#beach fic

[thornsnvultures]

fluttering ♡

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: a lazy afternoon with Bucky at the beach.

Warnings: smut (blow job, p in v sex), car sex, dirty talk, pet names (angel, sweetheart, baby), light daddy kink, creampie, some body type descriptions (i was picturing a fat reader while writing this, if that bothers you fuck off idc block me or w/e)

Words: 800+

a/n: I wrote this in an hour on my phone do if you see any mistakes, no you didn't 😌

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

It's been so long since Bucky's been to the beach. Him and Steve went all the time as kids, when they could afford to take the train that is. But he hasn't been since...well, he couldn't remember when.

The sounds of distant waves echoed around him. Soon the tide would be at its full height. The water was still too cold to play in but it drew in a calming breeze to brush away the late spring heat.

Your gentle moans drifted up from his lap and Bucky groaned at the slick heat of your throat constricting around him.

"That's it, angel, take me. Take all of me."

His strong hands hold you by the hair as you work over him.

"God, you're so beautiful."

Covered in spit from slobbering all over his dick and all the more beautiful for it, you moaned at his steady stream of praise. His love for you spilled thick and heady from his lips like the precum oozing from his tip.

You couldn't get enough.

Of his love, or his cock if you were honest. 

Bucky would tease you about how relentless you were for his attention, his affection, but he found himself lost in an ocean of your desperation.

The sweet suction of your plump lips around his balls pulled him from his reverie.

"F-fuck, sweetheart, feels so good. Such a good girl." His right hand rubs soothing circles over your back where you're stretched out over the center console. He knows it's not the most comfortable, but you're not complaining. If you did he's tear the gearbox out with his bare hands if it meant he'd get to keep your gorgeous mouth on his cock.

You lick a hot, wet stripe up the underside of his cock and Bucky can barely keep his legs from shaking under your hands.

"God you're so good sweetheart, so good to me. Love that perfect little mouth. Almost as much as that perfect little pussy. Let me have her, baby, I need it. Need to be inside you."

Bucky's needy whines shoot straight to your core and you don't have to think twice about climbing into Bucky's lap in the front seat of his truck.

"Bucky."

Your breathy whine in his ear shudders down his spine.

"I know, baby, I know. Daddy's gonna give it to you, don't worry."

He takes a moment to run his tip through your soaked folds, nudging your sensitive clit and making you jolt over his thighs.

"Daddy, please."

"Shh."

The bulbous head of his fat cock pops into your tight slit and you both groan at the stretch. 

"God, sweetheart, fucking perfect."

You slide down, inch by inch, gripping the black cotton tee covering Bucky's broad shoulders for support. Once Bucky's fully seated inside you he breathes you in deep at the nape of your neck, presses delicate kisses across your collarbones.

"I love you, sweetheart."

You don't even have time to respond before Bucky's pounding his thick length into you, knocking the breath from your lungs and holding your thick hips to keep you steady so he can angle his cock just right to hit that special spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"Ri-right there, Daddy. O-oh god!"

Bucky drops his head to your breast and rolls a pert nipple between his teeth with all the gentleness he can muster. Your sweat slick skin tastes like heaven between Bucky's lips and he tells you as much. He'll never stop telling you how heavenly every inch of you is underneath his fingertips. Every dip and curve and curl. Every stretch mark that makes you uneasy reminds him of the waves crashing in the distance. And if he's not careful they'll pull him under. Wash over him like a divine baptism, cleansed in your waters.

"Come for me, sweetheart. Need to feel you."

His voice is muffled in your hair, whispered close to your temple. You feel his vibrations and you let go, soaking him as he slams into you over and over until there's nothing left and he's meeting you there. Chasing his own high to where you are, floating above him.

"So beautiful."

"You are too, Bucky. You know that, right?"

Your kisses are sweet and scalding across his chest. The kind of love he's still unsure he's worthy of, even in its simplicity.

You sit still with him there in his lap, summer dress fluttering around your waist in the breeze that floats through the open window. Neither of you care about the mess you made, there's no urgency to wipe away the evidence of your love.

The cool metal of Bucky's left hand runs up and down your spine, guiding you to a peaceful sleep in his arms. Puffs of air from your lips hit his neck. And Bucky sits. And listens to the ocean.

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barns x y/n #fluff smut #beach fic #my fics

[chardbones]

Headcanons on going to the beach with Junkrat

AN: I haven't written in awhile so I decided for some short headcanons for my boy Junkrat. I might add more in the future

Warning: only a tiny mention of nsfw but it's really small

- The two of you rarely go to the beach and when you do it's always as far away from people as possible

- You both like your privacy because one, Jamieson is kinda of a wanted criminal (along with you) and two, the both of you can enjoy being yourselves without others staring and judging

- Junkrat having absolutely no clue how to swim and you teaching him

- Igniting bombs under the sand to make a giant whole instead of digging

- Jamison running around the whole beach and bringing you the most beautiful seashells

- You giving him a kiss every time he comes back with more

- Him resting his head on your stomach as you both lay underneath a beach umbrella

- Him trying to chase you in the water but you are way more experienced in swimming so you without difficulty swim away

- You diving down and swimming behind him to scare Jamison out

- Definitely making at least one sandcastle where you put little dried wood pieces all over the place and light it up making it look like the place is on fire

- If you two spot anyone in the distance, you both make sure to be extra loud and more graphic about how you're going to commit certain crimes

- That has always worked like a charm. No matter what person or people sped walked away and you guys never saw them again

- Having a waterproof arm and leg custom made for Jamieson so he has an easier time swimming and moving in the water

- Diving down and picking up random things for the sea bed and Junkrat being completely amazing at how deep and long you can go/stay underwater

- Helping Junkrat put suncream on his back and after he's covered fully you give him a few pecks on the lips

- The both of you making out your towel as the sun is going down which leads to a bit of more spicy touching but nothing too much

- The rest is left for when they got back to their home

- Blowing up the sand castle with a stick of dynamite while laughing like crazy together

- Making a giant bonfire in the evening and roasting some meat on it for supper

- Definitely another makeout sesh next to the fire

- Mako picking you guys up after you decided to go back home

- Having a joined bath to wash away all the salt water

#overwatch #overwatch x reader #overwatch 2 #Junkrat #junkrat x reader #jamison fawkes #jamison fawkes x reader #fanfic #headcanons #beachrat #summer fanfic #summer #beach #beach fic #summer fic

[fenolunddraws]

Watch the Tide Come in

This fanfic on AO3 by @jacqcrisis aka blackjacq was a delight to read. I liked the humour, character building, and the 70's beach town setting. It's definitely a favourite that I'm saving for a rainy day to read again.

There were many moments where the boys were driving in Charon's '73 Lincoln that were really cute, so here they are being flirty and driving through a shower on an otherwise sunny day.

Hope you like it, Jacq

(Also check out their other Charmes fic Show Me How to Dance (Again) - I liked that one too!)

