#THINK ABOUT COCONUT POPSICLES
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Popsicle
Summary: B moving over their chair in the shade so A can sit beside them.
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader
Warnings: nothing much, brief mention of Marc's childhood, one swear (it's Marc)
Word Count: 1.5k
The day’s hot. The type of sweltering heat filled with a friction that’s going to boil over into staticky lightning this evening. It hangs heavy in the air with the humidity, pressing insistently against Marc’s skin.
You’re spending the day at a friend’s, fleeing away from the city and into the countryside, gathered on a rickety old porch with cold finger foods and beer and lemonade.
There’s some rambling going on in the background that Marc isn’t paying much attention to, distant like the hum of a beehive or of cicadas.
He thinks it might be political or something. He can’t understand, however, how they’re managing to talk about this while the temperatures keep climbing and climbing, weather forecasts issuing one warning after another.
He wonders where you are. Where you’ve gone off to do and why it’s taking you so long to come back.
He wonders if you saw the severe thunderstorm warning for this evening and what you plan to do about it and mostly, Marc wonders what’s going to happen to himself when the heat breaks free and the dark sky shatters into two with the harsh strike of lightning rattling the house like a leaf in the wind.
Someone asks him a question and sets off the nervous fidget of his foot. There’s a shift of movement around him as people rearrange to fit the flow of the conversations better like a current. Your empty seat beside him is taken up and he grits his jaw.
Trying his best to make it seem like he had been listening all this time, that his silence wasn’t one of ambivalence, and pushing through the way his brain is seemingly melting with the harsh beat of the sun against him and his face, he mutters something that he’s not really sure he agrees with.
Already, with the help of the heatwave, people are starting to get tipsier than they normally would, and his answer is accepted without a second’s thought. Marc feels relieved, feels the clamp that had started to crawl around his ribs loosen and let go, the fear of having embarrassed you inadvertently, by association, in front of your friends fading into the air like the squiggly mirages coming off the roads.
The screen door opens again and you come out, sunglasses on your head, a tray of popsicles and ice creams in your hands.
The sun hits you in a way that makes Marc think you look like an angel, or some sunny fairy-like creature.
He takes a long sip from his lemonade, hoping to get a bit of a clear head around you.
As always, when your eyes meet his, you smile. It presses up into your cheeks and moves further into your eyes, like a butterfly migration. It makes Marc feel like a million and one bucks, and some childish part of him wants to press this in everyone’s face and boast.
Suck it, losers.
Your friends are ignorant, however, of what they’ve lost, of what Marc has managed to gain and is not letting go of without good reason and there are no good reasons to let go of you. They only murmur some absent-minded thanks as they open up the wrappers, starting to eat the cold treats.
Some of the popsicles are blue, and he delights in thinking of how their mouths are going to turn blue soon enough, and their half-drunken ramblings about politics they have no control over is going to turn that much more ridiculous.
When the tray is passed to him, Marc makes a point of choosing a clear, coconut-flavoured popsicle instead.
So as to not make an utter fool out of himself.
The taste is a little artificial, bordering on the edge of too sweet. But it’s cool and refreshing, and if Marc lets it rest on his tongue, it calms down the heat of his mouth enough to bring back some clarity into his mind.
He wants one of your popsicles though. That would honestly be the best.
With the hot summer months, you’ve traded in your baking habit for a more timely one. You make your own popsicles now. Blending fruits and herbs together, pouring them into a pink and green mould.
You’ve managed to work Jake off of his ridiculous sugar habit, from the sickly sweet ice creams and treats he liked to gorge himself on and make Marc’s teeth ache whenever he woke up with the body the next day.
Marc is about to go back into his daze when he suddenly sees you searching for something. The rapid back and forth of your eyes, darting this way and that, and he starts following your lead, trying to see what’s wrong and how he can fix it.
He sees the lone chair sitting in the direct line of the sun, sees it not only for that, but for how far away it is from him. There’s a certain urgency that only he can read from your body, and you’ve lost sight of his own eyes and gaze and love for you.
In a sudden sprout of violence, he feels like punching the idiot of your friend’s husband who came and took your seat, who’s now shouting across the table, spit flying this way and that.
Instead, he pulls his own chair to the side, and murmurs your name quietly.
Even in the rattling chatter around the two of you, you hear it, and in a moment that smile has returned to your face, like Marc meant everything and more to you.
You pick up the sun-warmed chair and come to place it beside his.
Marc likes it even better this way. You’re closer and that means he can smell your perfume mixed in with sunshine and humidity and your coconut shampoo. It means he can pull your chair even closer to his and make you giggle.
“Hi,” you say, your eyes wrinkled around the edges and the colour of your irises that Marc has come to know as home, sparkling. You’re eating an ice cream sandwich, a round, overly-large monstrosity of an oreo that reminds him of summers in Chicago, fleeing away from home and into the woods with a sandwich similar to yours melting in his palm.
He finds that thinking about that now, the cool shade of the tree, much like the one the both of you are under now, the rustle of leaves and the ice cream doesn’t hurt anymore. There’s only sunshine and you and chocolate.
There’s a bit of it caught on the corner of your mouth and Marc brushes it away with his thumb, licking it off. He wishes he could kiss you the way he wants, but he supposes that would have to do, “Hi.”
“You missed me, didn’t you?” you giggle and laugh, cup his face and follow the line of his cheekbone with your thumb. Your touch places a Cubs-decorated bandaid on something inside of him he didn’t know needed to be healed.
The people around the two of you have melted into nothingness, as far as Marc is concerned. Your words poke at something inside him, something he’s been trying to share with you more but still falls short sometimes. Just a little grumpily he responds, “Yeah, I suppose I fuckin’ did.”
“Well, I’m back now.” You make it sound like you’ve come back from a months’ long trip, a trip he didn’t know was going to end. The teasing has dropped from your voice, and your eyes are soft like rose petals.
Marc curls his arm around your shoulders, pulls you as close as he can to him, as much as the chairs will allow and never mind the heat weighing heavy on the both of you. He kisses the side of your head, “And I’m never letting you go.”
As you coo and hum at him, he leans down and takes a big bite out of your ice cream sandwich. Nobody around you seems to be noticing what’s happening between you two, as if there was an impenetrable bubble around him whenever you’re close to his side.
You protest at this, but Marc quiets you with a quasi-kiss to satiate you until you manage to get back in your rooms. It tastes like coconut and chocolate and love.
He thinks then, that maybe, he’ll manage the thunderstorm that’s rumbling around the molten core of the Earth.
He thinks then, that maybe, he can manage close to near anything with you, only if you keep looking at him like he can do no wrong, even if he is chewing close to half of your ice cream sandwich.
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trafalgar law x reader
word count- 1711
summary- a hot day calls for a cold treat, but your captain gets hot and bothered watching you suck a popsicle
MINORS DNI PLEASE this is SMUT ⚠️‼️
It’s a hot fucking day. The Polar Tang surfaced hours ago, but the air was barely cooler than the water. With volcanoes both underwater and on the island you float near, the whole crew is miserable. Of course Captain Law had to choose the most dangerous path, not wanting to seem pussy compared to Luffy and Kidd. For a guy who’s usually so level headed, something about the two other captains just riled Law up.
“Hey, Y/N, you wanna grab some popsicles?” Penguin asks. The two of you have kitchen duty together for the week. Prior to getting to this hell island, you bought a huge box of popsicles for the crew to share on a nice day. You hadn’t expected to eat them so early, yet here you are. You and Penguin share a look and race to the big freezer. The crisp, cold air of the chest freezer feels amazing, if only for a moment. The two of you go around the whole ship handing everyone different flavors of the icy treats. You try to knock on the door of your captain’s study, but get a curt ‘I’m busy, be out soon’. Rolling your eyes, you head to the deck where some other crewmates sat. You sit next to Bepo, but make sure to keep at least two feet of distance between you two.
“Bepo, usually I’d cuddle you, but it’s too hot and your fur would only make it worse. I’m sorry,” you tell the polar bear.
“How do you think I feel? I’m dying here!” he whines. You’d long since abandoned your boiler suit. Most of the crew simply had theirs pulled down to their hips, but you opted to forego it completely. A thin cropped tank top and short shorts were all you could be bothered to don. You’re making small talk when you remember that you haven’t opened your popsicle yet. Placing the cold, sweet treat in your mouth felt like sweet salvation. You lick and slurp the coconut flavored delicacy with fervor. The popsicle starts melting a bit, causing sticky white drips to descend your hand. You try to lick it up before it gets everywhere, but that makes it worse on your face. You feel like such a clutz, making a mess all over.
Just then, your captain walks out to the deck. Law looks at all his crew and lets out a slight chuckle. Typically, he’d be upset at the lack of work getting done, but now he’s just glad that everyone has stopped complaining about the heat. His eyes zero in on you practically naked and just about deepthroating a popsicle. How lewd could you be? The sticky white liquid dribbles down your chin and hand.
“Y/N. Meet me in my study,” Law states. With that, he turns back to where he came from. A symphony of ‘ooohs’ is heard from your crewmates.
