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[talaok]

Sunbathing

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: you’ve decided to sunbathe topless, or as your husband Joel would put it, you’ve decided to torture him.

Warnings: needy Joel, kind of sub!joel, unprotected p in v, premature ejaculation, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), come play.

a/n: i sunbathed topless for the first time and well this wrote itself

"You've seen my boobs before babe" A soft laugh bubbled up your throat as you turned your head left.

He wasn't even pretending not to be staring.

"Not like this"

You smiled, "what does that even mean?"

"not out... here"

You lowered your sunglasses to see him better, tilting your head to ask for further explanation

Yes you were outside, by the pool of the beautiful summer house you'd rented, but you didn't get how that made any difference, they were the same boobs he'd seen hours prior in your bed.

"I'm not used to not doing anything about them"

"ah" you hummed "is it that hard?"

You didn't even need to look at the smirk painting his face to regret your choice of words.

"yeah babydoll, it's real hard"

You only needed to lower your gaze a little to asses his statement.

"You're incorrigible"

"And you're torturin' me darlin'"

"How am I torturing you?" you laughed "I'm just taking advantage of the privacy we have to get a good tan"  

"and besides, I seem to remember how hard it is for you to see me with the whole bikini on too"

He sat up, the sunbed squeaking as he faced you.

"It ain't my fault if my wife's so pretty it hurts"

"you get so dramatic when you're horny" you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

He smiled, letting his gaze wander all over your body for a good minute, before getting back at your face

"nothin's gonna happen is it?" his tone was full of hope nonetheless

"no baby" you shook your head

He sighed, dramatically letting his head fall to his chest

"I'll have a swim then"

"have fun honey"

__ __ __

"darlin'?"

Not even ten minutes had passed, and that scene from the Barbie movie with the "Ken! Go for a walk or something" line couldn't not pop into your head.

"yes?"

He was standing right next to your sunbed, dripping wet and blocking out the sun.

"don't ya need sunscreen?"

A soft smile pulled at your lips.

Ten minutes, that's how long it took for him to come up with that.

"I put it on already"

He wasn't gonna give up, not on the first try.

"how long ago?"

"an hour, I think"

"the sun's real strong now doll," he said, drying his hair with a towel before throwing it on his bed "I think it's best if you put some more on… I can do it for you if you don't feel like it"

You chuckled, looking up at him, but he stayed in character, continuing to look oh-so worried about your safety.

"Somehow I knew that offer was coming"

"'m just worried about my wife, 's all"

he'd crouched down, taking your hand in his

"mh-mh" you hummed, sarcasm tracing your tone

"can't have you get sunburt now, can we?"

"no, we can't" you played along, smiling at him

"'f course" he murmured, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips as he grabbed the sunscreen.

"I'm so lucky to have such a caring husband"

"I'm the only lucky one babydoll"

He gave you one more kiss, before he leaned away and got to work.

He squeezed some cream into his hand, but to your surprise, his hands didn't land where you'd expected them to-

Only his eyes were betraying him. They were only on one, or actually two things even when it was your legs he was massaging.

The coldness of the cream and his hands felt good against your warm body, so much you couldn't help but hum appreciatively.

"feels good?"

"yeah baby" you breathed as his hands made their way to your thighs.

It always amazed you how hands so big, rough, and strong were able to be so gentle and soft on you.

You couldn't deny the shivers running up your body when his fingers reached your inner thighs, getting close to your core.

"what's that?" your husband was smirking like a cat, as he dedicated himself much too long on that spot.

"I didn't say anything"

If he thought this was gonna work, he was wrong. It was too hot, and you were too relaxed to do what he so obviously wanted to do... although you both knew how much you liked seeing him desperate...

He still didn't touch your boobs, no, next were your shoulders, then your arms, and then... when he felt on the brink of exploding, when he couldn't stop himself anymore, he squeezed a generous amount of sunscreen in his hands, and oh so gently started massaging your tits.

He couldn't stop a soft groan from fleeing his lips.

It felt amazing- of course it felt amazing, but you didn't wanna give him the satisfaction, and this was mostly for him, not for you, so your eyes remained closed as you pretended like it was nothing.

But that only lasted so long, because Joel could endure just about 30 seconds of that before he was bending down, and his mouth was sucking your nipple.

"Joel!" you gasped, your eyes snapping open just in time to see him climb onto you to straddle your waist, and then go right back to groping and licking and sucking your nipples like it was his life long duty.

"baby you're all wet" you tried complaining, but the smile on your lips was everlasting.

He looked so damingly cute like this, looking up at you with those big doe eyes as he worshipped your tits.

"so are you"

And yeah so what if you were- there's only so much a woman can do in front of this.

A soft laugh spilled from your lips as your hand went to find a place in his hair, your back arching to offer more of yourself to him.

"I don't even know how good it is for you to be licking sunscreen"

The look he gave you made it very clear he didn't give one single fuck.

And just when you were about to protest again, his teeth had gently bit your nipple, and a moan had spilled from your lips.

he took that as an incentive to go further, his hand slowly sliding down your belly, between your bodies, until it was seeping underneath your bikini bottoms.

"babe-" you stopped him, your voice breathless

His hand stopped on your mound as he groaned in frustration.

You could feel his rock-hard cock on you since the moment he straddled you- the man was desperate.

"please doll" he murmured against the soft skin of your chest in between kisses "Gimmie something-anything” he pleaded “Have mercy on your poor husband"

Your response was mixed between a laugh and a moan

"I can take care of you if you want"

He shook his head, his teeth grazing your nipple "Need to feel you darlin’"

Again, a soft giggle rumbled from your chest

"’S too hot to have sex here baby"

His hand had gotten out of your bikini to reach the other on your waist.

"the pool- the ground? fuck- anywhere you want sugar, just tell me where"

His clothed hard-on was rubbing against your core now, and fuck but once again you’d succumbed to Joel and his goddamn irresistible neediness.

"bring me back into the house"

It was like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear those words.

In a haze of kisses and lust, he’d picked you up, letting you hold onto him by wrapping your arms and legs around his body as he hurriedly walked into the house.

He didn’t make it far enough to encounter a single surface- and perhaps that was because he’d stopped looking and placed you against the wall the moment he’d passed the threshold.

His mouth was on your tits again, his cock was out, and his fingers had pulled your bikini to the side.

He said nothing as he slowly began entering you, the only sounds in the room being your moan as you threw your head back, and the groan he emitted, muffled by your skin.

“Oh fuck” you cried once he bottomed out.

Your husband was a very gifted man.

"'m not gonna last"

He sounded like the mere act of talking was taking all of his energy, and yet he was thrusting up into you like it was a matter of life or death.

"'s ok"

"I've been hard since you took your top off" he murmured, his breath fanning over your chest “you-you-jesus”

Your left hand passed through his hair, softly soothing him.

