Gemma, and his brothers all walked in with Arlo who was excited to show off his cool drawings and play games all day with his friends. 

“Welcome in you guys!” You greeted, walking up to the group. Harry smiled at you and pulled you in for a hug and a sneaky kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning.” he whispered, about melting into you when you hugged him back.

“Good morning Mr.Honey.” you whispered back. You hadn’t mentioned the name to Harry since he had lunch with you but judging by the giggle he gave in response and the blush on his cheeks, he loved the way it sounded on your lips.

“Harry, are you gonna introduce us?” Brad asked, one hand resting on his hip in a sassy stance and holding a starbucks cup.

Rolling his eyes, Harry turned so you were tucked into his side, his arm resting around your shoulder. “Honey, this is Brad.” he motioned to the tall, built man that had just spoken. “And this is Lloyd.” gesturing to the equally as tall man next to him.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you two! I’ve heard great things about you both.” Giving them a small wave and a smile.

Brad smiled at Harry, then back to you, “Oh, we’ve heard great things about you too.” He said, earning an elbow to the ribs from Lloyd, “OW!” he yelped, glaring over at his best friend.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, shaking his head and gave you a warm smile as well, “Sorry about him. We usually leave him in the car.”

Brad gave him a faux dumbfounded look, making you laugh. “No worries. You guys are actually my only volunteers today. There’s only seven kids in here so don’t worry I’m not going to overwhelm you.”

They all nodded, seemingly happy with the idea of having the class to themselves for the day.

“They’re letting two classes at a time outside so it’s not as overwhelming. I’ll need you all to help make sure everyone’s on their best behavior, having fun, and keep the stations functionable for the next group that will come after us.” they all nodded once more and mumbled their agreement of understanding.

While your class waited to go outside, you turned off the lights and put on a disney movie for the kids to watch. Looking around the room, you noticed to much of your amusement you saw Harry, Gemma, Brad, and Lloyd just as entranced by the movie as the kids were. Pulling your phone out of your purse you sneakily took a photo to send to Harry later. They looked like they fit right in with your kids and you knew today was going to be fun.

By time the movie was over it was time to line up and go outside. The kids were bouncing in their assigned line spots, chattering about what they were gonna do first when they got outside. The moment you pushed open the door that led to the field they all took off running, eager to join the other class outside.

You watched in pure amusement as Gemma, Brad, and Lloyd also took off to have fun as well. Harry hung back with you though, hanging out in the shade. “You gonna join the fun?” you asked, looking over at him.

He shrugged, looking over to you, “I will in a minute. I want to watch my friends get jumped by a bunch of five year olds.” he smirked.

You laughed, shaking your head, “That’s evil.”

“I like to call it karma for our younger years.” bumping his shoulder with your own, he made his way over to a bucket of water balloons, handing them out to kids.

You stood there and admired him, watching how he effortlessly charmed the kids he interacted with. Even the shyest of kids seemed drawn to him. You understood why though. Harry just had this safe feeling about him.

Making your way across the field to the water slide, you helped students off of it, cheering them on when they would slide down. Looking to your left, you noticed a nervous Gemma standing at the end of the slide, looking up. Following her line of vision, you saw Arlo climbing up the slide. “You okay there?” you asked her.

Not looking away from her son, she nodded. “He hates heights. He’s never liked being up high. He wouldn’t stop whining about going down the slide though.” her voice wavered some as she ranted.

“He’ll be okay Gemma.” you tried to assure her.

Arlo reached the top of the slide, crawling on his knees to the edge he would slide down then froze. The height of the slide had been horribly miscalculated in his head. The drop was a lot longer than it had looked from the ground.

You watched as he froze and began to back away from the edge till his back was pressed against the nylon material. “Uh, oh…” you muttered.

“Arlo!” Gemma nervously called up to him. “You’ve gotta come down Bub!” she forced a smile to try and hide how terrified she was. There was only one way down from this slide and she didn’t know what she was going to do if Arlo didn’t eventually come down.

Arlo shook his head, curling in on himself some as his classmates shook the slide going down it, scaring him further.

Noticing the situation escalating, you moved around the slide, stopping more students from climbing up and redirecting them to other activities, “When our friend comes down I’ll let you guys slide some more.” you said guiding them away.

Harry had noticed the redirection from across the field and jogged over to Gemma, “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked.

“Arlo’s at the top of the slide and won’t come down.” Gemma rushed to say, her chest heaving some in slight panic.

Placing a calming hand on Gemma’s shoulder, he squeezed it, “I’ll go up and get him.” he said, making his way around to you. “I’m here to retrieve the child.” he said, saluting you.

Shaking your head, you stepped aside, “Good luck!” you called to him as he ascended up the ladder.

When Harry got to the top of the slide, he smiled at Arlo who was tucked into a corner, “Hey Bub. You okay?” he asked, scooting over to him.

Arlo shook his head, refusing to meet Harry’s eyes.

“Hey, look at me.” he gently instructed. 

It took him a few minutes but Arlo eventually looked up to Harry, his brown eyes big with fear.

“I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you. I know it’s scary but we have to go down the slide. Do you want to sit on my lap and we can both slide down together?” Harry asked.

He could see the figurative gears turning in Arlo’s head before getting a tentative nod, slowly uncurling his body from the corner he’d tucked himself in. Crawling into Harry’s open arms who sighed in relief.

Harry sat there for a moment and held Arlo before moving to sit on the edge of the slide. He situated Arlo on his lap and looked down the slide. Brad and Lloyd now stood next to a panicking Gemma who was looking up at him.

“You can do this Arlo!” he heard you cheer up at them, making him smile.

“See Bub, they’re all cheering for you and waiting for us. Are you ready?” he asked one more time in a soft voice.

His fearful gaze looked down the slide but hesitantly nodded ‘yes’ to his Uncle.

Harry didn’t hesitate and pushed off the edge, playfully ‘woooing’ all the way down till they crashed into the water pool at the bottom of the slide.

You clapped and cheered along with Brad and Lloyd, praising Arlo for his bravery as you offered both of them a helping hand off the slide.

Gemma sighed in relief, taking Arlo into a big hug when he was within arms reach, not caring if she got wet, “I’m so proud of you Bub.” she whispered to her son. Kissing the side of his temple, she sat him back down and watched as he ran off to do something else, not even phased by what had just happened.

Brad and Lloyd went back to their activities they were monitoring, Harry made his way back over to the water balloon bucket, and you opened the slide back up for the kids.

Gemma stood there though trying to shake off the adrenaline rush she was feeling due to the panic she was in. “Gemma.” she heard you call, getting her to look at you. 

“You can go sit down if you need a moment.” you offered with a soft smile.

Nodding her head, she took a deep breath, “I think I will. Thanks.” she said, giving you a weak smile in return before crossing the field to the benches that sat under the trees.

Turning back to the slide, you continued to help kids off of it, until you were hit in the back with a water balloon. You screamed at the sudden cold water on your hot skin and soaking your clothes. Whipping your head around, you saw Harry standing a few yards behind you, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. 

“You’re gonna pay for that Styles!” you yelled at him, walking towards the bucket of balloons and grabbing a few yourself.

The students were laughing and cheering watching you both pursue each other in a balloon fight. Throwing your first shot, he dodged it, the balloon hitting the ground with a splash.