“Ooooh, Y/N’s in troublllleee,” someone teases. You were known on the crew as the one who gets under the captain’s skin the most. Always talking back to him, being snarky, and just bothering him in general. It was never in a bad way, though. It was… endearing. Law would never admit it out loud, but he appreciated that you messed with him. At times, it reminds him that he’s still young. A tiny bit of silliness never hurt anyone. This, however, was not one of those moments.
You follow Law to his study, unsure of what he could want with you. You make sure to close the door behind yourself because he’s uptight about that type of stuff.
“What’s up, Cap?” you say as you lean against his desk. You finally finish your popsicle and suck the drippings off your fingers. Law towers over you, drinking in the sight. He wipes his thumb across your bottom lip, catching the last bit of coconut. To your surprise, he brings it to his own lips to taste.
“Y’know I put up with a lot from you. Teasing me, talking back to me – I put up with that stuff because you’re a good crewmate. You work hard and you’re reliable. It also helps that you’re the cutest on the ship.”
“Wait huh–”
“I’m not done,” he says, putting a hand to your throat. The pressure is gentle, yet firm. You find yourself melting into his touch. “Today, you not only abandoned your uniform, but you were putting on quite the show while eating your ice pop. Did you like showing the whole ship what a little slut you are? And the worst part is that you didn’t even offer me one. Tsk tsk,” he continues. You feel his breath tickle your ear, sending goosebumps across your flesh. Your nipples perk up at his closeness.
“I tried to knock on your door to give you one. But you said you said you were busy,” you say cheekily. Looking up to meet his gaze, you stick your tongue out at him. Big mistake. Law quickly grabs your tongue with his pointer finger and thumb.
“There’s much better things you can do with this than stick it out at me.” He releases his fingers and you pull your tongue back in your mouth. His big tattooed hand cups your face. You can’t help but nuzzle into it a bit; he’s just so warm. Law presses his thumb against your lips.
“Open.”
Your lips part. With that, his thumb pushes in. The slight chill of the popsicle lingers. As if instinctively, you lightly suck on your captain’s thumb. Law is transfixed by the way the tattooed D disappears and reappears from your lips. He feels his cock get somehow harder than it already was. With his hand back on your throat, he dives in to kiss you. Law kisses so deeply. So intimately. So intentionally. Every nip of his teeth, every flick of his tongue is done with intent. He knows what he’s doing and how he wants you to react.
You’re dripping wet and throbbing, aching for more. Law can tell you’re getting needy so he pulls away. You let out a pathetic whine. In an attempt to get what you want, you try to lean back into him for another intoxicating kiss. The hand around your throat squeezes and holds you back.
“What the helllllll,” you cry. Seeing you look up at him with your big doe eyes almost makes Law want to go easy on you. Almost.
“Little brats don’t get what they want. They get what they deserve. And maybe if you suck me as good as you sucked that popsicle, you might deserve to cum. Is that fair?”
You poke your bottom lip out and mumble, “No, it’s not fair.”
“So you don’t wanna cum? You don’t want me to shove my fingers in your desperate little cunt? Come on, Y/N, be for real.” His gruff voice sends heat throughout your body. The hand that isn’t on your throat starts rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Your breath hitches. You’ve soaked your panties and it’s dampening your shorts now. How embarrassing.
“Law, please! Yes, I wanna cum! I wanna suck your cock, I wanna swallow your cum! I’ll be a good girl for you. Please,” you beg as your eyes begin to water. You’d never been so desperate in your life. Usually, you get exactly what you want when you want it. But Law wasn’t going for that. He knew how to tame a spoiled little girl such as yourself.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it? Now be a good girl and get on your knees,” he commands.
Law takes a seat in his desk chair, removing his cock from his jeans. Kneeling in front of him, you caress his pretty, long cock. His hair is slightly trimmed, leading up to the happy trail that’s exposed by his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. His shaft has a little darker of a tan than the rest of him and his tip is the prettiest pink. You start placing kisses up and down his length then one long lick from the base to the tip. He shudders. You make sure to keep eye contact as you start bobbing your head on him. Your captain lets out the most erotic groan you’ve ever heard. His noises encourage you to really start putting in work. You’re taking him as far back as you can; even with your hand supplementing, he’s still so big. Your hand and your mouth work in tandem— hand gripping and twisting, mouth sucking and tongue slurping.
“Fuck!” Law grunts. You never would’ve guessed he was this vocal, yet here he is. He fists his hand in your hair, gripping harshly. You can’t help but moan.
“You’re such a slut,” he pants with a smirk. You keep going, spit bubbling and dripping down his balls. It’s when you start caressing them that sends Law over.
“Shit. Fuck!” Law moans like an absolute whore when he cums. His seed fills your mouth and you swallow every drop with a smile. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out to show him. Law gently grabs your chin, pulling you up to him. He pulls you into a kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth. He’s sucking your own tongue; it feels like he’s taking your soul with it.
“Sit on my desk and spread your legs. Since you did such a good job, I’ll reward you.” You’ve never moved so fast in your life. As soon as you’re sitting pretty on his desk, Law digs in. He’s eating you like a starved man, lapping up all of your juices. His middle and ring fingers curling up into you, coaxing out even more cream into his hand. You’re a whimpering mess at his disposal. He starts flicking your swollen, sensitive clit with his thick tongue and doesn’t let up.
“Ca-captain waitwaitwait it’s too much!” You’re trembling and grab a fistful of his hair for support. He’s relentless, bullying your poor clit into overstimulation. You don’t last long until you’re cumming on his face. Having an orgasm that big makes you so tired that you can barely lift your head up.
“Thank you Captain,” you mumble just before you close your eyes.
#trafalgar law x reader#one piece smut#trafalgar d water law#law smut#law x y/n#trafalgar law x y/n#law x reader#one piece#kait's writes
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“Ink Blots”
4/5
for @krikeymate
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June 21st, 2019
Dear Sam,
The summer solstice. The longest day of sunlight in the whole year.
I remember that you used to force me to stay awake, and savor every drop of sunlight. Some years we spent it at the beach, some in the backyard, some on the roof of the twins house. It didn’t matter where we spent it, as long as we were together.
Amber picked up on our plans. She now makes me spend the day with her, holding her hand at the county fair and riding the tilt-a-whirl until I get ill. I hate spinning. But it makes her happy.
How do you spend your summer solstice? Do you stay outside all day? Or do you hide?
I wish I could hide. The sun doesn’t shine quite as bright without you.
Your sunshine, Tara.
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August 1st, 2019
Dear Sam,
It’s been a muggy, humid summer. I can’t go outside without my hair sticking to my face and my clothes damp. It’s disgusting.
The bad news is, our air conditioner is broken. Has been since early July. Mom never paid the bill, so the city shut it off. I’ve been working non stop at the local Dairy Queen, but surprise surprise. Minimum wage doesn’t pay shit. It’s not like I can do anything with my checks anyways. Most of it goes to house bills.
Luckily Amber lets me sleep over. I’ve been practically living there. It’s been nice, being in a house where mothers act like mothers, and fathers stay. Plus the dinners and A/C. It’s been nice.
I hope wherever you are, you have air conditioning. And popsicles. I know you like Helado de coco. Papi used to pick those up from the taquería on the way home from work. You used to spill it everywhere and get me all sticky when you hugged me.
I’d kill for a coconut-y, sticky hug right about now.
Love, Tara.
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October 3rd, 2019
Dear Sam,
Junior year is kicking my ass. I can’t remember the last time school challenged me this much.
You were always so good at school. So bright. So good at math and science. Unlike you though, I am a whizz at English. Seriously! I can write like no other.
I’m now the Chief Editor of the newspaper. Ms. Smith put a lot of faith in me to be able to handle a staff. I'm not very good at it. Leading people isn’t very natural for me. It is for you, though.
Chad is the captain of the football team, Mindy the captain of the debate club. Amber was made captain of the forensics team. We’re all growing up, Sam.
The kids you used to spend so much time doting on, feeding, changing; are all grown. Not really. I won’t be eighteen for a bit. But still.
I hope you know we think of you everyday. I do at least. Chad likes to talk about the sleepovers you held for us, and Mindy wishes you were here to help with calculus. Amber gets an odd look when we talk about you, but I don’t care enough to ask.
Sending you love, Tara.
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December 14th, 2019
Dear Sam,
I am seventeen. Does anything special happen at seventeen?
Mindy stuffed so many balloons in my locker, that when I opened it, a bunch exploded. That wasn’t a very fun principal office experience.
It wasn’t my first time there, though. I try to keep my nose clean, but I still sniff after danger. I mean, you left me Sam. I know what you did in high school. The teachers know.
I want some danger, too. I want to know what it was like for you to disappear and leave me. I want to know what forced you to leave me.
So I drink. I smoke. I have an ID. I drove drunk once.
It doesn’t matter. I don’t really care. As long as I graduate and leave, that’s all that matters.
Happy Birthday to me. I’ll pretend you said it to me.
Tara.