#beach fic #hades the game #charon #hermes #charmes #charon hades #hermes hades #hades game #hades fanfic #hades fanart #Hermes x Charon

[she-bear369]

Awake Dear Heart, Awake

Cute, sexy and at times emotional beach fic. Harry and Louis get stranded on a remote beach and get off to a bad start.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47711809

#larry fics #larry fic #one direction fic #larry fanfiction #smut #hurt/comfort #enemies to lovers #beach fic

[destieltaggedfic]

There is a fact that Misha has never seen Jensen in shorts and barefoot.

https://www.tumblr.com/cynifer/734451392677380096/jensen-leaving-room-for-jesus-made-me-chuckle

Look I’m not sure you understand what it is this blog does. Whether or not two friends have seen each other in summer gear is not my concern.

But in case that's a request you’ve phrased badly here’s a bunch of fic where Cas sees Dean either barefoot or in shorts.

Sweet Dreams are made of... well, at the moment they seem to be made up of African Dream Root and an Angel in Speedoes, but who's keeping score? – Harihat   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Dean swipes some Dream Root in an attempt to have nice dreams for a change, when he ‘wakes up’ on a beach it seems to be working, except the head lifeguard looks surprisingly like his best friend.  Things get a bit awkward when Dean accidentally calls the real Cas into his dream and Cas sees what Dean is doing with his doppelganger.

Word Count: 9k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

that much better - rhinestoneangels (almondrose)   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  They won and got Cas back.  Its finally time for that beach trip and its going to be perfect.  Until Cas gets his full powers back and it freaks Dean out.

Word Count: 6k                                 No Sex

i just know that something good is going to happen - an_ardent_rain   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  They are finally on the way to the beach and Dean hasn’t addressed what Cas said before he died yet.  When Sam tells Dean not to be weird about letting Cas down,  Dean realises that he isn’t actually going to reject what Cas told him in the dungeon.

Word Count: 10k                              No Sex

Deepend - Yool_chan   Ao3

Set Post 15 AU.  After the defeated everything that needed to be defeated, Dean and Cas retire to a beach house and live a quiet life together.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

After the Storm, Must Rise the Sun – Joanjun   Ao3

Set S13 AU.  They take that day to go to the beach because they stopped another apocalypse and everything is good and happy for a change.

Word Count: 4k                                 No Sex

#destiel #rec asks #beach fic #the personal relationships between the actors are none of my business

[vampzxi]

untitled riri x black!afab!reader sneak peeks

it’s finished! read here: finish.

author's note: this is a WIP of a beach fic i started to write and im prob gonna post it soon. it's gonna be half fluff half smut i think, i'm not 100% sure yet. but yeah :3. i included 2 parts of it because i just think the second part is really cute. lmk if you wanna be tagged!! ^_^ @letitias-fav

part 1

“are we there yet?” you groaned, watching the irritation grow on riri’s face.

“i swear to god, ask me one more time and i’m crashing this bitch,” riri tapped the gps, checking the arrival time, “we only have 10 minutes left. you that damn excited to see me in a swimsuit?’

face turning hot, you look out the window and bite back a giggle. the answer was actually yes. riri never wears form fitting clothing, hell it’s been a while since you’ve seen her in anything but a hoodie and sweats. save for the occasional moment when y’all were-

“are you for real thinking about my ass right now?” riri asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you jumped, whipping your head back around to look at her, “what? no! you trippin, ri.”

“i could see your goofy ass smile in the window reflection. fucking freak,” she rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, “we’re close, i’m sure you’ll live.”

you leaned back in your seat and spent the rest of the ride listening to your playlist and continuing to annoy riri.

part 2

as soon as y’all got to the hotel, you immediately flopped onto the bed and kicked your sandals off. “finally,” you sighed, “i’m exhausted.”

riri came through the front door with both luggages. “ion understand how you so exhausted when all you did was sit and bitch the entire time.” she threw a pillow at you and it bounced harmlessly to the floor.

“hey!” you shot up, “i was also the DJ and snack-man.” 

“oh, my bad ma,” she climbed into the bed next to you and kissed you, “how could i forget?”

you gigged and reached for her hand, enveloping it with yours. you bought the back of her hand to your mouth, planting a kiss on it. “i can’t wait to spend this weekend with you, baby.”

riri snuggled under you, placing her head beneath your chin, “i am too. if you quit getting on my nerves i might just be able to have fun.”

you playfully swatted her arm as she dozed off to sleep, her breaths tickling your neck. you ran your fingers through her braids, playing with the ends until you fell asleep too; your chest rising and falling with ri’s.

#riri x you #riri williams x you #riri #riri williams #riri x reader #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever #black reader #black fem reader #fem black reader #black panther #shuriri #shuri fic #ironheart #college au #fluff fic #smut #beach fic #this is mostly gonna be riri annoying the shit out of riri lmfao #x black reader #black fanfiction #black fanfic writer

[kbirbpods]

Original Work: Swimming Lessons by @kittonafoxgirl

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano

Tags: Vacation, Swimming, swimming lessons, Anakin hates Sand, and flowered swim trunks

Audio Length:  12 minutes, 32 seconds

Summary:

Ahsoka plots to get her master to take a vacation; they're going to go to the beach. Sun, sand, relaxation, and most importantly, swimming. There's only one problem, Anakin didn't tell her he never learned to swim.

[podded for @kittonafoxgirl's birthday in July!]

#kittona #kittonafoxgirl #kittona writes #clone wars podfic #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #podfic #beach fic

[jacqcrisis]

Hello!

76. Did you have any ideas that didn’t make the final cut of Beach Fic?

Thank you ❤️

Yes! I've written a lot about them in the beach fic tag, but examples are a scene where Theseus pulls Hermes over and spends the whole time complaining about Charon while welcoming a scared shirtless Hermes to the town and a whole ass subplot where Hermes and Achilles were going to have what was the start of a relationship (because to Hermes, Achilles was openly interested in him unlike Charon) but it ends on the 4th of July when Hermes ultimately picks Charon and the emotional hand holding happens. Both got dropped because *stares at word count*.

#beach fic #jacq answers #theres quite a few smaller scenes too but those are the biggest i think #poor achilles got dropped like a sack of potatoes

[martianbugsbunny]

Blue Skies Smiling At Me (A FrankenWolf Fic)

Well dearies I've got a new Frankenwolf fic for you! It's one of very few simple fluffy fics I've done in my life (what can I say, I thrive on the angst and the drama and the romance) so if it's maybe not quite like the rest of my fics there is a reason, I'm not just slacking. Anyway, I tried, and I think it turned out fun, so read on and enjoy!

Ruby settled in on her blanket on the sand, a cooler full of Coke on one side and a pile of books on the other. It had been a couple of weeks since anything catastrophic had happened to Storybrooke, and summer was in full swing with bright blue skies and brilliant sunshine, so a rather large portion of the town had decided to gather on the beach for an impromptu party.

Snow sat down next to Ruby, leaning back on her own blanket. “A moment to relax will be worth all the sand I’ll be sweeping out of my apartment for the next week,” she joked, putting on a pair of white cat-eyed sunglasses. “I might even take a nap.”

“How wild,” Ruby teased, opening her first book. She had a couple of hours to kill before Victor’s shift at the hospital ended, and a stack of unread romance novels a mile high. “I’ll nudge you if you start looking lobstery.”

Snow chuckled as she turned onto her stomach, nestling her head on her arms.