“‘S alright baby, don’t wait for me”

“You’re too fuckin’-” he tried to speak, but he was interrupted by yet another groan

“What?” you taunted him, a smirk pulling at your lips “what is it baby?”

His eyes were wide with desperation as he looked up at you, as his mouth stole languid kisses from your tits.

“Too hot- too goddamn perfect”

You bit down a grin at that, still stroking his hair

“I love you baby” you breathed, his cock reaching the deepest, most fucking amazing spot inside you in the meantime.

The moment those words left your lips your husband was fucked- the only words he was able to mutter were a series of -fuckshitgoddamn- before he inevitably reached his peak, filling you up with rope after rope of come that never seemed to end.

He remained like that for a little while, buried inside you, eyes closed, mouth still connected with your boob, until you left a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, and he woke up from his heavenly trance.

He let out a soft groan as he slipped out of you, and took his time letting you down.

You were smiling at him with that soft smile that melted his insides right up, and he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss it, kiss you like you were a soft delicate thing that he was scared of breaking.

“I love you more” he promised, kissing you again, even if you were smiling.

“Feel better now?”

You said it like he was a kid with a stomach bug, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Yeah darlin’” he murmured against your mouth “thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me” you laughed, but he was already shaking his head

“Yes I do”

And without further explanation, he’d dropped to his knees.

He slid your bikini to the side once again, looking up at you with only adoration in his eyes.

“Baby you don’t have to” you tried to reason with him, but his mouth was already latched to your clit, and your hand had already flown to his hair.

He remained on your bud long enough to make you desperate, and then he started focusing on your whole core, his tongue lapping between your folds with what could only be described as feral hunger.

His come was everywhere, and yet he didn’t care, he was happy tasting the mix of your fluids, because that’s how Joel was- a nasty nasty man- only for you.

So much so that you felt his tongue enter your hole, simulating what he was doing just minutes before with his cock.

“Fuck-babe-”

Your moans were breathless, more like whines, like prayers.

You were looking at him as he was looking at you and Jesus... He looked fucking heavenly.

His hair all tussled from your fingers, his blown-out pupils, his never-stopping tongue-

“Joel” you cried, but he didn’t dare speak a word as he went back to your clit.

“Shit-baby- god!”

You had to tighten your hold on his hair as your orgasm crept up your body- and it was as you heard him groan with pleasure, as he sucked your clit into his mouth like a man starved, that it all came crumbling down, and you felt your body light on fire as your climax took over.

You were moaning and crying into the air for a good minute before you were sane again.

Only Joel hadn’t stopped eating you out for a single second, and even then, he looked like he had no intention of doing so

“Baby-baby” you whimpered, having to literally pull him away from your core.

He was smiling like a kid, and you couldn’t help but follow suit.

He put your bikini back in place, and then stood up, his hands lingering on your waist

“You’re crazy”

He couldn’t help but kiss you before answering,

“You make me”

[austinbutlerslovers]

Cancun Heat

Label Mature 18+

Summary After successfully taking a break from the spotlight to enjoy the rewards of his career, Austin sweeps you off to Cancun for more relaxation, until eventually his fame catches up with him.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut ❤️‍🔥 Passionate getaway • sweet talk • dirty talk • BDE • size k!nk • oral on fem • clit play • fingering •praising• deep P in V •orgasms •cream pie • after care

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Cancun Heat

The afternoon sun is high, bathing everything in bright hot light under the Cancun Mexico sky.

The white poolside balcony tiles shimmer, reflecting the heat, while the pool water sparkles in front of you, sending rippling patterns across its surface.

A soft ocean breeze carries the scent of salt and tanning oil, blending with the citrusy tang of the drink on your side table.

Below your villa, the steady crash of waves against the shore creates a hypnotic rhythm from the private beach a few stories down.

Austin reclines on a cushioned sunbed, looking impossibly tan, his sculpted body stretched out beneath the sun, muscles glistening in the afternoon light.

His blond hair is brighter, his blue eyes now striking, making him even more effortlessly beautiful.

A book rests in his large hands, his fingers idly flipping through a page as he reads.

You can’t take your eyes off of him. His bronzed skin, the sharp cut of his jawline, the way his muscles flex subtly as he turns a page—every detail of him eaves you utterly captivated.

Without looking up, he smirks. “You’re staring,” he says, his deep voice tinged with amusement as he continues reading.

“Can you blame me?” you tease with adoration. “You’re the best view in Cancun.”

He finally lowers the book, tilting his head coyly as he looks at you.

His blue eyes flicker with amusement as he grins. “I’m the best view in Cancun?” he repeats, and you watch the way his cheeks warm at your compliment.

You grin, pushing yourself up. “Mm-hmm,” you confirm, leaving your sunbed.

Without hesitation, you straddle his lap, your warm, sun-kissed skin pressing against his.

He barely has time to set the book aside before his hands find your hips.

You lean in, your fingers sliding up his chest, tracing the defined ridges of his muscles.

“I plan to enjoy it,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his.

“I want you to,” he whispers back, tilting his head up to capture your lips in a slow, sun-drenched kiss.

The world around you fades, both of you lost in each other, the rhythmic crash of waves below softening into the background.

His lips move against yours with intoxicating patience, tasting, teasing, his grip on your hips tightening as a quiet groan escapes him feeling you press down on him.

You can feel it, the hardness of just how much he wants you, his cock pressing solidly against you through his swim shorts. It sends a thrill right through you, and you can’t help the mischievous grin that curves against your lips.

“Is that all for me?” you whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze.

He looks up at you his blue eyes utterly captivated by yours. “Just for you,” he says, his hands sliding over the curve of your ass.

He tilts his head to capture your lips in another demanding kiss, his fingers gripping you with a possessiveness that sends a rush of heat surging between your thighs.

You shift in his lap, pressing against him more, and the hard, undeniable size of his cock makes arousal flood through you.

He’s huge, growing harder every second, his hands holding you firm as every heated, open-mouthed kiss intensifies the pressure against your core, sending a delicious ache through you.

Then tension becomes unbearable as his mouth slides against yours, his kisses growing hungrier and more feverish with every stroke of his tongue.

Then, just as your fingers tangle into his soft blond hair, your breaths spilling into his mouth, a faint buzzing sound cuts through your haze of pleasure.

You barely register it at first, too lost in him, too caught up in the insatiable pull between you, but then Austin groans against your lips, pulling back just slightly.

“Shit,” he mutters, his forehead pressing against yours, his breaths heavy on your lips. “They found us.”

Your heart pounds as you glance up, catching the glint of two drones hovering at the balcony. The paparazzi, capturing every angle of what just happened between you in your secluded, luxurious hideaway.

Without a word, you grab his hand, gently leading him up from the sun bed. He follows willingly, his fingers interlacing with yours as you pull him through the billowing curtains into the villa.

The bright heat of the balcony gives way to a cool, dim interior, the light filtering softly through the curtains behind you.