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January 1st, 2020
Dear Ssmmy,
i can’t see straight and i miss you so much do you know that
but it’s new year and i’m seventeen and i have all these beliefs that you broke why does it matter
hope it’s nice where you are
i love you tara
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March 24th, 2020
Dear Sam,
It’s been a minute. I’m sorry. Time has moved so fast, but also, not at all.
Chad won state of the basketball team. A buzzer-beater shot. Whatever that means. He picked me up and spun me around after he won. There’s a photo in the newspaper of it. I don’t like him like that, but he's my brother. I love him like that.
Mindy took the debate team to nationals. They got second place. I watched her on the shitty livestream. She was incredible Sam. You would’ve been so proud. She’s always been a genius argumentalist. Ever since she was young.
Amber won first in her forensics division. Something about stab victims and their criminal family. It creeped me out how much eye contact she made with me. I didn’t love that.
I just write for the newspaper and sling ice cream.
What do you do? Are you happy? Does life still pass you by? Or do you live?
Love, Tara.
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April 19th, 2020
Dear Sam,
Well, AP season is upon us. I signed up for five.
I’ll ace maybe three. Environmental science, Spanish, and English literature. The other two are math. I’m not good at math, but perhaps it’ll work.
I stumbled upon a photo of us when we were young. Twas the night you taught me how to bake cookies. I had so much flour in my hair. How did that happen? Did I bathe in it? Doesn’t matter. I just love seeing your big smile, always directed at me.
Sometimes if I close my eyes I can still feel your smile on my face. Like the sunlight from the solstice.
Better go back to studying. One of us has to go to college and become master of the universe. I know you aren’t in college. It was never your speed.
Once I make a shit ton of money, I’ll come find you.
I promise.
Love, Tara.
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May 17th, 2020
Dear Sam,
I passed ⅘ of my tests. Failed the physics one. No surprise there. I skipped that class at least three times a week.
I’m almost done with Junior year. And then I’ll be a senior. One step closer to leaving.
We didn’t have heating or a/c through the past few seasons. I can’t make enough money to keep us afloat. Mom works, but she’s out of the country more often than not. And gas bills are not forgiving, let me tell you that.
I’m moving into Amber’s house for the summer. I can’t survive another couple of months dying from sweating.
Your birthday/leaving anniversary is soon. You’re gonna be twenty-two. That should be fun, yeah?
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
Love, Tara.
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Watermelon Kisses
Lucemond drabble inspired by this poll, 670 words
AO3
Luke sighs as his feet sink into soft, damp sand, and the sea spills out on the shore to lap at his toes. A warm breeze sweeps salt off the waves that glitter in the setting sun's light. In front of him, the sky is a peach-pink swirl as dusk begins to drape over the afternoon. He’s exhausted. Soaking in sunshine and cold seawater all day drained him.
Resting his gaze on the horizon, he heaves a deep sigh.
"Lovesick, are we?" A teasing voice calls out from his left.
It's Aemond, bane of his existence and god of his wet dreams. Only a scrap of clothing on his body, tiny green speedos that barely leave anything to the imagination. A dark blond trail of hair and the arrow-sharp cut of his hips point to it in a careless, brazen display. His hair, usually so smooth, has dried into fluffy golden curls that threaten to make Luke’s knees buckle. In Aemond's mouth, a popsicle, bright red to leave his lips smeared in its colour as he sucks on it lazily, with sloppy slurps and licks.
"Oh my God." Luke grumbles under his breath, turning his eyes heavenward to convey just how little he appreciates being tormented like this. He starts walking away, down along the stretch of sandy beach towards the pier. His white shirt billows around him, and he feels his shorts ride up somewhat, revealing a strip of paler skin on his thighs.
Unfortunately, Aemond follows. He smells like sunscreen and his mother's coconut body mist, a scent that makes Luke want to snort in amusement and bite Aemond's neck at the same time.
"Don't be so touchy, I was just teasing." Aemond's words roll off his tongue with a nonchalance that contradicts the way he presses closer to Luke. Their arms brush. "Who are you mooning over?"
You, you absolute asshole, Luke thinks as a shudder ripples through him. That was his main activity all day, since he watched Aemond change into his swim trunks under a towel that almost fell off his hips. Weeping on the inside from pent-up arousal as Aemond paraded around in his skimpy swimwear and obliterated Jace and Aegon in volleyball. Dying every time the man bent down to retrieve the ball.
"None of your business." Luke says at last, just as they're about to pass the lifeguard tower.
He doesn’t have time to add anything else - with quicksilver moves and a firm grip, Aemond tugs him back by the wrist and pushes him up against the wood of the platform.
"What if I want to make it my business?" He asks, so close that Luke can see the freckles on his cheeks, constellations across the bridge of his sharp nose. His blue eye looks violet under the orange hues of the evening glow. His hair curls over his shoulders in perfect coils.
"What?" Luke gapes dumbly, eyes flickering to the popsicle Aemond still holds in his free hand. Following his gaze, Aemond throws it away. "Hey -"
"I don't care." Aemond cuts him off before Luke can complain about his littering. He steps ever closer, fingertips dancing on Luke's other wrist too before he gathers it in his grip. The wind ruffles the cloud of his sun-warmed hair. "What if I wanted it to be my business?"
Luke’s wide eyes hold Aemond’s gaze. He swallows. "Why would you want that?"
"Because -" Aemond lets one of his hands go to touch the sunburn on Luke's cheek. "- you belong to me, nephew."
His thumb and forefinger stray to Luke's chin. "I'm tired of denying it. I've been watching you all day, waiting to see if you want it too. But you just keep teasing me in your slutty shorts."
Despite the growing elation in his chest, Luke splutters. "Slutty? Who's the one wearing a jockstrap in public?" One that barely covers what’s stuffed into it…
Aemond frowns. "These are normal swim trunks."
"No, they're not - oh, fuck it." Luke throws his hands up, cups Aemond's face and kisses him. His lips taste like sticky-sweet watermelon, and his body radiates the fading warmth of the sun as he wraps his arms around Luke and picks him up. His curls tickle Luke’s skin.
"It was you." Luke mumbles between one kiss and the next, tracing Aemond’s cinnamon freckles with his lips to the laugh lines around his eye.
Aemond strokes the dip of Luke's spine. "Hm?"
"You were the one I was pining for."
A slow smile lights up Aemond’s face before he leans in to kiss a path down Luke's neck. "Of course it was me."
#lucemond#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#my writing#drabble#beach-au#in case it wasn’t obvious I'm craving summer
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(blueespeon) Teiji & Toshi @ Nat
Teiji: [Telepathically] Hello... It is nice to meet you again. The first time we met while taking shelter from the storm was not too great. I think we got off on the wrong foot.
I was trying to lighten the mood and I did not think that your family would be a touchy subject. I apologize for that.
I came over to enjoy the scenery as well as enjoy the drinks that are being served here. OH! My sensei, Toshi came over here too!
[Teiji pulls Toshi near her]
But of course, we wanna know what drinks are on the bar! We would like to pick a drink for ourselves, or do you have any recommendations for us?
Toshi: [Telepathically] Non-alcoholic, please.
Teiji: I am an adult.
Toshi: I do not want one of my best elites to get drunk at any point so as to not cut any slack.
[Nat's face seemed to soften as they heard the explanation. Something about the evening was really giving way to make amends with others. The human nodded after the apology, smiling and bowing his head a bit.]
You wouldn't have known, so I can't fault you for that. Trying to find something to talk about is like walking through a bunch of sleeping Electrode, eheh.
[Their sheepish disposition gave way to a genuine appreciation, becoming more animated as the subject changed.]
There's plenty to go around, so have at it! Very nice to meet you, Toshi.
[A bit more of a proper bow followed this.]
Plenty of non-alcoholic stuff to go around. Fruit juices, different punches, my cousin made this coquito-kind of like a coconut eggnog. It's by far my favorite of anything, really sweet and creamy. Like drinking a melted coconut popsicle!
(( @blueespeon ))
#pokeask#pokeaskblog#blueespeon#pokeaskmagiretreat24#ati#ati: nat#i wanted to draw but alas i couldnt so i hope text is okay!!
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How long has it been since you moved out of the house you grew up in?
I haven't moved out.
What color shirt are you wearing?
It's light purple.
The last time you ate leftovers, what was it that you were eating?
I think it's been a while since I have a terrible habit of keeping leftovers and then never coming back for them ever again... BUT OH I think it was a double cheeseburger from McDonald's? sometime earlier this week. I still have a handful of other paper bags in the fridge that I need to get to soon.
What was the last flavor of ice cream you ate?
I had Aice's coffee popsicle when we went to Tanay over the weekend which I was super stoked about since it's my favoriteeeeeeeeeee and I haven't had the chance to have it since 2021 ehehehe. I must have finished it in 5 minutes and chewed my way through the ice cream for the most part lol.
Do you regret anything you've done in the last 24 hours, and if so, what?
Not charging my laptop last night because I had to painstakingly migrate from one outlet to another today, given that I was out all day for work.
What is your favorite type of soup? 🍜
Miso soup, mushroom soup, and this last one is more stew than soup but I love kimchi jjigae.