After a while the smell of barbecue filled the air. Ruby glanced up from the page she was reading (she was already halfway through her second book); the wolf in her was very interested in whatever meat was cooking. Over at the grill, Granny was bossing David around—it seemed hectic, but the large chunk of meat that was smoking away looked mouthwatering, so Ruby supposed it was a good enough system.

“Food’s ready!” Granny called. “Come and get it!”

Ruby waited only long enough to poke Snow awake (what kind of friend would let a friend miss out on good barbecue) before dashing across the sand to collect a paper plate for her own meal. A table was set out just past the grill with desserts, most of them from the diner, and Ruby piled her plate with both barbecue and a slice of chocolate pie before returning to her spot on the sand.

As she dug into her food, a pair of strong arms circled around her waist. “Hey good-looking, got a bite to spare?” Victor teased, his breath ghosting warmly over the shell of her ear. Ruby chuckled as he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, then snatched a small chunk of the pork off her plate.

“Up for a swim later?” Ruby asked, pulling a bottle of Coke out of her cooler and handing it to Victor. “The bay is pretty calm today.”

“Hey, I didn’t buy this swimsuit just so you could look at me in it,” Victor said. “Maybe a little bit for that, but not completely.” His whole body shook as he laughed, and with his arms around her, so did Ruby’s. It was a red suit (she loved that he wore red for her) and it had a subtle darker crimson swirl pattern that matched the one on Ruby’s vintage-cut one piece.

“Help me finish this barbecue first,” Ruby said, offering him the plate. She scooted out of his embrace so he could eat, leaning back on her elbows and simply staring at him.

The warm summer breeze drifting across the beach ruffled the blond curls around the arms of his oversized sunglasses. He hadn’t been outside long enough yet for his skin to start turning red, but his face was a little bit flushed just from the heat. And best of all, he was looking back at her with what she knew was a mirror of the expression on her own face: pure adoration—and that was the most handsome expression she’d ever seen on him.

Ruby had cold soda, warm sand, blue skies, and the most wonderful husband in the world.

Life was good.

#ouat #once upon a time #ruby lucas #victor frankenstein #frankenwolf #victor x ruby #ruby x victor #snow white #David nolan #granny lucas #fic #beach fic #summertime #fluff #martianbugsbunny writes fic

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku beach fics [no quirks au]

archive of our own recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

All are SFW … still check tags.

Art not mine - @BKK.SEUN

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

here comes a thought by fallensummer

Summary: Deku is right behind him, popping off his board like a pro. Their eyes lock and Deku’s eyes downright sparkle. Katsuki’s board twists and he falls into the water.

When he resurfaces, Deku zooms past him with a wink, jumping off the surfboard when he's close to shore. Katsuki doesn’t mean to think it. It just enters his mind, very unwillingly.

Shit, he’s even hotter with ocean-drenched curls falling over his eyes like that.

One Shot | SFW

i just wanted you to watch me dissolve (slowly in a pool full of your love) by mimocha

Summary: Having a job as a lifeguard isn't as exciting as movies say it is. It's usually just standing around and looking out for kids who went too far toward the deep end of the ocean, but even that wasn't nearly as fun as it sounds. 

Sure, saving people is honorable and having a job that requires you to do so is a respectable profession, but god is Katsuki bored out of his mind. 

It's a Monday, so not a lot of people are on the beach, meaning not a lot of things for the blond lifeguard to do. He leans against a palm tree, clad in a white tank top and red swimming shorts that extends to his knees, as he watches the waves crash against the seashore. 

He sighs and stretches his arms, his muscles tense from being idle for so long. The blond groans. He needs to do this or else he wouldn't be able to pay his goddamned rent, so he relents through the boredom. He decides to walk along the shore, feeling the sea tickle his feet before retreating and then coming back again. 

It's peaceful and quiet, Katsuki admits. 

Until he hears the screams of a young man. 

One Shot | SFW

Summer Daze by erza_mikazuki

Summary: After Izuku moved away as kids, he and Katsuki reconnect and soon find themselves inseparable on social media. As summer hits, Katsuki finds himself bored on vacation with his parents at a beach town far from home. However, a twist of fate leaves Katsuki in a daze.

Complete | 7 Chapters | SFW

#no quirks #bakudeku #beach day #ao3 fic recs #sfw #fluff #bkdk recs #archive of our own #archive of our own bakudeku #no powers au #no quirks bkdk au #day at the beach #surfer au #surfer bakudeku #bkdk at the beach #bkdk beach day #beach fic #surfer fic #modern au #beach town au #alternate universe #no quirks au #bakudeku ocean #bkdk seaside #beaches au #bakudeku fic rec #bakudeku fic recs

[wh0-1s-m1aaaa]

Js a lil treat for my scream 1996 lvrs :)🤍

Notes: this is my first time writing on here pls be nice :( ANYWAYS here’s a lil blurb of them at the beach :D

Honestly kind of randy centered for plot sake and a bit of sarcastic bimbo reader sprinkled in for flavor and like I didn’t really finish this so I mighttttt make this 2 parts (pls don’t murder me pookies💔)

Platonic!AFAB! reader x main 5

Word count: roughly 1000

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• in a world where they (sid, tate, billy, Stu, and ray) where all *platonic* besties: they plan a beach day in the nearest town with a beach about 2 hours out.

•Tatum has Sidney and randy in her red buggy. While stu has billy and y/n in his Nisan skyline with his serf-board zip tied uptop.

•The reason they ride in separate cars in both due to space and Stu’s music taste💀. Tatum and Sidney have every piece of beach equipment known to man settled in her buggy and this takes up about 3/4 of a car by itself, leaving Sid the passenger seat and randy stuck between 3 sets of chairs and an umbrella. As for Stu, he listens to the trashiest, cheesiest, pop music you have ever heard on full blast the ENTIRE time. Even with you and billy complaining (billy isn’t so much complaining as he is annoyed and turning the volume down and Stu keeps turning it back up) and swearing your ears are bleeding the entire time😭.

•Once you guys FINALLY get to said beach randy is forced to go and find a spot for y’all to set up base. (through vigorous complaining ofc, but he gave in after Sidney asked) he then proceeded to search for all of 5-7 minutes before picking a spot randomly after getting tired of stepping on seashells and almost tripping on what used to be a sand castle and is now a lump of sand. He comes back to you guys (out of breath and on the verge of death bc he is a lanky babygirl of a man) and tells u guys to scope out the spot he found.

You all decided it was good enough and started unpacking the hoard of beach equipment, well you, Sidney, and Tatum at least. Randy is turning red already and was forced to put on sunblock. Billy is just standing off to the side with his arms crossed watching you guys set up, so helpful right? And Stu ran to the water the second he dropped the umbrella and god knows what else he carried in the sand and left with a simple “see y’all byeeeeeee” (and he was gone😔💔)

After what seemed like at least a millennium you guys where finished unpacking. Tatum was trying to tan, Sidney was on a towel under the umbrella reading a book, billy found the boardwalk through his smartypants context clues and like the incel teen he is went on his merry way to find some girls (and possibly a guy) to talk too. Randy is basically off at sea searching for Stu bc he needed him for something or other. Meanwhile Stu is nowhere to be seen in at least a 30 mile radius (why randy is searching for him? Let alone In the OCEAN? You have no idea.) you where simply watching randy in the water slowly drifting farther from your home base with no sense of direction (genius huh?) and laughing at him to yourself.