Your pulse races as you lead him across the plush living room area, past the sleek furniture, and private bar to the master bedroom.

The shadows deepen inside, wrapping you both in a private, intimate hush, the distant buzz of the drones fading away as you step into the sanctuary of the master suite.

Inside, the air is cooler, the lighting dim, the sheer drapes casting soft shadows over the plush king-size bed.

The only sounds now are the distant crash of waves and the heavy rhythm of Austins breathing as he watches you undress.

“They were going to find you eventually.” You tease without breaking eye contact, reaching behind your back unclasping your bikini, letting the top slip down your sun-kissed skin.

“I really wanted you on that sun-bed though,” he says, his voice deep and playful as his blue eyes darken with desire, tracing every inch of your movements as you shimmy out of your bikini bottoms, letting them drop to the floor.

His stare is unwavering as he looks at you like you’re the only thing that exists in his world, his blue eyes heavy with want, like he can’t wait to devour you.

“Guess we’ll just have to settle for the bed.” You say enticingly, your eyes glancing over to it. 

His hands immediately move to the waistband of his swim trunks, his size straining against the fabric as he hooks his fingers into it.

He pushes them down as his thick cock slides out, heavy and hard, slapping against his sculpted abs before settling straight.

His size is substantially impressive the length extending well past the curve of his narrow hips, down toward his thigh in a way that makes you clench with need.

You mentally thank your lucky stars for what you’re about to receive, your body already aching for him.

“The bed it is “Austin exhales sharply, his gaze dark and hungry as he cups your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as his mouth crashes onto yours.

His kiss is deep, consuming, his tongue sliding against yours as he presses his body against you. The insistent length of his cock presses against you, firm and heavy, grazing your skin with every subtle shift of his hips.

It’s teasing and tormenting all at once as he slides it between your inner thighs, pressing against your slick heat, promising more with every tantalizing touch.

You moan against his mouth reveling in it, loving how massive he feels, how every inch of him against you sends a thrill through your core reminding you of just how much he has to give.

With effortless strength, he guides you onto the plush bed, lowering you beneath him with ease.

His lips leave yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, over your collarbone, and across your chest, his hands finding your breasts, cupping them firmly, as he kisses lower, his breath warm against your skin. 

Your back arches into him, a soft moan escaping as his mouth moves down your stomach.

His hands slide from your breasts to your waist, fingers splaying possessively as they grip your back, pulling you closer. 

His thumbs stroke lazily over your hips, teasing the sensitive skin there as he settles between your thighs. 

He finds your center, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a fleeting, wicked moment before he lowers his mouth hungrily. 

You gasp as his tongue laps at you, bold and unrelenting, drawing a loud moan from your lips as your hips push against him.

He groans against you, the vibration rippling through your core. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasps, his voice muffled as he works you over, sucking, flicking, circling your clit with precision. 

You’re whimpering as his hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he devours you, pushing you toward the edge with every deliberate stroke of his tongue. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, gasping as you begin to climax your body trembling unable to even handle the onslaught of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan escapes you, your hips rolling instinctively against his mouth as you come and he pulls back just enough to watch, his blue eyes glinting with hunger as he encourages you, his voice deep and resonant. 

“Come on, sweetheart, give me everything,” he says, his thumb rolling over your clit, his slender fingers pushing firmly inside, curling and thrusting against your slick, pulsing walls, sending your orgasm soaring even higher.

Your thighs tighten, every muscle tensing up as the pleasure peaks, a shuddering cry spilling from your lips as your back arcs from the bed, overcome with satisfaction.

He pulls his fingers out, glistening with your slick arousal, and brings them to his mouth sucking them clean with a low, satisfying hum

His hand glides a slow path along your thigh as he climbs over you, his abs flexing with each controlled movement.

Austin is all muscle and power as he handles you with ease, his thumbs pressing into your skin as he grips your hips tight, lining himself up.

His blue eyes lock onto yours as he grins his voice low and seductive. “You ready for me, baby?” he asks, the words dripping with promise.

“Yes,” you breathe, your voice shaky with anticipation, the question alone making you want him even more.

With a rough, needy grunt, he thrusts into you, his massive cock splitting you wide, a sharp, involuntary gasp tearing from your throat as you lock eyes with his.

He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest,  his blue eyes gazing down at you in pure devotion as he pushes his hips forward making you take every inch of him. 

Your body tightens involuntarily as he slowly hits your deepest point, the sensation overwhelming—a heavy, pulsing fullness that makes you feel every ridge, every throb of his cock inside you.

He slowly rolls his hips back, keeping you pinned beneath him, his hands gripping your hips as he whispers sweet praises.

“So fucking beautiful like this,” he whispers his voice shaky and reverent as he pushes forward splitting you open until you’re delirious, reduced to needy whimpers, your mind blanking as he works his hips, each slow thrust making you feel his cock press firmly against your sensitive depths.

The stretch is impossible, the way he fills you leaving no room for anything but him, your breath catches, words failing as all you can do is surrender to the pleasure.

His arms flex, muscles bulging as he pins you in place, holding you steady beneath his him, craving more.

He groans increasing his pace, the wet slap of his hips against you growing louder and faster with every thrust.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants, his voice thick with satisfaction as his thumb finds your clit stroking it with firm relentless pressure. 

The sudden jolt sends sparks through you, your body jerking as the pleasure builds higher, his cock slamming into you relentlessly claiming you with every deep thrust, every groan, driving you toward the edge as your slick heat grips him tighter.

You cry out in pleasure as his massive cock satisfies you beyond belief, each punishing drive overwhelming your core, and you take every inch of it until you’re lost in him. 

He’s relentless, his heavy thrusts rearranging you with every slam of his hips, your slick walls gripping his cock as he pushes you beyond your limits.

“Come for me” he breathes, his voice rough with lust, his blue eyes locked on yours as his hips jerk forward hard and fast, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing the room.

“A-Austin Yes!” you cry out, your voice breaking with pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes as he keeps going, his enormous cock pounding into you with a force that steals your breath.

He groans, deep and primal, his thumb working your clit in tighter, merciless circles, pushing you past the brink.

Your body tightens, trembling uncontrollably as the pleasure coils, then snaps—your orgasm crashing over you, a high-pitched wail tearing from your throat as you come hard, your walls spasming around him, soaking him with your release.

Austin groans louder, feeling your walls fluttering on his cock and it tips him right over the edge. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he gasps, his voice shaking, his face softening in ecstasy as he slams into you repeatedly, his cock throbbing violently.

You feel it, the hot, wet rush as he spills inside you, filling you up, his release mixing with yours in a messy, slick heat.

Your head rolls back, speechless, lost in the overwhelming sensation as he slows, grinding long hard thrusts into you as his cock pulses riding the last of his climax out.

Both of your are gasping and moaning as he finally stills, his weight pressing you on the bed, breathless and spent.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his pupils blown wide, his face stunned as his heart pounds wildly against your chest. You reach up, cupping his cheek tenderly, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. 