When was the last time you saw a beautiful sunset? 🌅
It's honestly been ages. I haven't had the time to pause and simply watch a sunset happen and silently soak in those few minutes in a while. The last time may have been all the way back in June when my friends and I had dinner on a tiny cruise boat in Bangkok.
What is your favorite song at the moment?
Cult of Personality by Living Colour for reasons that anyone who even slightly follows wrestling would know, haha.
What is your favorite board that you've made on Pinterest?
I'm not that deep into Pinterest to have boards. I only ever use it for quick searches when I need certain pegs for work Powerpoints.
Do you get on Facebook or Instagram more?
I'm on the Reels tab on Instagram more frequently than I would like to admit, lol. I'm connected to more people on Facebook but it's also still more boring, so when I'm on there I typically just look at the first 10, 15 posts on my feed to see what people are talking about then already close the app.
What color is your favorite sweater?
I don't have a favorite sweater.
What are three things people would never guess about you just by looking at the photos you post on social media?
I don't talk to my brother; I don't know how to ride a bicycle; I was deep into the British YouTuber invasion of the early-mid 2010s.
What is one thing you have too much of?
Right now that would be boxes of my fave coconut-scented reed diffuser but that's only because that's what I got my workmates this Christmas and I have yet to wrap them and give them out, haha.
What was the last thing you ate or drank that was blue raspberry-flavored?
It must've been months or years now; raspberry is definitely not something I encounter a lot.
What are three of your favorite scents?
Vanilla, anything that's being baked, and apparently coconut.
What was the last flavor of tea you drank? ☕️
Lemon.
When was the last time you wore your hair in a fishtail braid?
Almost exactly a year ago.
What is one annoying thing your computer does?
I'm so attached to this laptop and it's my baby that I don't even have the heart to say anything bad about it lol. It's extremely slow and the 10 hour battery life has turned into 1 hour in the last six years and it barely has any storage left and has stopped becoming eligible for updates, but IT'S MY BABY DAMMIT.
What type of fruit do you eat the most?
I avoid fruits.
How often do you go out to eat?
Once or twice a month, I would say.
What would your dream wedding dress look like? 👰♀️
I'm too lazy to describe anything in detail as it is 10:30 PM and I'm too tired from work lololol but I would love anything that'd channel Audrey Hepburn. Something that'd be able to accentuate the waist with verrrrrrry subtle sleeves and a quiet yet elegant train that doesn't try to steal attention.
Which fall flavor do you prefer: pumpkin spice or apple cinnamon?
Pumpkin spice. Got to try the Starbucks drink when they were randomly giving out pumpkin spice free samples and I came out of that store a changed and converted woman.
What is the most annoying thing about your life right now?
All other PR/ad agencies are going on shutdown by the end of this week and my fuckin workplace isn't starting ours until next Friday.
Which holiday treat do you like better: candy corn or conversation hearts?
Candy corn I guess, but I'm not a big candy person to begin with so eh.
What is your favorite apple-flavored treat?
Chewy candies, like Mentos.
What are you counting down the days to right now, if anything?
Our office shutdown. I'm so excited for it that I've started to stop exerting 100% effort at work lol.
What was the last book you read about?
It's an autobiography.
Have you been daydreaming a lot lately about a scenario you wish would happen?
I've been dreaming about it a lot, frustratingly enough.
What are three of your favorite things about camping? ⛺️
I've never gone camping before.
If you could choose what month to be born in, what month would you have chosen as your birth month, and why?
My birth month has never really been an issue to me and I wouldn't change it even if I could.
...and what is your actual birth month?
April.
What are three of your favorite things to do on a rainy day? 🌧️
If I had it my way I'd turn on the aircon, make my room as dark as possible, and take a long nap.
Would you rather eat strawberries 🍓 or watermelon 🍉?
Neither.
Do you prefer smoothies or milkshakes? 🍹
Milkshakes.
Do you prefer hamburgers 🍔 or hot dogs 🌭?
Burgers.
When was the last time you felt nauseous?
I had the most awful motion sickness last Monday.
What was the last thing you ate that made you feel nauseous?
The bagnet and bone marrow dish I had two weeks ago didn't necessarily make me feel nauseous but it did give me awful heartburn.
Do you enjoy going to your local county fair?
We don't have one in my city.
How far away do you live from the place where you were born?
I'd say it's a 1.5-2 hr car ride.
Do you prefer zebra print or cheetah print?
Cheetah.
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10 People You Want to Know Better
I was tagged by @meitantei-shitpost, @hexfloog, and @blenderfullasarcasm! Thank you!!
Relationship status: Single.
Favorite colors: Pink! Though, I'm a fan of most colors. Except maybe orange.
Favorite foods: Potatoes (in whatever form), apple pie, chili penne, ice cream, BBQ, pizza, bread pudding, corn, soup, watermelon, carrot cake, popcorn, fried chicken, coconut mango curry, chocolate pudding... I love food and could go on and on and on. But I suppose marshmallows should be on this list!
Song stuck in your head: Nothing really in particular right now? Maybe "Enjoy Your Life" by MARINA, because of this AMV.
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Last thing you Googled: Not counting things I searched for work (confidential), it was the date of a holiday so that I wouldn't accidentally schedule a NaNoWriMo meetup on that day 😅 (I'm one of my region's Municipal Liaisons (MLs) for National Novel Writing Month next month.)
But the more interesting search before that (and the one I want to ramble on about for a sec) was "danny phantom shadow of a doubt." Because I'm feeling super nostalgic, and I helped beta a chapter of that fic back in the day. And also drew the first fanart for the story that ever hit the web?
Time: Probably time to cook some food...
Dream trip: Good question, haha. One where my family is all together?
Last thing you read: YouTube comments?
Last book you enjoyed reading: "Enjoy" is too strong a word, but the last book I read cover to cover was The Long Goodbye. And boy was it long. Enjoyed it more than The Maltese Falcon, I suppose...
I really need to read more books.
Favorite thing to cook/bake: Soup? Considering that's about all I ever make 😂
Favorite craft to do in your free time: sobs about how I'm not an artist and not creative and can't do anything artistic
Umm, I'm new to it, but I've come to really love video editing! And if it counts as a craft, I can't get enough of writing essays about my blorbos.
Most niche dislike: It's maybe a dangerous thing to admit so publicly, but. Popsicle sticks. It's... a minor phobia. I can't touch them. The sight of them puts me on edge. I used to be able to eat popsicles and that kinda thing by just wrapping a paper towel around the stick and dumping the food on a plate when I got to the end, but I don't think I can even manage that anymore. Just thinking about it gives me chills. Eugh.
Opinion on circuses: I respect the artistry, but I can't say I ever seek out opportunities to go.
Do you have a sense of direction: Nnnnnope, lol. The "don't lose your way" song from Kill la Kill is my ringtone both because it's the love duet of my OTP (tell me I'm wrong) and because I, uh, get lost constantly.
Tagging: @badgerjaw, @cartoonsbyandie, @circumference-pie, @defectiveconantoy, @meitanteisachi, @mirrorfalls, @observeroftheuniverse, @snoozeeroo, @tangentiallly, and @voiceofthecity
But of course, absolutely no pressure to play if you don't want to!
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2. pepsi box blue or cheetos bag orange?
I don't drink "soft drinks" except brisk so I'll have to go with cheetos bag orange, HOWEVER, it has to be the jalapeño flavor because I don't really eat regular flavor.
9. which do you prefer, cotton candy or funnel cake?
I haven't had cotton candy since elementary when we had a fair event and I've never ever had a funnel cake before? I'm not a big candy guy? I mean I LOVE chocolate covered chewy caramel, but I consider chocolate separate from like roll ups, skittles, lollipops, etc. so I can't choose either 😐😬
12. favorite tv commercial?
I'll be honest, up until recently because of Hulu, I have not watched a commercial in nearly 10+ years so it's really difficult for me to remember one EXCEPT this one. One of my favorites ever
17. an earliest obsession you remember?
I grew up poor, but one of my early obsession was collecting those little toy soldiers from those quarter vending machines? I used to spend hours playing with the parachute one in my trailer house air conditioner which was located on the floor!! I still remember that day my mom took us to a family dollar store and introduced me to a whole box of toy soldiers that I didn't know existed!?
29. the last thing you ate?
I'm so lucky; if you would have asked me this a half hour earlier I would have ashamedly said a cherry ice cream popsicle I ate half asleep like at 4 am. I literally woke up out of the blue to go to the bathroom and then drink water, except I became a gremlin and just grabbed anything sweet to eat.
THAT BEING SAID - last thing I ate was a handful of grapes.
32. do you write better with a pen or a pencil?
Pen because the margin of error is more vital!! My handwriting is still crap though so there's not really a big difference in between pen and pencil when it comes to THAT haha 😅
49. what scents do you like?
I'm all about sweet scents. Mahogany Coconut, flowers and desserts freshly baked in the oven are the only three I can think of as examples?
thank you so much for the asks!?! these were fun to answer!!
please feel free to ask me something weird!