Harry was quick to retaliate, and while you were talented at many things, your reflexes weren’t what you wished they could be. The balloon struck you in the stomach, making you groan in frustration and grow even more determined to get a good hit on him.

Harry lifted his arms doing a victorious cheer for his shot and that’s when you chose to strike. Throwing the balloon when he wasn’t prepared to dodge it, nailing him right in the side. He gasped and looked at you with a dramatic sad face. “You’ve betrayed me!” he yelled, carelessly throwing the rest of his balloons your way.

You laughed loudly, taking the blows of the ones that hit you and then ran towards him throwing the other balloons you also held.

Picking you up around your waist, Harry and you cackled with laughter as he spun you around. Losing his footing, you both fell to the ground, still in a heap of laughter.

Harry looked down at you as he now hovered on top of you. You both smiled at each other as the laughter settled between you both. You saw Harry glance from your eyes to your lips, making you panic slightly. He must have missed the slightly panicked look on your face because he started to lean in.

Desperate to avoid him kissing you in front of your students, you took the last remaining water balloon you held in your hand and smashed it on top of his head.

Harry looked down at you, shocked and speechless. The students around y’all laughed loudly and Harry couldn’t help but smirk at you, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He offered you his hand to help you up which you gladly accepted with a smirk of your own.

Pulling you in close, he whispered in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you replied, “Don’t threaten me with a good time Harry.” giving him a flirty wink before walking away.

Gemma walked up to Harry and slapped him in the shoulder, “You’re what the kids call, down bad.” before walking over to help with the relay race some of the kids were running in.

Harry looked over to you, back at your spot by the slide, “Yeah I am.” he mumbled to himself.

- - - - - - - -

After their time outside was up, Harry and his friends helped you walk kids to the restrooms to change into their dry clothes.

Putting on another movie for them to finish the day off with you even made some popcorn to pass out as a treat while they ate their lunches.

One by one the adults changed their clothes as well if needed, and you were thankful to get out of your own wet clothes and into some dry ones. When you got back to the classroom, you were pleased to see the kids and adults once again engrossed in the film you’d chosen. Who doesn’t like Finding Nemo?

As dismissal time approached, you started encouraging your kids to gather their things and clean up their desk area, that way they can leave faster when their name was called for pick up. Gemma took that as his opportunity to leave, along with Brad and Lloyd.

“Thank you for letting us help out today. It was so much fun!” Lloyd gushed, pulling you into a soft hug.

“Aww of course! You’re all welcomed to help anytime we have an event.” you encouraged, giving Brad and Gemma a farewell hug as well. “See you tomorrow Arlo!” you called as he left with his Mother. Turning back to your desk, Harry now sat behind it with a smirk on his face.

“Comfy?” you asked with an amused tone.

Nodding, he leaned back in the chair, “You should join me.” he offered with a wink.

Shaking your head with a soft laugh, you continued to dismiss the last of your kids, closing the door when the last one left so you and Harry could have some privacy.

Walking back over to your desk, Harry’s eyes were glued to you, following your every move and scanning your body up and down. While the attention flattered you, it did make you a little nervous to be under his gaze like that. A good kind of nervous though you decided. 

Now that the lights were on in the classroom, you could see how red Harry’s face was. You scrunch your face sympathetically, “Did you wear any sunscreen?” you asked, giving him a weird feeling of deja vu.

Shaking his head ‘no’, you opened your desk drawer and pulled out a small tube of aloe. “How did I know I would need this today?” you teased, popping open the cap and squeezing some into the palm of your hand. Closing the bottle and setting it back down on your desk, you returned to him, meeting his eyes that were now looking up at you expectantly.

“Stand up for me.” you instructed, biting your lip to not laugh at how fast he did what you’d asked.

“This is gonna be cold.” you warned, scooping some of the aloe up with your fingers, and softly rubbed it on his cheeks. He jumped slightly at the coolness then relaxed under your touch. His skin was hot to the touch and you knew he must have been feeling some sort of relief from the cool gel. You slowly continued to spread the aloe over his face, and he admired the concentration painted across your own.

Getting flashbacks to the Zoo when you’d rubbed sunscreen on his face, he decided he could get used to you dotting over him like this.

Glancing up to meet his gaze, you smiled, looking away quickly as you continued your task, “You’re staring.” you softly commented.

“Can you blame me?” he asked, grasping you softly by the waist and pulling you closer.

You weren’t sure how it was possible for one person to leave you feeling breathless all the time but Harry was damn good at it.

Looking back up at him, you both gazed into each other’s eyes for a solid two minutes, his eyes glancing to your lips for the second time that day and back to your eyes. This time, you didn’t feel nervous, you wanted him to make the move.

Sensing your lack of hesitation, he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going to stop me this time if I try to kiss you?”

“No.” you breathed out, shaking your head.

“Good.” he said leaning in, you met him halfway, his pillowy soft lips pressed against your own.

They always talk about sparks but you felt like a whole firework show was erupting between you two. Pressing your lips more firmly against his own, he pulled your body flush against his, as he just as enthusiastically returned the kiss. Clearly the fireworks were a mutual feeling.

As you both slowly pulled your lips apart from one another, he leaned his forehead against your own, a goofy smile plastered across his face, “I’ve wanted to do that for months now.” he admitted.

You laughed, gently brushing his hair off his face, “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”

“So are you.” he said back.

Giving him another soft peck on his lips, you bumped your nose against his own, “Walk me to my car? They’re going to be closing up the school soon.”

He accepted your offer, helping you gather your things along with his own to carry out.

Turning off the light to your classroom, you held the door open for him then closed it once more, gesturing with your head for him to follow you.

Unlocking your car, you opened the back seat and sat your bags down, taking the rest that he held and putting them in the car too before shutting the door. Turning to him, you smiled, “Thank you for helping today. You made it a lot of fun.”

“Not that hard when you’re fun to be around.” he said in return, opening your door for you to get in the driver's seat. “Let me know when you make it home safe.” he said, leaning in the door once you were settled in the seat and putting on your seat belt.

“Of course.” you said, smiling up at him.

Leaning in he couldn’t resist giving you one more kiss, and who could refuse such a gesture?

“Drive safe Honey.” he said, gently against your lips.

“You too.” you said back, pecking his lips one last time yourself.

Smiling as he pulled away, he closed your door for you and tapped the top of your car before walking to his own, going your separate ways till you meet again.

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[heavensent-or-scum]

male yandere x gn! lifeguard reader

content warning : kinda descriptive language of pain towards the reader, nonconsensual touching on legs, arms, waist, and back (non-sexual, just a warning for those who get uncomfortable by it)

word count: roughly 5k

from quotev that was published last year, thought i'd post it here too <3 beware of editing errors and bad grammar, this is just copied and pasted from there. + apologies if this is sloppily formatted, first time posting something this long

                You sigh.

                This was supposed to be a fun job where you just swim in the ocean with friends, take some free snacks from your employer's little shop, and maybe save a kid from drifting away in a pool floaty once. It was lifeguarding for god's sake! And during your entire time knowing people who've done it, they've almost never had to save someone from drowning. As well as you had a completely carefree summer all planned out. Staying in the sun so long that your eyes hurt adjusting back to the inside, getting slightly sunburnt from letting the hours fly by and forgetting to reapply sunscreen, and sitting around a campfire, burning all the unfinished schoolwork from the year while roasting marshmallows over it. But you couldn't do anything, you were just stuck sitting there, wasting your summer away. The hypnotic waves rolling in and out was enough for you to lose your mind, the beach filled with tourists and their loud-ass kids. You hated this fucking job. The most you could even do was scroll mindlessly on your phone as you watched its old battery drain twenty percent in ten minutes. 