After randy wandered WAYYYYY too far out you got up to yell for him because if he goes out any further he will be in the news by tomorrow morning as the dumbest man in woodsburo. He heard you after about the 7th call and yelled he was looking for Stu, intriguing to you considering he and Stu never really actively go on hunts for each other, but regardless, you call out to him saying he’s too far out and as if you said the magic words a big fat wave crashed down on randy. And like the smart cookie you are decide to ALSO get in the water and save him from drowning (super sexy hot funny life saver y/n🥰🥰😻) so you Scurry up to the water in your hot pink 2 piece bikini (or wtv you want ofc) and like the badass you are, you don’t find him, BUT he does find you. “JESUS randy you scared me, I thought you where like a kraken or something” “y/n were in knee deep water your fine” randy said to which you replied and ended the out of breath conversation with a simple “still”. Both of you are looking like wet poodles and the rough waves crash against the 2 of you for a hot second before the seemingly second sense kicked in and you both look to land only to find yourself on (seemingly) the “other side of the damn world” as randy stated.

“Do you know where we are now y/n” randy said “no…..BUT I don’t think we could have drifted to far from our little camp. And uh Sidney or Tatum probably saw so no need to worry” “okay then so we should probably get out of the water and start trying to find them or the camp” he said casually slightly calmed from the reassurance you laced your words with “that would probably be a good idea” (and so you and Mr Meeks are now slowly but surely making your way onto the hot sand to hunt down the wizard of ozz and find your way home😻).

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Okay so yea this is a 2 parter I’m srry my brain is having the worst writers block and I’m running off 2 hours of sleep,a granola bar, Wawa cold brew coffee, and hopes and dreams. Anyways to the porn bots and my 5 real followers I love yawl 😻😻♥️🫶🫶🫶🫶

#scream #stu macher #scream 1996 #Sidney #tatum riley #billy #billy loomis #randy meeks #scream 1996 x reader #beach fic #x reader #platonic #could be more later on but I’m lazy

[skyler10fic]

Sweet Like Honey: Ch. 7 Beach Brides

Summary: Carol’s in a pastel yellow halter top and lavender swim shorts, Daisy’s in a teal bikini, they’ve got their sandals, sunglasses, hats, towels, and sunscreen … it must be time for BEACH FIC! My specialty.

Next to last chapter!

Read on Ao3

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The beach was busy given the heat wave, but Carol and Daisy scored a pair of rental lounge chairs away from any big groups. Especially since it was early June and the area behind the Pegasus was known as the local gay beach on this side of town, for obvious reasons, the giant Pride flag on the lifeguard tower welcomed in a particularly hyped crowd.

A group played beach volleyball, another dared each other to run at least waist high into the cold water, and more couples and individuals and groups strolled along the sand, simply enjoying the atmosphere. One couple in particular caught Daisy’s eye from where she was relaxing and pretending to read her book as she people-watched. Two women, one tall with long silver hair and one stout with short white hair. The first was painting the beach scene, observing all around them, while the second sat fully absorbed with what she was writing in her notebook. A content old chocolate lab napped on a blanket between them. They were situated in a little half-cove of small dunes, out of the way of the flying beach balls and partiers, but with a clear view of the ocean and the tourists a short distance away, including Daisy and Carol.

Daisy’s observations were interrupted by a group of girls approaching.

“Hi guys!” Kate bounded up to them, with Trish, Jessica, and Sharon trailing behind. Her bikini with a strawberry pattern and high ponytail reflected her bubbly personality.

“Hey!” Daisy and Carol greeted. Daisy noted the painter was subtly watching them in amusement.

Kate followed her brief gaze to the older couple. “Did you meet them? They are so fascinating.”

“Katie,” Trish interrupted, “we’re going to be over here.” Trish gestured vaguely in front of their path and the three of them continued on without Kate.

Carol cleared a spot for her at the end of the chair and Kate sat down.

“No, I don’t think we’ve seen them before,” Daisy answered her question about the painter and writer. “Do you know them?”

“We met at breakfast this morning. C’mon, I’ll introduce you!” Before they could stop her, Kate was on her way to the older couple and Daisy and Carol had no choice but to follow.

The painter, Mary, smiled gently as Kate introduced them to her; her partner, Ruth; and their dog Barkley, who slept undisturbed on his beach blanket. Ruth nodded from her writing and continued on with a furrowed brow.

“She’s been inspired today,” Mary explained. “Whereas I have been thoroughly distracted.”

“Sorry.” Daisy cringed.

“Oh, no, not your fault at all,” Mary assured kindly. “It’s more that I’ve been commissioned to paint a calm ocean view for the resort, but there’s so much life and excitement here today. Even the waves know it.” She looked out to where the ocean, indeed, was actively and loudly entertaining its guests.

“They’re smart to wear wetsuits,” Carol noted, pointing to a group in neck-to-ankle neoprene. “We just stood in the shallows and it was really cold.”

Daisy agreed. “It was fun to cool off after our walk, but I would not be out there like those guys.” A few brave surfers had ventured out to the breaking waves, but mostly those in the water lounged on inflatables.

Ruth spoke up. “It’s not the cold that would bother me. It’s the sharks.”

As if a prophet had spoken, the alert from the lifeguard tower sounded. A voice from a bullhorn declared the warning, and the swimmers and surfers paddled back to shore.

“It’s the sharks’ home first,” Mary reminded as she adjusted her ribboned straw hat. “They are kind to let us visit at all.”

“Have you two been here long?” Daisy asked, expecting a few days or weeks.

Ruth chuckled, and Mary answered. “Oh yes, every summer since we were in our 30s, and then when we retired, we moved out here. It was where we could be together without hiding.” Mary held out her hand and Ruth took it, exchanging nostalgic, bittersweet smiles.

“That’s beautiful,” Carol remarked. “You’ve probably seen the Cape change a lot.”

“Oh yes,” Mary sighed. “It’s much busier, but I’m glad it brings more young energy and life to the town. We need all this joy to remind us how far we have come.” She observed the openly queer couples all around them, as Carol and Daisy had so often on their trip.

“How about you all?” Ruth nodded to the girls.

Daisy beamed and took Carol’s hand, swinging it briefly. “My wife and I are here on our honeymoon. We head home the day after tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe it’s almost over. It’s gone so fast,” Carol said, mostly to Daisy but loud enough for the other women to hear.

“I bet it has,” Ruth laughed. “What about you, sweetheart?”

Kate answered, “Oh, we’ll be around through the weekend. Then I have to get back to start my first job!” She squealed in nervous excitement, and the others laughed.

“You’ll be fine,” Carol assured. “Just be yourself and everyone will love you immediately.”

This praise made Kate’s day, but her mood fell as Jessica called out, “Hey Katie, stop bothering those artists. They are trying to work!”

Kate growled under her breath. “Coming!” She turned to the women and apologized, running off to where Jessica was waiting to have what looked like a heated conversation.

“We should let you two get back to it too,” Daisy said with an apologetic gesture. “But your painting is beautiful. The resort is going to love it.”