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I see it is time to teach you about the Canadian Treats And Snacks
Ketchup Chips - potato chips with a salty tomatoey dust on them, they're okay-ish but I prefer all dressed
Poutine - originally just frenchfries with gravy and cheese curds, but now you can get themed poutine (instead of gravy you can now get it with pulled pork, sometimes a taco themed one w ground beef n salsa, chili on top is a common one too)
Nanaimo Bars - A three-layered dessert often sold at bakesales or eaten during christmas. The bottom layer is like a soft cookie with chocolate and coconut (and sometimes nuts), the middle layer is like a custard, and the top layer is a very thin layer of milk chocolate! They're then cut into rectangles or squarwa.
Maple Syrup - tha syrup from tha maple tree, thicker than other syrups (in girlguides, canadian girl scouts, its common to get a clean sheet of snow and roll the snow up on a popsicle stick along with maple syrup to make like a frozen syrup popsicle)
Beaver Tails - fried, airy dough that's in the shape of a beaver tail. Often surved with icing sugar or cinnamon-sugar on top! It's our fair food!
Fry Bread - fry bread is just bread made by frying it in a pan, it can be eaten with sweet foods like honey or jam OR it can be eaten with beef and vegetables. Fry bread has a very complicated history too. If I remember correctly, it was introduced to the Navajo by the colonizers when forcing them to move territories. It kept them from starving, but deprived them of needed nutrients. It's still made today, though i haven't had it myself.
Canada Dry Gingerale - a white pop (or "soda") that's similar to sprite but it's better, it's like the ultimate mixer
Coffee Crisp - a chocolate bar with wafers in it and a slight coffee flavor. In the UK, they have the same thing made by the same company but its called "Toffee Crisp" and its just the same but toffee flavored.
Hawkins Cheezie - similar to cheese puffs but crispier and crunchier and the cheese flavor is overpowering (in a good way some how)
Hawaiian Pizza - This is just pineapple and ham on pizza, which I thought was an American food?
oh these all sound fantastic honestly. and yeah i think hawaiian pizza is an american invention? honestly i don't know lol. i did know that one and a few others, but beaver tail had me completely stumped.
#i wanna try a nanaimo bar now#anyway i 100% thought beaver tail was an actual beaver's tail for a hot second#but i figured that probably didn't make sense#aren't real beaver tails just fat reserves anyway. well i guess people do eat that kind of thing#animal fat is a bad sensory experience for me so i can't quite imagine how people would eat it but#i digress#i might be very wrong lol
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SU OC Profile: Ice Blue Pearl
Ice Blue Pearl [Lalita]
Nickname: Ice (All her gem friends, Phum *He like to called her that as her nickname*, Thanwa), Icy (All her gem friends *sometime*, Phum *sometime*, Amethyst), Lalita/ลลิตา (Phum *sometime*, Phum *give this name to her, after she met and know Phum*), Icy Pearl (Amethyst)
Hometown: One of Blue Diamond's colony planet (Past)/ Earth (Present) *She live with Phum at his house in Chonburi, she met and know Phum*
Friend(s): Natthaphum Panyachai (Boyfriend), Chalanthorn Panyachai (Friend), Noppadon Sangarun, Fuchsia Pearl (Friend), Teal Pearl (Friend), Other Pearls *Sunset Pearl, Light Purple Pearl* (Friends), Blue Topaz (Friend), Pink Sapphire (Friend), Lapis Lazuli/ Waree (Friend), Steven and The Crystal Gems (Friends)
Occupation: Servant (Past)
Personality:
She's calm, gentle, polite and modest (she's modest more than Phum). Although, she does something well. She isn't easily angry.
She's quiet and bit shy. When before she move to earth, she isn't good at to talk with some gems it made her has few gem friends, beside Fuchsia Pearl. But after she move to earth, she tries to became friend with other gems and other humans (especially, Phum).
Before she move to earth, she's not confident. She don't like some other gems or other pearls talk about her lips in bad way. At that time, she always thought her lips was her flaw. Sometime she think, she's off-color. Because, she unlike other pearls. She has lips, while mostly pearls haven't lips. Until, she move to earth and met Phum. She became bit confident in herself, although not much. But, Phum made her think her lips aren't flaw as other gems think.
She's peaceful, she prefer quiet and place. She don't like being the center of attention. Because, she don't want other pearls and other gems talk about her flaw.
She's very delicate and highly tolerance, when she interest or does something she . Especially, when she learn making thai desserts with Phum's mother.
She love to wear dress, especially girly style or pastel color. Sometime, she like to wear shoulder show dress or shirt.
She like to learn new things (after she lives on earth). Especially, she like learn about cooking and making dessert from Phum's mother, and other things about earth and Thailand from Phum.
She like and interest about Thailand, after she met and know Phum. Especially Thai foods and Thai Desserts.
For her fav. food, she love soup recipes. Especially cream soup, clear soup and rice soup is her fav. soups. She like Cream Mushroom Soup, Cream Ham and Potato Soup, Chicken Noodle Soup and Macaroni Soup. Also, she like Spaghetti. Especially, Carbonara.
For her fav. desserts, she love ice desserts, especially Shaved Ice. Because, it's first food and first dessert she eat, after she live on earth. Ice Cream is her second fav. dessert, especially sherbet, vanilla and popsicle.
For her fav. Thai foods, after she live in Chonburi with Phum. She like Tofu recipes like Gaeng Jued Tofu Woon Sen [แกงจืดวุ้นเส้น] or Glass Noodle Soup with Tofu, Pad Tofu [ผัดเต้า���ู้นิ่ม] or Soft Tofu Stir fried, Tao Hoo Song Krueng [เต้าหู้ทรงเครื่อง] or Deep Fried Tofu with Gravy Sauce.
Also, she like Khao Tom Goong [ข้าวต้มกุ้ง] or Shrimp Rice Soup, Fuk Thong Pad Khai [ฟักทองผัดไข่] or Thai Stir fried Pumpkin with Egg, Po Pia Tod [ปอเปี๊ยะทอด] or Spring Roll. Some favorite food from Phum like, Khoa Pad Puu [ข้าวผัดปู], Jok [โจ๊ก], Kuay Tiew [ก๋วยเตี๋ยว].
For her fav. Thai desserts, Nam Kang Sai [น้ำแข็งไส] or Thai Shaved Ice, Thai Coconut Ice Cream Bread [ไอศกรีมกระทิขนมปัง] (it's one of her fav. ice cream flavor), Lod Chong (ลอดช่อง), Mamuang Guan (มะม่วงกวน) Dried Mango Paste, Khanom Wong [ขนมวง] or Thai-style Donut (Thank to Phum), Khanom Ping [ขนมผิง], Thai Coconut Toffee [ลูกอมกะทิ]
Like: Dress, Beach, Making Dessert (Mostly, thai desserts from Phum's mother), Dessert (Especially, Ice Dessert), Shaved Ice, Some Thai Foods, Some Thai Desserts, Learning about Thailand and Thai Culture
Ice Blue Pearl's Backstory: [Click]
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EVEN ON GOOD DAYS
It was a good day. The whole weekend was shaping up nicely. It took a three page write up in Bon Appetit with them listing this place as one of the top ten best new restaurants, but I finally convinced Michael to try Baba’s Pantry. Now we can’t eat anything else for the rest of our lives. I picked up Friday night’s dinner from there and the next day we went back for hummus and cheeses and spicy pickled things. In continuing with the them of lists, we headed out on our scooters for Kitty’s Cafe, who made the list of top 50 restaurants for the New York Times. It was okay. I guess the pork tenderloin is the main reason they made that list. My option was a fish sandwich which was tasty, but it was just a fish sandwich.
After lunch, Michael led us to Mikey’s Military Surplus. The route took us through a part of town that I didn’t even know existed. At one point, Michael stopped so I could pull up next to him. He said “Honk if you want to stop to take pictures.” and then I had some serious regrets for not having my bigger camera. The road we were on ran right along side the railroad tracks that follow the Missouri river. On one side, we had tall grasses, train tracks and the occasional train. The other side of the street was lined with shotgun houses varying in shades of blues, pinks and greens. Then we came to a four way stop and on one corner was a little house with a sign that read “Welcome to East Argentine”. I beeped my horn so Michael would know that I wanted to stop. It was like we had just entered a different country.
We made it to Mikey’s, which is split. Half of it is regular work clothes with brands like Dickies and Carharrt. I found a nice pair of fleece fingerless mittens with grippy pads on the palms. The other side of the shop is devoted to military surplus. I could feel the nudge in the back of my brain as I stepped into that area. It smelled like every single military surplus store I had been into with Chris. My fingers grazed over a rack of coveralls and I thought about pulling one down and putting it on. There was a crate full of com-phone receivers that probably should have been in my basement. I did not spend a lot of time in this area and became inpatient to leave.
We stopped at a large Mercado on our way home with nothing inside labeled in english, bought a large wedge of white crumbly cheese and popsicles. Then we sat outside at a picnic table in the shade, eating our popsicles and watching families come and go. My popsicle was more shredded coconut than ice cream. The tropical taste mixed with the warmth of the day and unfamiliar surroundings, again made think for a moment that I had magically transported myself to South America. As Michael and I rode our scooters back down the road that had brought us to that area, that nudging in the back of my brain became a hard shove.