“I love your cock,” you breathe, the words slipping out raw and unfiltered before you can catch them. 

Austin laughs, a deep, warm sound that fills his chest in delight. 

“Austin! …I love you so much,” you quickly switch and he laughs at your mistake even more as he leans down, kissing you softly, slowly, his lips lingering against yours. 

“I know, baby,” he grins, barely holding back another laugh as he gazes into your eyes, “I love you too,” he confirms, his breath warm against your mouth as he deepens the kiss, slow and tender, pouring himself into it before pulling back.

Both of you lay together in peaceful serenity as the distant crash of ocean waves fills the quiet between you. 

You stroke his hair as he nuzzles his face against your chest breathing you in before placing a soft reverent kiss. “I have to pull out baby” he says bracing your hips.

The slick, heavy drag of his cock leaving your sensitive walls creates a faint ache from how thoroughly he claimed you, and he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your temple as his hand gently soothes your pelvis, easing the soreness he left behind.

He rolls onto his back with a contented sigh as his broad chest rises and falls in satisfaction.

Out of curiosity, you reach for your phone on the nightstand hearing the ping of incoming alerts, and sure enough, there’s already an article titled— 

“Austin Butler Heating Things Up in Cancun”

—Complete with drone footage of you and Austin on the balcony.

As you study the pictures, his cock is so erect in his shorts it’s straining up his thigh in the grainy shots.

You laugh loudly, caught off guard, and Austin turns, smirking. 

“What is it, baby?” he asks, his voice low and playful as he props himself up on an elbow.

You tilt the screen toward him, and his eyes widen with amusement as he takes it in.

“Austin, now everyone’s going to know how huge cock is,” you giggle and his smirk stretches wider. 

He flips the phone face down, climbing on top of you, nuzzling into your neck his breath tickling your skin as he presses light, teasing kisses there.

“That’s just supposed to be for you,” he grins, his tone mock-serious, his weight pinning you playfully as both of you dissolve into a fit of laughter in the afterglow.

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[beenbaanbuun]

the pool w/ choi jongho

words - 3k

genre - suggestive

warnings - fem!bodied reader, bikini, internalised slut shaming (kind of but not really?), public undressing (again, kind of but not really), size kink, awkward!jongho, bff!wooyoung, lifeguard!san, massage, nipple piercings, i thing that’s it

Wooyoung holds a smug look on his face as he drops onto the sunbed next to you. You have to admit that he looks pretty good with the sun bouncing from his wet skin, but you'd never tell him that. You'd say your friendship resembled something more akin to siblings than anything else, and why would you ever have anything nice to say about your brother?

“What’s the shit-eating grin for?” you say as you toss him the sunscreen and lean forwards; an open invitation for him to massage some into your spine. The quiet scoff he passes in your direction doesn’t go unnoticed, but you can’t comment on it before you hear the click of the cap opening and an ice cold drip of sunscreen hits your back. You wince as your friend massages it in with delicate hands, your body not quite getting used to the temperature quick enough for it not to be uncomfortable as he spreads it all over. Wooyoung only laughs, taking great pleasure in the quiet hums of dissatisfaction you make.

But it only takes about 10 seconds from his hands to pull away from your back and the click of the sunscreen bottle closing to hit your ears. You spare him a glare over your shoulder, watching as he rubs the excess from his hands onto his chest knowing full well that he can't possibly have rubbed it on correctly.

“I don't have a shit eating grin,” he lies through his teeth as he takes great care rubbing the cream into his chest—a lot more than he took with your back. You almost want to push him back in the pool to wash it all off again, but that would be petty, even for you. Instead you simply roll your eyes in dismay and shift to a more comfortable position. Your book lies on the table next to you so you grab it, open it and crack the spine. You don’t start reading quite yet, though; you can’t concentrate when wooyoung looks like he’s planning something devious.

“Yes, you do,” you argue. “Tell me what you’re doing!”

“I'm not doing anything!” he fights back, tone defensive and not at all matching the gleeful smile on his face.

“Well, then tell me what you know!”

His eyes flicker to the pool for just a moment before returning to you. Maybe he thinks you didn’t see it, but you did, and so your gaze follows his only to land on him. The same man from the pool yesterday, and the restaurant last night, and breakfast this morning. The very same man you’ve been obsessing over the last few days. You squeak in something akin to terror and immediately look back to a smirking Wooyoung. Your eyes stay firmly locked on his for one, maybe two seconds before some strange magnetic force pulls your eyes back to him.

He leans against the edge of the pool with one arm up on the side, allowing you to see the soft flesh of his arms. The skin is tan and smooth and good god if you don’t get a chance to dig your nails into it by the end of the holiday then you’ll have worn nothing but your skimpiest of bikinis for nothing. The uncomfortable wedgies and uneven tan lines will have been a waste, nothing more than a study in the art of hassle and discomfort, and that really would put a damper on what has been an otherwise enjoyable holiday.

You crane your neck further to get a glance at his face. Those plush lips that look so incredibly soft, the sparkling eyes that turn a deep honey colour when the sun shines down on them. There's something beautiful about him in the same way a bear is beautiful; intimidating and graceful yet somehow sweet at the same time. Perhaps the strange duality is just one of the reasons you can’t seem to take your mind off of him. His hair is pushed back in a way that has you drooling, and not just at the mouth. You can’t help but let your eyes linger for just a second or two before they move a little further south landing upon that mole on his neck; the one you so desperately want to press your lips to…

You’re ripped from your trance when Wooyoung snaps his fingers impatiently in front of your face. With an unsurprising degree of reluctance, you tear your gaze away from him and return it to your best friend who’s smug smile seems to have grown. You’d wipe it from his face if you could, but he’s too far away and it’s far too hot to exert the energy needed to move. You scowl at him instead, tossing up a middle finger in displeasure.

“Stop being weird, Woo, nothing is going to happen,” you say through gritted teeth because god, you desperately hope that statement isn’t true.

“You want it to, though,” he seemingly reads your mind. “You should do something about it!”

“What, like you’re doing with that lifeguard?” You point to the shirtless man across the pool who has absolutely zoned out when he should really be watching the water instead. You can only hope no one has an emergency whilst he’s busy gawping at your friend who has been endlessly peacocking–not that you can say anything–since the day you arrived at this hotel. Wooyoung sends a wink in his direction before turning his attention back to you, just in time to see you fake gag.

“See; I am doing something about the lifeguard,” he grins at you.

“A wink and a smile isn’t going to get you laid.”

“Well it’s more than you’re doing with your man,” he counters, “creepily staring at him isn’t going to get you laid either.”

