#How To Get Chlorine Off Skin After Swimming

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જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 content warning: smut, innocence corruption, sneaking around, praise, oral (m! & f!receiving), temperature play, pool sex, small age gap (both characters are adults), pervy!brothersbsf!matt, innocent!reader, forbidden love

જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 author's note: here are parts one and two, and there are more to come after this. 💖 enjoy!

જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 summary: your protective older brother has always warned you to stay away from his best friend, matt sturniolo. after losing your virginity to matt, going against your brother's judgment, the two of you start sneaking around in plain sight.

young god part three

Your brother had been home from college for a few days now, and your parents had taken him into the city for a fancy lunch to celebrate graduating another year. You'd opted out because all you wanted was a nice, quiet, and relaxing day spent by the inground pool in your backyard.

You laid out a bright yellow towel beside the crystal blue body of water that you'd finally deemed warm enough to swim in. You kneeled by the poolside and in one hand, you held a creamsicle that was slowly being melted by the afternoon sun, and with the other, you delicately ran your fingers across the surface of the water.

The cold feeling of the liquid on your warm skin was rejuvenating and refreshing. You could smell the chlorine and freshly cut grass that drifted through the summer air. You laid on your side, propping yourself up with your elbow, enjoying the complementary combination of the slight, cool breeze and hot, sunny weather.

Behind you, the sound of the back gate slowly creaking open alerted you. You turned your head in the direction of the noise, and there stood Matt Sturniolo, your older brother's childhood best friend, your biggest crush as a little girl, and the man you'd given your virginity to just a few nights prior.

Your stomach fluttered, and your heart raced as the object of your affection made his way towards you, shirtless and in nothing but swim trunks.

"Hey, sweet thing. Is your brother home?" He asked you, watching the way you made your pink treat disappear behind your lips. You shook your head no. "He's out with my parents. I don't think they'll be home for another hour or so."

A sly smile peeked through Matt's expression as he realized what that meant. "Damn," he said, faking his disappointment and taking his beach towel that was thrown over his muscular shoulder and switching it to the opposite one. "Well, it looks like you and I had the same idea. Mind if I join you?"

"No, I don't mind at all," you responded, studying his slim build. "What kind of popsicle you got there?" He wondered, sitting next to you and watching the way you sucked on the cold dessert. "It's a strawberry creamsicle," you replied, blushing.

"You look so pretty with it in your mouth," he complimented you, and you responded with a timid giggle. His eyes grazed over your body, and how cute you looked in your black and white-striped bikini. "Look at you. You could be a swimsuit model," he flirted, running the tips of his fingers along the length of your thighs. You rolled your eyes and swooned.

"Have you put on your sunscreen yet, sweet thing?" He motioned towards the unopened bottle beside you. You shook your head. "Not yet. I have to wait til I'm done with this." You stuck out your tongue and licked a long stripe up your fruit-flavored treat.

Just then, some of the ice cream melted from your popsicle stick, landing on your chest, and you jumped at the cold feeling. "Let me help you with that," Matt cooed, and without missing a beat, he leaned in and licked it off the top of your breast that poked out of your bikini top with his blue eyes locked on yours. You softly hummed and squeezed your thighs together in response.

"Why don't I get your back for you, hmm? Gotta protect that pretty skin," Matt offered, picking up the suntan lotion. He applied a bit of the initially cold-feeling sunscreen to your shoulders, massaging it into your warm flesh.

He rubbed your back with his strong hands, exerting more pressure as you began to relax under his caress. He listened to the sounds you made while you sucked on your strawberry creamsicle, his cock stirring in his shorts.

After he had worked the lotion into the skin of your shoulders, he asked you to lay on your stomach, and he started to spread the lotion on the back of your calves and the back of your thighs while you propped yourself up onto your elbows.

He squirted a bit of suntan lotion onto your perfectly round ass, and started thoroughly massaging it into the fleshy part of your bottom. You grew wet under the touch of Matt's large hands.

He spent a suspicious amount of time squeezing it and groping it, smirking to himself. He even gave you a light swat on the ass, and you blushed and timidly laughed before he asked you to turn over again.

Matt intently watched you run your tongue along your sugary dessert while he slathered sunscreen onto your chest and your stomach. "Why do you like watching me lick ice cream so much?" You naively inquired. "Maybe I'll show you once you're all done with it," he teased you. You playfully glared at him for not letting you in on the secret.

Without warning, Matt's fingers slipped into your bikini top, and he started tweaking your nipples, causing them to harden at the sensation. You gasped. "Matt, what are you doing? I'm not gonna get any sunlight there!" You giggled as you peered up at him, lapping up your melting dessert.

"That's only if this top stays on the whole time we're out here," Matt raised an eyebrow at you and his lips curled into a flirtatious smile that indicated that he was up to no good. You let out a moan as he tenderly grabbed a handful of each supple breast.

Lust twinkled in his blue eyes as he started to jiggle them in his grasp, which made your cheeks rosey pink with embarrassment. "Don't be shy, sweetheart. They're so beautiful," Matt's voice was laced with sensuality.

He moved his hands down your stomach, your waist, and your hips. He slowly pushed your legs apart, and he started oiling up your thighs. A smug expression played in the corner of his mouth as he inched closer to your special place. "Matt! I'm definitely not going to be getting any sunlight there!" You lightheartedly giggled as he slipped his finger beneath the fabric of your swimsuit bottoms.

"Oh, I know, sweet thing, but you can never be too careful. Plus, I like the way you sound when I touch you right here," he said, tenderly rubbing your clit in circles. You immediately felt a faint whimper pass through your lips, and you stuck your creamsicle back into your mouth, sucking on it.

"That's it. Keep making those pretty sounds for me," Matt hummed, a smug smirk playfully crawling into his expression while he continued his movements. He started slowly taking off your bikini bottoms, and you lifted your hip points to help him remove them more easily.

You finished the rest of your ice cream, licking the stick clean and holding eye contact with Matt as he slipped your bottoms down your thighs and tossed them to the side. He reached behind your back and untied your swimsuit top and started removing the fabric from your body.

He spread open your legs once again, revealing your glistening folds and causing your shy nature to surface along with a flushed expression. There you were, tits out and pussy on display in your backyard while Matt ran his fingers along your slit, teasing you and making you even more wet.

You shivered as the summer breeze passed over your wet cunt, creating a delightful sensation. He took the tip of his pointer finger and started tapping rhythmically on your sensitive bud, causing you to jerk beneath his commanding touch. "Oh, Matt," you gasped.

"Good girl," he hummed in response as he leaned down and planted a kiss between your legs. Another moan escaped your pink lips as his tongue gently caressed your clit, circling it and teasing you. His blue eyes lingered on yours while he continued this motion with his licks, drawing closer to all your nerve endings.

When he was right on your most sensitive spot, he closed his lips down around it and started tenderly suckling. You threw your head back and let out a delighted noise while his tongue danced along your folds, lapping up your wetness.

"You know, I've got a popsicle for you to suck on," Matt glanced up at you with his charming smirk. You nodded at him wide-eyed with your lower lip pinned between your canine teeth.

"Why don't you hop in the pool, sweetheart?" Matt suggested, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You went to reach for your bathing bottoms, but Matt swatted your hand away. "Ah, ah, ah," he shook his head. "Your bathing suit stays off."

"But Matt, I'm naked," you giggled in a shy voice. "Good. I like you that way," he chuckled in response, reaching up and gently groping your breasts again. His touch was strong and demanding, but there was a softness to it and a tenderness in his tone as he spoke. His eyes danced across your exposed body as you inched towards the pool, and you let out a shrill sound as you slowly submerged yourself in the cold water.

Matt's swim shorts fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, one foot at a time, and your gaze immediately fixated on the rod between his legs. You couldn't believe that something so big had been inside of you a few nights prior. His protruding tip was glossy with a clear fluid, and his veins decorated his shaft so beautifully.

You didn't mean to be rude, but you couldn't stop staring. Even as Matt sat at the edge of the pool, immersing only the bottom half of his legs, you couldn't pull your eyes off his pretty dick. He wrapped his fingers around it and started slowly stroking it in front of you.

"Come have a taste," he motioned for you to come here with his free hand. You nodded and made your way back over to the edge of the pool. Your stare flickered between his eyes and his aggravated tip. "Open up, sweet thing," he purred, guiding his cock towards your mouth and delicately grabbing onto the back of your head. You slightly parted your lips for him.

"You're gonna have to open a little wider for me," he cooed, chuckling at how cute you were. You obediently listened, parting them further. He burrowed his tip into your mouth, which was still cold from your dessert earlier, and he emitted a guttural moan at the way the temperature change elevated the sensation.

"That's it. Be a good girl and suck on it just like you did with your popsicle, hmm?" He encouraged you, giving you direction and showing you how he liked it. You hollowed out your cheeks and slowly bobbed your head up and down, lightly gagging as the head grazed the back of your throat.

Matt peered down at you with a loving, lustful stare. Your soft, cold tongue slithered up and down the backside of his length, caressing his veins and causing his dick to twitch against your lips every time you came back up and stimulated his tip.

"Eyes on me, baby," Matt whispered, petting your cheek with his thumb and grunting as you swirled your tongue around his nerve-endings. You couldn't get enough of the way Matt looked at you while you gave him head, almost as if the feeling of your mouth was saving his life.

He licked his lips and nodded at you with his eyes glazed over with pleasure as you continued to suck on it for him. "Good girl. Don't stop. You're gonna make me finish all over that pretty tongue of yours," Matt moaned, thoroughly examining the way you serviced him in the most intimate fashion.

His lovely words and the tone of voice he used when he spoke them made your stomach drop. He delighted in the image of you peering up at him with your innocent eyes and his dick buried behind your pink lips.

"That's it, sweet thing. Be a good girl and swallow it all for me," Matt encouraged you with his brows knitted together in an almost concerned expression. His blue eyes were filled with seduction and temptation, and he licked his lips again before letting out another sinful moan. His cock began to twitch between your lips, and he held you in place while he loaded your mouth with his thick, milky seed.

"Oh, yes. What a good girl you are," Matt gave you his most charming smile as the muscles in his stomach spasmed, painting your tongue with several spurts of his cum and nearly filling your mouth faster than you could gulp it down. It tasted bitter, but you did as you were told, making sure not to let a single drop go to waste.

"That was perfect," Matt whispered breathlessly as he caressed your face and ran his fingers through your hair. "That made me so wet between my legs," you admitted to Matt. "I guess you like sucking cock, hmm? You took such good care of it," He cooed, giving you his bedroom eyes. You nibbled on your lip and nodded up at him.

"Now, I gotta take care of my girl," he replied, dipping into the pool along with you, making a bit of a splash in the water. He reveled in the cold feeling against his warm flesh. He grabbed you by your waist and picked you up, and you squealed at the way he handled you.

He directed his still-hard rod towards your hole, sinking it in and listening to your whimper at the sensation of being stretched out again. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed it in deeper. You were still sore from having lost your virginity to him a few nights before, and your walls fluttered around his sensitive cock. You whined in pain.

"Sh, sh, sh. It's going to be alright. I'm gonna make my girl feel so good," Matt hushed you, looking into your eyes and brushing his thumb across your flushed cheek once more. He went in for the kiss, passionately locking lips with you while your naked bodies were pressed up against each other in the water.

He slowly thrust into you, causing you to moan into his mouth, your lips vibrating against his while he held you in his strong arms, bouncing you up and down on his rod. Matt's tongue politely begged for entrance as he deeply kissed you.

The water around the two of you rippled out at the movements you made. You started to relax as the sensation transformed to pure ecstacy in the matter of a few strokes. He listened as your stifled whines turned into cries of delight.

"Good girl. You take it so well," Matt grunted, speeding up the pace and moving his lips down to your chest. He tenderly took your tit into his mouth and started licking and teasing.

"Oh," you muttered, throwing your head back. He hummed against your breast while his tongue flickered over your sensitive nipple. He suckled on it just like he had with your clit earlier while he drove his hips forward, stimulating that special place deep in your core.

His mouth moved back up, and he started kissing up your neck, nipping and biting at it while pulling you close again. You softly whimpered in his ear while he explored your erogenous zones with his lips.

Your arms were wrapped around the back of his neck, your fingernails lightly digging into his back as you tightly gripped his waist with your legs. "That's it, sweet thing. Take it," he groaned, savoring the feeling of your warm, wet pussy squeezing around his hungry cock while your bodies moved in tandem, giving and accepting one another in a primal dance.

Your brother had always warned you about Matt's perverse nature and his way with words, the way he could lull any girl he wanted into his arms and into his sheets, but you saw a different side of him. You saw his desire to make you feel safe, the appreciation he felt towards your body, and the way he prioritized your pleasure.

You were both on the verge of greatness, nearing your shared orgasm while you chanted each other's names. Before you knew it, your body was going limp as you steadily clenched around Matt's throbbing dick. The two of you finished together, and he filled you with his seed once again.

You'd been waiting for that feeling again, dreaming about it, yearning for it. You loved how easy it was for Matt to get you off, and your climaxes were so much more intense with him than they were on your own. You couldn't get enough of him.

The two of you were staring into each other's eyes, and your legs were still wrapped around Matt's waist when you heard a car door shut. You and Matt scurried out of the water, throwing your bathing suits back on. Matt was helping you tie the strings of your top back together when your brother wandered through the gate.

"Matt? What are you doing here? I told you I was going out to lunch with my parents," your brother said, clenching his jaw and squeezing his hand together in a fist. "I know. Your sister invited me to swim with her," Matt said, glancing over at you, and you blushed.

"What were you doing when I walked through that gate, huh?" Your brother raised his voice a bit. "I was just helping her fix her top. It came undone in the pool," Matt lied. "Dude, you're sick. Stay away from my sister when I'm not home," your brother said, baring his teeth and flaring his nostrils.

"Dude. Chill. Her top came untied when we were splashing each other, and I covered my eyes until she put it back on. She just wanted me to double knot it for her. That's all," Matt said, holding his hands up in a defensive position, his heart beating out of his chest.

"He's telling the truth," you nodded, Matt's cum still slowly dripping out of your pussy and into your bikini bottoms. Your brother's eyes glanced between you and Matt before he relaxed his shoulders and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I had a few beers with lunch. I just saw the two of you and assumed," your brother chuckled. The tension in the air was gone just like that.

"It's cool, dude. I get it. Come on. Let's go take some of that aggression out on those damn zombies," Matt laughed, playfully slugging your brother in the arm, and the two boys walked off together to go play video games.

Right before Matt disappeared from view, he looked back at you for a moment and winked, letting you know how much he was enjoying your little collective secret.

જ⁀➴ ♡🍨 part four here

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[antiquarianfics]

Poolside

You and Bucky enjoy a pool day.

a/n: unedited fluff piece anyone?

The sun warms your skin as the gentle breeze immediately cools it. You sigh contentedly as you turn your head to the side, closing your eyes as you relax, breathing in the smell of chlorine and sunscreen, and listening to the melody if your favorite song playing from your portable speaker. Off days were few and far between for you as an Avenger, and that didn’t change even after defeating Thanos. Your little team of Sam and Bucky still managed to find yourselves wrapped up in life threatening situations too often for you to enjoy a nice summer day by the pool.

A shadow covers your face and you frown, opening your eyes and lifting your sunglasses onto your head to face the perpetrator.

“Can I help you?”

Standing in front of you and blocking the sun is your super soldier of a boyfriend with a smile on his face. He’s shirtless and sporting pale blue swim trunks that you’d bought him. (He’d scoffed, asking when you’d ever have time to swim. You smirk inwardly. Point: you). He’s also dripping wet from being in the pool; his hair is stuck to his face (he shakes his head a little to unstick it), his skin sparkles a little in the sun, and a puddle is forming at his feet.

“C’mon, doll. Get in,” he pleads.

“I’m busy,” you argue, lifting your hands to show how occupied you are.