When Chris and I moved here, we knew very little about this city. So we spent our weekends just driving around with no destination in mind. We’d turn off maps and GPS and go out and get lost. It’s how we discovered so many great little Portland like places. These adventures allowed us to see that even though we hadn’t moved to the city that held our hearts, we had moved to a really cool place that was very much like the city that held our hearts. Michael’s lived here his whole life and I was able to introduce him to places he’s never heard of and all of that was because of mine and Chris��s adventures in getting lost. So while I was riding down this strange little street with railroads on one side and shotgun houses on the other side, I was struck that this, all of it, was something that Chris and I never found. At the very least, how was it that we never stumbled across Mikey’s Surplus? That shit was right up Chris’s alley.
I picked up speed as anger rose up inside me and I stewed in it for most of the ride home. Then I thought about the beauty of the day, the perfection of all the finds and the weather. I marveled at how after all this time I could still let it get to me. The things we didn’t do. Not enough time. The reconciliation of my life now without him. That’s the most difficult part, giving myself permission to have this life without him.
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Joon baby-ing his innocent gf and it turns him on like a corruption kink during sex (for request please!)
tags: daddy!nj, the trope where their partner gets turned on from eating a popsicle :-)
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it was humorous. the moment namjoon was back from hitting the gym, you had recently just grabbed another popsicle from the fridge. "oh, hi," you sheepishly say, unwrapping the ice cream from its package.
namjoon drops his bag on the counter and doesn't waste any more time wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you. you squeal, securing your legs around him, keeping your popsicle safe. you can smell the fresh coconut scent from his body, indicating that he just had a shower before coming back to the apartment.
"what were you up to, baby, hmm?" he sits you down on the kitchen island. namjoon, being conveniently taller than you, easily places his hips between your legs, trapping your body with his buff arms.
"i was about to watch a movie," you reply, licking the watermelon-flavored popsicle.
"yeah, baby?" namjoon watches you suck the cold desert in your mouth. he did not have a clue whether you were doing it on purpose, but he was loving the view admittedly.
"mhm!"
namjoon could only watch how your lips were covered in melted cream, fighting the strong urge to kiss you -- and take you here and then on the counter. the whole time he was working out, he couldn't stop thinking about you. protecting you was one of his top priorities, and that entails being physically capable to do so. you wouldn't admit to it, but he knows that it turns you on whenever he would handle you roughly.
the popsicle was quick to melt, and you furiously had to catch the cream with your tongue before it could drip onto your fingers. namjoon breathes heavily, clenching his jaw as he locks eyes with yours.
"what?" you ask innocently, licking your lips clean before proceeding to wrap your mouth around the popsicle. "why do you look angry?"
namjoon could only grin. he shakes his head, "you know what you're doing."
your eyebrows crease together in confusion, "no? wait, what?"
namjoon decides to play with you this time.
"what is this behavior, hm? didn't daddy ever teach you to share?"
you were caught off-guard when namjoon tightly grabs a hold of your wrist where your hand holds the popsicle and directs the food into his mouth. your breath hitches the moment he licks a broad swipe of the popsicle, bottom to top.
you blush uncontrollably.
"baby girl," namjoon groans, "you liked that, don't you? don't lie to daddy."
you timidly nod.
"see? that's what daddy feels as well while you were sucking this thing like a cockslut."
you were astounded by his choice of words, making you speechless.
"aww, look at my baby," he coos, caressing your heated cheeks. "are you getting shy now, huh? nuh-ah-ah, look at daddy--" he puts his index finger below your chin and nudges your head up to maintain eye contact.
he smiles, taking the popsicle from you. "open," he commands, and you follow almost immediately. namjoon directs the popsicle inside your mouth, "suck. yeah, that's a good girl."
"enough of this," he discards the popsicle, ignoring your cries and protests of wasting food. namjoon carries you to the couch, hovering above your frail body with your wrists above your head. his mouth leaves a trail of kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, and then back up to your lips. you tried struggling away from his grip, but it only resulted in him warning you with a click of his tongue.
"daddy thought you looked so innocent licking that popsicle i brought for you, baby. gives me an idea of how you would look if i fucked your mouth rough."
"daddy," you moan, feeling his rough hand underneath your shirt and groping your tits. "please..."
"please what? please fuck your mouth?" he replies mockingly, "can you even handle a cock like mine down your throat, huh?"
he inserts his middle and pointer finger inside your mouth without any obstruction from you. he slowly pushes the two digits further inside your mouth until you gag, "ohh, baby," namjoon sighs in delight, "i think i need to train this pretty throat before i can fully shove my dick inside it. yeah? before you know it, you'll be begging for a throatfuck every single time you see me."
he pulls his fingers out with a string of saliva connecting to your lips. you release a deep exhale after being hindered from breathing properly.
"you'll be a good slut for me in no time, little girl. daddy just needs to break you in first."
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rules for commissions
#bts kinky hours open#namjoon smut#dom namjoon#dom rm#rm smut#bts smut drabbles#namjoon smut drabbles
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Summer Heat, Steve Rogers Part 2 Here
- (fem!reader x Steve Rogers)
Summary: It's a hot summer day and when you stop for a popsicle and are eating it in front of Steve he can't control his Language anymore. For @syntheticavenger's 5K Follower Challenge
Warnings: Contains Smut! 18+ only minors do not interact! Includes Oral (69), Face Riding, Slight Praise Kink (?), cockwarming if you squint, Steve has a dirty mouth, WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE CAP, Ending you won't see coming (?)
Word Count: 2,734 (I Went Over Jail For Me)
How It Started
It was so hot outside, the blistering sun had been shining for the past few days, and you felt like you were going to melt. You were sitting in the shadow of a tree as Steve ran up, flopping down beside you, rubbing a hand up his face as sweat dripped down his forehead.
"It's too damn hot," he sighed, leaning his head back against the tree and tilted his head sideways to look at you.
"Language, Rogers," you said with a smirk as you looked up at him with soft eyes. "I swear to God I feel like I'm going to melt," you laughed. You pull at your shirt as if trying to fan your body with it, and he turns his head as he watches a bead of sweat run from your neck down into your cleavage. Luckily, you didn't notice. He turns his head back as you smile up at him, his blue eyes studying your face.
"What'cha thinkin' 'bout, Stevie?" You playfully punch his arm with a laugh.
"Nothing," he said and averted his gaze as he stood up. "C'mon, we should head back to the compound," he said, watching as you stretched; he gulped, feeling an erection forming in his mesh shorts. You hum in response and walk behind him, holding your water bottle, not noticing how he had to adjust himself as he reached the car and opened the door for you.
"Can we stop at that one place that makes those popsicles out of juice?" You ask as you reach forward and turn the air conditioner on full blast.
"Whatever you want is fine with me," he says as he pulls onto the road and stops by the place.
"So, do you want one?" You ask, looking over at him as he rests his head against the headrest. He turns his head towards you, tilting his head to study you as he shakes his head no.
"No, I'm good," he says, enjoying the cool air coming from the car's air conditioning. He watches you nod and reaches over for the car handle for you so you can get out of the car.
He leans his head back and watches as you walk in, your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination as he watches your ass move perfectly with each stride you take. He'd been watching you for months, and he was sure you were oblivious to the stares or the way he'd lick his lips watching you.
You definitely didn't know that he'd lay in bed with his hand around his dick, imagining it was your face he was fucking. He had his eyes closed, a groan escaping his lips as he felt his dick twitch at the images in his head. He opened his eyes, hearing the door open again, and looked over at you holding a Red, White, and Blue Popsicle.
"Look, they had one in your colors," you tease. "Do you want the first lick?"
"Umm, no, I'm good," he stammers.
You giggle and hold it up to your lips as you wrap your mouth around it, savoring the cold frozen ice that tasted like cherry, coconut, and blueberry. You moan at the coolness going down your dry throat and open your eyes as a groan escapes Steve's lips.
You can see him now, his eyes locked on your lips. You pull the popsicle from your lips as you can feel your cheeks burning. You look over at him and notice that he has an enormous erection formed in his shorts.
"Steve?"
"Don't stop on my account," he hums, his own cheeks turning a bright red. That you swear was as red as the cherry tip of the popsicle. "But don't argue with me when I get you home and my dick replaces that fucking popsicle," he said, gripping the wheel tightly. "I've wanted to have your mouth around my dick ever since I laid eyes on you. I just know you'll look good between my legs as I fuck that pretty little mouth," he says, and you feel the wetness in your panties begin to leak from your cunt.
If the others could just hear Steve's choice of words.
You honestly didn't think he had it in him.
You lock eyes with him as you bring the popsicle up to your lips. You slowly push it in all the way and suck it, making the sexiest noises you can muster. When you finish, you remove the popsicle stick, and he leans forward, bringing you into his lap, and he kisses you. Taking your lips roughly with his so he can taste the mixture of the artificially flavored popsicle.
