#also what swimming trunks would they wear or would they just like wear their usual bottoms .......

[oohbuggypie]

daily listen to Like That going on and i just remembered that one part of the music video .. this is soo SodaMacho core if u get it

[wonjns]

a dip — l.cy

⌗ pairing. . . anton lee x male reader

⌗ genre. . . smut

⌗ summary. . . you went with your fuck buddy to the pool… that was your first mistake.

⌗ includes. . . sub!reader, fwb!swimmer!anton, semi-public sex (pls don't esp not this one), unprotected sex (also don't),

⌗ wc. 2.5k

°A/N. . . sorta requested but also not really,, also not proofread nor very pretty or as descriptive as i like to be im so sorry this is just what you get when im horny bc these pictures ruined my life

you knew much better than to agree to joining anton lee at the pool of all places.

being a lifetime friend (occasionally with benefits) of his, you knew the swimmer could spend hours upon hours at the pool and not feel an ounce of exhaustion. he'd often convince you to stay long after you finished swimming yourself, just to wait for him to complete his cool down routine before driving you home.

the worst thing of all, though, was that you were constantly reminded just how much he had hidden underneath those oversized sweaters and jeans that he always wore. behind that whole shy boy aesthetic he had going on, was the physique of what you could only compare to a greek god, and even he knew it.

you never got used to it - seeing anton's chiseled body exposed in the aquatic habitat that felt like a second home to him. no matter how sweet his smile or how loud his laugh, nothing could distract you from drooling over a body like that cutting through the water with such ease. it was even worse because the sweet boy knew exactly what he did to you.

he tried to cut you some slack, though, respecting your effort to seem unbothered every time he'd peel his layers of clothing off before jumping into the pool, wearing nothing but his tight blue swim trunks that suffocated his muscular thighs.

one time he even pretended not to notice how you were so worked up that you had to go not-so-subtly get yourself off in the community bathroom.

in your defense, it was a heated indoor pool, and at the time he had completely annihilated you in a race. that proud smirk paired with the steam rising from his rippling back muscles had you biting back moans from the sight alone.

so naturally, it was to no one's surprise once things turned physical between you both.

the adrenaline that swimming gave anton put him on cloud nine, and being the stubborn ass that you were, you were determined to somehow beat this pro swimmer in a race - only for it to end with you losing miserably and somehow hornier than when you started. things would always end one way or another, a taunting comment directed at you leading to his bare back pressed against the cool tile walls of the changing room while you yanked his shorts low enough to take his throbbing cock into your mouth.

but today you were going to be good.

you hadn't hooked up with anton for a while, and were truly only tagging along because he needed a friend to time his laps for the upcoming season.

however, it'd be a lie to say you didn't have to give yourself a prep talk as you set your things down on the pool chairs, noticing nobody was there tonight. it was business as usual, though. anton always convinced the coach to let him have later access while the rest of the team went home so he could focus. you just found it harder to control yourself around him when left alone like this, but tonight you had a new type of dedication to simply swim, help your friend, and go home.

besides, why would it be so difficult for you to keep it in your pants for just one night?

‘oh, thats why.’ you groaned internally as you watched anton strip his shirt from over his head.

fuck, had he been bulking up?

you pretend not to notice how his biceps flex as he runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair while you stripped down to your swim trunks as well. god, his skin was practically glowing even from the dingy indoor lighting.

your head whipped around back towards his direction when you heard a low hiss, watching his face scrunch slightly as he stepped down the pool's ladder. your dick twitched a bit at the sight of his furrowing brows and low groan as he sunk deeper into the water, but you mentally slapped yourself back to reality.

"what's with you?" you questioned approaching the steps, getting ready to enter as well.

"i forgot to remind coach to turn the heaters on tonight," he responded. "shit, its freezing."

you thought he was being dramatic, but the chilly water indeed bit back when you lowered your ankles in. you decided against submerging for now, simply swirling your legs in circles while you spun anton's stopwatch in your hand.

anton began a quick warm up, stretching and dunking himself under water several times and adjusting quickly to the temperature. his wet hair splaying out around his face made him even more gorgeous than he already was, and you felt your cheeks gain a sickening warmth.