“You’re just sitting there.”

“I’m enjoying the sun.”

“You can enjoy the sun in the water.”

“Maybe later.”

He stares at you and you stare back. He sighs and then turns away to go back to the pool. You smile at your victory and pull your sunglasses back down on your face. Lying back down, you close your eyes. However, you let your guard down and it turns out to be a mistake. Once you’ve lain back down, Bucky runs back over and scoops you up in his arms. You scream.

“Bucky!” You scream, hitting his chest. He just laughs as he jumps into the pool, cradling you close to his chest.

You hold your breath right as you go under. You feel the water envelop you, the cool temperature immediately cooling your hot skin. You feel your hair float up around you and you feel that feeling of becoming weightless in the water. Then, you feel the pressure of Bucky pushing the two of you back up to the surface and your head breaks the water. You gasp for air and pull your sunglasses off your face back onto your head (you can’t see through the water droplets anyway).

“Bucky!” You whine as he just laughs.

“Yeah, babe?” He asks innocently.

You’re giving him an irritated look, but you can’t hold it long. You let it fall and sigh, lying your head on his shoulder.

“I’m going to get you back for that.”

“I look forward to it.”

[educatedsimps]

hello!!! I love your fics! Can I request a kenma x reader? where he does things he hates but still does it for the reader because the reader loves it? eg: getting wet in the rain etc? thank you if do!!

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kozume kenma x reader

a/n: HI ANONNN i'm so glad you like our stuff! and ofc bae :) yes kenma would 100% do stuff he doesn’t like just for his partner because they love it.

cw: not exactly the usual type of fic with a storyline, it's kind of like headcanons? mostly? but written headcanons? i think ????? idk man. anyway it's all fluff and kenma being ridiculously in love with you :)

wc: 1.7k

fic below!

the following is based on true events: lyssa: *sends yves a screenshot of the request* look there's another kenma req! yves: he's a literal cat lyssa: yeah! wait but that's not the point of the- yves: hold on i have a tweet for this lyssa: LMAO ofc u do

okay, on to the real stuff!

"Kenmaaaaa, let's go (insert activity of choice)!"

"...do we have to?"

"Yes! It'll be fun, I promise!"

"...are you sure?"

"Yes, come on!"

"...you really wanna?"

"Yes! And I promise to spend a whole day gaming with you. We can play literally any game you want. Now, can we go? Pleaseeee?"

Sigh. "Alright."

This was the usual conversation between the two of you whenever you wanted to do something Kenma didn't necessarily enjoy. In other words, you’d bribe him with a full day of gaming together.

You knew he'd much rather stay in any day of the week instead of go out and engage in such uncomfortable, sweaty and outdoor (derogatory) activities. Anyone who even remotely knew him would know that. However, you genuinely thought that doing more physical activities together would be good for the both of you.

Hence your increasingly frequent pleas for him to join you in doing said activities.

The first time you asked him out on such a date, it was to go swimming together. He looked at you with a blank expression, but you could read his thoughts exactly. "Do you even like me? Do you even know me?" was what he seemed to be saying. With his eyes, at least.

To be honest, most of his reasons for not wanting to go swimming were pretty valid. Why would he wanna get soaked just to take another shower after that? Why would he go swimming when there are gonna be people around to witness him flap around in the water? And his hair is already bleached, so why would he want to ruin it further by going into a pool practically loaded with chlorine? Out of everything, chlorine had to be the bacteria killer? Why couldn't it have been something nicer, like chocolate or something?!

Fair enough, you thought. But by the time the two of you were out of the pool that day (you don't even remember if you just played in the water or if you actually swam laps together), the sun was literally shining down on him, yet his smile seemed brighter than the sun itself. You weren't sure exactly what about swimming had made him smile like that the first time, but since then, every time you suggested going swimming together, you'd remind him how much fun he had the last time and he'd be less opposed to the idea.

Even though he'd probably never admit it to you, he actually enjoyed going swimming with you that first time because of you. The way you laughed and the way you seemed so comfortable in the water honestly captivated him. Then he started to notice how the sun reflected off the water and onto your skin, casting a golden glow around you.

So damn pretty, he remembered thinking to himself.

Soon, you started going swimming at night - to not "die of UV rays", in his words - and the way the moonlight reflected off your skin was simply ethereal. He couldn't have used any other word to describe you in that state. You reminded him of a siren, and if real sirens were even half as beautiful as you, he’d understand why those pirates and sailors were so easily lured out to sea.

Even if you couldn't swim swim, you still looked so content in the water that slowly, he couldn't say no to going swimming with you anymore.

The next kind of activity you asked him to do together was to go to the beach. And of course, you were met with the usual resistance at first. The way his face lightened when you said "swimming" then pinched together when you said "at the beach" told you exactly what he was thinking.

Ew. Sand. Everywhere.

Honestly? Valid. Sand gets everywhere - and I mean everywhere. The sand gets scorching hot in the daytime so why would anyone wanna go there? To get sand up your ass? To burn your feet off?? Like, can't you just do that over the kitchen stove or something?

That was until you were spending the day together at the beach, building sandcastles and sunbathing and just hanging out by the water. You could never forget how relaxed he looked by the end of it.

Sure, there were tons of other people at the beach that day, but he completely forgot about that when he was with you. You just did that somehow - make him feel like it was just the two of you even in a crowded room.

"It's not that bad, right, Kenma?"

"Eh..."

It's "not that bad" only because of you but I'm not admitting that, is what he was thinking.

This process continued with several more activities - cycling, hiking, even going to the gym.

When you asked him to go cycling together, his face told you, "What makes you think I'd enjoy cycling when there isn't even water to help me cool off this time? And what if I lose balance and fall?"

When you asked him to go hiking together, his expression screamed, "There aren't even gonna be wheels this time, are you kidding me? My legs are gonna give out. You're gonna have to haul me back home by yourself and it's not gonna be my problem."

And when you asked to go to the gym together, he muttered, "Kuroo and Yamamoto are rubbing off on you."

Despite these complaints, Kenma always came home looking more refreshed than ever. Even though he still didn’t love those sports, he didn’t hate them either, thanks to you. But that wasn't the point.

To him, the point was just seeing you do what made you happy. And as much as he hated getting all sweaty and sore and tired, he absolutely loved watching you go about the activities you had planned. Sure, you were just as sweaty and sore and tired as he was, but he didn't care. He honestly just cared that you were happy, and he knew then that he would do anything just to make you smile like that for the rest of your lives.

As for non-physical activities, if you love doing things like going to the museum, painting, gardening, yoga or meditation, board games, photography, he'd definitely be less resistant even though he doesn't particularly love those activities, and of course he'd just enjoy spending that time with you. Honestly, he's just glad you didn't pick something physically draining this time.

One time, you dragged him away from his video game and out of his bedroom to go play in the rain together. When you told him you wanted to go out into the rain, he had half a mind to drag you back into the house and lock you in the bedroom with him. But he was also kinda curious as to what you could possibly find so exciting in the middle of a rainstorm, so he followed you outside with just his hoodie, sweatpants and house slippers.

As raindrops pelted against his skin and clothes, he looked up to see you standing in front of him with your arms held out to the side and your head tilted slightly upward.

It was cool and rainy night, and Kenma would typically be in the comfort of his bed or gaming chair, safely sheltered from the rain. Why the hell would you wanna go out in the rain when you have a perfectly good house to stay in? He thought earlier.

Now, he finally had an answer to that. Two, in fact.

One, it was beautiful. He's obviously seen rain before, but only from his window. He had never been in the rain like this before. He's been caught in the rain on the way home from school or practice, sure, but never deliberately in the rain.

Looking up, the night sky was splattered with stars, barely visible behind metallic grey storm clouds. Silvery droplets raced towards the ground and glistening specks of water started to collect on his lashes. Blinking them away, he could see you in front of him.

The second answer to his earlier question was simple. You.

Dressed in one of his old volleyball jerseys, home shorts and slippers, you still looked so goddamn beautiful to him. You were laughing wholeheartedly even as raindrops assaulted your skin from above. You were somehow glowing even with just the dim streetlights nearby. Turning towards him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him towards you, further out onto the empty street.

"Come on, babe, have some fun!" You yelled, making sure he could hear you through the downpour. He could feel the rainwater slowly soaking through the material of his hoodie and onto his skin. He watched as you started kicking your feet and jumping into puddles of water on the road, and soon, the two of you were in the middle of an all-out puddle war.

Sooner or later you'd both be out of breath, and you'd end up with your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. As the two of you swayed slowly back and forth, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The falling of rain around you, the steady beating of your heart, your slow breaths and the quiet rumble of thunder nearby added to the overall ambience.

Thinking back, he wasn't sure if this experience was beautiful because of the rain or because of you. Probably the latter, he thought. Furthermore, if he had to describe this experience in one word, he'd say it was magical. Simply and absolutely magical, and all thanks to you.

That day, he also decided that going out into the rain with you was worth an extra shower, and eventually this became a habit for the two of you whenever it rained heavily at night. If you moved to an apartment, you'd stand on the balcony together and stay there while it rained. Sometimes you'd dance, sometimes you'd play around with the puddles of rainwater on the ground, and sometimes you'd just be in each other's arms talking about anything and everything.

Main point is, he’s in love with you and he would do anything for you - even if it means getting sweaty and tired. Though I don’t think he’d complain that much if you asked to play volleyball HAHAHA

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How about 15 from your 3000k with either Arthur Curry or Billy Hargrove? 🙃

Small Town Summer Days

Billy Hargrove x plus size reader

Summer brings hot weather, which means days lounging by the pool, tiny swimsuits and sundresses

Warnings: Billy is hornee lol, vague mentions of bullying and fatphobia, mutual pining, sexual tension, implied smut

WC: 995

Minors DNI

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Billy knows that he should look away from her, that it was dangerous to stare at her. Because if he stared for too long, she’d notice. And if she noticed then she would smile. And if she smiled, Billy doubted he would ever be able to dig himself out of this hole he found himself in.

But to look away meant that he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore. He wouldn’t be able to watch as she leaned back into the pool chair, her overly curvy body on display behind a criminally tiny bikini as she read that dumb book Nancy had given her. And if he couldn’t witness that site anymore, then what was even the point of being a lifeguard at this shitty small town pool. 

She was the sweet girl in his grade, the quiet one who had instantly caught his attention when he strutted into math on his first day. She was bigger than the other girls who threw themselves at him, sure, but he did always enjoy women with a bit more meat on their bones, he knew they could handle him real well. And she was shy, so very shy. She got flustered when he said her name. By the time December had rolled around, Billy was already playing around with the idea of how his last name would sound after her first.

That’s how he justified not sleeping with her, she was just too damn innocent and he was too damn deep already. No matter how badly he wanted to corrupt her, he didn’t want to break his own heart when she would inevitably figure out what a bastard he was. But she was making it very difficult for him.

She showed up every day about an hour into his shift, a small tote bag on her shoulder, a floppy hat on her head, and the shortest, sluttiest sundresses he had ever seen covering her large body. The hem always landed in just a way that he could see the seam of where her plump ass met her thighs whenever she bent over. It was a far cry from her normal school wear (which he also found very attractive) and Billy couldn’t help but be thankful for the blistering heat.

Her routine was always the same: claim her chair (usually the one directly across from the life-guard tower), lay out her towel, slip whatever dress she was wearing over her head and carefully store it in her bag, lather up her perfect skin with sunscreen, and then settle down to read for a few hours. Occasionally, she would slip into the chlorinated water with a graceful dive and emerge on the shallow end like a Bond girl stepping from the surf in one of those spy movies. He loved those days, they were his absolute favourite.

His other favourite days happened to be whenever she would wear her purple swimsuit. Somehow it made her skin glow in the Indiana sun. Plus it helped that it was her tiniest swimsuit and it showed off everything.

His blue eyes were so firmly fixed on the way the lilac bikini top stretched over the soft fat of her tits that he didn’t notice the fact that her book was now forgotten beside her and her heart-shaped sunglasses rested at the tip of her nose. But he did see how her nipples pebbled under the thin fabric and goosebumps exploded all over her skin like a cold wind had washed over her. 

“Fuck me.” He groaned under his breath, his already small swim shorts getting even smaller. 

Billy’s firm gaze was not unfamiliar to her, in fact, he had been glaring her way since the first time he waltzed into Hawkins High. He, like everyone else, seemed to find her infinitely fascinating in the worst way. But unlike the others who had tormented her throughout her school years, she found herself looking forward to his scrutinising looks. 

He was handsome, far more attractive than the boys she had grown up with, but he also had a confidence that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Like every other teenage girl in Hawkins, she fell quickly and she fell hard but unlike her peers, she knew that Billy wouldn’t even consider her as a hook-up.

So his tanned muscular body and perfectly messy blond hair remained firmly in her fantasies, fuelled by her daily visits to his work-place. She dreamed about him strutting over to her chair, his deep voice, tinged with a slight surfer dude accent, crooning to her. He would invite her to the private lifeguard locker room to “cool down” or offer her a ride home in his Camaro which he would pull over to the side of a dirt road and then pull her into his strong lap. When the images flashing behind her eyelids got too steamy, she would force herself to take a quick dip. Ignoring the intense glare from the King of Hawkins as she would emerge from the cold water.

And now, she felt like her whole body was on fire. Billy was watching her again, absentmindedly biting on the end of his sunglasses as he did so. Wetness pooled at the apex of her thick thighs and she squirmed, her nipples tightening with arousal. 

Even from across the pool, she saw the way his eyes darkened with lust. His plump lips curled into a smirk as he finally met her gaze. He kept eye-contact while he stepped off of the raised chair and began to saunter over. Her chest heaved with desire which grew stronger with each step he took. By the time he reached her chair, she felt like the air had been ripped from her lungs.

He gave her a slow once over, letting his blue eyes trail over every single piece of exposed skin. And then grinned wickedly.

“So princess, how bout I give you a ride home.” 

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What if ewan posted a picture of starlet reader when she was a kid and a video of her and Hayden swimming together from the 2000s and reader falling asleep on him and ewan trying to get her off him and Hayden saying no it’s fine with him and her just wanting to be helld by him all day and only him .but the media gets the photos and videos and loses it !!!

ok so i love the idea of media clinging onto tangible evidence hayden knew you as a kid. but i desperately need to hone in on and talk about the pool scene..

can you imagine how nervous you were in you heard your dad was inviting hayden over? ofc ewan has a pool at this location, and he's close with hayden. its natural to hang out. being insecure over being close in proximity with hayden again, second guessing everything you do or say. the mortifying ordeal of being perceived by your crush when youre young is a terrifying experience. but as soon as hayden coaxes you out of your own shell— like he often does— having fun is a lot easier. he tires you out, he loves hanging out with kids because he knows whats fun. he's very boyish in the sense he likes the same things kids do. video games, rough housing, skateboards and sports.

he throws you into the pool, teaches you how to step onto his clasped hands so he can launch you into the deep end, and you have those high pressure water guns which you obviously use against each other.

at one point he scoops you up when he falls into the pool, bringing you with. he has to knock water from your throat when you take in too much, patting your back harsh with his big hand, soothing it over and telling you he's sorry for dunking you. that was insanely embarrassing, but somehow worth it because of how nice he was to you after. your skin hot from the sun and your eyes blurry from chlorine.. its no wonder you knock the fuck out. you clung onto him in the pool while he apologized for hurting you earlier, and you fall asleep with your cheek on his shoulder. and he lays out on the long beach chair, checking his phone while you softly snore. when ewan comes back out, offering to take you, hayden says no because you just got to sleep and he doesn't wanna disturb you.