“Thank you,” Mary answered sincerely. “And you two? Don’t lose hope. Stay connected and keep choosing each other and everything else works itself out.”

“Thank you,” Daisy said with a little bow of her head, as if receiving a blessing.

“We will,” Carol added, as if being charged with a sacred duty.

They returned to their beach chairs to find a seagull eyeing their tote bag with a shiny snack wrapper hanging out of it.

“Don’t even think about it,” Carol warned the bird. She made big shooing motions with her arms and the bird flew away, only to land near the volleyball crew’s belongings in search of treats to steal.

Daisy searched in the bag and then held up the bottle of sunscreen. “We should probably reapply.”

“Get my back and I’ll get yours.” Carol winked. They both knew that went beyond applying sunscreen into a little shoulder massage, as was their tradition. They had a real, professional couple’s massage coming tomorrow morning, but this sunscreen tradition wasn’t about truly working out any knots, just a little romantic gesture. Carol’s halter top made that part easy for Daisy, but when it was her turn, Carol had to move her teal bikini straps out of the way, letting them fall off her shoulders. It felt so publicly intimate, and Daisy knew Carol was barely resisting kissing down her neck—at least, if it hadn’t been for the fresh sunscreen taste her lips would be met with instead of pure Daisy.

When Carol was done applying and massaging, Daisy had mercy on her and pulled the straps back up, then turned to kiss her in gratitude. They continued reapplying sunscreen to the rest of their own bodies and settled in to read their books. A young man wearing the logo of the snack shop and bar came by with a menu, and they ordered blue slushie drinks with little umbrellas.

It didn’t take long for him to return. Drinks in hand a few minutes later, they clinked glasses and took a sip at the same time.

“This is the perfect honeymoon,” Daisy assessed.

“Don’t jinx it! We aren’t home yet!” Carol warned, making Daisy roll her eyes and laugh.

“I’m just saying, I love all of this. I love being here with you,” she stated simply. “This is how we’re always going to remember our first days of our marriage. No matter what comes next.”

“Me too. What was it the artist said? Keep choosing each other.”

“Easy choice.” Daisy smiled, the very picture of besotted, which Carol returned in equal measure.

“I think that’s the best marriage advice we’ve gotten so far.” Carol tilted her head, remembering others that were less helpful.

“Or maybe it just means more, considering the source,” Daisy pointed out. While her parents and their friends had good tips, back home their video chats with Wendy and Victoria had proven uniquely helpful. So it wasn’t a surprise that hearing how to stay together from two queer elders here carried an extra weight.

They sipped their drinks and people-watched for a few minutes until Daisy turned to Carol again.

“I have this nagging feeling that there was something I was supposed to remind you to talk about, but I can’t remember any more than that.”

“Hmm,” Carol thought back. “Was it last night?”

“Yeah, I think so. Out on the balcony?” Daisy drank her blue frozen cocktail as she waited for Carol to remember.

“Ohh!” There it was. “Yeah, you know how at the party, you said we didn’t get anything for me? I had a different idea. You have your, uh, necklace, but mine would be more permanent.” She pointed to the spot on her hip.

Daisy took a few seconds to think of what she could possibly mean and then noticed Carol was tracing a shape. “Oh!”

“If that’s something you’d want.” Carol shrugged. “I’m thinking a little daisy flower, just the outline. And maybe you’d draw it on the paper I bring to the tattoo shop?”

“Babe, of course!” Daisy sat up. “I didn’t know you wanted a tattoo. But I’d be honored.”

“Yeah?” Carol relaxed in relief. Daisy realized from the motion that Carol had been nervous to bring it up. She really wanted this.

“Yes! I love it. But no pressure, either. You don’t have to reciprocate for the collar. If it hurts too much or you just change your mind, it’s your body, and I won’t be offended or hurt or anything at all.”

Carol played with the umbrella on her drink. “I’ve actually been thinking about it for a while but didn’t know for sure what or where. Then remember last month, you caught me writing Carol Coulson on all my post-its at work and then we got those pens and drew on each other?”

“Mmhm.” Daisy’s awe turned to a wicked smile. It was a fun, naughty night. “I remember drawing little music notes on you with your new full name. Because you’re my favorite song, my Carol.”

“So then I drew a little flower on you. And that’s what gave me the original idea. But on me instead, because I’m yours.” Carol said it simply, as if it was just a simple fact of science, but it bathed Daisy in honeymoon bliss anew.

Daisy confessed, “I thought about ring tattoos for our fingers, but I read that they hurt a lot, so then I thought maybe not.”

Carol grimaced, picturing the needle on the delicate skin between their fingers. “I’d do it for you if you asked me to, but I think this is my first choice.”

“If we lose these too many times, or our real ones, that’s when I’d consider it.” Daisy placed her empty glass in the sand and held up her silicone ring.

“Understood. And agreed.” Carol finished off her drink and took it and Daisy’s back to the beachfront bar.

Daisy noticed Mary and Ruth’s dog had woken up from its nap to play in the sand, and sure enough, Carol stopped by on her way back to pet it and play for a minute. Daisy knew getting their own dog wasn’t practical in this stage of life, but Maria had been considering getting one for Monica for her birthday in the fall or for Christmas, and if she decided to, it would be a surprise for Carol as well. Truthfully, besides their busy lives and life-consuming jobs, Daisy didn’t want the work and expense of owning a dog herself and they really needed more space, but dogsitting once in a while was well worth it to see Carol happy.

She watched Carol hand the slobbery tennis ball back to Ruth and practically skip back over to Daisy.

“I know, I know,” Carol warded off. “I can play with other people’s dogs, but we wouldn’t be good dog owners. At least for the foreseeable future.”

Daisy nodded. “You read my mind.”

Carol sighed and looked out to the ocean. “It’s going to be kinda sad going back to our little apartment, our ordinary lives and jobs.”

“We’ve been spoiled here for sure.” Daisy watched the waves with her. The shark was long gone by now and there were more people braving the water, some getting used to it and others squealing and running back to their towels as soon as they tried to get past their waistlines.

Daisy turned back to Carol. “We still get to play our game though.”

“Which game?” Carol met her glance.

“Saying the words ‘my wife’ over and over in conversation until someone gags at our cuteness.”

Carol laughed. “True. We are going back to normal but our new normal. And I have a lot of paperwork to fill out when we get home. Becoming a Coulson officially.”

“I know it takes a lot of dull bureaucratic bullshit paperwork, but I am actually looking forward to that. My dearest wife.”

“Me too, my darling wife.”

“That’s a good one.” They giggled and sighed as the sun started making them sleepy. Eventually, they gathered up their towels and bag and headed back to their hotel room to get ready for their last nice dinner of their trip at a highly rated seafood restaurant.

The problem with this plan, of course, was that they took off each other’s swimsuits, which lead to getting in the shower together, which lead to shower sex, which shortened their getting ready window before their reservation.

They rushed down the street and made it just in time as their reservation was being called for the last time before being canceled. They sat down and accepted their menus as they caught their breath, both thinking of half an hour earlier when they’d been breathing heavily for a different reason as bikini strings were loosened, moans were muffled by the sound of the water and the buzz of a waterproof vibrator, and their hands and washcloths cleaned every speck of sand and salt and sweat and sunscreen from each other’s bodies.