"alright bro, let's get started." you cleared your throat, speaking up to hurry the process along before your resolve crumbled.

"sure, bro." he mocked before sending a wink your way. shit, he was already on to you.

anton held eye contact with you as he hoisted himself out of the water to walk over to the swim lanes, causing your breath to silently falter. your instincts made you the first to break contact though, as your eyes followed the droplets that slid down his broad chest. they each trailed down past his perked nipples, over his abs that you could never steal long enough glances at, and eventually disappear into his waistband before leading to — that.

to say the least, anton was generously endowed when it came to the size in the south. the ‘quiet man with a fat cock’ stereotype was only proven true with him, if the way you struggled to fit all of him in your mouth was anything to go by.

anytime anton wore those small trunks or, god forbid, the uniform speedo during his meets - it was impossible to tear your eyes away from how the soaking cloth material clung around his massive length when he emerged from the water.

and boy was he massive. that was a fact you could never forget but somehow still surprised you each time to this day.

you were such a pervert. and he loved it so much.

only 30 minutes into his laps you found yourself desperately missing the shy boy act that he would put on for every body else. once he was in athlete mode, the confidence in his demeanor made your self control fly out the window. it didn't make sense how someone as massive as him could practically fly through the water, flexing every inch of his muscle like it was nothing.

it forced you to reminisce on how he was in bed, constantly taking you with his immense stamina. he could toss and turn you in any way at any given pace, making you see stars like it was nothing — even when you were the one to start things, he made sure to finish them. you remembered the way his biceps would tighten and ripple in your grasp, holding on for dear life as you begged for him to thrust into you harder or squeeze you tighter. you missed the sore feeling those big hands of his would leave on your hips and thighs.

get it together, y/n.

if you had a dollar for every time you had to yank yourself out of the gutter in just the span of one hour, you'd be rich enough to drop out of school entirely.

you had allowed yourself to sit calf-deep in the water at the end of the racing lane, but it wasn't until he reached you after knocking out 3 laps in a row that you regretted your decision. he emerged from the water with a big splash, throwing his head back and letting out the most erotic sigh you could imagine as he finally let air reach his lungs.

a lump formed in your throat, watching anton's buff chest rise and fall in tune with his breaths while both long arms gripped the edge of the pool on either side of your legs.

"what was my time for those?" the swimmer finally asked you once he had stabilized his breathing.

"oh! right, uhm...." you snap out of your trance, gut dropping when you looked down to the stop watching still ticking in your hand.

"you forgot to stop it, didn't you?" anton asked, a tone of more amusement rather than annoyance seeping through his smirk. "don't tell me you got distracted?"

"fuck, i'm sorry." you groaned, annoyed with your own sexual frustration overtaking your ability to play it cool.

"it's fine." anton shrugged, pulling his body out of the water and plopping on to the ledge next you, making you flinch as copious amounts of water splashed around the concrete. "just let me fuck you."

your eyes widened, damn near choking on the breath you gasped in. when you looked up to see his mischievous eyes, you swore you felt him leaning closer.

"what the fuck, ton?" you exhaled, slightly punching his arm, savoring the split second of contact you made with his warm skin.

"god, its been like a month, y/n. i can't focus on conditioning and you can't even click a button for me, clearly." anton chuckled. "lets just do it so i can have a good season. you know you’re my charm.” he teased, gently nudging you back with his elbow.

you couldn't believe the causality he was saying all of this with. but he did always call you his good luck charm, somehow managing to break his own personal record anytime you'd let him hit the night before or suck you off right before a meet, swallowing your cum like it was his own lewd type of protein shake.

it would also be a lie to an insane degree to say you didn't miss the way his soft skin felt gliding along yours whenever he would grind into you, his huge hands giving you a sense of stability in the way he would hold you down.

anton could tell from the way you were shamelessly biting your lip that you were thinking about it. he took the initiative to push your shoulders down until your back was flat against the concrete.