                Your friends almost never even visited you while you were at your job, the locals nearby knew that there has been disappearances during the day on other beaches, and they didn't want to risk it. And the one time they did, they got chased away by your boss, and you got scolded for slacking off at work. He was not the easy-going person like you'd seen during your interview and training to be a lifeguard. You couldn't tell whether it was because you both were the only lifeguards and he had to work weekends or if he was having a power trip because you're the same age and he thinks it gives him a right to be an ass. He made your job insufferable. You feel your brow furrow just thinking about him, but it didn't really matter, you would never have to see him again. Your two final weeks were finally over. You thought you could hold out for the money, but you really, really couldn't.

                At least the view was pretty. You thought to yourself, throwing on a shirt and some awful uncomfortable sandals after another repetitive day. You squint looking at the setting sun turning the sky a deep pink color and fading into a starry night. It was such a peaceful time, you couldn't resist but go and sit by the waves watching the sunset at least once before you were finally done with this job. Hugging your knees, it felt like you were in a dream, watching the sun slowly set as the waves splash against you until the sky is crowded with twinkling stars. You had the entire beach to yourself, the only town being a thirty-minute walk away, it was oddly comforting after dealing with an entire day of loud people. Feeling your eyelids grow heavy after a while, you sigh before getting up and wringing out your shirt of any water that might've gotten in while you were sitting in the waves. You had to get home, as safe as you felt, there was just this inkling in the back of your mind that you had to get out of there. But then you spotted it.

                A man thrashing around in the waves, waving whenever he could, trying to signal for your help. How could you have missed them?! It was just far enough for you to see, but it could take you both down if you tried to save him. You knew your phone was dead, it was a bad habit already, but it just became life and death. And the only town nearby was too far away, and you knew if you ran to get help it would be too late. But you couldn't let someone die. Quickly diving into the void-like water, you try to get to the person as fast as possible, you count each stroke of your arms, trying to ignore the aching growing as you swam faster and faster. At least your lifeguard training wouldn't be for nothing. The moon reflecting down on the water was the only way you knew where he was, but the more times you came up for air and saw the distance between you and him, the more disappointed you felt. The burning in your arms and upper thighs got more and more unbearable as you swam, you didn't know if you could make it at this point, but you still had to continue. 

                Finally, you see the man, outlined by the light of the moon, it was an unsettling appearance, especially at night. He already towered over you, even submerged in the water. You feel your heart sink into your stomach. You knew that it was going to be almost impossible getting the both of you back, or at least it would be hell. You felt so small compared to him, your arms still burning from the long distance. As selfish as it was, the hopelessness in you made you wish that you would have just gone home or pretended you never saw him. It was too late for that now anyway, you couldn't just leave someone to drown, who knows how long he'd been out there?

                You scold yourself for not getting a floating device as you hurriedly reach out a slightly shaky hand to grab his to help him back to land, but as soon as he takes it, you can feel his body collapse and pull you into the darkness below. Water slowly begins to fill your lung as you try to pull him back up by his arm, attempting to make your way through the water with your eyes close. You started blaming yourself, if only you had just gone and got a floating ring, if only you tried to get help, if only… Before you can finish that thought, you feel the cold air against your face as you take a gulp of air. Your chest rapidly rises up and down before pulling the man above water and carrying him while floating on your back. You take a minute to breathe, it felt easier to stay above water than in it, but the lights from the town were smaller now, and it seems like you were going even further from beach.

                As you swam through the water, his head bobbing up and down without the support of his consciousness. You have no idea how close you are to shore, and you pray that the water is starting to get shallow enough to not hold any monsters of the deep. Logically, you know that the likely hood of actually dying out here is low, that no sea creature would probably eat you, but it doesn’t really quell your fears. It’s not even like you can look down and check, you can barely keep yourself up with a man who literally feels like you're pulling an anchor. Not to mention the black abyss that awaits you even if you try. So you continue floating through the water, when something slimy and cold brushes up against your shoulder blade, you immediately react, freaking out and pulling away from the man and moving away from the spot. Once you calm yourself, you look and see the piece of seaweed tangled in the man's hair, glimmering in the moonlight. You scold yourself for being so idiotic, what monster just lightly brushes against you, anyway? As you roll your eyes, you reach to grab it and untangle it from his hair, it's pretty badly intertwined, it's almost like it was done deliberately. It doesn’t matter though, as you manage to get it out, but before you can even toss it aside, a little light pops out that was nestled in his hair. You think your eyes are playing tricks on you at first but as you get closer, it looks more and more real until it looks exactly like an angler fish light. Immediately, you recoiled, dropping him into the water out of instinct, you can hear yourself breathing heavily now. 

                Come- come on, get yourself together. There's no way something is glowing. Jesus, you’re overreacting. It’s probably just a reflection of the moon or something.  Your thoughts are quick to try and rationalize what just happened, but there's not really any time for that anyway. He was out of your arms now, and slowly sinking into the deep abyss. You take a ragged breath of air before plunging back into the deep, you force yourself to open your eyes despite the stinging of the salt water. It would be worth it in the end as long as you didn’t have to stumble around blindly, and you could just get you both back on land. But as you swim further and further down, your lungs begin to burn, and his silhouette is barely visible. The pain in your lungs only grows the longer and deeper your go, you can hardly tell which way is up. You’re completely consumed by the darkness around you. Finally, you feel his wrist and roughly pull him up only to see a light bobbing up and down, the same one as before, only this time it was illuminating the beginning of a long, navy blue fish tail with sharp fins protruding off of it. Once you finally peel your eyes away from whatever you just saw, you’re met with pale blue eyes staring back at you, his hair so dark it flows behind him and blends in with the endless void that surrounds you. 

                No, no this isn’t real, this can’t be happening-! Your head pounds with your thoughts as you pull your hand back, dropping him, and ascending back to the surface. You swim, begging for it to end, begging to take a breath of air again, begging to get out of here! You didn’t want to know what would happen if you stayed any longer, if you were to die out here and be eaten by that thing! At long last, your head breaks through the surface of the ocean, you taking a deep breath with it. You can hear yourself pant as you turn around, trying to make sure he didn’t follow you. You were still out of breath from the swim, but it's not like you had time to catch it anyway. You just needed to get out of here, get away and just pretend this never happened. So, holding your head above water, you try to swim away or at least lose him by constantly moving. Even so, you barely manage to make it five feet away before seeing a head pop up, its hair flowing through the water and the light once again illuminating its face. 

                What? Nonono- He’s blocking my way. You turn, trying to swim the other direction whatever you can to get away from its thing! But he just pops out again, it's almost like whack-a-mole with how fast he is at stopping you from leaving. Eventually, you stop, treading water as he circles around you like a shark stalking its prey. You finally connect the dots as you do. No wonder you didn’t see a person drowning before, no one was there. Him pulling you down into the deep, his enormous size, everything. It was all a trap. He was a merman, but not the type with beautiful fins and gorgeous long hair. An angler fish, everything was a lure to get you here and now you’re trapped. There's not a chance you’re getting out of here alive, and you can see him closing in and coming up towards the surface while circling you. 