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Chapter 9: Hey Baby

Ted and I eventually got out of the pool so we could dry off enough to film the next scene. Putting on his white hoodie honestly made this one of my favourite scenes to film, strictly because it smelled like him. Pine and vanilla. It was such a distinct but subtle smell and the warmth of the hoodie felt like he was giving me a gentle hug. I couldn't stop smiling but I had to keep my cool in front of the film crew, I didn't want them knowing about Ted and I just yet. I'm not even sure if I'll ever want them to know, if I can help it. It's not really any of their business. However, one of the members of the wardrobe team seemed to notice that there was a difference in my demeanor around Ted, commenting on how I had grown more comfortable in scenes with him. I didn't mind it, I don't think they were implying anything. Even if they were, Ted didn't seem to care, so neither will I.

The rest of the day went by fairly quickly after that, mostly because Ted and I needed to be completely dried for the next couple scenes, only to have to get right back into the pool for another kiss scene once the sun had set. They had given him some some funny looking swim trunks and gave me a full one-piece bathing suit, so at least we'd be in the proper attire this time. We were filming quite late at night, the only thing lighting the area were the bright blue lights in the pool and a few LED panels Tanner had set up by the cameras. It was a simple but very romantic scene. Ted would swim over to me and pull me in by my waist near the shallow end. I'd loosely wrap my arms around his neck and we'd share an intimate, longing kiss. Ted let out a content hum in a particular retake of the kiss, his thumb caressing my skin under the water. That wasn't for the camera, that was for me. It made my heart flutter.

When the night ended, the crew helped dry off Ted and I one last time so we could turn in for the night and change into our PJ's. I had a quick shower to wash out any chlorine that might've been in my hair, then moved into my room to change and settle into bed. I'm sitting in bed, still sort of drying my hair with a towel when I heard a knock at my door. I look over and furrow my brows in confusion. Who could that be?

"Come in." I call out to the door, sitting up a bit more and setting the towel aside.

It's Ted. Again, in a white tank top and some dark, loose pajama pants. "Hey, you're never gonna believe this.." Ted's giving me a cheeky smile, leaning a little against my door frame. "Tanner fell asleep in my room again.."

I raise a brow at him, giving a suspicious smirk. "Oh yeah? He took your bed again?"

"Yeah, he did." Ted confirmed without hesitation, keeping his hand on the doorknob.

"Really?" I let a little chuckle escape me, crossing my arms. "Two nights in a row?"

"Yeah. And my laptop is still in here."

"Mhmm, yes it is."

"So I could...do more work in here."

"You could do more work in here?"

"Yeah."

"Just work?"

"...maybe a little more. Can I come in?.."

I give him a knowing smile and roll my eyes. Last night I believed him. Tonight? Not so much. "So Tanner's in your room right now?" I ask, pointing down a little.

"Yeah. Fast asleep." Ted confirms again, toying with my door a little.

"So if I were to..get up and go check your room, he'd be in there?"

"Oh, you wanna check out my room, princess?"

"To see if Tanner's there, yes. I--"

"If you'd rather go in my room, that's perfectly fine. Mine's got cleaner sheets."

An annoyed groan leaves me as I lean my head back, smiling and rolling my eyes. This motherfucker. "Fuck you, I replaced my sheets earlier and you're not ruining these ones.."

"Ok, I didn't ruin them, you did." Ted gestures over at me with a confident grin. "I'm not sayin' I'd deny a second round if you wanted it, but that ain't what I'm here for."

"So what are you here for?"

"My laptop. To do some work."

"But you can't go in your room to do it."

"Well, If you wanted to go in my room instead, I could arrange that."

"I thought Tanner was in there?"

"I could kick him out for you."

I sigh deeply, looking over Ted's self-assured smile before shaking my head, patting the empty side of the bed with a defeated chuckle. "Get over here, you moron.."

Ted's grin widens as he steps into my room, closing the door behind him. I thought maybe he would reach for his laptop that was under the bed and sit down next to me, but he comes right for me instead, climbing onto the bed to crawl over top of me somewhat. I feel my cheeks burn up, moving my hands back to hold my body up when he'd go in for a kiss, a nervous hum leaving me in response.

"I thought--" I talk into the kiss, causing him to move back a little with a curious tilt of his head.

"Mmm? That's new for you.." Ted teased with a purr

"Shut up.." I try to resist the urge to smile, but I fail big time, looking away from him for a moment. "I thought you were getting your laptop to work..."

"Oh, that thing? Nah, it's dead. I'll charge it tomorrow. I'm here for you."

"Oh you motherfucker. I hate you.."

"You don't hate this.."

Ted brings his hand to lightly grab my jaw, forcing me to look his way once more so he could kiss me again, holding himself up with one of his arms. I let out a flirty chuckle as I kiss him back, loosely wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him more into the bed. We don't go all the way tonight, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to. Just being close to this man like this causes all kinds of me to purr. We made out for a good little while, at one point I had nearly straddled his thigh, but we had an even earlier morning tomorrow and couldn't risk doing any more, so we fall asleep in each other's arms once again.

The next morning was still a drag, even with the good sleep I got. Waking up in Ted's embrace again was nice and all, but I was grumpy for most of the morning and he wasn't making it any easier. Ted is definitely a morning person. Me? Not so much. He was all bubbles and sunshine once we got downstairs. I was the complete opposite. Besides some groggy 'goodmorning's, I didn't say a single word to anyone until I got that first cup of coffee and even then it was difficult to film some of the bright and early scenes with him. He'd speak a line perfectly, I'd completely forget mine and he'd tease me about it with this big, stupid smile on his face. It's like he knew something about today that I didn't and he was toying with me. He was purposely trying to get on my nerves without crossing any lines.

"Look...I...I like you and all, Ted, but I--"

"You just called me Ted again."

"...Fuck me, did I? I did?" I look over at Tanner and the film crew with a tired smile as they start snickering and laughing. Poor Tanner gives me a quiet nod, a chuckle leaving him as well. "What the fuck is your name supposed to be again?" I ask with a weary cackle, trying to rub my eyes without smudging any makeup.

"Mason." A bunch of people speak out his character's name at the same time, including Ted. After pouring a second cup of coffee for myself, we were able to get through the scene. As much as I tried to power through it, it was not a good morning.

It got a little easier once I was given an early break to go over the script and brainstorm some ideas with Tanner in the kitchen while the wardrobe team brought Ted over to that little tent in the living room I went in yesterday.

"Is it Ted's turn to wear 10 different brands of foundation?" I joke with Tanner, sitting at the kitchen table with my legs crossed.

"No, he's going through different suits." Tanner explained, leaning back against his chair. "We're kinda torn between a couple outfits for the ballroom sequence. The team wants to see what aesthetic fits him so we can decide on the era."

"I thought you guys already had an idea?" I ask, taking a peek at the script. "We were gonna go with fantasy, weren't we?"

"We were, when it was you and Conner. I just don't think fantasy fits Ted. We're shooting for realism this time. More...50's-60's era. Maybe a little older."

A knowing smile spreads along my lips, taking a sip of my second cup of coffee. That's actually kinda perfect. Ted and I are essentially going to be cosplaying one of my favourite eras of the real world.

"You guys wanna see Ted in his first suit?" Joe peeks into the kitchen with a big grin on his face. "We need help with voting.."

Tanner and I look at each other with excited expressions, for our own reasons of course, before immediately getting up and moving into the living room to watch this little fashion show. Joe and Tanner moved the couch back a little so Ted could simply step out of the clothing tent to show off whatever he had on

"Did you bring fucking everyone over here, you asshole?" Ted curses at Joe from behind the dark partition, peeking up passed the top of it. He was taller than the damn thing so we could always see his hair and some of his forehead behind it, unless he squats down.

"Of course I did! You need voters!" Joe chuckles, sitting down on the couch next to Tanner and I.

"They're just different colored suits!" Ted chuckles, holding out a bundle of different colored suits in one hand. "What's there to vote on? They all look the same!"

"I mean, some of them are different colors..." Tanner added, pointing at the bundle of suits Ted was holding out.

"Ted if you wrinkle up any of those fucking suits, I swear to God.." Joe huffs, getting up to swat Ted's hand away. "They're meant to represent different decades of history. Put one on."

"Is that why one of these have a duck flap in the back?"

"Is that the one you have on right now?"

"Yeah."

"Then come out and show it already!"

I hear Ted let out a little huff, stepping out from behind the partition to show off the first suit. It looked like a normal black and white suit, fitted with a blue and white striped tie and a sleek black jacket with a longer section in the back. He looked...a little goofy.

"I feel like..." I pause, leaning forward a little as I look over the suit with my eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"I feel like it's missing something." Tanner finishes my thought for me, giving the same slightly confused expression.

"He could wear a top hat. We could get him a top hat." Joe suggested with a little smirk, but no one really liked the idea. Tanner and I shake our heads.

"I look like I belong in a Panic At The Disco music video.." Ted chuckles with a little shrug, looking at everyone's visible disapproval.

"Alright fine, next suit." Joe huffed, playfully pushing Ted back behind the partition so he could change into the next suit.

The next hour was spent waiting for Ted to change into the next suit so he could come out and show them off, always getting mixed responses regardless of what he was wearing. He came out in a light brown plaid suit with a dark brown tie, Joe liked it, Tanner and I didn't. He came out in a baby blue suit, Tanner liked it, Joe and I didn't. He came out in an all white suit, I kind of liked it but Joe and Tanner weren't impressed and finally, he tried on a dark brown suit and none of us liked it, Ted included. It started to feel like we were putting too much thought into this.

"Why don't I put on just the regular fuckin' black suit we have back here?" Ted asks from behind the partition, tossing the brown suit jacket to the side.

"I just--" Joe sighs, sitting back down on the couch with Tanner and I "I'm worried it's going to look boring."

"Black suits aren't fuckin' boring, Yo-seph." Ted replies, glancing over the partition at Joe. "They're only boring if you make them boring."

"I feel like it depends on who's wearing them.." I add, crossing one of my legs over the other. "Like, Tanner could probably wear a grey suit and look great."

"Awe. Thanks." Tanner gives me a genuine smile. "I could probably wear a grey suit and look great. I think Joe would look good in the baby blue suit."

"Maybe. I liked the lighter brown one.." Joe admitted with a little shrug. "I might steal it when we're done. Are we allowed to steal stuff from set?"

"I mean..." Tanner pauses, glancing up as he thought about it. "Probably, as long as the college doesn't yell at me about it, take whatever you want."

Our conversation is cut short by the sound of Ted stepping out from behind the partition one last time, showing off the next fit.

🎶Hey baby, hey baby, hey!

Girls say, boys say

Hey baby, hey baby, hey 🎶

Ted comes out in a simple white button up shirt with a loose black tie attached and black slacks held up by a pretty black belt, holding the black suit jacket over his shoulder with one hand with his other hand in his pocket. Joe and Tanner have completely perked up, talking with Ted with excited smiles. I can't focus on anything they're saying, my eyes completely fixed on Ted's attire. I don't know why, but this outfit did something to me, REALLY did something to me. I felt my body physically react when he first stepped out, my eyes lingering over the outfit. I had to cross my legs. The sleeves were rolled up a little, and the shirt was tucked into his pants nicely. The entire fit looked comfortable. My gaze wanders along Ted's hairy arms and electric watch, noticing his hand fidget in his pocket. My eyes fix onto his belt for a moment until I can hear my name being repeated, a light blush appearing on my face when I realize Ted's been looking at me. If he caught me staring at his belt, I'm gonna kill myself.

"I think they like this one.." Joe's giving me a knowing grin, raising his brows at me when I look at him.

"Oh yeah, she's lost in it. This is the one." Ted snickers a little, adjusting his round glasses on his face.

"Don't--" A nervous chuckle leaves me, tucking a little of my hair behind my ear. "Don't patronize me, he looks...he looks fine. It works."

"This is literally just the outfit I wore for my barbie video, minus the jacket." Ted admits, hooking the suit jacket over the top of the partition.

"I mean, if that's what you want to go with, that's perfect for Mason. Glad to see everyone approves." Tanner smiles and gives a single clap, standing up from the couch. It seemed like Tanner had no idea why Joe and Ted were teasing me, he was just happy we had all finally agreed on something.

"Should I change out of this?" Ted asks, picking at the front of his shirt a little.

"Do you want to?" Tanner asks, raising a brow at Ted. "You're done filming today, so you could.."

"Oh yeah, I want to." Ted smiles with a little nod, glancing at me briefly. Oh he knows. He knows.

"Sure. Go right ahead." Tanner shrugs and nods back before gesturing Joe to help him move the couch back.

Ted may have been done filming today, but I wasn't. I worked alongside Tanner and Dan during the rest of the afternoon with more silent establishing shots where I was supposed to be thinking and stressing about my character's relationship with Mason, pacing around the living room in some scenes while sitting and thinking by the kitchen counter in other's. Fitting, somewhat. Ted was there to watch every take, keeping his eyes on me throughout all of it. Every now and then, he'd do little things that would catch my attention. He'd slip his hands into his pockets, he'd sway a little in place, he'd glide his tongue along the inside of his mouth and check me out. Whenever Tanner and Dan weren't paying attention, I'd shoot Ted a glare or even flash the middle finger. I was trying to show that his silent flirting wasn't doing anything, but God was it hard not to swoon.

I don't even know what was happening to me. Ted showed us the barbie video a couple nights ago, I've seen this fit, it didn't affect me at all before. Now, I find myself taking any chance I can get to look at the belt he had on when he isn't looking. I think about how it'll sound to unbuckle it, I think about his hands being in my hair, grabbing my jaw, caressing my cheek, praising or even demeaning me. I'd kill to get this version of Ted in my room.

Man, am I fucking ovulating or something? What the fuck is wrong with me?

The moment it got really bad was closer to the end of the night. Everyone was packing up the wardrobe tent in the living room while I made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen. I was fully facing the counter so I couldn't see anything going on behind me, my attention fixed on my phone. I thought I heard someone walk behind me, but I figured it was Tanner or something just trying to walk by me. Boy, was I wrong.

I feel something slightly press up against me from behind. "Watcha watchin'?"

I hear Ted's low purr in my ear, and my face immediately heats up, quickly turning myself around to see Ted was right there. Right in front of me.

"Y-You scared the shit out of me.." I huff, slipping my phone into my pocket. "It was just TikTok.."

"You feelin' alright? You've been all over the place today.." Ted gives me a confident smile, leaning in a little more to rest his hand on the counter behind me, slipping his other hand into his pockets.

"T-Ted.." I feel my face heat up a little more, trying to lean away from him. He had me cornered once more, though this time we weren't alone. "Th-The crew is still here..."

"What about em'? We're just talkin'." Ted shrugs casually, glancing down at my lips. "Nothin' wrong with talkin.."

"You're not lookin' at me like you wanna be 'talkin''" I glare at him, resting both of my hands back on the edge of the counter.

"Oh, I definitely don't." Ted doesn't hesitate to agree. "I don't think you wanna be talkin' either.."

"What gives you that impression?"

"The way you've been lookin' at me."

"I haven't been looking anywhere." A chuckle leaves me and I roll my eyes. "I've been doing my job today, Ted."

"Mmm, and staring at my pants was part of your job today, yeah?"

I can't hide the heavy blush that spreads along my cheeks, locking eyes with Ted with a defeated sigh. I hate this man. I hate what he does to me. "I was looking at your belt, actually..." I corrected, giving him a small smile.

"Ohhh, you don't even deny it this time.." Ted purrs at me again, his hand slowly moving from the counter to inch closer to mine. "You wanna help me take it off later?.."

Ted and I are interrupted by the sound of Tanner calling out to him from the living room, asking him to come help with packing away the camera's. Ted let's out an annoyed huff and pulls away from me, slightly trailing his hand along mine briefly. "Oh we ain't done here, princess.." Ted looks me over one last time before finally moving out of the kitchen to go help Tanner, giving me a chance to breathe properly.