he had barely let you utter out a desperate "okay" before he was rolling over on top of you, not hesitating for a second to drop his hips directly over yours so you could feel how hard his thick bulge had already gotten. you moaned aloud, hips immediately bucking up to meet his as he lowered his head to your neck, feathering wet kisses along your column.

the water dripping from his body was cold, but the warmth of his torso easily overcame it all when you needily reached out to pull the entirety of his weight onto you. you didn't realize how much you missed the rippling of his shoulder blades beneath your palms until you felt his body rolling in perfect tune with yours. you ran your shaky hands all over his chiseled back as you felt his hardened nipples brush against yours, and while you hopelessly wanted more you also didn't want this feeling to end.

you felt a little pitiful, just sitting there allowing yourself to moan in pure bliss as your wet bodies press into each other, gripping anton's wide shoulders as his kisses picked up in heat. he was sucking hickeys into the sweet spot of your neck while his swim trunks tightened more and more as he humped against you, making you dizzier by the second.

"you sound so fucking hot whimpering for me like that." he moaned, licking a long trail up your neck to your jaw.

you didn't have any time to respond before he was pulling you into a searing kiss, his plump lips sloppily devouring yours while groaning into your mouth. you remembered how much you loved the way he tasted, and silently cursed at yourself for going this long without him.

when your lungs began needing air, you broke apart to moan out his name, just for him to grab your jaw and bring you back in for an even more overwhelming kiss. he was taking over every sense you had, filling your entire consciousness with nothing but thoughts of him. your hips bucked up incessantly, your body begging for him since your mouth couldn’t.

the hard concrete beneath you was starting to cause your limbs to ache as anton's mass pressed deeper into you, and he seemed to have read your mind, because before you knew it he was lifting himself up and dragging you into the water.

your mind was much too hazy to even register the vast difference in temperature, especially when you were clinging to anton like you needed him to breathe. it was as if something had taken over you and put you in the passenger seat of your own movements - all you could feel yourself doing was mumbling endless pleas for him to fuck you before pulling him in to reconnect your lips.

you could feel anton's shit eating grin against your lips as he backed you up against the ledge, slightly lifting his leg against the pool wall in order to guide you grinding your clothed cock against his thigh. he took advantage of your loud moan to suck on your tongue, loving the way your fingers curled into his wet hair.

there was only so much you could handle before you were reaching below the water to pull your own swim trunks off, deciding that if anton didn't fuck you right then you might actually explode. anton helped you discard the shorts and send them flying somewhere atop of the water. the second you were free, you felt your cock on his abs, causing your hips to take action and grind against the muscle before you could even think about what you were doing.

some combined variant of a choked laugh and moan left anton’s throat as he watched you throw your head back, obsessed with the way you were using his body to chase the pleasure you craved. he decided that he had his fun, slipping free from his trunks as well and lining himself up against you.

"deep breaths, baby." anton whispered, trying to sound confident but the words coming out as a tremble. you would normally laugh at how it almost sounded like he were advising himself, but you were too far gone.

when he finally bottomed out in you, his size and the pressure of the water had your mind in a different realm. you clung to anton's round shoulders as he held you securely, giving you time to adjust after not having him in you for a month.

"this little ass still so tight and ready for me, i knew you missed me." he sighed out, giving you small experimenting rolls of his hips.

when you gripped him tighter and started fucking yourself on his cock, he knew he was in the clear to send you to oblivion, and thats exactly what he did.

between the desperation in anton’s thrusting and the feeling of your member rubbing along his built torso, it didn't take much for either of you to approach your highs rapidly. you were soon announcing them to each other while you clung your slippery bodies tight together, the once still water around you turning into nothing less of a tsunami.

"'m cumming, ton." you cried out, just for him to groan deeply in agreement.

he held the back of your neck, pushing your head down to make eye contact with him as you both reached your climaxes at the same time, an oddly intimate feeling settling over you in the moment and making your skin buzz.

panting against each other's faces, anton leaned in to claim your lips once more before you were both giggling like a couple of fools, padding your hands around the water as you brought yourselves down to earth.

it took a couple of moments for you to gasp horrendously at the realization of what you both just did, looking to anton with so much terror etched in your eyebrows that he couldn't help but laugh.