                “Listen- I don’t know if I did anything, but please don’t hurt me!” You were begging now? You didn’t even know if he could understand you, let alone be bothered to care. 

                “What?” His full head has emerged now, his head cocked to one side, and his tone is clearly confused. 

                What the hell is he talking about?

                 “You’re.. Not gonna eat me?” Your voice sounds even more confused than his. He was literally just circling around you like you’re a piece of meat! Is he insane? How is he this oblivious to the situation he put you in?! 

                He laughs before covering his mouth, looking at you with a pitiful look. “If I wanted to eat you, I would have done it by now. Besides, that's gross.” He has a grin still on his face, once again illuminated by the light atop his head, the sharp teeth now visible and glistening, proving his point.

                “Well, I really need to get back to land.” You scoff softly, god, maybe he wasn’t the vicious creature you thought he was. Maybe he’s just dumb. Honestly, you can’t believe you almost drowned twice for someone who didn’t even need saving. 

                “Are you sure? You’ve been swimming a lot, I know humans aren’t that… Resilient with swimming.” His grin fades into a soft neutral expression, before swimming closer and grabbing you by the forearm to support you in the water, his long, sharp, nails digging into your skin more than they should. 

                You nod, but man, it felt good to relax. Your limbs were practically screaming at you to just stop, to literally just relax for one moment. But you didn’t exactly feel safe with this thing, there was just something off about his mannerisms. It just didn’t feel right to let yourself walk into the arms of a monster,  as dumb as he seems, he hasn’t exactly proven himself to be trustworthy.  And it feels like you’re getting further from shore again, and if you weren’t going to drown before, the longer you stay like this, the monster's fault or not, you were definitely going to soon. So you softly push him away, repeating yourself on how you need to get back home, trying to loosen yourself from his tight grip. But he doesn’t budge. Before you can even try to protest, he mumbles something about this being the best for you before he dives into the depths. 

                It takes you a moment to realize what exactly is happening, you’re swimming down way faster than you’ve ever before, your hair being pulled back as you do. His claws digging into both of your arms now, keeping you from being left behind. As you can feel your air start to run out, your lungs aching and begging for it, you begin to struggle against him. Kicking his stomach, trying to hurt him, trying to get him off from you, digging your own nails into the skin of his hands, trying to pry them off you. The yearning for air was unbearable at this point, so you only became more violent, with a jerk of your head in an attempt trying to get his fucking claws off you, you manage to make him recoil, a hand trying to cover the blood gushing out of his nose. You’d done it, you’d actually done it. You weren’t going to stick around any longer, you use his stomach as a catapult into the water above you. God, you didn’t even really know how deep you were, but you still trying, the pain was unbearable at this point, just the thought, the hope, of breathing was keeping you going. 

                But that hope was short-lived as you feel something trying to grab your ankle, before pulling your leg back down, further away from air, and further away from the means of escape. You try to kick, push, anything, to get away, but you can only feel yourself be pulled down and your stomach dropping, your hair blocking your vision as you feel his arms wrapping around you and pulling you into a tight hug. But you can already feel him beginning to dive again, it’s already becoming too late. So you try one last time, clawing at his back, trying to pry him off you, anything. But you know he won’t let go, you know that by this point, don't you? No matter how hard you hit or scratch him, he won’t care, he’s not letting go. You can feel tears start to form, the pain is unbearable and unstoppable, it is hopeless, you see that now. You’re gonna die. You truly are. So you do the only thing you can do, cry. You feel his hands loosen around you before placing one on your head, fingers entangling themselves in your hair.

                Is he trying to be comforting? You think to yourself, but before you can even dwell on that thought, it’s answered. 

                “Just listen to me, ok? I’m not going to let you drown, or hurt you. Just close your eyes, I’ll take care of it.” He says softly, it’s honestly condescending at this point. You’re drowning in the arms of this monster, and he has the audacity to tell you that he’s not going to hurt you? What’s the really the point anymore, your eyelids had started to grow heavy as staying awake grows harder. So, you give in. I mean, at least it’ll be painless. 

                You flutter your eyes open, fogginess still taking hold of your mind as you drift softly. Your eyelids still droopy, staring up at a grey abyss, raindrops falling on your face, only to be rudely interrupted by a wave splashing in your face, and you swallowing it in the process. Quickly coughing up the salt water and beginning to tread water, shifting around you only to find the ocean all around you. You remember blacking out in the hands of that bastard, so why were you here? You look down to see if it was some sort of trap but no, just the never-ending blue abyss beneath you. The rain clouds blocked the sun so you had no idea how long you’d been passed out and floating. Your throat so dry it feels like you haven't drank in a day, and you being surrounded by undrinkable water wasn’t really helping. Your limbs began to burn as you continue to tread water, becoming more and more exhausted. You finally give in, laying on your back and letting yourself once again begin to float in waves, God, you weren’t scared, you were terrified. You probably looked like dead meat to anything floating in the water, you were never really scared of the ocean, but being alone in open water for this long, it’s kinda hard not to let your imagination run wild. But then again, would it even be worth it to stay alive? You’ve seen the horror stories, would anyone save you? Would they even look? If you’re this far out, are you already a lost cause? 

                A hand on your shoulder rips you out of your thoughts, almost pulling you down with its force. You don’t even need to guess who it is, his claws had already dug their way into your skin, you shift into treading water, pulling away and looking towards him. He’s holding out a clearly old beer bottle with water reaching about halfway in it, a cork keeping it shut and keeping the liquid from getting mixed with salt water. He has a wide grin on his face, showing off his sharp teeth. His smile is met with silence from you, and after a while, he mumbles something under his breath about another person, some kind of confirmation, his hand over his mouth as he does, bringing the bottle with it.

                “Do, I mean, you need water, right?” He spat out, pushing it towards you, the water splashing around in its container as he does. You nod, saying yes softly as you do. He was right, and it’s probably not poisoned, right? What would you even do with a poisonous dead body in the ocean? 

                So you take it. Quickly trying to pop out the cork, you take a gulp of the water, trying to drink it as quickly as possible, only to stop halfway because of the weird aftertaste, god, as dumb as it sounds, the water tasted fishy. A taste that only got worse the longer it stayed in your mouth, quickly becoming disgusting and vile. You quickly try to spit it out, or at least get the taste out of your mouth. 

                “What the fuck is this?!” 

                He cocks his head a little, his grin softly fading for a second. “What do you mean? It's water. You need to continue drinking it, I don’t want you passing out on me.” He chuckles a bit, moving closer to you and lightly grabbing your hand that’s holding the bottle. 

                “Don’t lie to me! What the fuck is this shit?!” You firmly push it back towards him, the longer the taste lingers in your mouth, the more rotten it grows.

                He sighs softly before putting his hand over yours, gripping your hand and the bottle, and the other digging his nails into the back of your head, it entangling itself with your hair as he does. He grips it, forcing the tip of the bottle to your lips, pulling down on your hair, and forcing you to look up as a result. He forces whatever the liquid is down your throat. As soon as he makes sure you drank it, you feel his arms wrap around your waist before throwing himself back into the water, pulling you down with him. You try to claw his arms off at first, you are not going to suffocate again. You need to get out. But he still doesn’t budge, his arms locked together, holding you under. Not even moments after, you feel a pain surging through your legs, like they’d be cut in half and thousands of hands were ripping and crushing the bone inside. Eventually, you don’t feel anything, like the pain was too unbearable for your body and it just shut down. So you just shakily stay there, salt water and tears burning your eyes. 