Now, with light makeup, barely dry hair, sun-kissed pink cheeks, and tanned arms and legs, they sat across from each other at a popular restaurant, smiling at their secret of what they’d been doing to make them late.

Of course, anyone who looked their way could give a reasonable guess. Everything about the way that they looked at each other to their body language to their flirting and obliviousness to anything else happening in the restaurant around them screamed “honeymooners.”

They might be coming to the end of their first trip as newlyweds, but the so-called honeymoon phase wasn’t even close to being over yet.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #honeymoon #honeymoon au #marvel femslash #beach fic

[elvencantation]

Date Unknown. Location Unknown.

To whomever finds this missive. We are of The Fourth House, Isaac Tettares and Jeannemary Chatur, stranded on a boat in the ocean. We will not mention the others as they are dead weight. Literally.

Our inventory is as follows: an antique flare gun which Jeannemary tells me has about a fifty percent chance of blowing up in our faces, a rapier, a shaving mirror, the pen and flimsy I am using, and a smaller fold out raft with a motor. Some of these items are more useful than others.

a crack fic based on the commentary in the house sorting quiz

#tlt crack #the locked tomb #tlt fic #tlt everyone lives #tlt everybody lives #mywriting #this was fun #crack fic #beach fic #beach episode

[im-a-peanut-bar]

Oh look! A wild update after weeks of not posting!

Chapter 11 of my MacDennis It’s Always Sunny fic is now up!!

#fanfic #always sunny #ao3 fanfic #dennis reynolds #mac mcdonald #dee reynolds #charlie kelly #it’s always sunny fanfic #macdennis #beach fic #slow burn or is it? #friends to lovers #mac mcdonald x dennis reynolds

[foolishlovers]

anything can be a good omens au if you’re unhinged enough

#share ur wildest au ideas in the reblogs/comments if u want to pls #i’m still stuck on my h2o just add water au #crowley as rapunzel? gut-wrenching the hunger games au? superstore au with all the found family vibes? #riverdale au but they’re the parents oblivious to their kids establishing new time lines left and right #jurassic park au and they’re both dinosaurs just trying to munch on some grass #ineffable wives in a the wilds au making out on the beach while everyone else is fighting for their lives #glee au they’re teachers from another school reporting mr shue for being creepy af #crowley knows all the dances to high school musical in a modern family au #desperate housewives au but they don’t have any annoying husbands #barbie fairytopia au with rainbow wings do i need to say anything more #love island au they have a fake dating arrangement to get social media famous but they fall for each other anyways #claire’s au aziraphale gets his first piercing crowley shoots it #durex au crowley and aziraphale meet filming an ad for- [gunshot] #ok lemme stop here #good omens #aziracrow #gomens #good omens fics #good omens au #foolish talks #to write

[charliemwrites]

A reader x Simon commission piece I just recently finished for my sweet bean N.W. I had a lot of fun writing a little scenario I never would have thought up on my own!

(Reader is described with FAB anatomy, but no gendered pronouns are used. No sensitive content warnings, just spice.)

It’s a perfect day.

The sun is a bright golden marble in a perfect jewel sky, toasting the sand into a powdery bed. There are only wisps of flossy cloud to interrupt the light, a feathery salt-soaked breeze to soften the edge of heat. The water is nothing but lazy ripples, foamy waves crawling up the coastline before slithering back.

And your coworker is soaking wet.

When you first signed on as a lifeguard, you didn’t expect more than some extra pocket money. A little financial cushion while you finished working through your master’s program. A chance to get some sunshine instead of holing up in your room. Maybe the occasional bit of eye candy while you fished children out of the shallows and fussed at families for littering around the barbecue grills.

You didn’t expect Simon “Walking Wet Dream” Riley. (Okay, that’s not his actual nickname – apparently it’s “Ghost.” Because of course it is.) You didn’t expect his big, fuck-off muscles, or his perfect sun-bleached hair, or the dark ink of his tattoos, or…

Well.

You got more than just eye candy when Mister Price hired you. Simon is a whole damn feast. Especially when he’s fresh from a cool-down swim, red trunks weighed down by water and tides, revealing the tantalizing curves of his hips. Droplets skittering over the bulges and divots of his body, sparkling in the sun…

“Excuse me?”

You try not to jolt, head jerking to the guy that hopefully hasn’t been standing there too long. He looks about your age, maybe a bit older. Wavy, chin-length brown hair and eyes nearly as blue as the water. Pretty, in a young Instagram prince kind of way. Maybe your type in another time – the time Before Simon.

“Hi,” you say quickly, “did you need something?”

“Do you have any plasters?” he asks. “My little brother scraped his knee.”

You glance at the kid shuffling just behind him, his knees dirtied and one red with a bit of blood. Nothing serious, you determine, but could use some first aid.

“Oh, poor thing!” you say. “C’mon, we have some bandages in the shack.”

You wave to get Simon’s attention, make the quick hand-sign indicating you’ll be gone for a moment. He notices you, the two boys, then nods and makes his way back to his usual lookout spot.

The shack is a quiet, cool oasis away from the heat. You’ve dozed off next to the mist fan more times than you care to admit, only to be woken by Simon pressing a cold water bottle to your cheek. It used to annoy you, but now you appreciate the reminder to hydrate.

There’s a robust first aid kit in one of the cabinets, though you groan a bit when you see how high Simon’s stashed it this time. Damned tall man; you could swear he does it on purpose. You try to reach it on your toes, but when that doesn’t work, you jump a bit. Still no luck. You’re going to have to get the stepstool at this rate.

“Here, I’ve got it.”

You jump a bit as Insta-Prince comes up behind you, sliding in close before you can scoot out of the way. He stretches his arm over your head, tugging the kit down from the shelf. When you glance up – concerned about something falling on you – you find him smirking down at you.

“Thanks,” you say trying not to snatch it out of his hands.

“Seems like an… inconvenient place to put that,” he muses.

You sit the younger brother on a plastic chair near the door and kneel, kit open on the floor. “We usually keep it lower… I think Simon forgets I’m shorter than him.”

The kid winces a bit at the sting of wound wash but puts on a brave face when you smile at him.

“Seems pretty rude. Is he hard to work with?” Insta-Prince asks.

You hesitate, trying to think of how to respond. Simon was intimidating, at first. Dark eyes and stoic expression, he was difficult to read. Always within a stone’s throw, you used to feel like he was hovering. Like he didn’t think you could do your job right.

Over the months, though, that insecurity has bridged into a tentative friendship. Even if he’s not talkative himself, he lets you chat to your heart’s content. Keeps you hydrated, reminds you to eat snacks and apply sunscreen. Even handles the rowdier beachgoers when they break rules, his bigger stature and sharp glare enough to cow even the most entitled people.

“No, he’s—”

“What’s the hold up?”

You glance up at Simon’s broad form angled in the shack’s doorway. His eyes aren’t on you or the kid, though. They’re on Insta-Prince – standing a little close to you, now that you’re not focused on the younger brother.

“Just finishing up,” you answer, smoothing a waterproof bandage over the scrape. “You did great, buddy, high five!”