Once the crew had gone home, Tanner, Ted, Dan, Joe and I were hanging out in the living room, sitting together in the same spots we were the night we played Jackbox, which meant Ted was right next to me, still wearing that stupid fucking hot ass formal fit. Since everyone here knew we were seeing each other, he wasn't afraid to sit close by and rest of one of his arms behind me, occasionally moving his hand to touch my shoulder and caress my upper arm when he knew no one was paying attention. It was driving me nuts. The only real break I got from all the little looks and gestures was when Tanner suggested we play Smash Bros. Ultimate, making Ted sit up more so he could focus. Ted and I bonded over our love for the series, often having to fight for 1st during every match, though Tanner, Joe and Dan weren't half bad at it either. I wouldn't say any of us were competitive levels of skilled, but we were all good enough to put constant pressure on each other.

"I swear to god, if you spike me one more fucking time.." Ted grumbles at me, the only other sound in the room besides the game being the clicking of our respective controllers.

"Just don't get spiked, Ted." Tanner teases him with a big smile.

"Yeah Ted, don't let them spike you." Dan joins in with a little chuckle, looking over at how focused Ted and I were on this match.

"I'm gonna chokeslam you two if you don't shut the fuck up." Ted growls playfully with a big smile on his face.

"No guys, keep going, distract him for me.." I laugh a little, leaning forward to focus on the match. There was a good minute or two where we couldn't get a single hit on each other, continuously shielding, dodging and parrying attacks like our life depended on it. Truthfully, I just wanted to beat him as a way to punish him for teasing me so much, and boy did I work for it. I lost a whole stock to set up the perfect spike off the edge, and when I got it, I was so proud.

"YES!!!" "FUCK!!!"

Ted and I both shot up from the couch as we shouted. I can't help but start laughing happily, raising my controller up above my head as the others start excitingly talking over each other about the match. I point and laugh at Ted as he sits back down, glaring playfully at me.

"You fucking bitch.." Ted curses at me with a grin on his face, playing his hands in his lap. "You little cunt.."

"Get fucked, Teddy! Get shit on! Get absolutely dogged on!" I gently throw my controller onto the couch next to him, moving my hands into my hair as I try to catch my breath. God, that felt good.

"You're gonna fuckin' pay for that, mark my fuckin' words, princess." Ted shakes his head and points at me, ignoring the others as they start to clean up. "Watch your ass.."

"I can't hear you over my fuckin' victory, Ted." I wiggle my fingers at him in a flirty wave, sticking my tongue out.

"Yeah yeah. Just you wait.." Ted mumbled under his breath, standing up off the couch to help Tanner bring everything upstairs.

We all split off for the night, this time I got to see Tanner actually walk into his bedroom and close the door. No way could Ted make the same excuse 3 nights in a row. I move into the bathroom to wash the makeup off my face, taking a moment to look at my reflection with a smirk. I take a deep breath as I look into my own eyes, running a little mini experiment. I think of the most random things, keeping a close look on my small pupils. When I allow my thoughts to shift to Ted in that formal fit, I watch my pupils enlarge quite a bit, smiling to myself with a slight chuckle. Yeah, I'm down bad.

I exit the bathroom and move into my bedroom for the night, sort of nibbling on my lower lip as I turn around and slowly close my door. When I feel the door shut, I don't immediately turn around, keeping my hand on the doorknob for a moment. I smile to myself. I had a feeling this was going to happen.

"I tried to tell ya, princess.."

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Genre/Tropes: Comfort (Reader to Azul)

Summary: The reader is hanging at the pool till aces ruff housing ends up with y/n falling into the pool and as they were trying to swim back up they got a cramp and started to sink deeper into the pool panicking and they hear a splash (the rest I’ll leave up to u author Chan but if u could sneak a kiss between them it would be super cute 🥰)

Author's Comments: didn't sneak a kiss oops but its very fluffy comfort C:

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Maybe taking a solo trip with Ace and Deuce to Octavinelle’s pool wasn’t the best idea.

Ace kept running around on the slick tiled floors, bare feet slapping annoyingly across the gorgeous blues and greens. With Deuce still in the locker room, there was nobody to rein him in—even though Deuce would likely start running after him and it would be up to you to stop them. His laughs bounce off the walls and he comes skidding to a stop right in front of you with a mischievous smirk. Before you can say anything to him, he shoves you into the pool with his whole body weight, falling in with you as your body hits the water. The sting of chlorine in your nose makes you hack and cough and kick, which Ace seems to find oh so amusing. You make a gargled noise that was supposed to sound like stop, but it sounds nothing like that at all.

“Come onnnn, Prefect. Now is just the time to decompress!” he sighs, resting on his back in the pool and leisurely floating as if he didn’t just body slam you into the water.

“It’d be more relaxing if you weren’t here.” you shoot back, sending your scariest death glare his way.

Ace could be so annoying sometimes.

“Wah wah.” Ace whines mockingly, shooting you a smug grin as he lifts his head up, “Bet Deuce would whine less than you.”

“I beg to differ.” you huff, flicking some cold water at his face.

Ace yelps and wipes it away, glaring at you now, too.

“Bet. I’ll prove it to you.” he snickers, splashing over to the other end of the pool and climbing out in the most ungraceful way possible.

You open your mouth to remind him of the “two people in the pool at a time so they always have someone with them in case they start to drown” policy, but he’s already out the door. You roll your eyes and opt to get out of the pool too, because better safe than sorry, right?

You begin to make your way over to the stairs, but just then the unthinkable happens.

Your leg starts to cramp up.

You flinch and reach down to massage it, and in that split second you find yourself sinking. You thrash to try and keep your head above water, but your cramp is only getting worse and you can only make out a strangled help before you’re pulled under.

You try kicking furiously to reach air again, thinking of how stupid this is and how dumb of a way this is to die, but you hear a splash and suddenly you’re saved by two unfamiliar arms and a mass of black and a bare chest. You weren't underwater for long, but the panic you felt at the prospect of drowning has your head spinning.

You break the surface of the water and find yourself curling into your savior’s chest, but you almost fall back into the water when you see his face.

It’s Azul.

His skin is tinged purple with black designs twisting over his chest. He’s staring down at you with an expression that’s clearly a mix of fury and disappointment.

“Hey.” you smile awkwardly, shrinking in on yourself.

“What are you doing!” he hisses through gritted teeth, staring so intensely at you that you that you’d think he was trying to burn holes into you, “What in Urusula’s name convinced you that swimming alone was a good idea?”

“I wasn’t alone! Ace and Deuce are here, they just…” you cross your arms over your chest, “Well...Ace was here. He left to go get Deuce. I was trying to get out of the pool when my leg cramped up.”

Azul sighs, the sound so relieved and ragged that you feel a dagger of guilt pierce your chest.

“Legs…” he mumbles, swiping the thumb against your thigh over the wet skin, “So pretty, yet so useless in water.”

Your face goes warm. You’ll unpack that later.

You almost don’t comprehend the useless part. Almost.

“You’re lucky I was here…if I hadn’t…” he presses his forehead against yours, clenching his eyes shut, “Prefect, please never do that again.”

“I won’t. I’m sorry.” you cling to him too, partly because you feel the weight of what just happened bearing down on you and partly because it just feels right.

Azul breathes in and out slowly, and you follow his lead. The two of you are still floating in the pool, and briefly you wonder why Ace hasn’t gotten back yet. (Maybe this is all just an Octavinelle scheme and Jade and Floyd are running interference. Then again, maybe your boys are just strangling each other. Either one is plausible.)

Your mind shifts to Azul’s merform, and you turn to face him out of curiosity. He looks confused as you stare, but after a few beats of you just looking he seems to remember what form he’s in. He flushes a soft pink, clears his throat, sets you down on the poolside, and before you can tell him that you don’t mind and that you think he’s beautiful he’s diving beneath the water and leaving you alone.

You furrow your brow and shift positions to lay on your belly. The water ripples as you reach for it, dipping your fingers into the chilly pool. You’re disappointed when nothing happens. The reflection of your face is staring back at you, the overheard lights glaring against the smooth, crystalline surface. It’s so calm, you’d almost believe that Azul just teleported away.

“Azul.” you call out, waving your hand around in the water to hopefully entice him back up, “Azul, come back.”

Nothing.

“Azul…” you sigh, “Can you come back up here, please?”

You wait in silence for a few moments, staring down at the water as you crane your neck to see into the pool. When nothing happens, you flop back with a deep sigh. You wish Azul could feel more comfortable with you, but you aren’t sure how to get him to open up-

A tentacle curls around your wrist, and you jump in surprise. It rips away from you and a mass of black flinches away from the surface, but you jump up and thrust your hand into the water to let him know that it's okay.  You feel him take it and squeeze, but he stays underwater.

“I’m sorry, Azul. You just surprised me, that’s all.” you hum, “...you can touch me. I promise I’m not repulsed. I think you’re beautiful.”

Silence.

“Do you want me to see you?” you ask, “Squeeze my hand once if no, twice for yes.”

He squeezes your hand. Once.

“But I already saw you.” you whisper, “You don’t need to hide. Here—come here, Azul. Do what you did before again.”

A few bubbles pop at the surface. You can only assume he just huffed, but he does what you ask. A tentacle curls around your wrist, this time more shy, and you slowly reach down to touch it. He flinches, and you stop, but he doesn’t pull away completely.

“Thank you for doing that. I mean it when I say you’re beautiful.” you say, rubbing your thumb over the slick appendage, “I promise nothing bad will happen if you let me see you again, Azul.”

And you link your pinky with his.

He understands.

His head pops up out of the water, and instead of the soft pink you saw earlier his face is red. A water droplet slides down his cheek, and you’re not sure if it's actual water or his tears, but you don’t pry. You take your hand away from his tentacle to reach out for him.

“There you are, pretty.” you smile, gently pressing your palm to his cheek.

“There’s no need to butter me up.” he huffs. A different tentacle lifts out of the water and curls around your arm.

“I like them. They’re pretty, just like you.” you say, and he knows you’re not lying because you don’t yank your hand away in disgust at the slimy texture or a suckers or the sopping limb that’s so unnatural.

“Ah…” he flushes again, sinking into the water and blowing irritated bubbles, “You’re a strange one indeed.”

“And you’re beautiful.” you say, and he dunks his head back in the water to hide his blush but you’re too busy laughing with glee to chastise him.

Azul will come around one of these days. You’ll see to it.

[rayneydays]

very late gustholomule week drabble

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Little human children giggled behind their hands at the sight before them, Gus couldn’t help but do the same.

They didn’t visit the public pool often. However, as witches crossed over more, Gus, as past captain of the HAS, wanted his friends to enjoy all aspects of human culture. Including the figurative and potentially literal cesspool of splashing toddlers and probably-pee infested water.

Plus, to Gus’ joy, one of those friends didn’t learn how to swim. And the beach, with its aggressive waves that even knocked Willow over, probably wouldn’t be the best place to learn. So he took it upon himself to teach Matt. He was so generous, really.

”Your parents really never took you to Lake Lacuna?” the question had been on the tip of his tongue when he first found out. But there was always a certain look when Matt got upset, genuinely upset. Faraway eyes and pinched upturned brows that made Gus feel something.

But just like he was with illusions, Matt was a quick learner, and Gus was a fabulous teacher if he did say so himself.

When they got the basics down, he retreated to sit on the edge, letting Matt practice with Vee.

Gus kicked his feet, watching the pool water ripple. It was such a bright blue. Did chlorine do that? What was chlorine anyway?

He looked up, biting back a laugh at Matt doggy paddling awkwardly under Vee’s guidance.

Anticipation simmered in his gut.

He looked at Matt, all toothy grins and bangs plastered to his forehead. He looked happy.

Gus wanted that look all to himself. And once Matt was skilled enough, he’d have it.

-

It was a pretty long ride to the beach in Conneticut, but Gus knew of another place. During their initial time on the human realm, on days he needed alone, he’d walk off.

After being gone for hours, Gus would return with a clearer head and a new secret destination all to himself. At least, until now.

Matt blinked slowly as sun hit him right in the eye. Gus brushed tree branches aside, revealing the edge of a cliff. He looked down with a grin.

“Woah,” Matt said faintly.

”I know, right? isn’t it cool?” The lake below them was a deep sea green, the sun making it sparkle in their eyes.

”It’s … okay.”

”Don’t lie.”

Gus dropped his bag, shoving it underneath a bush and kicking off his shoes, Matt followed. The two eased closer to the edge, Matt slowing a bit.

The cliff was pretty tall, but not enough that the fall hurt, the illusionist figured.

“This is safe, Augustus?” Matt’s voice voice was hesitant, however he was quick to deflect. “I don’t want you getting hurt, you’re so frail.”

”I’m bigger than you.”

”Taller,” Matt corrected, “whose job is literally construction ergo lifting heavy shit all the time?” he flexed his muscles for emphasis, and Gus had to feign disgust.

”You mainly draw the crap, and make Kikimora do all the work,” he snapped back, a light blush tinging his ears.

Matt grumbled a bit, crossing his arms as he looked over the edge.

“You swear it doesn’t boil?”

“I swear.”

“On King’s dad?”

“On King’s dad, dude.”

Gus grabbed Matt’s shoulders, hugging him loosely. Upon being drawn into the false sense of security, Matt begrudgingly nodded.

”You remember to hold your nose?”

”Yeah - but,” Gus cut him off quickly, dirt scuffled underneath their feet as Gus pushed - pushed -

A girlish shriek the constructionist would deny later.

“What the fuck!”

The two tumbled off the cliff in a gaggle of tangled limbs and held noses, the air ripping through them.

Matt yelled all the way down, clinging to him with wide, angry eyes.

Gus took back his previous assessment on it not hurting to hit the water. It was like a cold smack to the face. They detached as they sank, clawing to the surface. Gus gulped up air, skin prickly as goosebumps formed. The water was so much colder in the human realm …

”Matty?” he called as he breached the surface, eyes still shut tightly. At the lack of response, a bit of panic flared. “Matt?”

”Hold your nose.”

Gus gasped as he was pushed back under water, swallowing lake water as he sputtered for oxygen. After the blatant assassination attempt on Matt’s part, Gus had to enact revenge. They continued to splash and chase each other for almost an hour.

His legs shook from exertion as they swam for a nearby rock. He glared in envy as Matt hoisted himself on the boulder like it was nothing, like really, where was that twig packing the muscle?

Matt yanked Gus up by the back of his tank top so he could flop beside him on the rough surface, gasping.

”Weak, nerd.”

”Shut up.”

Matt looked around. The lake was encased in a woodlands, the land sloped upward to be a mountain. There were a couple lower ledges that Gus would originally jump into the lake from, as he worked his way up to the highest one.

“You didn’t even jump from that before making me do it? What if there was rocks or something?” Matt cried. “I could’ve died!”

”I’ve swam this lake plenty of times, there aren’t rocks.”

”We’re sitting on a rock, you dumb fuck.”

Gus promptly shoved the boy off the edge, taking great satisfaction in Matt’s flailing limbs.

As Matt drowned beside him, Gus tugged idly on his hair. It was a good thing wash day was coming up.

It was another hour before they made their way back up the mountain, which, in hindsight was a lot harder barefoot, but Gus still thought it was worth it.

Too tired to hold an argument, they murmured amongst each other quietly, bumping shoulders and brushing hands.

Gus shivered, only partially from the cold.

They arrived back at Camilla’s as the sun came down. Thankful that she allowed them to stay the night, they trekked to the basement.

Camilla came down to call them for dinner, only to find them tangled together still in their swim trunks.

She smiled, and flicked the light off before retreating back upstairs.

-

“Did you put on any sunscreen?” Camilla gasped in horror at the angry, red flaking skin of Matt’s shoulders.

”I did!” he shouted back, shoulder’s bunched up, “ .. Ms. Noceda,” he added hastily.

Matt hissed as Gus pumped aloe vera over the irritated skin, rubbing it in weakly. When Camilla excused herself to find more healing ointment, Gus smacked the skin lightly.

”Ow! Augustus!” Matt reached behind him blindly to hit Gus.

”Does it hurt?”

”What do you think, prodigy?”