"did we just- the school's pool- we-" you sputtered aimlessly, only stopping once anton's hand emerged from the water to cover your mouth.

"don't worry about it, coach will handle it. he won't mind, because after that i'm about to bring this school three new medals."

© 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐧𝐬 — all rights reserved

[romanticinlove]

So American

Summary: celebrating the 4th of July with Jude for the first time

Jude Bellingham x American!Reader

a/n: Happy 4th of July! (RAHHHH)

Word Count: 1.2K

_________________________________________

Living in the UK for the past couple of years had proven to be an amazing decision. Not only because you were able to take your dream job, but also because you met Jude Bellingham. You and him had been dating since you originally met his mother, who set the two of you up. You loved spending time with him and you loved getting to know him. He also loved everything about you. He loved your sense of humor, your smile, your beauty but most importantly he loved your accent. Because you came from the US, you had an American accent. He loved hearing you talk and hearing how you would say things so differently. Usually, people would describe him as a talkative guy, but with you, he was all ears.

He would often ask you things like:

"Are the portion sizes really that big in America?"

or

"What's your guys' obsession with ice in drinks"

or your personal favorite

"Why do you guys do a British accent for no reason?"

You had no problem answering all his questions because you loved how curious he was. You also asked your fair share of questions, but Jude seemed to have a never-ending list of questions for you. Since moving to the UK, you had only been back to visit your family in the US a couple of times. You were feeling homesick again and decided to try and plan a trip to go back home. In fact, you decided that you would go home for the upcoming holiday. You originally thought to go alone, but you had an amazing idea. It would be great for Jude to see American culture up close, since he was always so curious. And what better day to bring him, than the 4th of July. You decided to buy the tickets and surprise him later that night.

When Jude arrived to your apartment that night for dinner, you both ate and then you decided to share your surprise.

"Ok, I may have bought something for us" You stated when you were both cleaning up after your meal.

"Oh? sounds awfully suspicious. Did you get a dog?" Jude asked excitedly. You tilted your head in confusion

"what? No, I did not get a dog, this surprise is a little bit bigger"

"hmm, ok what is it then?"

"Ok I got us plane tickets to go on a trip to the US!" You told him. His eyes lit up with excitement again and you were happy that it made him happy.

The next couple of weeks leading up to your trip, you were secretly planning everything you guys would do together. You didn't want him to know anything just yet. The flight went smoothly and you both got the US safe and sound. You decided to stay in a hotel to further keep things a secret. Your first two days were spent going out to eat at new places, sight seeing and seeing around. On the 4th, You met up with your family and spent the day at the lake, it was a tradition. You and Jude got in the water and were playing volleyball with some of your family and friends from home. The plan was to spend all day at the lake, have a barbecue back at your parents house and watch the fireworks at a nearby park.

"Wow I can tell that you guys take this holiday very seriously" Jude said. You had both seen a guy on a jetski wearing swim trunks with the American flag on them while also being surrounded by more flags that were attached to the jetski.

"Oh yeah, this is the biggest day of the year around these parts" You told him as you both decided to go back and eat some snacks and relax for a bit. Since you got the US, Jude was non-stop. If you thought he asked a lot of questions before, now it was every second.

"Should I even be celebrating this holiday with you? I feel like i'm the enemy on this day" Jude told you when you were explaining more about the holiday to him.

"no you're not the enemy, you are not the British monarchy. You just have that adorable accent" You said to him. He smiled and continued to ask more questions.

Later than night when you were all back at your parents house, you had had enough food to feed a village and you were completely full, well you thought. When your mom turned on the fire pit in your backyard, and brought out things for s'mores, you forgot all about your full stomach.

"Oh Jude c'mon, you have to get a s'more" You said while dragging him to the fire.

"More? more what? I think I've tried everything" Jude stated confused.