With a groan you toss your face down into the soft cushion of the sun bed. Wooyoung is right as much as it pains you to admit that to yourself. You want the pool guy so bad and yet all you’ve even attempted to do to seduce him is wear tiny little bikinis that haven’t seemed to catch his attention even once. At least wooyoung has some form of communication with the man he wants to fuck, even if it is just mentally undressing each other from opposite ends of the pool. Knowing your luck, by the end of the holiday wooyoung will have bagged himself the hot lifeguard and you’ll be alone… again.

Wooyoung sighs at your dramatic performance before grabbing your coin purse from the bag. “I'm going to get you some liquid courage,” he says as he stands up, “don’t ever tell me I don’t ever do anything nice for you.”

“But that’s my purs—” he puts a finger to your lip to shush you.

“Thank you is all you have to say.”

And then he’s gone, swinging his hips with each step he takes. If you were to look over to the lifeguard you’re almost sure you’d be able to see him licking his lips with desire. Almost like you when you immediately turn your head to sneak another look at him.

Only he’s not where he was when your eyes last left him. In fact, when you give the pool a scan, he doesn’t seem to be anywhere at all. Did he leave? You question yourself as you less-than-subtly scan the pool over and over again. It would probably be the best thing for your own sake if he did and yet your heart still aches at the prospect. It's not like you were going to speak to him–you absolutely, unequivocally weren’t–too shy and anxious to put yourself up for that rejection, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want to pine for a little while longer.

Feeling nothing but dejected ,your eyes shift across to where Wooyoung stands at the bar, top half leaning over the counter slightly, pert ass pointed in the direction of his beau. You’d call him a slut if you hadn’t been doing the exact same for the last week; putting your body on display as some sort of mating ritual in the hopes of a man fucking you halfway to oblivion. At least one of you seems to be having some success in his tiny little swim shorts that definitely show more off than they need to. It’s a good job he has a nice ass, you think to yourself just as a shadow passes over you, blocking the warmth of the sun beating down on your back. It’s just someone walking past a little too close, you tell yourself as you keep your vision on your friend, it’ll be gone in a moment or two.

Except a moment passes, and then another, and the shadow doesn’t move. You’re about to turn your head in the direction of the obstruction to see what’s so important for you to get a them-shaped tan line on your back, when you hear a voice. “Your boyfriend didn’t rub your sunscreen in too well, did he?” It’s pretty, musical and sweet just like a little songbird. Somehow that’s all you need to know exactly who it belongs to. Call it intuition or something but you know it’s him blocking the sun right now.

Your heart beats out of control for just a second before you manage to rein it in. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you respond, turning your head to gaze upon his damp body in all its glory…

Perhaps you’re no better than a man since the first things your eyes focus on are his tits. They’re soft and beautifully tan with little moles dotted here and there to match the one on his neck. You dart your eyes between them like you’re playing your own little game of join the dots. It takes you on a tour of his chest, pupils darting from one pec to the other until your eyes land on something you never expected to see.

Two metal bars…

On either side of his chest…

Right through his nipples…

Holy fuck…

Your jaw goes slack, and so, it seems, does your hand. Thankfully the sound on your book thumping against the less than dry ground is enough to break you free from the stupor his nipple piercings had put you in. Your vision shifts in an instant, settling instead on the pages of your book that more and more water seeps into with each passing second. “Shit,” you mutter, bending down and wrapping your fingertips around the now sodden paper.

“You got it?” he asks, clearly not too put off by your strange behaviour. You hum affirmatively as you lift the book and place it on the table beside your sunbed. He makes a similar sound, although his sounds more thoughtful; more like he’s trying to come up with something to say. It takes a while but eventually he seems to finally land on something, pulling in a deep breath before opening his mouth. “I could've grabbed it for you if you wanted,” he’s kind too? Well that’s horrible news for your crippling obsession with the stranger, “if you’d, you know… asked me to or something.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh at how unsure he sounds. It’s as if his words aren’t his own, dropping from his lips before he’s even had time to realise what he’s saying. There’s a grin on your face as you twist your head back around to see him, only this time your eyes focus on his face. He’s even sweeter looking up close, his wide eyes and round cheeks making him look something more akin to a little cub than an intimidating killer. Perhaps his face would kid you into thinking he’s innocent if it weren’t for the bars glinting at you just a foot further south.

“I shouldn't have to ask,” you grin, trying your hardest to sound seductive. To your own ears it sounds more like a petulant child; you can only hope that he doesn’t hear it too. “Not if you’re a gentleman, anyway.

“But what about consent?” he says as a pretty shade of peach covers his cheeks. You want to bite them, as if they’d give you the same sweet juice as the fruit they so clearly resemble. You wonder if his lips taste that sweet; you bet they do. “I didn't want to overstep.”

Your grin splits your face in two as he shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot. Upon first glance, you were half expecting him to be some suave, smooth talker. He'd say a few flirty pick up lines before taking you to his room for a one-and-done. This, though—this is much more dangerous. This is feelings territory.

“You’re not overstepping by picking my book up,” you say, “that’s simply courteous—gentlemanly, like i said!”

“Courteous,” he repeats slowly as if it’s a new word to him. there’s a ponderous look on his face that quickly morphs into a shy smirk. It seems to transform into something much more confident in the matter of a few seconds. It's almost cocky, and yet there remains to be that sweet, unsure look in his eyes. It's adorable, really. “Well,” he pauses to take stock of his next few words, “would it be courteous to offer to finish rubbing in the sunscreen your boyfriend missed?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you repeat.

“Well–”

“Just rub it in, will you?” you cut him off with an exasperated sigh. As much fun as you’re having playing this little game of cat and mouse, the need to have his hands on your back far outweighs any amusement you’re getting from his pitiful attempt at flirting. He listens, placing one hand on your calf to support himself as he perches himself on the edge of your sunbed. It inches its way up to your inner thigh, stopping just before it gets dangerously close to your core. His thumb barely brushes against the exposed crease where your ass meets your thigh as he softly grazes his fingertips over the back of your leg. They shift to the side, gracefully slipping over the thin string of your bikini bottoms that rests upon your hip. They catch against it, tugging ever so slightly on the bow that holds the flimsy garment together.

It's a promise, that much is crystal clear.

His palm is warm when it first comes into contact with your lower back, yet it still manages to send a shiver up your spine. It’s big too, covering just enough area for you to realise how small you are compared to him. You could see it in his broad shoulders and his thick arms, but feeling it is just… different. He’s barely even touched you yet there’s already a moan on the tip of your tongue. God only knows what’ll happen when his hands get a little more adventurous.

“Can I undo your top?” he approaches the question with about as much grace as a baby giraffe, clumsy yet endearing with the way he blurts it out. It’s impossible to hold in your giggle, your heart swelling with just how awkwardly adorable he is. But then his fingers tug dangerously upon the little bow at your spine and your breath suddenly hitches in your throat. You feel it loosen, but not quite enough for it to fall completely open. It’s not quite clear if he’s just clumsy or if he knows exactly what he’s doing, but either way the simple action has you shifting your slick thighs against each other. “Well?” he softly purrs, and by the tone of his voice you have to assume he's so blissfully unaware of everything he’s doing to you.