Gus laughed quietly, muttering an apology as he massaged the aloe vera into Matt’s shoulder blades. On autopilot, he leaned forward, head darting down to press a brief kiss to his shoulder.

”I’m sorry, Matty.”

He peeked at Matt’s face hesitantly, silently hoping the red adorning his face wasn’t just because of the sunburn.

[inkyquince]

Patreon Post: Innocent Crush (Eden the Hunter)

content warning. Male Reader with Feminization, Noncon turned Dubcon, Breeding.

He couldn’t help it. It was your fault. Everything was your fucking fault. Leading him on with that smile, that helpful attitude, that fucking glimmer in your eyes. It made something in his stomach twist, and made his heart hammer in his chest… Made his cock swell in his stained school trousers.

You’re just some little shit that sits in front of him in History class, how dare you do any of this to him. Especially since you’re trying to make him think… Trying to make him… He… He isn’t gay. He doesn’t like guys. That’s for Briar who lets horny classmates hump his thighs, or Leighton, who won’t stop fucking looking at him in the changing rooms, or Harper, who loves daring everyone to kiss, quivering in his seat.

He isn’t like that. Eden likes women. The ones in those dirty magazines, with hairless pussies and big tits. He’d jerk his cock at the pictures, thinking about when he gets to finally fuck. Groping the bouncy breasts and fucking the squishy cunts, and loosing himself in the feeling of being fully taken into someone. He wanted to fuck women.

So why was this little shit making him feel all this stuff?

He was so nice. The only person who gave Eden a proper smile when passing in the hallways. Gave him his spare pen once.Gave him a flash of your ass when changing into your swim shorts and it wasn’t his fault for popping a stiffy. You’ve… You’ve got a girl’s ass!

So, why would anyone blame him? Anyone would do it if they were led on like he was.

The wet slapping that echoed around the locker room was so loud, loud enough that anyone else would be worried that someone would come investigate. Not Eden. Not when he’s got you where he wants you. In stolen swimwear, folded over the bench as his cock fucked your virgin ass over and over again. You trusted him. Stupid bastard, you trusted him. Why would you stay back after the rest when he asked you? He hated swimming, but he was good at it. Maybe he should have asked you to the lake for a breaststroke practise session, and fucked you against one of the rocks. At least then the smell of chlorine wouldn’t be irritating him as much. It would also be cute watching you struggle not to gulp down lake water as you struggled to maintain a grip, wet and fucked open and your cock struggling not to cum, like it was now.

Just a half an hour practice session. Stupid bitch you were, you believed him and didn’t even fight him when he wrestled you to the ground and started to strip you, not in a way that mattered. Your fists pounding against his back didn’t feel like anything. So weak, like a girl. Even the yelp and objections that began to pour from your lips as he yanked a tight, little swimsuit out from his bag and began to force your legs in first was nothing to him. Worst of all, you looked just as good as he thought you would. Cock stuffed behind the tight elastic, putting pressure on your chest to make it puff out like a pair of, admittedly, small tits. Your ass… Your ass remained the best part. Slipping out the tight costume, the way it made you look like the women in bikinis he’d stare at from across the way. Except, now, his hard cock was brushing against the skin. The pretty, soft, biteable skin.

You struggled to take his dick. Of course you did, You had such a small hole but you could take his fingers easily. He knew you were some sort of queer, one that wanted to try and draw him in, but he beat you. Stuffing your boy pussy full of his cock, slamming you back on him over and over and over again.

“E-Eden! Please!” You gave a sob, clawing at the bench that he had you bent over, leaving deep scratch marks on the wood.

It just made his stomach tighten at the sight. Tears streaming down your face, the tight swimsuit digging painfully into your skin, with one shoulder of the costume having ripped already, showing off those cute little nipples, so girly. Eden did think it was a shame that you were crying, that if you’d just stop putting up such a fucking fuss, you’d be able to really enjoy being fucked like a girl. Didn’t all gay guys love this? It wasn’t until he roughly yanked you onto your back and saw the little tented bulge in the crotch of the stolen swimsuit. You were hard. He could only stare, open mouthed, at the sight.

“D-Don’t look!” You covered your tear streaked face only to have one of your hands ripped away and pressed against your nipple.

“Play with your tits.” Eden breathed, still fixated on your little cock, and the way precum began to seep through the material.

Of course you liked it. Your boypussy loved his big cock and being stretched open and being fucked. Your erection bobbed cutely as he resumed his sloppy thrusts, the loud squishing of your insides being bullied echoing around the tiled room once more. Your whines sounded less pained, filled with tears, and more pleasured, cute little hiccups and moans. You didn’t want to enjoy this. You didn’t. But the wet, sweaty cling of the swimsuit against your body, the rhythmic pounding deep inside of your ass, even the cool air against your freed chest, was all too much for your poor body. Eden fucked you like a fleshlight, something that had you useless and boneless and spreading your legs so that the heated knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter with mindless pleasure.

You looked prettiest like this. Drooling and stupid and your stretched out hole begging for more. Eden was enraptured. Such a pretty boy, no, girl. You could be his little girlfriend. Breed your tight boy-pussy everyday, force you to stay in his small, dingy room and just be face down in his sweaty pillows as he fucked you. Maybe he can steal a girl’s uniform, so that everyone would now know that Eden finally had a girlfriend, who had such a pretty swollen clit whenever he started playing with her pussy. It’s all he wants. To be one of those couples that pull each other into bathrooms and let you hump his cock for the entire lunch hour, finger you in the library, slip behind you during swimming lessons and plug you up as you struggled not to alert the teacher that you were being bred.

Lost in his little daydream, Eden leered down at you, ruthlessly fucking your ass until your poor rim was swollen and sore. As he leaned down to lick your puffy nipple into his mouth and suck at the pretty little thing, you could just wrap your arms around his neck, lost in the boy that you tried so hard to befriend, only to be pinned down and fucked and raped.

[gravitywonagain]

Hot Tub Burn Out

(a Fresh Powder in the Pine Trees story)

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The pavement is cold on Wei Ying’s bare feet as he steps out of the locker room toward the hot tubs. There’s days-old snow along the side of the path. Dirt and pine needles mar the white and it’s melted and iced so many times that it looks crunchy. The rough, white towel the resort provides is draped over his shoulders, but is too thin to provide much warmth against the cold conducting its way up his body from his toes. 

He walks quickly, cursing himself for not bringing flip flops with him, but something stops him. There’s someone swimming in the Olympic lap pool. In winter. At night. He shifts his direction, accepting the toe-numbing cold for a little bit longer in order to satisfy his curiosity. 

When he approaches the pool, Wei Ying finds that he isn’t even surprised. It’s Lan Zhan. He’s doing laps, actual laps -- the butterfly, if Wei Ying remembers his strokes right -- at 8pm on a weeknight in an outdoor pool surrounded by snow. Because of course he is. 

Lan Zhan switches to freestyle, swimming away from Wei Ying, as Wei Ying steps up to the side. He must notice his audience at some point because, after the kickflip, he slows, coming to a stop fifteen feet from where Wei Ying is standing. 

He treads water, looking like some kind of aquatic god, bathed in pale moonlight, water droplets like gems, adorning his skin next to his necklace. He reaches up to clear chlorine from his eyes and pushes his hair out of his face and Wei Ying forgets how to breathe. 

Wei Ying swears he’s seeing in slow motion, and he’s not even stoned yet. It’s not fair! He wants to touch him so badly. Fuck. Why can’t he touch him, again?

He hears laughter from around the corner and remembers why he’s here. He allows the sheer ridiculousness of the situation to distract him from Lan Zhan’s arms (and chest and shoulders and neck and...).

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying starts calmly, “Why are you swimming in a non-heated pool? In the middle of winter?” He does not end calmly. 

“It is heated,” says Lan Zhan, entirely apathetic, maybe a little sarcastic. 

“Oh? How heated?”

“65 degrees Fahrenheit.”

Wei Ying takes a breath, watches it condense. Well, at least he can still pronounce Fahrenheit. “What the fuck, Lan Zhan?”

“It is. Calming.”

“‘It is calming,’” Wei Ying mocks, “It’s freezing!”

“It is not.”

He’s talking about the water temperature, because he’s witty like that. But Wei Ying isn’t about to let a technicality lose him an argument. He narrows his eyes to avoid rolling them. 

“It is. It’s 21 degrees outside. Get your ass in the fucking hot tub, Wim Hof.”

Lan Zhan swims toward the side of the pool where his resort towel is laying (on! the! snow!) and Wei Ying thinks he can hear him mutter to himself, “There’s actually some very compelling medical research into Wim Hof’s methods.”

If Wei Ying wasn’t so distracted by the sight of Lan Zhan lifting himself out of the water, he might take it as a personal achievement that Lan Zhan is just doing what Wei Ying told him to do. Not to mention that he was actually muttering, out loud, to himself and Wei Ying. 

But Wei Ying is very distracted. Lan Zhan is very close to naked, dripping wet, and glistening in the fucking moonlight. Whoever decided not to light the pool tonight made an excellent decision. Top marks for that person. Wei Ying should buy that person a beer. 

Wei Ying can’t stop staring. He’s forgotten that he’s not supposed to. Not here, with the instructors just around the corner, and the whole of Cloud Recesses around them. None of that seems to register with Wei Ying right now. He just watches as Lan Zhan towels himself off, somehow not shivering in the frigid air, muscles flexing and relaxing with the easy motions. Wei Ying half expects to see ice crystals forming in his perfectly sculpted eyebrows. 

And Lan Zhan… Lan Zhan is letting him look. 

It’s so much more than seeing him shirtless in the backcountry. It’s… it’s everything. Arms and shoulders and abs and sexlines and thighs and calves. His shorts are not baggy, either, and his ass looks amaz-- 

It’s too much. 

There are people here. Wei Ying is not allowed to jump Lan Zhan in the Cloud Recesses Village Swim and Fitness Center. 

Wei Ying turns away from-- the everything of him, and starts back down the path to the hot tubs, hoping that Lan Zhan will follow and not use his embarrassment as an excuse to bail. 

He could. Easily. It’s not even unlikely, really. Wei Ying’s efforts to force Lan Zhan to spend more time with the instructors have been going well, but he still has yet to seek them out on his own. Tonight serves as an obvious example. 

“Fucking instructors are like twenty yards away,” Wei Ying mutters to himself, a distraction more than anything, “and here you are doing laps in a pool.”

It’s February. Wei Ying still has time to work on it.

In all fairness, it turns out that the only actual instructors there are him and Mianmian. But she’s Wei Ying’s boss, technically, too! And they’re sharing a joint in a hot tub. This is a ski resort. Who cares about management hierarchies? Lan Zhan, apparently. 

-

When Lan Zhan does actually join them in the hot tub, Mianmian is already in fine form. She’s holding the joint Wei Ying just passed her and is partway into a new tangent, this time about... the Lion King? Wei Ying is pretty sure he’d heard something about Simba.

“Okay but, here’s the thing,” she says, “here’s the thing.”

She pauses to take a hit and pass it on to Wen Qing. When Wen Qing takes it, Mianmian, clearly already well into her happy place, stops and stares at where their fingers are touching. It’s endearing as fuck. 

Nie Huaisang is, perhaps, less endeared and prompts her, “Go on.” 

Mianmian looks up at him, confused, as she releases the smoke in her lungs. She’s completely lost the thread.

“So the Lion King,” says Wei Ying, trying not to laugh.

Lan Zhan steps down onto the cement bench next to him and Wei Ying suddenly has so much sympathy for Mianmian’s struggle. 

“The Lion King,” Wen Qing confirms when Mianmian looks to her. 

“They always want to fucking watch the Lion King,” says Mianmian, working her way back, spacey and slow.

Wei Ying laughs, “They do!”

“It’s never Space Jam,” she says softly, almost disbelieving her own words, “Why is it never Space Jam?”

“Terrible taste, those six year olds,” says Wen Ning, who is usually much too shy to make jokes around people. Wei Ying is so proud. 

Lan Zhan’s fingers brush Wei Ying’s shoulder as he settles and Wei Ying is either not high enough or too high for this. Lan Zhan’s face is carefully blank. 

“So, the Lion King,” Nie Huisang prompts, again, drawing Wei Ying’s attention back to Mianmian. 

“Right,” she says, serious now that she seems to remember her original rant, “the Lion King. The beginning of the movie, right? We see happy little lion family doing happy lion family things like pouncing lessons and riding zebras.”

“Sure.”

“And then. And then.” Mianmian pauses, palms out like she’s about to drop some brand new information in a dramatic reveal, “Mufasa fucking dies.” 

Nobody speaks for a minute, not sure if that was the reveal or not.

“Yes,” says Wen Qing, “we’ve seen it.”

Mianmian doesn’t seem to register that her words didn’t land like she thought they should. She just continues.

“But that’s the thing!” she cries, “He dies. All of these kids watch the father die. On screen. And they watch Simba, and they are Simba, and Mufasa is dead! And each and every one of them has a tiny moment where they are awakened to the idea of their own parents’ mortality.”

This time, when the silence settles over the bubbling of the hot tub jets, it’s tinged with that reality shifting stunned feeling that only happens when you’re stoned. Wen Ning takes a hit and passes the joint to Nie Huaisang who doesn’t even look at him when he takes it. He inhales only to realize that the cherry is out and that’s what finally breaks everyone’s quiet reverie. 

“Holy shit, Mianmian,” says Wei Ying, because he can’t come up with anything better or more coherent.

“This is what I’m saying!”

“Okay, but, serious question: Why don’t they ever want to watch Space Jam?”

-

The night is cold and Wei Ying feels good. He hops up to sit on the edge of the hot tub every now and then both to cool off and to give Lan Zhan a taste of his own medicine. Lan Zhan had said that he likes looking at him, so now he can look. While they’re surrounded by people. While they’re at Cloud Recesses. Look but not touch.

He takes another hit, reaching to take the joint from Nie Huaisang over Lan Zhan’s head. If he stretches a little on purpose, nobody here will call him on it. Or, they might, but he doesn’t give a shit. He likes these people and they like him. 

The smoke settles into his blood with that loose, heavy feeling that makes everything move just a little slower. His lungs burn, a satisfying sting, and he exhales, directing the cloud up and away from the hot tub with an easy jaw flex. He watches it catch the breeze and dissipate under the moon. 

He passes it to Mianmian but she stops him from leaning back. She inhales and hands it back to him before drawing Wen Qing to her. She tilts her head and Wen Qing opens her mouth, a smile in her eyes, and matches their lips. 

Wei Ying reaches across the tub to hand the joint to Wen Ning who looks like he very much wants a distraction from his sister’s… flirting? Sure. Wei Ying laughs and sits back. He will absolutely give Wen Qing shit about “not dating” Mianmian later. 

He very determinedly does not think about shotgunning with Lan Zhan. But telling himself to not think about Lan Zhan works about as well now as it does when he’s sober, which is to say it doesn’t. At all. Now it’s all he can think about. Angling Lan Zhan’s head with his hand, sealing their lips together, sharing smoke and breath, watching Lan Zhan’s eyes glaze with the high, finding out if he smiles while stoned. 

Wei Ying braces his hands on the cement and leans back. The moon has chased away a lot of the stars, but they’re still on a mountain outside of town. It’s more stars than he saw in the city anyway. It’s a beautiful distraction, and a good one. He has no idea what’s going on until he hears Nie Huaisang give voice to exactly the thing he’s trying to distract himself from. 

“You wanna hit, Lan Zhan?” he says, incredibly chill, like he’s not obliterating Wei Ying’s carefully built mental containment wall. The mortar is still drying for fuck’s sake, give it a minute. 

“No thank you,” says Lan Zhan. And then, “My recent experience of waking up in Jin Zixuan’s guest room with no memory of how I got there is enough for the month.”