"No a s'more, it's a dessert"

"Oh ok, where is it?" Jude asked

"You have to make your own silly, I'll teach you" You spoke too soon. Jude ended up burning all his marshmallows and you ended up having to make one for him. At first we was questioning this particular food. He thought it would be too sweet and that he wouldn't like it. He was right in that it was very sweet, but he did really like it. He had one more, but no matter how many more he wanted to get, his stomach wouldn't let him. The sun was going to be setting soon so your family decided it was time to head over to the nearby park.

"Where is everyone going? I thought there were fireworks" Jude asked very confused and a bit disappointed that maybe he wouldn't be able to see them.

"There are! we are going to go see the right now." You explained as you and him got up, picked up one of the many outdoor blankets in your house and began to walk. There was a park near your house that would always display such a nice firework show. When you arrived at the park, you sat on your blankets in the grass and waited for the show to start. When the sun was down, and the sky was officially dark, the show started. the first firework went off suddenly and it startled Jude. He went to grab your arm and you rubbed his arm in comfort. As the rest of the fireworks went off, you looked over at Jude. He was looking at all the fireworks in complete awe, he had seen fireworks before, but they were smaller ones. He was very happy that he was able to experience this with you. As you were watching the fireworks, he kissed your forehead and continued watching them.

Later that night when you both got back to the hotel and were ready for bed, you began to ask him about his day.

"So, final thoughts on today?" You asked him as you got into bed next to him.

"I now understand why Americans are so proud. I mean that was crazy. All of today was insane, I had so much fun, Thank you for bringing me here today." Jude told you.

"of course, I love sharing things with you, besides, you love American culture, how could I not bring you?"

"Well I wouldn't say I love American culture"

"what are you talking about? You're always asking me about it?"

"yeah, because I love you, and you just so happen to be American. And because I love your accent"

"aww, I love you too"

When you went to bed that night, you were happy that you went to visit your family and your home again, but you were even happier that Jude was there with you.

_______________________________________

[rafesdrew]

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 so american ·˚ ༘

warnings ! near car crash? few swear words, pogues & kooks are friends! kelce and topper are dicks. um idk what else actually lmk if there’s anything i should add !! could be mistakes it’s too late for this😭

rafe x british!reader AGAIN!

drivin’ on the right-side road

“can i please drive today, rafe!” you excitedly came downstairs wearing your shoes instead of your usual heels, which confused rafe.

“i don’t feel like dying today, angel!” rafe said in the same excited voice, mocking you.

“oh come on! it will be fun, i promise.” you said now feeling him up in order to get your way.

“fine.” he let out in defeat, connecting your lips and handing you his keys.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

“i thought you said this would be fun, y/n?!” rafe said holding onto the door and his seat belt.

“what do you mean? i’m always fu-“

“Y/N YOU’RE ON THE WRONG FUCKING SIDE” rafe screamed cutting you off as a car came, having to turn the wheel towards the correct lane.

“oops?” you let out a laugh at rafe’s terrified face.

“you are never driving again.”

he says i’m pretty wearin’ his clothes

you were getting ready for a beach day with your friends, a weekly occurrence during the summer. you were applying your spf in rafe’s bathroom when he came in grumpily with his bed hair.

“you better get ready before we are late, love.” you laughed at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist nearly falling asleep on your shoulder.

“hmmmm i’m so tired.” he kissed your neck before leaving to his closet.

he came back in 5 minutes later dressed into only swimming trunks and no shirt, but yet holding one.

“you gonna wear this?” he said passing you his white button up shirt for you to wear as a bikini cover knowing that’s what you usually do, still not use to the hot weather after moving.

you immediately put it on after he handed it to you, placing your sunglasses on your head before checking yourself in the mirror for the last time.