                There’s no telling what’s happened to your legs. Maybe it’s some kind of revenge from this monster for your behavior, but it won’t be good. There was no way to tell if there were even any legs left. But no matter how many times you push, bite, or claw trying to get him off you, his grip only gets tighter, and the ocean only gets darker and darker. Finally, craning your neck, you can just barely make out something behind you. A ghostly white, edges almost transparent, cloth-looking trailing you, the long ends almost flapping behind you. A fucking tail. You don’t know how, or why, you’d read stories, some stupid urban legend or myth on the town. Trading your natural mortality to live in the ocean. Some did it to get away from the law, some their homelife, and some were selfish enough to do it for no reason. Like vampires of the ocean, they stayed the same age as they were when they first became those things, and there was no telling how many were out there, or even still alive. 

                You couldn’t even finish your train of thought before you were roughly dropped on the seabed long before you can fight for freedom, the darkness all around you practically consuming you with it. The only light just above you connected to the thing that brought you here. As soon as you realize, you push yourself off the floor, being weighed down by the useless tail that has now replaced your legs, but before you can even get a foot, he grabs the end of your tail and drags you back into his arms. Holding you in place, he swims to some sort of structure, nearly impossible to make out but it’s clearly made of metal, ducking under the opening passing for the door, and once you can see inside, you immediately recognize it. It was a fishing boat that had sunk and had tipped on its side. From what you can see, it was barely rusted, looking like it was just recently sunk. He quickly swims down to the bottom side of the boat, where his light illuminates just barely enough to make out a mattress. He more softly drops you on it, before fully standing up, hunching over to fit properly.

                “Do you like it? It took forever to get a mattress, and to get the transformation working, you don’t know how many of you silly humans got turned into snailfish.“ He’s grinning ear to ear now, the excitement in his eyes can’t be contained

                “Humans?” You freeze. Is he being serious right now? 

                “Well, obviously, I had to get it perfect, I couldn’t have you dying on me now, could I?” He chuckles to himself a little, before looking back at you. “Oh..! But don’t be jealous, they were all.. Um, whatchamacallit... disposable. Yeah, I think that’s right..”

                And so he goes on and on about how long it took, it takes a moment for you to start zoning out of either boredom or fear of how little remorse he felt for what he’s done. But he’s too engulfed in his thoughts to notice you taking it as an opportunity to escape, Quickly feeling around the darkness before finding the opening in the window, you try to cling onto the frame, pulling yourself up, and using your tail as a catapult to get out of there. Just before you are about to throw yourself through, you feel a hand roughly grab you by the hair, pulling you back inside. You fumble but quickly manage to grip the frame trying to pull yourself back out before he can pull you in, just trying to get away from this fucking monster, and kicking your new tail trying to get him off you. But in the end, he still manages to win, being able to pry you off it, holding you bridal-style while digging his nails into your skull and forcing you look at him, the more you try to struggle and get yourself out of there, the deeper they dig into it.

                “Stop trying to leave me! You don’t understand how lonely it’s been since I became like this!” His eyes pleading with you, it almost looking like he’s on the verge of tears. “But, but you’re just like me, you know that, right? You are just as lonely as I am, I’ve seen how isolated you were on the beach! We can keep each other company, just the two of us-!”

                “What the hell are you talking about?” You snap back before you can stop yourself, you continue. “I wasn’t lonely, it was a fucking job. You’re fucking insane.” 

                “W..what? But no one ever visited you, you were lonely, I could tell!” He’s looking down at you, the light illuminated the horrified and angry look in your eyes, practically frozen in his arms. He’s breathing more heavily now, his chest hurriedly rising up and down, his eyes frantically looking at you for any form of confirmation to his statement.

                “I’m not listening to this bullshit.” You once again struggle to get him off you like the creep he is. You only manage to get one arm out of his grip before he locks it back in.

                “Alright! Alright! Then please just listen to me-! You’ll get torn to shreds and eaten by whatever predator is out there if you go out there alone, and because of the fish you’re based on, if you go to the surface, you’ll melt!” He once again entangles his claws into your hair, forcing you to look at him, a desperate look in his eyes. 

                 “Even if you don’t want to be here, at least let me keep you safe.”

A/N: Yes, I know that only the females get big and the females have the angler part thing light, as well as he is based off the biggest angler fish but in mermaid size (the yandere in the story is like 8'9" without those end fins), and that, from what i saw, didn't have any sharp teeth but shhh its my story. i do what i want

hopefully i didn't overdo the physical affection from him, he's supposed to be like out of touch with how humans act towards each other so he thinks its normal but like in an uncomfortable way towards the reader (he's delusional as hell and also kinda a himbo) 

also apologies if u hated it, im not a good writer + i had so much writers block while writing this its not even funny i just wanted it 2 b over

ps. i will never write this much again, this murdered me 

og link: seasonal oneshots | | male yanderes x reader

[sl-walker]

Preview...

...from the next chapter of Stardust, which will go out at some point after I finish it. Until then, please enjoy this opener to an already wildly self-indulgent chapter.

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“I maintain that this would be easier in a pool,” Ted said, though given his tone, he was kvetching to kvetch -- his term -- and was perfectly content with where they were.

Booster had never been in any body of water larger than a hot tub or a cold water post-game bath before, so obviously he’d wanted to jump into Lake Michigan.  It was upwards of 90 out and it wasn’t the dry heat of El Paso; this heat clung to the body, making clothes stick in wildly uncomfortable ways and in insanely uncomfortable places, and so naturally he wanted to wear as little as possible and the best place to get away with wearing very little was the beach.  The incredible amount of blue and water was just a bonus.

And that wasn’t even taking into account a Ted wearing nothing but swim goggles and trunks.  Which meant this could well be either Booster’s very personal heaven or his very personal hell.  Unless there was a weird personal purgatory where you were being tortured with the appealing sight of the unaware object of your affections?

Hell if he knew.  There was a reason he body-swerved religion like it was a wharf rat hissing from the storm drain.

He'd thought about going out to some of the Long Island beaches before, maybe as an afternoon trip, but the ocean intimidated him every bit as much as he was fascinated by it.  By his time, the oceans were very barren; mostly, they existed as giant vats to grow specialized algae, which in turn became the building blocks of most food sources.  Storms could rage, but the vast bumpers and floats and dividers kept the surface anywhere near shore fairly smooth; to let it get wild would be to risk starving some large portion of the roughly two billion people inhabiting Earth at any given time.

In this time, waves roared ashore and smashed against rocks and the first time he’d stood on an unsheltered walk next to an unfettered ocean had left him so awed that he didn’t even remember the walk back to the motel.  His face was windburned and he was cold enough that he took the warmest shower he could coax out of the motel’s hot-water heaters, and then sat shivering wrapped in the cheap blankets after.

But even as he did, he was still reliving the reverberation of water pounding the shore, a low and bone-shaking boom that felt like it changed the very rhythm of his heart right through the soles of his shoes.  He was still tasting salt, flecks of seawater spray flung by the wind, long after it had to have been impossible to.