Wei Ying is so impressed that he just… said that? Lan Zhan actually just offered up an experience that might be embarrassing for him to a group of people that he works with. That didn’t know that. That didn’t need to know that. But also didn’t need to not know that. Holy shit. Wei Ying is so proud. Is Lan Zhan contact high? 

“Oh shit!” says Mianmian, apparently no longer attached to Wen Qing’s lips, “You know Jin Zixuan?”

Lan Zhan nods and leans forward to converse with Mianmian without Wei Ying. What the fuck? This is amazing! How is nobody else freaking out about this? No. It’s good that nobody is drawing any amount of attention to it, but holy fuck!

Nie Huaisang, probably taking advantage of Lan Zhan’s focus being somewhere else, sits up on the edge of the hot tub and leans over to Wei Ying. He’s not whispering, but he’s not exactly projecting so Wei Ying leans in, too.

“Is that why you guys left early?” he asks. 

“Yeah.”

Nie Huaisang nods in something like understanding and disappointment. “Lans all have a notoriously low alcohol tolerance,” he says with a shrug, then adds, “Da-ge says Huan-ge’s a runner.”

Wei Ying tries not to laugh at that image. He really does. But Nie Mingjue chasing after a drunk Lan Huan as he runs away -- probably taunting as he goes, if he’s a secret bitch like his brother -- is just too much. His stifled laughter dissolves into full giggles and he lays back on the cold cement to let them bubble out of him. 

Nie Huaisang disappears back into the water and Wei Ying loses track of time. He watches the stars move. Listens to his heart beat. Counts pine needles. 

At some point Lan Zhan sits up on the edge next to him and leans back on his hands. He looks happy, like he’s actually enjoying this. Being around other people his age and just hanging out and talking. He’s almost smiling. 

Wei Ying swings his feet, dragging his ankles through the hot water, feeling where it catches against his leg hair. He looks over and up at Lan Zhan. From this perspective, Wei Ying sees his brilliant profile, lit from below by the hot tub lights and outlined by the starry sky. He’s so beautiful. It should be illegal to be that beautiful in real life and not, like, a photoshopped celebrity or something. 

Wei Ying watches a drop of -- water? sweat? -- drip from Lan Zhan’s temple down his cheek. It follows his jawline and Wei Ying is just stoned enough to let his eyes focus on it as it moves over perfectly smooth skin. 

If the snow was softer, he might get out of the hot tub and go lay in it. He can feel himself getting out of control. Can feel his arousal lighting up his fucking fingertips. Feel it staticky in his hair. It’s frenetic. 

He’s sure he’s being too obvious, but everyone here is a friend and also similarly stoned and none of them will give a fuck except, maybe, to laugh at him for it later. He can take that. He wishes Lan Zhan would look at him. Wants to do something to draw his attention. Something shameless. Something like biting his ears or maybe straddling his lap. 

Maybe he should go jump in the “heated” pool. Apparently it’s “calming.” 

Lan Zhan looks back at him. Down at him. At him. 

And Wei Ying’s heart stops in his chest. His lungs freeze, his muscles tense. He feels like he’s about to have a panic attack. 

Time stops, except that it doesn’t. Wei Ying can hear conversations continuing beyond his focus, he can feel the earth still rotating beneath him. But also those things don’t exist. The only real thing is the way he and Lan Zhan are looking at each other right now: hungry and trapped. 

The moment stretches on like salt water taffy, pulling taut -- heart-pounding -- until gravity and weed-smoke warp it, make it droop downward, sticky and soft and salty-sweet. 

Wei Ying wants to taste Lan Zhan’s skin. He wants to sit up and lick into his mouth, bite his nipple, leave marks all over his chest. He wants. He wants. And Lan Zhan’s eyes look overflowing with the same desires, the same urgency. A gooey kind of feedback loop that only seems to keep building between them the longer they stare at each other -- the marshmallow squished and kneaded between fingers until it created its own sugary tension. 

It’s Nie Huaisang’s voice that finally breaks through. His voice and his hand as he reaches around Lan Zhan and taps Wei Ying’s knee. 

“Hey, remember when we rented that cabin in South Lake for Spring Break junior year?”

It sounds like the continuation of a conversation that Wei Ying hasn’t even been tuning out so much as he forgot other people existed. But he sits up and joins in anyway. 

“Fuck,” he says, with feeling, “I could kill for a deep powder cabin weekend. Weekday. Whatever.”

Nie Huaisang grins. It’s maybe a little sharp. “Don’t the Lans have a family cabin?” he asks Lan Zhan, and it’s very easy to see where this is going. 

“Huaisang,” says Wei Ying, meaning it to sound like a warning. He’s not sure it does. 

Lan Zhan looks over at Nie Huaisang and then back to Wei Ying, “We do.”

Nie Huaisang’s grin widens, the cutting edges of his teeth peeking over his bottom lip, as he begins to arrange a getaway at the Lan Cabin for the six of them sitting there. 

Trust Nie Huaisang to always have an ulterior motive. 

-

The sauna is empty when the three of them file in. Wen Ning immediately takes the spot in the corner and Nie Huaisang and Wei Ying lay out on the benches. 

The arid heat settles in Wei Ying’s lungs and opens him up. He feels it mix with the smoke in his blood, relaxing him further and he spreads himself out -- arms wide, legs flat -- on the red cedar slats. 

It’s a moment before anyone speaks. Each of them taking time to let the heat soak into their skin. But it’s Nie Huaisang who breaks the silence. 

“Dude.”

“I know,” says Wei Ying, because he does. 

“Dude,” says Nie Huaisang again, because it bears repeating. 

“I knowwww.”

Wen Ning, catching on, says, “So are you and Mr. Lan like…”

“Nooooo.”

“That’s why he’s,” Nie Huaisang gestures vaguely to all of him, “like this, Wen Ning.”

“Rude.”

“Oh,” says Wen Ning. “Why not?”

Wei Ying sits up and shakes his head. “We can’t,” he says. 

“Why?”

“Reasons?” Wei Ying drops his forehead into his hands. “I know there are reasons. Lan Zhan doesn’t want to. That’s a reason.”

That has Nie Huaisang sitting up, too. “What the fuck do you mean he doesn’t want to? I was in that hot tub.”

Wen Ning nods at both of them and Wei Ying sighs. It’s not like they’re wrong. 

He says, a bit petulantly, “No. He wants to. But he has reasons. So he doesn’t want to.”

“So are you, like, waiting?” asks Wen Ning. 

“Yes. And I hate it. But, fuck, Huaisang. Look at him. He’s perfect.”

Nie Huaisang rocks his head back and forth, considering, “For you, sure.”

“Yes for me. Me. Mine. He’s -- fuck!” 

Wei Ying sprawls out on the bench again, tired and frustrated. He knows he can be better about this. About the waiting. It’s just been A Night and all he wants is to tuck his head into Lan Zhan’s neck and be held. 

Well, that’s not all he wants. But it would be enough. It would be so good and so easy and Wei Ying knows that Lan Zhan has reasons and they’re probably even good reasons but he’s finding it so hard to care tonight. 

He climbs up onto the high bench and stares up at the ceiling long after Nie Huaisang and Wen Ning have left. He lays down and lets his leg dangle off the side. The towel around his waist is rough against his skin and he focuses on that feeling. Lets his mind wander a little. Lets his high settle out his mood. 

It’s easy to imagine a different ending to the night. A different night entirely. A night where Wei Ying teaches Lan Zhan about shotgunning. Where Lan Zhan is casual with his touches, like he was when he was drunk. 

But that’s not fair. None of it is fair, but Lan Zhan’s reasons are his own and Wei Ying needs to respect them. Maybe he’ll be better about it tomorrow. Tonight is already lost. 

He finally rolls off the high, red cedar slats, legs surprisingly steady for how much his mind is still spinning. He rewraps his towel tighter around his hips and moves toward the door, only for it to open into him and knock him entirely off balance. Before he can hit the floor, strong arms curl around his waist and haul him upright against a broad chest. 

Lan Zhan’s breath is cold against Wei Ying’s overhot skin. He wonders if Lan Zhan jumped back into the swimming pool. To calm down. Or something. 

Wei Ying steps back, valiantly pulling himself away from Lan Zhan’s arms. Those arms. He fixes his eyes to Lan Zhan’s face, like he’s not the most beautiful man Wei Ying has ever seen, and forces a laugh. 

“We’re just one convenient towel slip away from the start of a bad porno.”

Almost immediately, Lan Zhan’s fingers find the roll holding Wei Ying’s towel on his hips. Wei Ying isn’t sure if they’re there to secure or remove. They don’t seem to have decided either. 

He can feel Lan Zhan’s knuckles brushing against his hip bone and nothing else exists. It’s just the places where they’re touching. He’s not even sure the rest of his body is real. How can it be real if Lan Zhan isn’t touching it?

“You think it would be bad?” Lan Zhan’s voice is steady and calm, that gorgeous baritone that Wei Ying wants to hear broken and moaning. 

“What?” asks Wei Ying. He has completely lost the thread. He has no idea what Lan Zhan is asking him. 

“Our porn,” says Lan Zhan simply, voice low, like he knows what he’s doing. 

“Our…” Wei Ying scoffs to keep from screaming, “Lan Zhan, we’re in a sauna. The lenses would all steam up. It would be terrible.”

“Hm.” Lan Zhan nods, “Production quality would be difficult to maintain.”

“Plus, this plot? Not the best, I gotta say.” Wei Ying tries to keep the frustration from his voice. He’s not sure how successful he is, but Lan Zhan doesn’t choose to acknowledge it. 

“You don’t like delayed gratification?” he asks, keeping the tone heated and flirtatious. 

“I like shorter time scales.”

Lan Zhan hums dismissively then says, “Stamina not up to the task?”

Wei Ying laughs at that. He laughs because he can’t do anything else, like shove Lan Zhan back into the door and stick his tongue down Lan Zhan’s throat. 

“You’re so mean,” he says, and, “Why is that hot?”

“Hm.” Smug. He’s so smug. 

He’s hot and mean and smug and Wei Ying is dying a little bit. He’s too good. He’s too much. He’s… he’s fucking ascetic is what he is. Too serene and disciplined. Wei Ying wants to push him to see what happens when that discipline is tested. Wants to feel it on his skin, under his tongue. He’s sure that Lan Zhan is just as attentive to his partners as he is to his own rigorous strictures. He probably does yoga. 

Fuck!

Wei Ying meets the heat Lan Zhan’s eyes and he can’t fucking stand it. 

“So are you going to rip my towel off and bend me over the benches or are you sticking with ‘delayed gratification?’”

Lan Zhan’s fingers tense, knuckles digging into Wei Ying’s hip as they grip the towel. The tension in the cotton, a circle that tightens like a zip tie, pulls Wei Ying even closer to Lan Zhan. The steam is cool on his skin as the sauna boils the water off Lan Zhan’s body.  

He can feel the decision as it’s made. It solidifies in Lan Zhan’s eyes and Wei Ying wants to scream his frustration like the juniors do. He’s not six, so he doesn’t. He sighs as Lan Zhan releases him. It’s not mean or even angry, just resigned. This whole thing is stupid. But it’s important to Lan Zhan, so Wei Ying will respect it, even if he hates it. 

Wei Ying clears his throat and nods to Lan Zhan, head down, avoiding his eyes, as he moves past him, through the door and into the locker room. 

He bypasses his locker and heads straight to the shower stalls. He drops his towel and steps into the shower and turns it as cold as he can stand it. It doesn’t really help. He can feel the ghost of Lan Zhan’s hands on his hips, Lan Zhan’s breath on his shoulder. He drops his forehead against the tile and wills himself not to get hard in a locker room shower while his friends and coworkers are still getting dressed around him. It works… enough. 

.

Wei Ying as he smacks his head against the shower walls: “Maybe Hell is just a sauna.” [x]

[stevenbasic]

GITJ Post 335: A Saturday at Melissa's, p10 (8pm, Dr. J)

“Oh good you’ve got him out of his wet stuff. Laundry going. Is he still sleeping?” I heard someone ask.

“No…he’s just waking up…”

“Ooo he’s shivering,” said someone else, “Get him off that cold floor.”

…

It had taken me a few minutes to start to come to. I’d begun to drift back to some form of consciousness, laying there on the tile floor of the laundry room, downstairs in the house. Immediately I was chilly. What had happened? Last I’d remembered I’d been…what? Swimming in the pool, I think, with the girls. Melissa had come home, right? Had I been in the hot tub? Wow…what was wrong with me? My hair was still sort of wet, and a beautiful girl in a black bikini knelt on the floor alongside me.

“Your boxers are in the dryer, sweetie,” it was told to me, as I was obviously confused as to why I was wearing…nothing? Someone had stood me up, supporting me from behind. My cock swung between my legs, and I was nowhere nearly as concerned as I should have been about my nudity among clothed women.

“Let’s get you to the couch…”

Strong perfumes. Really strong. 

Already I’d been moving on my feet, helped to walk by three girls now. They were all so much taller than me, and as I slowly became more aware I could smell that it was Randi, Aubrey, Lakshmi. Did I say ‘smell’? I meant see. Feel. Hear. Taste. I felt thickening, throbbing.

“Someone’s at the door!” someone else called, as I realized I was now in a small crowd, women all around me in the great room. Was Melissa here? 

“Probably delivery,” someone else answered.

I was chilly after swimming, wearing nothing. Bathing suits, still, on most of the girls. New ones had arrived, clothed casually for a Saturday night in amongst friends. My shuffling feet were on dry ground, but my head still swam. I needed to sit down, I needed-

As if aware of my anxieties and needs, the crowd parted. 

“Oh, you're shivering sweetie, come here,” Melissa beckoned from the couch, outstretching her arms to me, “Sit down…”

In that moment I couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what she said, her lap beckoned to me and it was all I could focus on. All eyes in the place were on me, several guiding sets of hands on my back and shoulders, and Melissa’s smile and thick thighs drew me towards her like magnets. She was still in her blue bikini which suddenly became a blur as I was  spun around, to sit on her lap facing outwards. 

Immediately I was pulled, nuzzled in, and embraced with musical approvals from all around me. Struggling to find warmth, I wrapped my arms around the strong arms encircling me, “There we go,” she cooed from behind me, “cuddle back up against the body of the big giant lady.” She giggled, and her enormous breasts squashed into my upper back, warm, and I felt a new wave of perfume settle over me like a blanket, obscuring reality even further from me. Was this a dream? Was I really naked?

“Ooo he looks like a little boy, sitting like that Missy, hugging your arms,” came Josie’s voice. 

“Look at him getting hard again, already…”

“Lakshmi help me warm him up,” I heard Melissa say. I then watched as olive-dark skin, the upper back of one of my medical assistants, closed in on me.The next thing I knew-

Oof.

“You’re too heavy!”

“You’re squashing him Kiki!”

Giggles of laughter. A dark brown girl on my lap, a softly enormous rear, sandwiching me. Sitting next to us, now, someone else. Blonde? I glanced over; I recognized her, and she told me to breathe. Y’know how the smell of chlorine on a warm body can be sexy? I was surrounded by sexy. With the smell of it, mixed with so much perfume, the cooing voices, the warmth of all these bodies and the massive butt wriggling into my lap…the chill from the pool was forgotten. My arms draped across the broad hips of the girl in my lap now and I felt Melissa’s hands in my wet hair, rustling it dry. I groaned. 

The girls laughed again. 

“Do you feel drunk, sweetie?” Melissa asked from behind me, as I admired the supple musculature of Lakshmi’s exposed back, the contrast of her light blue swimsuit against her deep honey skin, “Sorry, but it’s all the perfume. I wanted all the girls to make as much as they could, just for this little while. We want to get you all settled…”

“We to becoming your family…” said the blonde. 

“..we have to protect you…” spoke someone else. 

“…Daddy,” cooed Lakshmi, looking down at me over her shoulder.