That earns you a little smile and the requested high-five as the kid hops out of the chair. When you stand, Simon’s eyes flick to you. Darker than deep water, something swimming within that you can discern from the surface. It makes you fidgety, like you’ve been caught out doing something you shouldn’t.

“Remember to log it,” he rumbles.

“On it!” You lean over the wooden counter to pluck the clipboard from the wall on the other side, relieved that someone put the pen back for once.

“So, you have to write down all the injuries people get?” Insta-Prince asks, trying for casual conversation. The air feels oddly stifling, and gets worse when he settles closer, peeking around to see the sheet.

“Just if we use medical supplies,” you answer, scribbling quickly.

“Lifeguards only in the shack, kid,” Simon interrupts. “Get moving.”

You try not to snort in amusement. While Simon might tolerate you, he’s got a general disdain for most beachgoers – ironic considering how adamant he is about safety. But he seems to find the average person a nuisance to be constantly monitored and herded away from trouble. Like a shepherd with a flock of particularly stupid sheep.

“My brother was hurt, man, give me a break,” Insta-Prince protests, annoyed.

“And now he’s not,” Simon replies. “You should catch up with him. Kids need to be watched, isn’t that right, sunshine?”

You hum absently in agreement, signing off on the injury log with your initials. There’s a beat of silence that itches at the back of your mind. When you look up, Simon’s arching an eyebrow at the guy, thick arms crossed across his barrel chest.

Sir, firearms are not allowed on the beach, you think, before wrenching your eyes from Simon’s biceps.

“Did you need anything else?” you ask Insta-Prince.

“Just what time you get off work,” he replies, giving you big, soft, hopeful eyes.

You blink, a bit shocked. Flirting happens rarely for you, except maybe platonically with Soap or Gaz. To be fair, you’re not exactly the female lifeguard idol that most people would fantasize about. Half the time you jog around in shorts and a rash-guard, more comfortable in unisex swimwear and keeping the worst of the sun off yourself. Helpful to avoid wardrobe malfunctions if a panicking swimmer grabs at you.

Besides, you’re not really looking to get hit on. Hard to keep an eye out for emergencies if someone’s chatting your ear off for a shag by the restrooms. (You didn’t think people really did that until Farah groaned about it at the bonfire when you first hired.) Still, now that it’s happening… you don’t hate it. This guy is objectively attractive, apparently cares about his younger sibling enough to get him first-aid, and is weathering Simon’s increasingly annoyed scowl.

You figure there’s no harm. Not like someone else is showing a similar interest.

“At sunset,” you answer. “So, uh…”

“6:30,” Simon offers.

You shoot him a grateful look as the kid begins scooting for the door, skirting around Simon’s wider, thicker frame. Christ, the difference is stark. You tug at the front of your rash-guard to relieve some of the sudden heat.

“Maybe I’ll see you then,” he says before disappearing around the corner.

You stare after him for a second. He didn’t even ask for your name. “Huh.”

“The hell was that, sunshine?” Simon grouses.

You turn to him and shrug. “No idea.”

“Really now?” he scoffs.

You shake your head, already agitated by the whole thing for no reason you can pinpoint. Lean over the counter again to hang up the clipboard. “Really.”

“This isn’t a place for your silly summer fantasies and little meet-cutes,” he growls. “This is a real job, with real lives on the line.”

You twist around, brows furrowed as your mouth drops open in offense. “I know that.”

“Do you? Then why the fuck were you in here flirting?”

“I was helping the kid,” you argue, “you saw him!”

“Real convenient, that. When the older one’s been eye-fucking you all damn day.”

Any snappy retorts drown in the shock of his crass language and the accusation. All day? That guy? And Simon noticed? Never mind all that – Simon would seriously think you’d use a kid’s injury as an excuse to… what? Get cozy with an attractive stranger while on duty?

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you huff, “but I need to get back out there.”

As you pass, a big, rough hand snaps out and catches your elbow. You come up short, half-turning towards him, face hot. Equal parts angry and ashamed for some reason. Summer romance your ass.

“Get it together,” he orders.

You click your tongue at him. “Same to you.”

You wrench your arm back and storm out onto the sand, snatching your floatie from the shack railing along the way. Don’t know what jellyfish stung his ass, but you hope he figures it out. Don’t think your self-esteem can take another round of… whatever that was.

The rest of the day passes tense and slow. Without Simon to talk to, and the beach relatively peaceful, you’re left to fixate on the incident in the shack. What was that about? You thought for sure you’d grown on Simon a bit. Sure, you’re one of the younger lifeguards, which is why Price assigned you to Simon’s post, but you’ve worked hard. You thought you’d proven yourself.

Checking your watch, you find that it’s nearly 6:30. The sun doesn’t seem that low yet, but the beach got empty while you were idly keeping watch. Might as well pack it in, you figure.

Not even thinking of Insta-Prince when you hop up the little wooden steps to the shack. Simon isn’t back from wherever he’s monitoring yet, and you’d like to be clear before that changes. Just in case he’s still in a bad mood.

You shed your blue swim-shorts and rash-guard on the counter, leaving you in the more standard one-piece. Roll your shoulders a bit uncomfortably, itching to squeeze into your binder after a day with tits-out. You’ve gotten accustomed to the sensation of leaving it off for the job, but you’d still prefer to wear it when safe.

You flop onto the counter, reaching over the side to fish your bag out from its cubby. Of course, that’s the exact moment that you hear Simon’s heavy step on that creaky board by the doorway.

“Bloody hell,” you think you hear him mutter.

“I’m just about to head out,” you assure him.

“Meeting up with that knob?”

Your temper flares. You abandon your bag and land on your feet, spinning around. Come up (very) short when Simon’s right there, not enough room to breathe without your chests brushing. But you don’t allow yourself to be deterred.

“So, what if I am?” you challenge.

His eyes darken, then narrow. “This isn’t a game you want to play, sunshine.”

“Maybe I do,” you insist, planting your hands on your hips.

He exhales slow and heavy, boxes you in against the counter with hands on either side of you. Your stupid, traitorous heart skips a beat, then trips into double time. Normally he wears a rash-guard too, but not today. No, today it’s swathes of tanned, scarred skin. And it’s so, so close to yours.

“You won’t win,” he warns.

Your tongue feels heavy and clumsy, maybe because your thoughts feel the same way. Now, you’re not always the most aware of “signals,” but there aren’t many other ways to interpret someone near-pinning you to a counter with smoldering eyes.

You scramble to review the earlier confrontation through a new lens. The way Simon glared at Insta-Prince, not you – until you seemed open to his interest. Oh. Ohhhh.

You wet your lips; the way his eyes lock onto the movement bolsters your courage.

“What if… I don’t want to win?” you ask.

His eyes dart up to yours, something a little sharper than longing when he whispers, “I’d make you a sore loser.”

An unexpected laugh bursts out of you; his teeth flash in a crooked smile as he scoops you up so easily. He sits you on edge of the counter and steps between your thighs, pelvis bumping against yours. You gasp, head dropping to stare wide-eyed at the frankly monstrous bulge in his trunks.

“W-wow,” you mumble faintly, thighs squeezing around his hips.