Lake Michigan was cheerful by comparison to that; the waves were nonexistent today, and given the rental Ted had chosen, the largely private beach was likewise quiet.  Down the way, one of the various public beaches that lined the North Shore was busier -- Jaime, Brenda and Paco had abandoned them to go investigate the more social scene, in fact -- but there had been no talk of Booster and Ted going with.

If one was going to half-ass some swimming lessons, then it couldn’t be a better day for it, or a better location.  And, ulterior motives about getting to see the man in trunks aside, Booster wouldn’t have wanted them from anyone but Ted anyway.

Booster shrugged, drawing his hands through the water in a wide arc around himself, feeling the resistance against his palms. “Easier, sure, but way less pretty,” he said, as he pretended with award-winning composure that he was referring to the lake and not his oblivious instructor.  Though the lake was also pretty.

“Yeah, but with a pool you can practice kicking by holding onto the side.  For an example.”  Ted looked around; he had so much sunscreen on his face and shoulders that there was a glaze of it left on his skin.  Not enough to hide the birthmark on the back of one shoulder.  He smelled like artificial coconut, which was definitely not Booster’s favorite scent, and Booster still would have happily buried his face in Ted’s neck for a snootful.  “I mean, out here all you have to hold onto is me,” Ted added.

Booster stared at him for a second or two, then swallowed down a groan and just let himself slide below the surface because it was that or die right there.

He was laying sort-of on the floor of Lake Michigan in a speedo and goggles and the guy he was absolutely head over heels for was mostly naked and this was the single worst idea he’d ever had in his life.

But, he had to allow as he stared up through the water at the distorted image of his best friend looking down at him in what was undoubtedly a bemused fashion, there were definitely worse ways to go.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ꒱ 김정수

summary : pool day with your boyfriend and his band

genre : fluff, jungsu x afab!reader, comedy, drabble, oneshot tws : language, skinship, kiss author notes : sigh it was pouring rain when i was writing this — anyways, happy new years 𓆤 word count : 1.2k

the sun was sweltering, the heat actually getting to your head and making it feel fuzzy. you felt an incredible amount of relaxation, that bordered laziness, as the harsh rays warmed your skin. you could hear the distant splashing of water against the familiar voices of your friends; jooyeon making a fuss because jiseok had just splashed him so hard that his nose was now stinging.

your boyfriend had dragged you out of your air-conditioned apartment a couple of hours ago, seconds after he had accepted the offer to go swimming over text… for the both of you.

you knew the heatwave was bad, but after not going outside for what seemed like days — saved for the couple of times to water your balcony plants, which you ended up taking in anyways — you thought you could melt into a puddle right on the chair where you reclined. plus, you've applied so much sunscreen you were convinced your blood was being diluted with it; drank so much water your 73% was closer to 90%. however, you knew it was bad when you would just sweat it all out, skin damp like you've already taken a dip into the pool with them.

you had adamantly pleaded for him to cancel on them, to stay and finish money heist with you (for the nth time). you didn't want to risk sun-sickness for either you or him, who you kept reminding to drink more and more water — though sometimes he was so caught up in playing around that he didn't even interpret what you were saying — so you mothered them all, telling them to take hydration breaks as a fun group activity.

“y/n! come in.” the youngest, jooyeon, had shouted in between taking sips from a water bottle.

your boyfriend beckoned you over with full-support from his friends, “c’mon! it’s cooler in the water.”

“jungsu… you know i don’t really like the water.”

and he nodded because he knew that, almost like he knew pretty-much everything about you — you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew the way your bones were shaped at this point.

“junhan! act cute, you know she can’t resist you.” jiseok yelled, surprising the guitarist so much so that he choked slightly, “please!”

gunil laughed, sitting at the edge of the pool and watching the chaos of the younger boys trying to get junhan to make you play with them.

eventually, junhan put his fingers to the back of his head, creating cute ears. he put on a smile that instantly made you mirror it, “please?”

you sighed, a smile breaking across your boyfriends face as he knew you’d been won over. “used your secret weapon already? know i won’t fall for it twice, boys.”

before you had a chance to get from the chair, jooyeon was running over, cheers erupting from the group. with the help of seungmin and jiseok, the three had gotten you up and were now pushing you toward the edge of the pool.

you fought back, to no avail, eventually faced with the crystal clear liquid that you’d sooner than later become accustomed to.

“jungsu, throw her in!”

“what?” you all but shrieked, “no, no, no, no! please don’t do that — what if i couldn’t swim? you’d let me drown?”

“in a four foot pool?” gunil asked, “you’re short but not that short.”

jungsu had begun to fling your limbs over his shoulder, you shooting the oldest a disappointed look, “that’s rich coming from you!” you replied, though he just laughed at your compromised situation, “what are you, 4’11?”

“5 foot actually!” he stuck his tongue out at you, and you scoffed, now fully on your boyfriend's shoulder without realization.

“w-wait, jungsu put me down.” you laughed nervously, the gravity hitting you at once, “i can jump in by myself, no need to get handsy.”

at this point, the four youngest were chanting ‘toss her in’ repeatedly, swinging their arms above their heads like you were being sacrificed to poseidon. you giggled because as all this was happening, you still found them incredibly cute, and as much as you didn’t really like the water, you knew anything would be fun with the six of them involved.

before you were met with the cool water, you pointed to jooyeon, mouthing ‘you’re next’ threateningly. however, he just jumped in after you resurfaced, beginning to playfully splash you, to which you returned more than gratefully; after all, this was his idea.

jiseok had joined his team, seungmin and junhan yours as jungsu pressured the oldest to join you six. he eventually gave in, joining your team while your boyfriend chose the opposite. you gasped offendedly, hand to your chest watching him swim to face you.

“top ten anime betrayals.” you joked, sending a light wave at him, “you get to sleep on the couch.”

“in the doghouse,” gunil laughed, “that’s crazy.”

you turned to him, “you need to stop watching love island — no one says doghouse.” his eyes narrowed, “w-what? i’m just letting you know, unless you’re a early-thirties british woman, doghouse is crazy.”

“okay!” jooyeon yelled, “no team kills!”

“and he needs to stop playing so many video games — he’s not even that good.”

“i heard that!”

you replied quickly with a series of hearts, and then motioned for him to continue. he explained the rules of the game — messily might you add — causing you to give your boyfriend a look of confusion that he mirrored. however, you just imagined that it was going to be fun nonetheless, even if you were the first person out by jooyeon's standards, whatever those were.

you protested that it was just a practice round, but he pretended he couldn't hear you, childishly singing over your voice.

"you're just scared i'd actually beat you, huh?"

you went to the edge of the pool, pushing yourself out and into a seated position, legs dangling in the water. you watched the boys play-splash, and even though you had a front row seat, you still couldn't understand what the rules were; you just prayed if a second round was played, he'd re-explain for your sake.

after another minute of the game and screams were erupting, catching your attention to the man who would be joining you on the sidelines. jungsu protested (just like you had) to no avail, gunil and seungmin pushing — with no assistance from the water — over in your direction. he looked annoyed, jokingly of course, as he joined you with crossed arms.

"wow, if i didn't know any better, i'd say we've been set up. is this how they get the guy and girl to start dating? real original."

your boyfriend stood in front of your legs, an eyebrow cocked with amusement. "baby, we're already dating."

you faked a shocked expression, "and you didn't think to tell me that?"

"shut up!" he replied, playfully swatting your knees, "you know there's no one else i'd rather be with."