"Just wait till we get home gonna fill you up," he says into your mouth. "Hope I don't stretch your pretty little mouth or cunt with my dick too much, Sweets," he hums, and you ache against him as you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as you shove your tongue in. You pull away a few moments later and grind your shorts against his erection. He moans and dips his fingers into your sides before you hop off of him and look at him innocently and bat your lashes as he curses under his breath and pulls out of the parking spot. It's impressive that he didn't get pulled over on the way back to the compound; any cop would have taken one look into the car and noticed just why Captain America was speeding through New York City Traffic. But for once, for once in his life, he could care less about breaking the law.
When you got back to the compound, Steve quickly opened your door and simply pulled you up into his arms. His lips crashed down onto yours in a bruising kiss. You wondered what the others would think if they saw him walking you into the compound with your legs wrapped around his waist.
Luckily, nobody else was at the compound that day, he carried you into his room and roughly pushed your back into the wall by the door, and the two of you quickly undressed each other ad then he tossed you onto his bed, where he finally pulled your panties off and his boxers. After your underwear was removed, everything else seemed to be happening in slow motion. Steve held your body close to his and laid back on the bed. He turned you, so you were facing his dick. He watched in awe as you moved back and descended your cunt onto his mouth. The tip of your clit had emerged from the hood and glistened. You began to grind the soft flesh down against his lips. He around your clit and up inside your wet folds.
You began to hump his mouth so vigorously that he couldn't help but moan against your cunt. Your juices spilled down his flushed cheeks and dripped off of his chin, and coated his beard. His hands moved up your sides and squeezed your tits, and he smirked against you as you cursed his name.
You finally reached and took his dick and licked the tip tasting his precum. You smirked against it as you began to lick and suck it like she had the popsicle earlier. Delightful obscenities streamed from your mouth between licks.
"Steve," you hummed. "You taste so sweet," you said before taking all of him in, and you began to bob your head up and down as you wrapped your hand around his dick and moved it in unison with your mouth. He was thick, but you fit him all the way in.
"Y/N," Steve groaned, pushing his hips up against your mouth. "Wanna be in you," he said in a rough voice. You pull your mouth away, and Steve moves to lay you onto your back, his hands on both of your sides as he looks deep into your eyes and slides effortlessly inside you.
"Fuck," he says as he rubs a thumb over your clit. "S'Tight," he says as he pushes in, filling you to the hilt. You run your hand through his blond locks, pulling on it slightly as you pull his lips down to yours. He feels so good inside you. You can't even say anything at first; a string of curses leaves before you can muster the strength to say his name.
"Steve," you moan. "You're so good," you finally can say, pulling him closer with your legs. He smirks and kisses you and begins to fuck you faster and harder as you pull on his hair. Something about hearing you praising him opens something up inside Steve, and he smirks as he pulls your head, so you were looking right into his eyes. He presses his thumb to your clit as he pounds inside your pussy, and you moan his name over and over.
"Relax, sweets, just relax," he says, moving his finger up to your mouth.
He runs it along your lips, and you lean your head and take his finger, sucking your juices from it.
"That's it, sweets. Keep being good for me," he says as a smile spreads to his lips.
"Such a precious little slut you are," he says against your ear. That's one thing he can't look you in the eyes and say, and he feels you pulling him tighter and closer, your moans and curses getting louder as you pull his head back to face you. You kiss him, and he rests his forehead against yours and moans into your lips.
"Keep being good for me. Yeah, sweet thing, just relax," he said, his lips brushing softly against yours.
"Are you ready?" He murmurs. "You're doing such a good job. I can't wait to fill you up," he says, holding your hips close as he takes a few more long and hard thrusts before you come undone and your feet dig into his calves.
"You feel incredible," he groans and looks deep into your eyes. "You want me to cum inside you, don't you? Of course, you do," he says, running his fingers back over your lips and groaning as you take them back into your mouth.
"Stevie," you murmur. "Fill me up," you say, sucking his fingers, and he groans as he quickens his hips and fills you with his cum.
He lays there for a few minutes, placing sweet little kisses along your shoulders and to your neck. When he pulls out of you, you feel an emptiness inside you and smile as he smiles down at you, resting his elbow onto the mattress and his head onto his hand. He gives you the cutest little smile. His face softens, and he looks down at you with those boyish blue eyes.
"Hope I was good," he hums and kisses you as you giggle and run your fingers gently through his hair as he lays his head on your chest.
"Very good," you hum and smile as you kiss his lips. "Such a good boy," you hum.
How It's Going/Ended
You pace in your apartment as you look up at the clock on the wall. You jump slightly as there's a knock on the door. You walk over towards the door and look out of the peephole and see Bucky running his vibranium fingers through his now shorter hair, the hair that you had cut the night before.
He was holding the bag from the store that he had picked up, an order that you had made online, so he wouldn't know what it was. You opened the door and took the bag from him, and hugged him tightly as you let out a long sigh that you were holding in.
"Now, are you going to tell me what's up, doll?" He asked, stepping in. He and you had become close once Steve had chosen to go back to be with Peggy. He spent more time at your apartment than his own, finding your couch much more comfortable than his floor.
"I'm late, Bucky," you whisper, looking down at the floor. "You know it's late," you say, looking up into his blue eyes. You can feel the tears coming to the corner of your eyes. You sit down beside him, and his eyes look right at yours.
What you and Bucky had, it just happened. Naturally, a few kisses here and there, you both vented about Steve leaving to be with a woman he had only kissed once. Steve had told you that he loved you, that you made him happy, and then he left not only you but his best friend to go back in time to be with Peggy Carter.
Bucky had wanted to tell Steve that he was free, that his mind was now under his control, but he had cornered him before he had the chance and told him he was going to be with Peggy. He didn't even tell you goodbye. Bucky had to do that. He had to tell you that your boyfriend had chosen to leave you behind to be in another time with another woman. He took your hands in his, pulled you into his lap, and gently took your face with his fingers.
What you and Bucky had now, it happened naturally. Little stares here and there, he asked if he could hold your hand. The first kiss happened while watching The Wizard of Oz. While you and Bucky had sex, you had been extra careful, so you knew that the baby belonged to Steve if you were pregnant.
"Whatever that test says," he whispers with his blue eyes locked on your face. "I'm going to be right here," he says, and you lose all control, and the tears began to fall as you lean into his hand that was on your cheek. You nod, and he leans, kissing down each of your cheeks, then your lips as he wraps an arm around you.
"I don't deserve you, Buck," you say as he wipes your tears.
"Doll, if there's anyone that doesn't deserve anyone it's me," he smiles up at you as your hands move to his face. Bucky had learned that most hands were built to crush or destroy. Most had handled his body like a minefield. But yours, yours felt like the gentle flow of spring; kind on his skin and delicate. "I love you, Doll," he said, leaning his forehead against yours. "And I'll love this baby and raise it like it's mine if it's what you want to do," he says and smiles as you close the space between you and him and softly kiss his lips.
"I love you too, Buck," you whisper and smile against his lips. "I love you so much," you say against his lips.
It was then that you realize just how easy it came off of each of your lips. It wasn't like that with Steve, and Bucky was sitting there so in love with you that he was willing to raise a child that was his best friend and not his to show you just how much he meant it.
"I'm going to go take it," you whisper, and you feel his lips on yours once more before finally you pull away and walk towards the bathroom. You read the test a few times before peeing on the stick and waiting for the results to show up. It was one of those that just said "pregnant" or "not pregnant" you bit at your lip and heard Bucky walking behind you, an arm wrapping around your waist. You look up at him as the timer on your phone went off, and you lay your head on his black tee.
"Want me to look at it, doll?" He whispers, and you look up at him, slowly nodding your head. He lifts the test and reads the word "Pregnant" off to you.
Earlier, you thought you were going to cry if you read that word. But when you see the love-filled eyes of Bucky Barnes looking at you before he leans down and kisses your stomach, and you play with his hair with a giggle, nothing but happiness and pride exist inside you.
It is at that moment that you realize that while you had been given Steve's heart, it wasn't the heart that's meant to love you. That heart belonged to James Buchannan Barnes.
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My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:
My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?
Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *
* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *
Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!
My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.
Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?
My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?
Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...
Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!
Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.
Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *
My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.
Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!
My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?
Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *
Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!
My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!
Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.
* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *
* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *
My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.
Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!
My MC /OC /YUU: ....
Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!
My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.
Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...
* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *
Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.
Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!
My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?
Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?
My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...
Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!
My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.
Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.
* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *
My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!
* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *
My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!
Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?
My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...
* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *
Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!
My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?
Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.
My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *
Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!
* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *
Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.
Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!
Crewel: Yes.
Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!
Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...
Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?
Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.
Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!
Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.
Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...
Jamil: Grimm, do you know?
Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!
Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.
Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.
Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!
Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!
Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.
Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!
Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.
Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!
Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!
Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!
Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!
Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.
Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!
Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...
* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *
Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?
Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.
The boys went by one by one and finally ....
Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *
My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!
Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *
My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!
Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?
My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!
* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *
My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!
Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.
My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?
Twisted boy: I would love that!
* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *
Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *
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Hey guys I’ve decided to run a writing prompt list from now until the end of summer! I’d love to see other writers participate in this too, just make sure you tag + credit me!