“If you think it’ll help,” your voice sounds strained but he doesn’t mention it. He doesn’t tease you about how much he’s affecting you, or do something unprovoked to force you deeper into this pit of unadulterated arousal you’ve found yourself in. Instead he just tugs open your bikini, just like he said he would, and then his hands are on you again.

The first moan you let out as he grazes his hands up and down the plane if your back can be passed off as one of enjoyment. The massage you’re receiving from the big strong hands of an unbearably handsome man is just good and the sound you let out is simply one of appreciation. No one can blame you for wanting to show how much you’re enjoying it, right? The second moan, however, is almost impossible to pass off as anything other than a plea for more. As his fingers dip down your sides, hands cupping your waist and making you feel so small and malleable beneath him, you can’t help but groan as you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

His fingers pause, hands tensing a little as the grip they have upon your waist intensifies. Although you haven’t exactly tried to hide it, you know that this is the exact moment that just how badly you need him really sinks into his adorably awkward brain. You’re not entirely sure what else he was hoping to get out of giving you the world's horniest massage, but it’s clear that he wasn’t expecting to get this far. Maybe he’s just a pervert who just wanted an opportunity to feel you up before going to furiously masterbate in the comfort of his room, or maybe he really did just want to come and talk. It doesn’t really matter either way, now; you still need his cock buried deep inside of your walls.

He leans in, grip intensifying as his torso comes to rest against your spine. The metal bars that you nearly almost forgot about feel like ice against your spine as he pushed you down into the bed with his body. Small; you feel so incredibly small, like it would take him no effort at all to pick you up and put you anywhere he deems he wants you. You hope he wants you sitting on his dick, if that really is the case.

“Do you want to come back to my room?” he whispers in your ear like a child passing a message in the middle of class. Nothing about his voice reads sexy, and yet you know if you were standing it would have your knees buckling. you nod silently, not trusting your voice to come out in a way that doesn’t make you seem pathetically desperate. He hums in appreciation. “good,” his lips connect with the side of your head, “the names Jongho, by the way. just in case you need something to moan.”

[kuoukyeee]

Pool Day with the Kengan boys

Gender neautral

Reader is wearing a swimsuit

A bit suggestive

Please stay hydrated and wear sunscreen, no matter your skin tone!!! Because every one can get sun damage!!!!! Also be careful to not slip on the tiles, and make sure the colour of your swimsuit can be seen underwater, so you can be easily spotted!!!

Imai Cosmo

AAAHHH this boy is basically vibrating in his seat during the car trip. He cant wait to play in the water with you.

Once you guys reach the pool he would rush you to the changing rooms, and will sulk if you tell him to slow down.

After you change into your swimsuit he will get a bit more bashful (cus he checking u out😭). However he soon gets over it and continues being playful.

He definetly says some shit like 'I dont need sunscreen!' 🙄 boy shut up before you turn red.

He WILL splash you with water.

Loves to cuddle you on those big ass floaties.

DEFINITELY HITS YOU IN THE HEAD WITH POOL NOODLES.

The aqua blue of the pool really suits him, tbh imo he would rock the surfer boy aesthetic.

This cutie gets so sad when you guys have to leave 🥺

Overall 8/10 pool day, very fun however you probably cant keep up with his energy, and you have to nag him about pool safety.

Sen Hatsumi

This man is laying his charm on thick as soon a he thinks of the word 'swimsuit'.

He would ask if he can rub sunscreen on you(🙄) don't let his innocent tone fool you. As soon as he gets his hands on you he is going to feel you up.

As for him, he would ask (beg) you to put sunscreen on him. If you do agree to help him, he looks composed on the outside but he will get a bit giddy and shy.

He will laze about on a sunbed or float in the water with you.

He looks SO SEXY with wet hair

If he's feeling playful he might pull you in the water before you're acclimated to the temperature, so you shiver and hold on to him for warmth.

You have to tell him to get his mind out of the gutter when he sees you eating ice cream or ice lollies .

He will constantly be checking you out ngl, and will try to say some shit like 'youre cute with your swimsuit but you'd look even cuter without it'💀💀💀

9/10 pool day, this guy is just so chill that it relaxes you.

Rihito

This guy is throwing compliment after compliment, giggling and blushing at you.

He would either totally forget to apply sunscreen and cry like a baby the next day, while you apply aloe vera or yoghurt on him. Or he wont stop harassing you until you put sunscreen on him (much like a kid on a car trip repeating 'are we there yet??').

Can see him wearing those arm floaties.

Definitely complains about how sticky the sunscreen is.

Would put you on his shoulders while in the pool

He would submerge himself so he can ogle at your body under the water

Dont fall asleep around this man when youre sunbathing because he will squirt (lol) sus shaped sunscreen blobs on you.

Idk why but I can see him getting tan

7.5/10 pool day cus hes too focused on wooing you.

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[ellatoone7]

pleaseee do some more ella x alessia x reader fics I love them so so much I’ve read them so many times!!!

Holiday getaway (Alessia Russo x reader, Ella toone x reader)

“God, it’s so hot.” Alessia moans as she lies back against the sun bed. “Yeah, it is.” Ella bites her lip as she stares at your half naked body, the bikini Alessia bought for you hugged your figure perfectly.

Hearing the younger girl’s suggestive tone, she lifts her glasses raising a questioning eyebrow before Ella nods over to you. Now intrigued, Alessia glances over to where Ella’s eyes have been focused for the last couple of minutes.

Oblivious to both your girlfriends ogling, you struggle to cover all your back with suncream. Noticing your struggle, Alessia’s quick to get up and give you a hand.

You jump as you feel familiar hands snake their way around your waist, “Do you need a hand, darling.” She whispers as she gently removes the bottle of suncream from your hand.

Shooting her a grateful smile you hear the lid of the bottle pop off before you feel the cold cream being lathered on your back, her soft hands taking advantage of all the exposed skin.

Ella crosses her arms with a huff as she watches Alessia massage the suncream on your back. The blonde lifts her head throwing the brunette a cocky look as she exaggerates her movements hoping to get a reaction out of Ella.

You feel Alessia’s hands wander down to your ass giving it a playful squeeze. “Watch those hands,” you warn as you turn your head sideways to look at her, “I’m just making sure you don’t get a burnt baby.”

You hear Ella scoff dramatically from where she is lying, arms still firmly crossed accentuating her toned muscles. You mockingly pout as you walk over to your ‘abandoned’ girlfriend. “Awww is someone feeling left out?” You mock.

You hear Alessia snicker behind you as Ella glares at the both of you, “You two always gang up on me,” she whines as she sinks further down into her sunbed moodily.

“Maybe if you didn’t make it so easy, it wouldn’t happen so often.” Alessia mumbles under her breath, laughing to herself before throwing herself back down on the sun bed.