"i don't know, ice spice is kinda hot."

both his hands now rested on your thighs comfortingly as he directed all his attention to you — and despite the chaos behind him, all you could see was him.

"you ruined the moment, y/n."

"what!" you exclaimed, lacing his fingers with yours, "you know i'm only joking — she is hot — but i love you."

he jumped up, lips hitting yours momentarily; you could barely even call it a kiss, but nonetheless it made your cheeks tint a light shade of pink you'd just blame on the sun.

"i love you more."

you faked disgust, dropping his hands back to your legs and moving them to his cheeks. "cringe." you stated before pressing a proper kiss to his awaiting lips.

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[starlightsearches]

Ok Eddie ask.

It’s ok if you don’t want to do it but yeah.

So I’m in my 20s but I’ve never been kissed. Like never even held hands with someone romantically. Can you do one with Eddie x reader who is embarrassed about her lack of experience and feels like it’s impossible for any guy to be attracted to her

Enough

AN: First of all, friend, I am so so so sorry that I've been holding on to this request since June. I was not ignoring you—I just wanted to make sure I did your request justice. We, and many others, are in the same boat, but you don't need Eddie to tell you that you're worthy of so much love 💖

Also, big thanks to Irma (@theold-ultraviolence) for helping me so much with this story!

Warnings: sexual content so 18+ only but no smut, lots of body-image/confidence issues from reader's POV, writing this did make me cry a little bit tbh, angst and then hurt/comfort and then a little fluff to make up for it, language, idiots to lovers, boners, swimming, Eddie is friends with Robin and Steve but no events from S4 are mentioned, and I think that's it.

You can tell Eddie's scowling behind the frames of the heart-shaped sunglasses he found on the floor of your car, his nose scrunched up with distaste at the scent of chlorine and the baked asphalt of the parking lot.

"It's too hot for this, babe."

You shift your bag from one arm to the other, trying to catch a breeze under your cover-up.

"That's the whole point of going to the pool, Eds."

You'd found Eddie in a puddle-like state, laying on the floor of the trailer with three different fans pointing at him, curls brushed up off his neck and spilling across the carpet. It hadn't taken much convincing to get him into your car, but a public pool would obviously be a harder sell.

He tugs at the waistband of his borrowed swim trunks—the ones Steve had thrown in his direction the second you walked through the door of his big-ass house. He'd said something about the Hawkins pool over the general racket before heaving a cooler into his arms and leaving with all his children in tow.

"We could still go to record store," Eddie pouts, pulling at your wrist, "or the movies. You know? Somewhere with air conditioning."

He bats his ridiculously long lashes, and you almost fold, fingers curling into fists with the effort it takes to resist his dumb, huge, baby-cow eyes.

"Come on," —you nudge him with your elbow — "it'll be fun."

Eddie doesn't look convinced.

The place is already packed, even though the day just started, filled with moms fanned out on lounge chairs and their screaming spawn. You pick through the crowd, all the way to the chairs Steve and Robin have saved for you in a shady corner at the back.

The kids are already in the pool—you can catch the sound of Mike yelling past a mouth full of water when Max dunks him under—and it looks like Robin and Steve are headed that way.

"Took you guys long enough," Robin scolds you, pushing her sunglasses into her hair while you set your bag down.

"Sorry, I had to go get my swimsuit."

Your hands tremble at the hem of your baggy t-shirt, but you play brave, lifting it up over your head and shaking your hair back into place.

Robin whistles jokingly as she smears some of your sunscreen over Steve's shoulders.

"Woah. Is that new?" Steve asks, looking at you with furrowed brows and trying to dodge Robin's slick fingers poking at his face.

"I've had it for forever, Steve."

You're lying through your teeth. Fucking three hours at some mall six towns over and about a hundred potential breakdowns in dressing rooms at five different stores—it had taken all your will power to find a swimsuit you actually, honest-to-god, liked. Now you're wondering if all that effort had been wasted.

You'd felt so good looking in the mirror back at your house. The colors looked nice on your skin, the cut was flattering—but Eddie's hardly glanced in your direction, already flopped down in one of the empty chairs with his nose tucked into the newest Stephen King.

Robin and Steve run off, taking quick little steps on the sizzling concrete before jumping into the pool—two splashes echoing in quick succession—as you sit on the chair beside Eddie, pulling one of the spare towels across your lap, feeling stupid and small.

It's your own fault. You'd put too much hope in a dumb piece of fabric.

Pining for your best friend is as painful as it is fruitless. You'd sworn him off before, swallowed your feelings like a chipped tooth. You'd park outside the trailer and promise you wouldn't go all gummy when he used all his fucking Munson charm on you. But you were shit at keeping those promises, and Eddie was too big of a flirt—and too clueless—to know you were dying inside.

Whatever. It wasn't just Eddie, anyways. There'd never been any guys who wanted to get to know you—not any more than they had to before asking if one of your other friends was single. And you could handle being alone, even if you hated being lonely. You'd had plenty of practice.

Eddie waves his hand in your face, blocking out the sun. The look he gives you says he'd been trying to get your attention for a while.

"You there, sweetheart? Our kid is calling."

You can hear Dustin shouting from the edge of the pool, waving his arms wildly. A couple sunbathers shoot you a glare, like you're the one who's screaming, and you return the dirty look.

Eddie sighs, dog-earing the page he just finished before offering you a hand.

"Shall we, m'lady?"

You take it, your palm cold and clammy despite the summer sun. He starts heading for the pool immediately, almost losing his balance when you drag him back in the shade.

"Eddie, you gotta sunscreen."

Maybe it's just the first sign of sun burn, but you swear Eddie's cheeks turn pinker. He grabs at the collar of his favorite Dio t-shirt. "I was just gonna wear this."

"In the pool? The chlorine will bleach it, Eds." He just stands there, chewing at his lip. And, thinking back, Eddie's always been pretty modest around you. When you'd spend nights at the trailer or when he was working on his van—even when he'd step back in the room after a shower—he'd always have a shirt on, the damp fabric sticking to his shoulder blades or stained with grease.

You're about to offer your own shirt when he drops your hand, pulling the at the collar and lifting the fabric over his head.

Fuck. Eddie bares his torso and you're lucky he can't see you past the shirt bunched up around his head, because you're staring, and it's obvious.

You hadn't thought much about Eddie shirtless—because any skin-to-skin contact in your daydreams was a good sign you needed to get the fuck back down to Earth—but you'd been missing out. He's not particularly toned or anything, but the patch of dark hair that grows just under his belly button has got your mouth-watering, and his skin looks warm and soft. He's just so fucking pretty. Shaking out his curls, Eddie tosses the t-shirt onto a chair, and you try to pretend it's his tattoos that you're so invested in, and not the other kinds of marks you'd like to leave on his skin.

"You got the sunscreen?" he asks, voice quiet.

Looking him in the eyes would be like lighting a match over a gasoline spill, and your throat is too tight to speak. You grab the little bottle from the top of your bag, squeezing a bit of the lotion into your hand.

Eddie scrapes his hair off his shoulders with one hand, fingers tangling in his own curls. It's stupid to be jealous over something like that. It's stupid, but your teeth still sink into your lip hard enough to sting.

"So should we start with my back, or . . ." Eddie tries a laugh but it doesn't quite land. There's something in his expression that you can't read.

"Uh, yeah."