“C’mere, sunshine,” he growls, cupping your jaw.

You tilt your face up, sigh softly as his mouth slots over yours. He tastes like blue powerade and sea salt, tongue curling against yours when you grant him enthusiastic access.

Your hands make scattered, eager work of exploring him, unsure where you want to touch first, just that you have to. He’s as solid as you always expected, densely packed muscle under healthy, hydrated layers of fat. Sun-warm beneath your palms, shudders as your skim them dangerously close low on his twitching abdomen.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, tugging gently at the shoulder strap of your swimsuit.

“Yeah,” you mumble, wriggling closer.

He huffs in amusement, peeling the elastic material over your arms and down your chest while you scatter kisses over his jaw and neck. You gasp into his peck when his calloused thumbs brush your hard nipples. Just a small touch, yet electricity is racing up and down your spine.

“This alright?” he checks.

You hum the affirmative, pressing into his touch as he pinches and rolls the sensitive peaks, slow searching. Reclaims your mouth to swallow each and every little mewl and moan that spills off your tongue. You can’t help rocking against him, hot and hard through the thin layers of swimwear.

“Simon,” you whine against his mouth, “c’mon.”

“Impatient,” he teases, nipping your bottom lip.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough,” you complain, tugging at his trunks.

“I know, sunshine,” he coos, “just wait a bit longer.”

He takes the tiniest step back, fingers hooking in your swimsuit again to roll it the rest of the way off. You lift your hips to help, nearly squirming as strings of slick web between the fabric and your pussy. But Simon seems hypnotized, snapping the strands with his fingers and following them back to your swollen cunt.

“Fuck, all this for me, baby?” he rasps.

You make an embarrassed noise – which quickly graduates into an alarmed squeal when he drops to his knees.

“Simon, wait, I’ve been working all day and—”

“Don’ give a fuck,” he growls, “I’ve been dying to taste you for weeks.”

He yanks your thighs over his big, strong shoulders and dives in. It’s messy and obscenely loud, filling up the tiny shack and all the empty space in your head. Would be embarrassing if you had any room for something so frivolous. Instead, you’re gone on the way he sucks your clit and laps thirstily at your entrance. Utterly obsessed with the deep, throaty groans that leave you throbbing.

It's been a while, true, but you know he’d have you on edge so fast regardless. And he does, rushing up on it like a building, rolling wave. The devastating kind that’ll drown you in unyielding currents.

“Wait, wait,” you squeak, tugging at his coarse hair.

To his credit, he stops instantly, though he sounds absolutely gutted about it. Pulls back licking his lips like a cat with cream, chin practically dripping.

“Alright?” he asks, voice shredded to ribbons.

“I just,” you pant, “I just w-wasn’t ready to – to… I wanna cum on your cock. Please, Si?”

“Fuckin’ hell.” He surges up, pressing you down flat to kiss you stupid(er) and senseless. The taste of you isn’t as offensive as you expected, not coming from his tongue. “You’ll get anything you want if you keep talking like that.”

“Just want you.”

He helps you off the counter, drags you by the wrist to the plastic chair by the doorway. You’re about to protest – no way can that chair support someone his size, never mind both of you. But then he’s spinning you around, crushing you to his chest, and yanking you down into his lap. Any such nonsense as good sense dissolves like a sandcastle.

You can feel the length of him pressing hot and a little wet against your spine. (So, so high up your spine, good god). When he freed himself from his swim-trunks, you’re not sure, nor do you care at this moment. Your priorities narrow down to one absolute necessity: getting him inside you now, now, now.

“Easy now, baby, don’t hurt yourself,” he purrs in your ear. “Let me help.”

He curls big hands around your hips, tight enough that you relish the bruises that may bloom there later. Supports your weight as if it’s nothing to him, propping you over his lap as you line up his cock, dragging the flushed head through your pooling wetness. He curses low and rough, sinking you down until the tip catches on your entrance.

“There we are,” he grits, hands flexing in your soft flesh. “Nice and slow now, sunshine.”

If you had your way, he’d already be balls deep in your aching pussy. But his grip is firm and unrelenting, lowering you inch by thick inch down his shaft. You back and squeeze around him, encouraging him deeper, faster, helpless little noises escaping from your gaping mouth.

“That’s it, halfway there,” he breathes. “Doing so well.”

You choke. Halfway?! You already feel stuffed, walls gripping every contour of his cock like you were made for him.

He twitches inside you, bulbous, leaking head grinding deliciously, and your resolve cracks right down the middle. You dig your nails into his thighs and slam your hips down, crying out as he buries deep inside. Can feel him nudging your cervix, stretching your silky walls, all the way down to where your opening is sealed tight around the base of him.

“Fuck,” he snarls.

“F-feels so good,” you whimper, head falling forward as you clench around him.

Oh, you are definitely going to be so perfectly sore after this. You can’t fucking wait.

“If you’re that impatient to be ruined,” he chuckles breathlessly, “best brace yourself, lovie.”

You barely manage to get your feet planted before he’s fucking up into you, hard and mean. Just what you want, what you need. Your head falls back to cry your pleasure to the shack roof as you bounce. Rocking your hips each time he bottoms out, grinding him against that spongy bundle of nerves inside you. It’s mind-numbing; you’re leaking around him, know it must be dripping onto the floor at this point.

He snakes a hand around to your front. Brushes where the two of you are connected, the strange and dangerous sensation making tears prick at your eyes. Then his fingers skip up to your needy, oversensitive clit. You almost want to stop him, already so overwhelmed with pleasure. But again, anything like coherent thought is ripped away on a tide of ecstasy when he begins rubbing quick, tight circles.

Your rhythm faulters at the new stimulation, but Simon just widens his stance. It changes the angle, drags the head so perfectly against your g-spot. With the hand still on your hip, he starts jerking you down to meet each thrust. It’s slightly slower, but so much sweeter, combined with the rhythm he’s strumming on your clit.

Your orgasm rises like a tsunami, higher and higher, a devastating force building up inside.

“Simon,” you keen, “Simon, I’m gonna – right there…”

“That’s it, sunshine. Get me nice and wet with your cum.”

That voice, saying such filth in your ear, sends you over the edge. You nearly convulse, eyes rolling back in your head as you scream. Back arching, writhing and gripping crescents into his thighs. And you can feel yourself gushing all over him, onto the floor.

“Yes, yes, fuck, just like that.”

You’re near limp as he keeps hammering into you, practically using you like a toy to get himself off. The thought alone makes you squeeze around him again, a powerful aftershock bringing another flood of wetness. Your head lolls back against his shoulder, crying into his ear, begging him to cum inside you, fill you up…

He crashes his mouth into yours as he cums, groaning into your lax mouth, jerking violently into your overstimulated pussy. You swear you can feel him spurting inside you, thick and white-hot. It feels… it feels…

You break the kiss to suck in a deep breath, lightheaded and still squeaky with pleasure. Simon trails soothing kisses over your shoulder, grip easing up to caress over the forming finger marks. You hum softly, voice husky. Flutter your eyes open and blink at the pink sky out the window.

“Is it… is it just now sunset?” you ask.

Simon chuckles against your ear. “Looks like I was about thirty minutes off. Whoops.”

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