As always I write for Peter, Arvin, Tom, and Harrison. Feel free to request au’s (I've got some suggestions below the cut) or within series I’ve written! I hope you guys are as excited as I am! The last day of summer is September 22nd so that’s when the prompt list will end, love you guys xx
Masterlist
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Summertime AUs:
Surfer
Lifeguard
Rich Kid
Camp Counselor
Water/Amusement Park
Summer School
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100 Prompts:
Buying a snow cone machine when the ac goes out
Making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater
Partying on a boat
Getting jealous at a bonfire
Aquarium date
Getting competitive with fireworks
One gets tan, the other gets sunburnt
Water balloon fight
Sneaking into a concert
Someone’s hammock nap gets interrupted
Playing beach volleyball
Drinking too much at a street fair
Going to a farmer’s market
Going to a drive in movie theater
Trying to build patio furniture
Road trip
Someone gets stung by a jellyfish
Getting stuck on top of a ferris wheel
Stargazing is interrupted by a thunderstorm
Skinny dipping
Body painting
Purposely spilling a drink
One person goes to a party without the other
Having a picnic
Eating fruit off of each other
Going to a party in an abandoned pool
Running from the police after a party gets busted
Falling asleep during a long drive home
Taking a wine tasting and painting class
One gets heatstroke and the other takes care of them
Running into your summer fling for the second summer in a row
Jumping off a rope swing
Going to a house concert
Getting caught fooling around
Meeting the parents for the first time on summer vacation
It’s the last day of summer, and your last day together
Getting drunk and getting married in Vegas
Scavenger hunt
Setting up a slip and slide
Making each other charm bracelets
Carving watermelons like they’re pumpkins
Buying matching Hawaiian shirts
Making lemonade
Sending hand written letters to each other when one is on vacation
Trying to win a prize at the fair
Your mouths getting dyed different colors from popsicles
Trying to make your own ice cream
Going clubbing for the first time
Swimsuit shopping
Putting messages in a bottle
“Can you help me cut my hair?”
“I’m not stuck, I like it here.”
“We are not platonic, and my feelings are never going to be platonic.”
“I’m melting!”
“Shh, we’re gonna get caught!”
“I’m sorry I’ll try to be less good looking in the future.”
“I miss you, I still think about kissing you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Get that popsicle away from me!”
“I’m happy just to be here with you.”
“I meant it, I love you.”
“You taste like coconuts.”
“We are not cuddling until the ac is fixed.”
“You bought what?!”
“Uh, I think you missed a spot with the self tanner…”
“Do you look this good every morning?”
“They’re hitting on you.”
“You are the center of my universe, meaning everything revolves around you.”
“I just wanna be wherever you are."
"Let's just stay in bed all day, I don't feel like getting up."
"Can you help me with my sunblock?"
"Are you seriously drinking hot coffee right now?"
“I need you to let me in.”
"Please tell me we'll be there soon."
"What happened to you?"
"I'm being eaten alive!"
"Ew, you're sweating."
"Have you ever made a fire before?"
"What the hell is that noise?!"
"Not everything has to be a contest."
"I bought a metal detector."
"If you untie my bikini top again I'll kill you."
"Did you steal that?"
"Why are you sticky?"
"I made you your very own summertime playlist."
"How come you never just, stay home?"
"Oh! The pavement is hot!"
"Let's rent a treehouse."
"Don't go falling asleep on me alright?"
"Can you help me wash the car?"
"I'm sorry, what kind of candy is that?"
"You know he didn't mean it like that."
"I like the sound of your voice."
"Leave."
"Please be careful, you're stressing me out right now."
"I can't believe I agreed to this."
"What kind of surprise is this?"
"I don't know how to swim."
"I don't wanna play with you because you keep cheating!"
"Okay, now make a wish.”
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Taglist + Moots
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Summer Writing Prompts
Sorry so many of these revolve around sharks, I like sharks okay?
Person A and Person B go on a date to the waterpark.
“School’s out!”
Person A and Person B work at a summer camp and they convince all of the campers that they’re dating.
Person A and Person B work at a summer camp and they convince the campers that they’re siblings.
Haunted summer camp.
Beach trip.
“Is that a new swimsuit?”
“There’s a shark in the water!” “Where? Do you think it wants to be friends?”
“Did you know that more people are killed by falling coconuts in a year than by sharks in a decade worldwide on average?”
“It’s summer. Stop trying to make me learn things.”
“We were just about to play some volleyball. Wanna join?”
Person A and Person B go to a screening of Jaws out on a lake.
“No wonder you’re about to pass out! You’re wearing all black in 90 degree weather!”
“I should have worn sunscreen.”
“I was gonna go for a swim, if you want to tag along.”
Person A and Person B take their child(ren) to the aquarium.
A beach day is rained out.
Person A and Person B argue about whether or not it’s safe to send their child to summer camp.
Dancing together in the summer rain.
Person A and Person B are on a boat when the motor breaks. They are now stranded in the middle of the ocean.
“Ow! That jellyfish just stung me!”
A game of beach volleyball gets way too competitive.
“It’s 100 degrees out and you’re still stealing my sweaters.”
“I think they’re drowning!”
Family reunion gone wrong.
“That is the weirdest tan line I have ever seen.”
Pool party.
Person A and Person B try to decide whether to take their kids to Disney World or SeaWorld.
“You know, it sucks that most adults don’t get summer vacation.”
“Your shorts are too short, young lady!” “First of all, I’m an adult. Second of all, I’m not even your kid!”
“I brought smoothies!”
Summer wedding.
Road trip.
Water balloon fight.
“The grill is on fire!”
“Those fireworks were amazing!”
Picnic date in the park.
“Aren’t you a little old to be playing in a treehouse?”
Stargazing.
“I can’t believe my favorite roller coaster is closing!”
Person A and Person B are stuck in summer school together.
Swimming with dolphins.
“Do you want to go swimming?” “I didn’t bring a bathing suit.” “You won’t need it.”
“Why do drinks taste so much better in a coconut?”
“It’s a nice day. We should go outside.”
“I hate hot weather.”
We don’t know this kid, but their family left them at the rhino exhibit so now we’re taking them around the zoo to find their parents.
“Who gave them a water cannon?”
Everyone is eating popsicles, and Person A keeps biting theirs to assert dominance.
“We should make smores!”
“How did you get so many mosquito bites?”
“I think we’re at the wrong wedding.”
“Honestly, I just want it to be Halloween.”
Person A saves Person B from drowning at the beach.
Person A and Person B take their kid to the waterpark for the first time.
Summer sunset love confession.
Ice cream date.
Amusement park date.
“They’re just mad because I said it was too hot to cuddle.”
The air conditioning breaks.
“Do you want to go get a smoothie or something?”
“Have you seen my bathing suit?” “Yes, and it makes you look fantastic.”
Sandcastle building contest
“I know it’s kinda dumb, but I found you a pretty shell.”
“How many times have I told you that you need to reapply sunscreen halfway through the day?”
“Let’s go to that new ice cream shop down the road!”
“You know I hate hiking.”
“Did you just eat a marshmallow that was still on fire?!”
Person A passes out from the heat and Person B helps make sure they’re okay.
Person A and Person B have a picnic in a gazebo in a secluded area of the park.
“Don’t touch me, I’m all sunburnt.”
“Quit splashing me!”
Person A pushes Person B into a lake, unaware that B has Thalassophobia (extreme fear of deep water).
Walk on the boardwalk at midnight.
Going to the county fair.
Person A hurts themself while on a hike with Person B.
Dancing in the summer rain.
Person A gets their hands on some water balloons and makes it everyone’s problem.
A day at the amusement park where Person A hates thrill rides and is terrified of heights, while Person B wants all of the thrills.
Person A has never made a s’more before and gets it all over their face. Person B finds this hilarious.
“Do you want to catch fireflies?” “We’re adults.” “Yeah, so?”
“Who put a spider in my bunk?!” (summer camp setting)
“You know I hate camping.”
“You reapplied sunscreen three times. How are you sunburnt?”
“Are you drinking enough water? It’s really hot out, you know.”
Person A and Person B are at their child’s baseball game and they have to cheer them on despite the fact that the kid sucks at baseball.
Hearing something weird out of context at a theme park.
Person A and Person B are in Washington DC and A gets bitten by an emu at the National Zoo.
Person A and Person B take their child(ren) to Yellowstone and that child (at least one of said children) is really unenthusiastic. (Bonus points if sibling is super excited.)
The dog sneaks in the car on a road trip.
Person A and Person B are on a date at a theme park when a random crying child asks for help finding their parents.
Karaoke night.
Person A loses part of their swimsuit (Or the whole thing, if A happens to be wearing trunks) and Person B helps them find it.
Person A and Person B stop at a run-down hotel in a creepy old town.
Person A decides to do community theater over the summer and is cast as Person B’s love interest.
Person A shoves a snow cone in Person B’s face.
“Ugh, I’m all sweaty.”
“Maybe we should go cool off.”
Person A keeps stealing sips of Person B’s lemonade.
“You know, I love the beach, but I hate sand.”
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