If you thought the view from the front made it hard to be normal, the back is a hundred times worse.

"Oh my god."

The words slip out, and you can't bite them back. Eddie glances at you over his shoulder, fingers still caught in his hair.

"Are those- are these ones new?"

He knows what you're talking about; the tattoos take up the entire span of his back, stretching down past the sharp edge of his shoulder blade. You trace one thin line of the wing crossing just under Eddie's neck—skeletal and webbed like a bat.

He laughs hesitantly, and his skin jumps under your finger.

"Uh, kinda, yeah."

"Cool. That's really cool."

God—you're so hungry for him it's made you faint, and stupid, made you forget how to speak like a person.

You smear the lotion over his neck without any warning, and he shivers, shoulder blades pressing together, bat wings flexing as his skin grows taut.

"Sorry," you mumble. His skin's still warm, even after the lotion sinks in. You make another pass, this time over his shoulder and down his bicep. His arms are surprisingly toned; you feel the hard flex of muscle under your fingers.

You can't think about how it would feel to grip at those arms while he drove into you, fucking you hard and fast, tongue caught between his teeth and curls sticking to his cheeks.

You stab the sharp end of the sunscreen bottle into your thigh and grit your teeth against the pain. You've got to stop touching him before you do something you regret.

Eddie's uncharacteristically quiet as you move your hand down to his waist, massaging the lotion in as quickly as you can so there's no time to think about leaving scratch marks down his back.

Fuck, you need some kind of intervention. Maybe a divine one. It's actually a little pathetic to want someone this badly.

"All done?" Eddie asks, but he's already stepping away from you without waiting for an answer.

You chase after him, hopping over a couple stretched out over a towel just to keep up with him, the sunscreen still open in your hand.

"Eddie," you grab at him by the shoulder, but your hands are still slick and he slips away, almost to the edge of the pool before you catch him again, "we still gotta do your front—"

You don't mean to look down. You're just following the line of his gaze when you see it. And you may be inexperienced, but you're not stupid.

Eddie's dick is so hard it's about to split the seam of his trunks.

You're skin is burning when you look him in the eyes again, jaw flopping open and snapping shut without any words coming out. You've got the image of his dick imprint burned in your mind, but it feels like he's the one seeing you naked.

He's got the same look on his face he did the time he accidentally backed into your car trying to pull away from the trailer, too busy arguing with you about the tape you put on to look where he was going. Then he shoves you hard on the shoulder, and your feet give out underneath you.

You don't get a chance to take a breath before the water swallows you up.

The drive back home is quiet. Eddie doesn't even try to fiddle with your radio this time, even if you'd let him put on what he want without slapping away his hand.

The trailer appears in your windshield, and he still hasn't said a word to you. You throw the car in park, leaning your head back against the hot leather seat. Your shoulders sting from the sun and the chlorine has made your skin tight.

"So," Eddie asks, "should we talk about . . . it?"

It would be good to hear a name. If you knew who he wanted so badly you could nudge at all the gaps between who you are and who Eddie craves until they became craters and you could learn to finally get over him.

It would also hurt like a bitch.

"If you want to," you tell him. His hair's still a little wet and frizzy, and the sun's made his freckles stand out more.

"You mean, you're not . . . uh, mad?"

"Why would I be mad, Eds?"

He's got that guilty look on his face again, long fingers playing around with the mirror on the visor so he doesn't have to look at you, lips pressed together and silent.

"I mean," —you'll talk if he doesn't want to, rambling to get it over with— "we were at a pool, you know, and there was a lot of . . . skin. So what if you were watching somebody and-"

"Wait," Eddie's hand lands on the bare skin of your thigh, just above your knee, and you flinch at his touch, "what do you mean somebody?"

You want to push his hand away—put indifference on like an armor and shrug all of this off. But Eddie's always been your Achilles' heel, and you can't pretend around him. Your vision wavers when you meet his eyes.

"Do you really not know?"

Everything about him is soft, eyes turned down at the corners and his mouth a tender frown when the tears start to fall down your cheeks.

"Baby, baby, don't—" Eddie tries to wipe the tears from your cheeks but you do push his hand away this time, gripping the steering wheel just to steady yourself.

"I'm sorry," he tells you, and you can feel the hurt in his voice like knives between your ribs, "I won't bring it up ever again, I promise, just please—" Eddie's voice breaks, so quiet and small you hardly recognize it.

"Please don't stop being my friend."

Eddie's crying now too, little sobs that shake his shoulders. He looks so young when he wipes his nose on his arm, hurt plain on his face.

"It's not that, Eds," you tell him, taking his hand, and it doesn't hurt this time, "it's just- why me?"

"What?" He looks genuinely confused. You drop your eyes, watching the way he twines his fingers between yours, and your stomach drops.

"I'm not . . . pretty."

The words feel hollow, half of the story you're trying to tell. It's a part of it, but it's only a part, at the shallowest level. It's that you've never felt pretty enough, funny enough, nice enough.

You've never been enough for anyone.

"Seriously? Sweetheart, how can you even say that?"

You shrug, sniffling. Eddie cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Baby," he tells you, shifting close, "you're so fucking pretty to me.''

It's like he's removed a stake from your heart. You know Eddie well enough to know that he means it, and he means more.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Eddie laughs a little, seeing you smile. And that makes you laugh too.

"I think you're pretty too, Eds."

Eddie kisses you for the first time from the passenger's seat in your car. He tastes like sunscreen.

[latelyanobsession]

Lifeguard Billy Headcanons

to celebrate my first official day of summer vacation! wanted to dive right *no puns intended* to these headcanons

billy is a big fan of the tan as we can see coming from sunny california. he’s probably been waiting all year to crisp himself up. plus or minus laying out in his yard to get a jump on things once may came... 

max yelling at him out the window. “what’re you doing jackass?” 

billy laid out flat in the grass praying to the bronzed gods to soak up any patch of sun he can possibly get.

has tan lines in all the right places and all the right ways

checks himself out before heading out. not a curl outta place. sunglasses gotta be on point.

smooths his eyebrows

the only spf on him is chapstick

may or may not have trunks that are a size smaller than necessary

cleans his sunglasses every morning

100% will help you put sunscreen or tanning lotion on the places you can’t reach 

abuses his whistle privileges

uses that whistle like its damn morse code

short burst = slow the F down!

long burst = hey! HEY YOU! don’t swim away i see you!

short consistent bursts + speed walking = I see you mutherf- breakin my rules

long aggressive burst + staring at you = banned for LIFE

small trill = i forgot it was still in my mouth...*false alarm*

stare down at you from behind his sunglasses as a warning

but if he yells at you? you fucked up. you fucked up so bad.

cannon balls are fine but belly flops are illegal

NO DIVING E V E R

is in charge of inflating all the water wings for kiddie swim lessons

spends more of his shift down by the shallow to mid- end because he’s worried about the kids

knows every swim lesson student’s name by heart and what their favorite things are too

C P R certified. Kiss of life. Mwah!

is a smooth baby (shmooth babeh) because body hair creates resistance/drag in the water

stays after hours to put in a few laps

always on time to work

smoking isn’t allowed inside the pool gates. yells at others for it. sneaks his before entering. 

bends the rules doesn’t break them

keeps a picture of the cali beach in his locker

people on the summer shit list? litterbugs, runners, and people who brought their own music to the pool...