Now taking pity on your girlfriend, you unwrap her crossed arms before lying down on your stomach in between her legs and resting your head against her chest.

You teasingly pout at her before playfully pinching her cheek trying to elicit a smile out of the normally mischievous girl. She tries staying mad as long as she can but the soft look you are giving her has her folding like a deck chair.

“You’re so pretty, ya know.” Her accent thick as she tightens her hold on you. You slowly lean in to kiss the smirk off her face, hand moving to cup her jaw while tilting her head down to deepen the kiss.

Meanwhile on the other sun bed, the blonde lies happily unbothered as she works on her tan.

You bury her face into her neck as you try to escape from the heat, Ella’s bucket hat blocking a little bit of the sun.

“Aww, what a cute couple?” You can practically feel Ella’s smug grin from where you are hiding. The comment however grabs Alessia’s attention pulling from her relaxed state. She slides her glasses down to the bridge of her nose silently cursing the woman who unknowingly gave the brunette endless bragging rights.

“Aww! Did you hear that babe! She thinks we make a good couple!” You snicker at your girlfriend's form of revenge, slapping her leg lightly as she raises her voice, making sure that the Italian hears her.

“AwW! DiD yOu heAR tHat BAbe?!” Alessia mocks as it was turn to cross her arms huffing even more as she hears your reply.

“Well we did just kiss, El.”

“Still it’s nice to be recognised!” She shouts in your ear trying to rile Alessia up further.

Not wanting to be apart of another bicker between the two, you begrudgingly pull yourself up out of Ella’s comfy embrace.

“I’ll show you some recognition.”

“You’re just jealous!” Ella taunts watching Alessia sit up abruptly.

“Am not! I just don’t need attention 24/7!”

“Oi! I do not need attention 24/7!”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t mhm me, you are mad because i got a kiss and you haven’t.”

“Oh, I could get a kiss whenever I want!” Alessia goes to prove her point but finds the spot you were once taking up empty.

Deciding to leave the two girls at their petty fight, you told them you were going for a swim, which was drowned out by their back and forth bickering.

Alessia shrugs, forgetting about the argument was in favour of focusing back on her tan as Ella quietly celebrates.

[leffee]

Day 23: Lemonade

Anthro au :)

Also, there are degrees mentioned in this one, my ass is using Celsius, America or not, I don't think it will hurt anybody, and I actually know what they mean, Fahrenheit on the other hand? Nuh-uh.

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“Man, it’s so hoooot,” Pepper whined and tugged on her crossed legs.

“Yes, you have already said it like 20 times.” Zoe fanned her sweat-covered face, not stopping even when the chilly air produced by the ventilator hit her.

“Cause it’s still true!” Everyone groaned in agreement.

They were all at Zoe’s house. It was the middle of the summer - perfect time to enjoy her outdoor pool… or so they thought. They tried to push the scorching heat to the back of their minds and enjoy the water, the sunbeds, the tanning but… eventually they simply needed to admit that the sun was too much today and that inside will have to do. So now, instead of enjoying some water fun, the group sat on the floor with a ventilator in front of them, gracing each of them with a puff of cold air from time to time as it rotated. Even Zoe and Minka who normally thrived in hot temperatures were now slumped on the floor and panting heavily. 

Everyone was displeased with the weather, well, almost everyone.

“I wish it was just a little bit warmer, then it would be one hundredth percent perfect!”

They all turned to glare at Vinnie.

“You are an actual psychopath.”

“It’s like, forty degrees outside, if it gets any warmer, I think we will all perish.”

“Shut up, please, just shut up.”

Vinnie who has just entered the room chuckled at his friends,’ in his opinion, dramatic reactions. Being cold-blooded was normally a pain in the ass, but there were at least the tiniest number of situations when it was actually a plus. Still, he did feel kinda bad for everyone else.

“Maybe I can do something to help?”

“As much as we appreciate the offer, I don’t think there is anything you can do.” Penny sighed and leaned backwards on her palms.

“Or maybe…” Russell thought aloud as the air ruffled his hair. “Zoe, do you have ice cream or anything similar? Sorbets, maybe?”

Zoe merely shook her head.

“I wish. Yesterday when those three were here,��� She pointed carelessly at Pepper - who grinned, Penny - who chuckled a bit, and Minka - who simply motioned a peace sign, “we ate all the frozen treats I had.”

“Wonderful,” Sunil huffed. 

“Mmmhm.” Zoe breathed a sigh. But then, “Wait! I might not have anything cold to eat but I did make some, well, lots of lemonade this morning, this should do, right?” She looked around at her friends who all nodded. So then, in this case just one tiny problem remained – nobody really wanted to move and risk heating up even more, at least nobody directly next to her. “Vinnie!” She called out.

“Yeah?” He asked when he approached closer to the semicircle "of shame", though he did deliberately avoid getting anywhere close to the fan’s radius.

“There are pitchers of lemonade in my fridge, take them out and bring us some,” Zoe ordered.

“Okay.” Vinnie nodded. “Can I have some too?”

“Yes, sure, just make it quick.” She waved him off and let her back hit the floor.

“And add plenty of ice cubes to our glasses!” Penny yelled behind Vinnie.

“Yeah, and be quick or we might evaporate!” Minka added, getting a thumbs up in return from him.

“And please, don’t spill the lemonade or worse, shatter the glasses!”

“Okay, I get it, jeez.” Vinnie threw his arms in the air at Sunil’s addition but did march to the kitchen.

It couldn’t have been longer than a few minutes when he returned to the rest of the group with a tray filled with glasses, but it felt like ages. He moved slowly, trying to perform a miracle of not tripping over anything. It seemed fate was on their side today because he reached his friends unharmed and put the tray before them, leaving it for their enjoyment after claiming one lemonade-filled glass for himself.

“Enjoy.”

“Finally, our lemon-aid, I think I was genuinely starting to turn into steam.” Pepper was the first one who managed to push herself forward and take one glass. After her, everyone one by one took one for themselves too. The glasses were generously filled with ice, perhaps even too generously, but they weren’t gonna complain since combined with the fan’s chill, they finally felt significant relief.

One thing was for sure, to survive this day, they would need a refill, probably more than one.

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Eepy!

Why does this prompts list has so many drinks, I mean first juice box then coffee now lemonade and day 26 is milkshake, there's only so many drinks-related stories I can write.

[sadgirlweather]

I’m gonna try the gradual tan cream in hopes that doesn’t make my skin feel like it’s burning off. So everyone do a little pray for me because I don’t wanna go to the sunbeds

[cryingbutaddbows]

Spending my money on tanners and creams for sunbeds instead of food if imma be skinny might as well be tanned too >>>

[masons-tours]

Nah the sunbeds 😂😂😂😂 Did he use tanning creams too? We have beds and the ones where you stand, did he lay down or was he standing? How many times did he go? Important questions we won't get an answer 😂

But fr I think Mason can't really tan that much and can't hold his tan if he wanted it and he burns most of the time. Hope someone introduced him to spfs and skincare in general 😂

I hope he uses Decs 50 spf 🤣😂🤣 don’t want him looking like a leather bag in a few years

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[shelleymarietalks]

It's been a while... Again!