Melissa giggled again from behind me, and pulled me tighter in, by the shoulders. If I’d been uncertain of all their intentions before they sat me down, now I no longer needed to wonder. Melissa wanted me surrounded, encased, cocooned. Warmed up and made to feel safe and protected. I now had a new appreciation for how little clothing we all wore - me none at all - as I  felt the back of my legs rub against her thighs and the thinly spongy material of her bikini on my back. Exposed skin - hers, mine, Lakshimi’s, the blonde to our right - was everywhere. It was so comforting, so soft and perfectly smooth. It beckoned me to lean and snuggle back against it, my face now turned and my right cheek in between Lakshmi’s shoulder blades. I breathed her in, my air and oxygen was all them. I felt a dumb, drunken smile on my face. This was all an invitation to be enveloped, one that I was given little choice but to accept. Everytime I leaned forward Melissa’s massive hand would press against my chest, pushing me back against herself.  “Watch your posture, baby,” she told me. 

I mumbled something in assent, and struggled best I could not to rut up into Lakshmi’s massive rear. I asked, I think, what was happening, if I’d blacked out in the pool. I couldn’t really remember what went down, and didn’t really understand what was going on now. The girls laughed me off, many drawing closer in around us. 

“It doesn’t matter too much, does it sweetie?” Melissa purred. 

“We’re all here…”

“Your baby girls…”

“Bikini bunnies…”

“Big boobie breasts…”

I could feel all their perfumes in my nose mouth throat lungs like sweetness permeating me my lungs my blood my heart and my mind. Like gentle hands fingers holding me by my braiin, molding me my will my self. Melissa cooed into my ears, stroking me, and I may, I thinkk, I dunno maybe unnngh just came, up in betweeeen the swells of Lakshmi’s big big big rolling butt as it rubbed me into my own belly. 

Oooooooo came all the voices, and I swear she just got heavier. I shuddered, and collapsed. I nearly fell asleep again, against Lakshmi’s back, Melissa’s breasts behind me. Someone took my hands, drew them around Lakshmi’s waist. 

“I should go, guys…” I heard the blonde to our right say, “it totally like they know someone hungry.”  

I turned, drunkenly, placed my left cheek now against Lakshmi’s back, and saw it was Katarina to our right. Blue bikini, swollen pale breasts that looked  - I must be imagining things -  like I could actually see them filling up, gland lobules, veins pulsing.

“You’ve been drinking wine,” someone said to her, “It’s not like you can save it. Go pump ‘n’ dump.”

Someone was whispering in Katarina’s ear. 

“Sushi!” I then heard someone call.

“Omigod I’m so hungry,” Melissa said from behind me.

“Me too..!”

Mmmms and ahhhhhhs and mmmhmmmms greeted the food as it was taken from bags, as containers were opened, first set on the large coffee table in front of us. 

“Are you hungry sweetie?” she asked. 

Yes but no. Fish? Not really. The girls giggled at my scrunched-up face of disgust. 

The blond Katarina was gone, replaced by another blonde - Katie. Lakshmi was now off my lap and seated alongside to our left. Aubrey was bringing Melissa some food and gently I was laid down, across three laps, so the girls could eat above me. My head was resting on Lakshmi’s big right thigh, most of my torso was across Melissa’s legs, and my own thin legs settled over Katie’s shapely ones.

“You don’t mind if we use you like a plate do you?” Randi asked, as she set down a small container of cucumber rolls on my chest. Another joined it, put on my belly by Aubrey. 

“Shh don’t move,” Josie urged, as she came over with more sushi, “Stay still.”

Before I knew it, the three of them - Josie, Randi and Aubrey - all in swimsuits, were setting up sushi on my body. Some still in trays, but some just bare onto my skin. My chest, my shoulders and hips and legs were all being used as a human platter: maki, nigiri, sashimi. I was covered, head-to-toe in their dinner. If at first they barely registered that my belly was slick in come, that it ran down my flank, it was now pointed out by Lakshmi as she picked up a salmon uramaki and slid it through my stickiness. 

“Eat it,” Josie urged. 

Mmmmmmm came the whole crowd as she did. I shivered, despite myself - and they set on me like hyenas. 

They were using my seed as their sauce, my body as their platter. Rice, fish, vegetables. Chopsticks, fingers. Some girls ate right off me, taking a mouthful with a kiss. I was frozen, paralyzed, perfume-drunk and groggy. My cock was soon in a mouth, inexplicably hard again. Were pictures being taken? Tongues were underneath me, lickings of my skin and sac. 

I looked up, at one point, just to watch Melissa eat. I was erect,  throbbing, sheathed in a mouth. My vision was swimming but Melissa spoke to me gently and casually as she ate, making it a point of swallowing so that I could see her throat muscles working and focus on them as I began to come again, with a moan. I felt vague heat, pleasure, warmth and of course my needs as I watched her swallow. Melissa and the girls having taken control of my consciousness. And even that faded to white as I spurt up into some eager, waiting mouth and drifted into, I think, a nap, laying there, feeling thighs underneath me swell.

I returned, after a bit, even more disoriented. I was the human platter still, spent, hearing someone say that the cat wanted to come in. 

“Oh good, let her in,” Melissa said, “She’s been gone a while.”

And then I passed out 

I woke again and I was being cleaned, soft cloths, warm cloths. They were gently washing me. I was naked, still across three laps, but now I had a thin white towel over my hips. 

“You’re noticing how all the girls are being extra nice, aren’t you?” Melissa asked, as the others looked down at me with indulgent eyes, brown and deep, crisp and blue, a crowd of beautiful women. 

“Y-yes I, uh…”

“Do you like it?”

“I…I do,” I answered. 

Laughter lightly shook my body. And it wasn’t my laughter.

I was being sat up, still on Melissa’s lap, and I was being handed a drink. Soda? Or beer? It had bubbles, and when I looked at it my stomach turned. ‘What´s the matter?’ ‘Is something wrong with your drink?’ ‘Do you want me to go get you a new one, honey?’ ‘Do you want to choose a different type of drink?’

A disapproving cat was on the couch, behind Melissa’s shoulders, slinking about the crowd, eyeing me with disdain. 

Katarina had returned, and blankly I was noticing that she, standing, was in the center of a little group. She held a big, pink mug and was letting others drink from it. Invariably they laughed, or gasped, or nodded when taking their sip, speaking among themselves. Katarina had changed, now in a long robe of soft white terry cloth likely borrowed from the house. She was now being urged towards me. 

I looked up at her, 

“You should try it, Dr. J,” someone called. 

“It’s so good,” said another. 

With that, and with a soft, knowing smile, Katarina crouched down alongside me, where I still lay but was being propped up by Lakshmi. I gaped at her large breasts through the open front of her robe. The big pink mug, which read something across it and was also a likely fixture of Melissa’s mother’s home, was being offered to me. “Drink up,” I heard Melissa encourage from above and once again I felt compelled to comply, feeling like there was nothing else I would rather do.

The mug was at my lips, and I was drinking milk, warm milk. It was sweet with oligosaccharides, globular fats and lactose. A particular glycome, and it was-

“Oooo look at your little milk mustache!”

“Katarina he’s got you all over him”

So good…tastes good

Drink more.

“Omigod he likes it!” Josie sang, and as the mug was pulled from my lips I looked up and saw Shanette and Melissa sharing a secret glance…

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[infinitelure]

The Swim Team

The smell of chlorine filled my lungs as I took a deep breath. The large dome lights reflected off the choppy water of the pool as I made my way to the corner of the bleachers with my clipboard. It was sophomore year of college and I had been suckered into being a student team manager for the universities swim team. “Oh the things we do as a resume booster” was my original thought regarding this endeavor. But in recent weeks I found myself enjoying this duty a little more than I had anticipated.

A classmate of mine, Tess was a rising star on the team. We’d had a biology lab together our freshman year and most recently ran into each other at a house party where I did my very best to play it cool and not overly interested as we engaged in some mild flirting. But I had a girlfriend from high school back home and she the same with a boyfriend in her hometown. As a result, I didn’t let my mind dwell on her for too long despite how cute I found her to be.

But now I found myself tasked with recording times and other stats for our University’s swim team. And finding myself face to face with the cute girl I had been keeping out of my mind.

You walked by with a couple teammates and glanced in my direction as you passed. Your amazing legs and soft skin illuminated by the natatoriums lights had me in a trance just as I had been for the last couple of weeks every time you passed me in your one-piece swimsuit. You’d noticed my eyes checking you out on more than one occasion, in fact I think embarrassingly everyone had noticed at this point. Some team members had even cracked jokes to you about your special fan, but you didn’t seem to mind.

I’d frequently find myself zoning out then realizing and scrambling to record any stats I had missed. Your coach constantly giving me shit about it but in more of a light hearted joking manner than anything. I think he remembered being younger and what it was like to have a girl making your head spin like I was experiencing.

You’d make eye contact with me and hold it before giving me a little smirk and continuing on with whatever event or task was at hand during practices. Occasionally, you’d stop to chat with me at the end of practices for seemingly no reason as your teammates would watch and gossip from a distance. I didn’t care what the reason was or whether you were just trying to tease me. I soaked up your attention. I couldn’t tell if it was just in my head, but you genuinely seemed to love the attention I was giving you too.

A couple more weeks passed, our chatting and flirting increasing steadily. We both knew it was wrong of us, but the mutual feeling of being wanted felt so good and things seemed innocent enough. We had however, exchanged snapchats and your teasing persisted now beyond the confines of swim practice and meets. We were walking a fine line, but the riskiness of it elevated the excitement we each got out of receiving a new message from the other.

One night, after practice had ended I was waiting around alone in the coaches office reviewing some notes for class while waiting for everyone to go home so I could lock up for the place for the night, another duty that had been delegated to me in the name of extra credit. It was getting late and I was about to pack it up as everyone should have been gone by then. To my surprise there was a knock on the door. I looked up to see you standing in the entrance. Still in your bathing suit, your wet hair out of your swim cap and running down your back.

“Oh, hey!” was what I managed to get out as my brain processed the welcome surprise. You smirked returning the hey and entered the office sitting in the chair across from me in the small, warm, cinderblock room with no windows. Your beautiful pale legs crossed, foot tapping in the air as you enjoyed watching my eyes scan over you checking you out and noticing how I adjusted myself in my seat as I almost began to sweat.

“So can I help you with anything?” I said. You smiled at me “well you might be able to help me…”. Your hands gripping the arms of the chair and body tensing up. I could tell you were beginning to feel as nervous I was. The curiosity running rampant in our minds, guilt just barely holding us back, but a desperation to feel each other’s touch and to experience each other growing by the minute. Our eyes did the talking and I stood up closing the door before walking over to you. You stood up moving into my arms without breaking my stare. My hands taking to your waist as our lips met. The taste of you on my tongue filling my body with bliss.

As your body pressed into mine one hand moved from your waste to grab your ass, the other up to your face to hold you as our kissing intensified. Our tongues taking turns exploring each others mouths as our bodies began to cave reacting to each others touch. My cock beginning to swell in my jeans, your nipples begging to perk up sensitive to the touch in your swimsuit. For a second we looked into each other’s eyes looking for a confirmation that this was happening and we were ok with it. We both met each other with a confirming nod as we had accepted how badly we wanted this.

You broke from my kisses, hands wandering down my body to my crotch as you sat back down in the chair immediately behind you. Your hands undoing my belt then the snap on my jeans. As your fingers began to guide the zipper down, my throbbing cock came popping out of my jeans right in your face. Your smile let me know you were very satisfied with what you were working with as you gripped me in your hands and let my jeans drop to my ankles.

I let out a moan for you as I felt your tongue lick me from the base of my cock slowly up to the sensitive head. Your eyes looking up into mine the entire time smiling as you started stroking me and enjoying how hard and throbbing you had my cock. Enjoying how your body made my body react. As you took me in your mouth and did your best to show me just how good you were as you deep throated my cock, you could feel your clit throbbing between your legs. The joy of being admired, the joy of expressing yourself through touch, the joy of being used.

My thick cock throbbed on your tongue as I enjoyed every second of what was the most incredible blowjob I had ever had. All of my lust for you over the last month culminating into my massive hard cock. My balls aching as you worked me up and I knew you were going to drain me just like my body had been begging to be drained all month. You were going to drain me like a good girl.

I removed my cock from your mouth as your spit ran drown your chin and you looked up at me hungry for more. I pulsed at the sight of you, “I’ve never seen something hotter than you Tess.” You blushed and giggled. I pulled you up out of your seat and stole it from you before sitting you down on my lap. My warm throbbing cock beneath you as I kissed your neck and shoulders. My hands running over your thighs enjoying your soft skin and the feeling of the goosebumps as I was giving you.

My left hand rose to your chest beginning to squeeze and tease your boobs and perky nipples through your swimsuit as my right hand began to work up the inside of your thigh closer and closer to your aching wet pussy. You squirmed on my lap as the feeling of my hands running over you and exploring you drove you crazy and you could feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. As I sucked on your neck my right hand finally made contact with your sensitive clit through the fabric of your swimsuit. Your toes curled with pleasure finally feeling the touch you had been wanting. Your thighs squeezed together for a moment out of sensitivity before again spreading for me so you could give your pussy to me.

My left hand moving from your sensitive nipples to your throat as I gripped it and turned your head towards me so I could shove my tongue down your throat. My mouth on yours, one hand gripping your throat and my other teasing and ravaging your soaking wet pussy through your swimsuit. The feeling of my total control over your body as you felt my cock underneath you sent shivers through you as your eyes rolled back in enjoyment. You hadn’t realized just how badly you needed this, how badly you needed to be taken care of, how badly you wanted to give yourself to me.

As you grinded on my cock I adjusted it so it slid up between your soft thighs and pressed against your pussy. Both of us moaning in response to the feeling. My hand pausing from teasing your clit to grab my cock and press it into you through your swimsuit as you grinded against it like a good girl for me. The feeling of your spandex against my shaft and your thighs squeezing me began to make pre cum start to instantly dribble down the throbbing swollen head of my cock.

As I felt my load approaching my fingers teasing you picked up their pace, determined to make you cum first. You felt and sensed the challenge as you began grinding and gyrating on me. Even squeezing and stroking my cock with your thighs as I moaned for you. The two us smirking as we teased each other in the chair. Finally your mouth became agape as a wave of warmth began washing over your pussy and you began to shake on my lap. Trying to stop me and hold out you attempted to grab my hand but I overpowered you as I continued rubbing you through your swimsuit as I stared into your eyes with bated breath waiting for you to break.

Your breathing peaked as you held onto my arm and you let out a moan for me. “Fuck Tyler” your legs shaking as your pussy climaxed in your wet swimsuit. The feeling of your soft thighs shaking against and squeezing my cock sending me over the edge at the same time to both of our surprise. We looked down as you rubbed your pulsing pussy against my cock and it squirted and pulsed one spirt after another straight up into the air and back down onto my cock and the tops of your thighs. We made out as you grinded the last drops out of my cock.

A couple weeks passed at first it seemed like the embarrassment of what we let ourselves do was enough to keep each other at bay. But our attraction to each other persisted. Now both catching each other staring regularly. Our teasing began to build yet again, snapchats becoming increasingly suggestive and provocative.

We chatted over snap about how bad what we did was…but neither of us regretted it. I had decided the next time I was home I was going to have to breakup with my girlfriend but I hadn’t told you because I was afraid it would change your feelings towards me. With that acceptance however, my mind was flooded with unrestricted thoughts of you. Wondering what your body looked like beneath your swimsuit. What your pussy would taste like, how your pussy would feel gripping and taking my cock. The thoughts had me feral and so hungry for more of you. But I did my best to respect your boundaries as you too were still in a relationship.

That was until one night. Again, I was studying in the office waiting to close up, when I received a Snapchat from you. You were in the shower, I could tell it was the showers in the locker room. You were biting your lip giving me your best innocent eyes in the pic as the water ran down your chest. The caption “I need you.” My cock swelled instantly at the image of you in the shower. I got up, and locked the door to the facility before proceeding to the locker room.