My last blog was at the start of 2023 and things weren't too bad where my skin was concerned and I have realised it has been nearly 8 months since I last blogged which is good, as I only ever really blog documenting the bad days. I know people don't read these and I am probably waffling onto myself but I thought I may as well blog even if it's just to document this for myself to read back on when days aren't as glorious because my skins behaving for once and I am happy with that!

So... How is my skin? I did take a bit of a dip after New Year having flares a little regular yet shorter and allowing it to really chew away at my mental health to the point I went back into the pattern of freaking out and trying to search for a cure and trying other creams and supplements to help until I finally gave up searching and calmed the hell down about it. My skin settled shortly after (I do ride these rollercoasters of sudden flares and then settle within days with no explination) and it wasn't until I had an issue at work causing me to have a weekend of stress and emotional upset that I knew 100000% that stress was definately my main trigger. Again, once this was resolved my skin calmed down.

I am still using Cerave Moisturising Cream and after ditching probiotics, Apple Cider Vinegar and Raspberry Ketone capsules that I was trialling, non of which really worked and gave my body a rest for a couple months I started taking Evening Oil of Primrose capsules. My Mom gave me these when I was a child growing up suffering with chronic eczema so it was worth a go again right? Well it's either a coinsidence or a massive help but my skin has been at it's best for a while and alongside this I have been having a weekly session on the sunbeds.

Sunbeds... There are lots of theories on wether these help and support skin conditions and wether or not they cause skin cancer. Some find even the word Sunbed scary and my Dermatologist hates the word, despite prescribing "Phototherapy" claiming this is not a sunbed and you do not tan. Phototherapy did not help my skin, in fact made it worst and I did in fact tan! I have 6-9mins per week on the sunbed and this has purely been due to going to Italy in 8 days for a family holiday/my cousins wedding and not wanting to burn in their heatwave. I have noticed the sunbed has really helped with the elasticity of my skin, has decreased the dryness and given me a lovely glow which I usually struggle to maintain with Eczema and TSW skin. Just to have that bit of a glow has made me look and feel so much better, making those shitty skin days more bareable so it is worth that bit of UV fear.

My Dermatologist. He's Marmite. You love him or hate him. I used to love him. The immunosuppressants that helped and I reccomend them to anyone suffering the worst of TSW as they give you just that bit of life back to help you cope, but even now when I go to my appointments at nearly 4 years steroid free and 3 and a half years immunosuppressant free and am still questioned why my skins still improving yet I'm not using the things hes prescribing me and am still refusing topical steroids, immunosuppressants and now jackinhibators which is some new thing! I could easily allow him to discharge me but with having an auto immune condition, history of severe eczema, topical steroid withdrawal and still picking up colds, sickness and infections easily I think to mysef it is just 20 minutes every 12 weeks and he has been learnt to presribe these. I sound like I am against steroids and immunosuppressants and if you'd of asked me last year then yes I would of said "of course I am" but I have slowly let go of some of my anger towards it all and have learnt that everyone is different, medication affects people in different ways and unlike me it may be the cure for some but just not for others and you know what... That is ok!

This was only meant to be a little skin update, a short blog and here I am an hour later.

Anyway, I will link the Cerave Moisturising Cream and Evening Oil of Primrose capsules that I continue to use and take in the hope these may help others too, just like I hope my blogs do, even if it's just 1 other person searching for some support and help.

Before I Leave I cannot forget the incredible TCM accupuncture with Omie that I have been having to help support my skin, hormones, emotions and stress and I cannot recommend it enough but feel this deserves it's own blog which I will do this weekend with some supporting information from Omie (if she kindly agrees).

Until then, lots of love xxx

[engineers-curry]

So many of these smut prompts fit for brat George: but especially 2, 64 & 83 👀 they would probably fit best with Lewis/George or Mike/George

OHHH this screams britcedes summer break vacation so much!! Hope you like it :)

"Lewis, I'm bored," George whines from the sun bed where he has been lazing on all day, pushing his sunglasses up. Lewis is immune against his boyfriend's pout, only smiling to himself.

"Then go for a swim," he turns his head towards the pool, the cold water sparkling under the sunlight. It's not the answer George is looking for, obviously, but two can play this game. And Lewis knows exactly what George plans, ever since the other stepped outside in nothing but some flimsy fabric that can hardly be labelled as bikini.

Instead, Lewis picks up his fashion magazine again, his smirk growing wider when the same bikini is looking back at him from the open page. He knew it would look great on George, especially with how easy the other could tan.

George has other plans though and a second later, Lewis notices the other rolling around to get up and then climbing on Lewis' sunbed, straddling his thighs.

"Lewis."

"George."

"Fuck me?" George flutters with his eyelashes. "Please?"

Well, at least not all manners have been lost yet. Still, Lewis won't give in easily.

"I think I've spoiled you too much these last days," Lewis states simply, putting down the magazine. "Rules are rules."

"I said please," George insists, letting himself fall forward, his crotch now dangerously close to Lewis'. He can easily see the outline of George's dick straining against the bikini bottoms, grinning at how eager and impatient the other is.

"I don't get the impression it was sincere, kitten," Lewis smirks, yet not moving. He knows it drives George insane. "Why don't you try again?"

George leans forward, slightly, their crotches being dangerously close now. "Please Lew?"

The other is pulling all registers, batting his eyelashes again, chewing on his lower lip. Lewis doesn't react but George's impatience is bigger as he lets out a soft moan, his hips pushing forward. Rubbing their crotches together. Without his permission.

Lewis' hands shoot forward, locking George's hip in an iron grip. His boyfriend moans again, letting his head fall against Lewis' shoulder. "Ah, ah. Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules."

"As long as you touch me," George says from where his head is still pressed against Lewis' neck, he sounds completely breathless already. Lewis smirks against the others' hot skin, inhaling the scent of sun cream and chlorine, mixed with sweat. He has an idea.

"Who said anything about touching," He grins, feeling his boyfriend going rigid in his arms. He uses it to slip his hand under the fabric of the bikini bottoms, his fingers finding George's hole with ease.

"You're so predictable, kitten." Lewis whispers into his ear when one of his fingers easily slips inside, without any resistance from George's body. Of course the other prepped himself. "So desperate for me, aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad, you better start taking it."

Lewis removes his hands from George's hips, crossing them behind his head. He basks in himself in the other's confused expression, taking a deep breath. "Go on or do you think I'll reward you for acting like a brat? If you want to bounce on my dick, you can do it yourself."

Lewis swears he has never seen the other scrambling towards his swimming trunks this quickly.