I entered the steam filled girls locker room and walked over to the showers to find you waiting there naked for me as the hot water ran down your body. You waved a finger at me to join and with zero hesitation I began stripping down in front of you as you smiled enjoying the show.

Now completely naked standing before you. My cock throbbing in my hand as I lightly stroked it as I approached you. I entered the shower letting the water run down me and drip off my cock. Your eyes taking it all in and loving it. “You really love driving me crazy huh?” I asked. You smiled “I really fucking do.” I took you in my arms pulling you against my skin and my cock. “What should I do about all of this teasing then?” You turned your back to me and slightly spread your legs as you placed your hands on the wall as you bent at your waste. “Punish me” you grinned as you said it.

I took a step towards you and spanked your ass hard enough to leave my handprint on it. You moaned for me and wiggled teasing me with your beautiful pussy as you bent over. “I’m going to make you mine Tess” I said to you as I slid my cock into your wet pussy. You moaned pressing onto your tiptoes as you adjusted to fit and take all of me deep inside you. When I was finally all the way in you and you felt my entirety filling you up I called you a good girl and felt your pussy swell around me as I smiled. The feeling of your amazing tight body taking me was driving me absolutely insane and I could no longer control myself in the slightest. I was going to use you and fill you up until I had nothing left to give.

My thrusting began as my cock slid in and out of you, your pussy griping the entirety of my cock with each stroke as I thrust hard and deep slapping against your beautiful ass. I fucked you harder just to hear your moans and in response my cock pulsed with satisfaction. You were so tight it felt like I was wearing you on my cock. And your bodies reaction made it clear you hadn’t taken a cock like mine before. I pressed you against the wall as your knees began to buckle under my relentless pounding. “Oh fuck, oh my god Tyler” you screamed for me over the sound of your ass slapping against me.

You began cumming and I knew I wanted to watch your pretty face. Quickly I pulled out leaving your exasperated trying to catch your breath. I turned you around and picked you pinning you against the wall as your sexy legs wrapped around my waste and my cock forced its way back into your throbbing pussy. The water running down us, your soft legs and ass in my hands as i drove my cock deep inside you as you smiled staring into my eyes as you took me.

Watching your face light up for me every time a moan came out of me felt like a sweet reward. I kissed you as I continued fucking you against the wall leaving your feet flailing behind me. Your arms wrapped tight around my neck. “I want you to cum Tyler” I looked into your eyes to see if you meant it and you repeated yourself “I want you to cum inside me Jake, I need to feel you filling me up.” I smirked, “are you mine Tess?” “Yes, fuck yes I’m yours Tyler”

I gripped your ass in both of my hands as I thrusted against you my balls now slapping your ass as I held you there against the wall using you to stroke out my load. Moaning and melting in your arms as my cock began throbbing and then exploding inside you. You wrapping your legs tightly around me to keep me inside you until every last drop of my cum was inside you. I bit your lip as I stood exhausted still inside you and so fucking satisfied.

I carefully let you down as I slid my cock out of you and my cum began dripping out of you and down your thighs. Exhausted we made out in the shower and washed each other until it was time to go back to our dorms.

Over the coming weeks our teasing continued. We were the gossip of the team and we didn’t care one bit. I had become thoroughly and blissfully obsessed with you.

[a-stubborn-little-fish]

I miss being a little girl and putting my feet on top of my dad’s so he can walk while I hugged him. I miss that joy. I miss climbing on the rocks in Central Park and feeding the horses carrots. I miss the tulips in my neighbor’s yard and the caterpillars on the tomato plants and the pansies planted around the bird bath. I miss the sunflowers taller than me. I miss the intricate wrought iron railing with filigree. I miss the wooden chest with fish shaped brass handles that flipped up and down. I miss my giant, empty, carpeted room and scratchy blue heated blanket. I miss the sound of the motor humming and clicking from my favorite nightlight. I miss playing in the park next to the elementary school across from my house. I miss the frost on the steel bars that stung my skin. I miss the cold tile in the kitchen and the broken clock above the dining room table. I miss the corded phone that was always tangled and the screen door that never closed just right. I miss footy pajamas and sliding down the carpeted stairs on my butt and crashing into the coat closet at the bottom. I miss the scary basement. I miss watching the sun set over the Brooklyn bridge. I miss Fergus scratching up my legs when I’d get home. I miss sitting in the back of an airport terminal tram while the sun rises. I miss the bumps of a plane landing and the ding before a pilot’s announcement. I miss yawning to pop my ears during take off and that momentary feeling of falling when the plane wheels leave the runway. I miss the silent dark car rides home with only the glow of the buttons to light up the car’s interior. I miss the strange carpet in the Tampa International baggage claim with its rows and rows of empty carousels. I miss those little curled leaves that crunch when you step on them. I miss the feeling of my baby brother’s hand gripping my fingers. I miss how he always laughed hysterically every time I smiled at him. I miss building train tracks for him after school. I miss watching his favorite shows with him and his hugs when we’d pick him up from preschool. I miss mixing and heating up his baby bottles and cleaning his binkys. I miss his mouth breathing when he passed out in his car seat. I miss scrubbing the spaghetti stains off his high chair. I miss playing on the roots on the trees in Medard Park and running across the boardwalk to hear my feet thunk against the wood. I miss hiding my DS under my pillow so I could play Pokémon Mystery Dungeon. I miss playing with my bakugan and pretending they were empires at war. I miss sleeping in my closet just because I could. I miss the dark parking garages and dull beige walls at USF. I miss sitting with my mom in the campus library. I miss going to Busch Gardens every weekend and riding the sky ride over the habitats. I miss taking the train through the safari area and being lulled to sleep by the clacking of the wheels. I miss running across the rope bridges in Jungala and riding Air Grover with my little brother. I miss the smell of chlorine and the cold unfriendly YMCA changing rooms. I miss the rock wall and the hot concrete. I miss swimming in pools and being afraid of the robot cleaning the deep end. I miss feeding the ducks stale bread. I miss my 8th grade history teacher. I miss the cold dark mornings in the car. I miss sitting on my backpack outside the door of my first period class. I miss skipping lunch and hiding in the darkness backstage in the auditorium. I miss the library after school. I miss cleaning the fish tanks in the marine science room. I miss the smell of formaldehyde. I miss walking from the school to the local library and hunkering down in the corner to watch Hetalia on my laptop. I miss listening to music as I walked through fog to the bus stop just before sunrise. I miss the dew on the bus windows and the painfully cold mornings and blue faux leather seats always cracked and peeling. I miss the snails hiding in the cracks of the bricks. I miss the warm summer rain and the windy fall days. I miss hiding in the nurse’s room during pep rallies.

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9 Ep 52: A Focus on Me

Luigi started that semester with a fresh perspective, doing his best to put his Papa’s advice on life and relationships into action.

He stopped trying to “look tough”, and relaxed both his hairstyle and his usual wardrobe. He still wore his signature leather jacket when he felt like it but mixed his more comfortable hoodies in as the weather allowed. He also focused on achieving his own goals rather than rushing into a relationship.

Papa Jack had been right that love could wait, and he was nowhere near ready to think about children! He’d have to work hard to get that A+ report card at the end of the semester, and now that he was living on his own, he’d have minimal distractions and no excuses.

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Bonnie seemed to be “grinding towards success” also when he would run into her in the common area of their boarding house. They chatted about their schoolwork and the things they had done over break. He thanked her again for clueing him in about the opening there.

It was so quiet, orderly, and conveniently located! With just his own little room to clean it was like living back home again without the commute.

He and Noemi also picked back up their “study buddy” sessions in The Commons. The two sims had fun geeking out over Luigi’s “behind the scenes” adventures in Battu. They agreed that someday it could be fun to go back there on vacation, “fighting for the resistance” just like in the movies.

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Unfortunately, the arrival of cold, dry winter air threw a wrench in Luigi’s productivity, with his eczema prone skin becoming an itchy distraction.

He had years of experience soothing his unhappy exterior, but his outbreak regimen still took time. Frequent application of topical cream helped with immediate symptoms, and special moisturizing body wash made his shower time a steamy therapy of its own. Finally, he resumed swimming regular laps in the pool at the commons, his skin responding positively to the chlorine while he got a vigorous start to his day.

Until he graduated and could move someplace like Sulani, he’d have to simulate a warmer, wetter climate to keep his “dragon-scale skin” in check!

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The time Luigi spent on skin care, schoolwork and e-sports practice began to endanger his fragile “school/life balance”. He’d just started to miss having time that wasn’t dedicated to one or more of his long-term goals when his body reminded him that he’d also missed taking his iron supplements.

He couldn’t keep going on as he had been, but to his immense “satisfaction” he found a way to literally get more waking hours in the day. With his new seldom sleepy trait he was able to adjust his sleep schedule to make the most of each night, and sleep well in fewer hours.

Now that he could stay up quite late, Luigi once again had gaps in his schedule to relax, take care of his needs, and even start playing Sims Forever again. He updated and upgraded the mods he’d made, which pleased his fellow players and kept his own long running legacy gameplay fresh.

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Focusing night and day on his goals, Luigi had really and truly become the center of his own world and he found nothing wrong with that.

Sure, maybe that might make him a bit self absorbed, but he was the main character after all! He thanked his papa for his timely advice.

Focusing on himself had been exactly what he needed to start the new semester off right. One day his “legacy spouse” would arrive, and he’d have to make time for a child, but for now he felt that his number one priority was mastering his own life. He would show the world, as well as the shadowy watcher and their friends “out there” how successful he could be, like his own highly skilled heir in Sims Forever.

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[robotstrategy]

Recalled • Part 7 • 52 - Temple

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TW: LIGHT BODY DYSMORPHIA

Roland gets home from work, he goes over to the fridge to check if he’s got any leftovers. He remembers that his father dropped off a batch of pisto, he ends up finding it in the back of the fridge. 

Roland cooks up some rice and an egg while microwaving the pisto. He puts it all together and it’s probably the best thing he’s ever had. Though that’s probably because he’s had cheap frozen stuff all week. 

After washing his dishes he goes to his room to reshower, he doesn’t entirely trust the showers at the swimming centre; mostly because he still smells like chlorine. 

He unglues his semi-wet clothes from his body, and stripping himself he looks in the mirror. He doesn’t like to look at himself much anymore, at least if he’s wearing something skin-tight or is butt-naked. He doesn’t look right, he looks bigger and softer, and somehow that annoys him. He clings to his stomach, there’s more fat there than there used to be. His legs and arms were skinny when he was first remade, but now they’re bigger. There are no scars to lace his arms anymore, he’s just a big teddy bear of a human. He hates it, he hates it so much, ever since Trevor made that comment about him he’s become aware of how weird he looks.

Roland looks back towards his bedroom door, the door he’ll have to go out of if he wants to get to the bathroom. He peeks his head out, listening intently to make sure Nero hasn’t come home. She usually doesn’t until the weekend, but it couldn’t hurt to check before he goes out with nothing but a towel to the bathroom. 

Certain that she’s not home he walks over to the bathroom. Once getting to the tub he just stares at it, unable to make the decision if he wants a bath or a shower. 

A bath would be nice and relaxing, but all Roland wants to do is get cleaned off and go to bed. A shower would be better, but the water runs loud and he’ll have to close the curtain, making him weary of every little noise outside of the shower. And he’ll have to look at his whole body in the shower. 

Roland gets out the rest of the bubble bath as he closes the plug in the tub. He slowly unravels the towel from himself as the water rises. He dips his toes into the warm water, he's decided to have a short bath before bed.

That doesn’t happen, ten minutes into the bath Roland lays in the warm water, comforted by the sound of bubbles slowly popping. 

He watches as his chest and belly rise and descend in the water. Considering how high they rise as he breathes he almost resembles a pregnant woman. Roland bursts out laughing, surprised he even had that thought, he feels a little happier as he sits up and starts to actually clean himself. As he cleans his legs he supposes that one of the perks of being recalled was that his body was super flexible. He could almost send his leg straight up in the tub. Makes him think of himself like a cat, if he was just a petite man he could probably fit himself into some small places. 

Roland starts to enter a laughing fit thinking about all the silly things he could do if he had a different body. He stands up in the tub, finally done cleaning himself, and he catches himself in the mirror again. He fully looks at himself, he can imagine all these things he could do with another body, but not his own. 

So he asks himself. ‘What could I say about a body like mine?’

He starts with the top of his body, his pecs were about the same size, though they seemed accentuated by the recent chubbiness of his abdomen. He remembers in the hospital he was recalled in he had jostled them a little, calling them “Man boobs.”

Going lower, there was said chubbiness. He supposes him being the parent in his family has finally caught up to him because he looks like a dad. Or maybe it was a craving for pudding when it was in the house. 

He looks a little lower…

“My girlfriend already knows about you, and I think she’ll be even happier to know how big you are,”

Roland immediately sits back in the cold bath water he hasn’t drained yet. He feels sick to his stomach remembering what Trevor told him as he was assaulted. Maybe Valerie is right, maybe it’s finally happening, the delayed response to the assault. It would explain why he feels gross as of late, Trevor did call him a “skanky, attention whore,” and a “disgusting, hairy monster.”

Roland looks at his reflection in the water, if that’s what Trevor thinks then so be it! He’ll be the skankiest attention whore ever! 

As he wraps himself in his towel he wonders how Trevor ever saw him as a skank. Sure, he was hormonal, but all he ever did was kiss Trevor and let him explore a little. When he turns to the side in the mirror it all clicks together. It’s his butt, that’s what makes Roland skanky to Trevor. He remembers after the night Trevor had approached him Nero jokingly told him he was blessed by his mother. She wasn’t wrong, because he definitely didn’t get it from his dad. 

Roland gets back to his room still inadvertently looking at himself in mirrors. He sees his beaten and scarred back in the mirror, it reminds him of the dream had with Hayden. A hibiscus flower tattoo, like in the dream those flowers don’t scare him much anymore, but he wonders how drugged up he’d have to be to not be in excruciating pain while being tattooed on his back. 

Roland climbs into his bed fully burying himself into the covers. He grabs one of the loose pillows and folds it into a tube, he places it in front of him, spooning it. This is what Roland wants tonight, he wants someone to love and to love him back, someone to cherish his body and enjoy his company outside of sex. So tonight he’ll settle for a pillow and the warm comfort of his bed.

[diorsaunty]

Eczema Skincare Journey, part #2

Summer edition, going on a holiday with eczema

Alright! I noticed that a few people were reading my other post, so why not make a second one.

This summer (2023) I went to Egypt to stay relax for 2 weeks. In my other post you could read how I managed to get clear skin while dealing with eczema on a budget and for how long I have managed to not use steroids as a medication.

As you know I went for several weeks without steroid ointment for my eczema and with the cure (Korean skincare) in my suitcase I went on a holiday. I thought that my glass skin would remain and was protected enough to handle some issues in Egypt.

The first problem I faced was chlorine in the water in the bathroom and the shower. I washed my face and body with this water, because I had no choice.

Since I know salt disinfects eczema patches, but also really dries out your skin as well, I had to shower everyday in the chlorine shower. So this is what I did:

I went swimming in the Red Sea and after I dried up I used (perfume free ofcourse) sunscreen to hydrate the skin.

I showered and washed my hair everyday after staying at the beach.

I washed my face with mineral (drinking) water to wash off the chlorine.

I did the whole skincare routine.

I lotioned and oiled (perfume free) my body after showering and used After Sun (also perfume free) on my body and face (!) for extra hydration.

Results: I was very oily as you figured and was shining away. I had the ultimate glow after my skin absorbed everything. The flare ups were minimized.

After two weeks of being back home; I still don't have clear skin just yet. I believe it comes back a bit by bit everyday, so I'll be patience. I haven't used the steroid ointment for three weeks now.

I'll post another one about using too little or too much products in a couple of weeks and a post about my haircare journey. If you have any questions meanwhile, feel free to DM me (also for requested posts).