“you look so pretty, especially in my clothes. you’re so beautiful angel.” rafe said spinning you around, placing a kiss on your lips.

and he’s got hands that make hell seem cold

watching the sunset on the beach and then spending the rest of your night driving around with your perfect boyfriend in the front seat of his car, listening to the music you wanted, there’s nothing that can make it unenjoyable.

except for when you regret wearing shorts.

rafe noticed the goose bumps on your thighs immediately.

he reached over the middle console and placed his hand on your thigh in an attempt to warm your legs up as well as turning the warm air on.

“how the fuck are your hands so warm?”

feet on the dashboard, he’s like a poem i wish i wrote, i wish i wrote

when he laughs at all my jokes

you, rafe, sarah, topper, kelce, jj and pope were sat at dinner at the country club finishing up on your meal.

“so i got card for the meal and cash for the tip.” you said to the server.

well rafe’s card. he refused to let you use your own.

while the server processed the card, you handed them two twenty dollar bills.

“that’s fake by the way” you laughed while the table including the server just started at you.

well except rafe who was giggling.

and he (she) says i’m so american

“i don’t understand rafe. it’s our language, we are correct, it’s a fucking CRISP.” you and rafe were sat on your bed after just coming home from the store with your snacks.

“angel, it’s a chip.” he said laughing, kissing your temple”

“god rafe, why are you so american.”

oh god, it’s just not fair of him to make me feel this much

you, sarah and kie were in sarah’s living room gossiping about everyone and everything.

“he just makes me so happy, this is seriously the happiest i’ve ever been in my life. baldie really makes me smile” you said laughing and also smiling at the thought of your boyfriend.

rafe stood in the door way of his living room listening to you speak about him with an uncontrollable smile, while also rubbing his head to the use of ‘baldie’.

i’ll go anywhere he goes

“are we going to the party?” you asked rafe needing an answer soon to know if you should start getting ready or not.

“up to you.” he said unbothered, despite it being his best friends party. “i’ll go anywhere you go.” he added.

and he says i’m so american

oh god i’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up

you were laying in bed from your uncontrollable period pain, nothing was working!

when you had to cancel plans on rafe, he was so worried.

he ran to the store immediately, texting sarah and asking her for help.

he chose chocolate, tampons, ice cream, crisps!!!! (chips) and also got you takeout.

when he came into your room holding the goods with a huge smile on his face, you took one look at him before crying.

he placed the things on the floor and immediately rushed over to you.

“what’s wrong baby, is it me?”

hearing him say that made you cry even more.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ marry you, if you keep this up.”

i might just be in lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-love

you were sat at the beach having a picnic that rafe so kindly set up after you mentioned it one time weeks ago.

you watched him stare out at the sea infront of you, looking so peaceful.

“i think im in love with you.” you said out of no where, even shocking yourself.

“what?”

“what?”

god i’m so boring and i’m so rude

“rafe why don’t you come to a party get high, get bitc-“

“don’t finish that sentence, you know i’m with y/n.” rafe said cutting topper off angrily.

“but she’s so boring!” topped exclaimed.

“and she’s rude, all she ever does is swear.”

“i don’t give a fuck. stop speaking about her, the both of you. don’t even look at her again.” rafe said before storming off.

can’t have a conversation if it’s not all about you

“and so like the other day rafe and i, we we-“

“y/n. we have been at this table for two hours, you’ve ate nothing and just talked about rafe.” your mother cut you off leaving you with a frown on your face.

the way you dress and the books you read

you walked into rafe’s backyard to see him laying on a sun lounger, book in hand as he focuses on the words.

he’s wearing a blue and white stripped button up shirt and navy shorts. he smiles as he looks up and stares at you, as you make your way over.

you gave him a big smile and straddled his lap, putting his book mark into his page dropping his book onto the floor.

“my god you look so good.” you said kissing him hard.

i really love my bed, but, man, it’s hard to sleep when he’s with me

after spending what felt like a month in rafe’s house, you both decided to go to your house, and you couldn’t lie, you were excited to get to your own bed.

that night rafe had took all the blanket from you causing you to freeze and unable to sleep.

“rafe i am gonna kill you, please give me blanket.” you said to basically yourself as he spread out, snoring annoyingly and taking even more of the blanket.

[verysium]

need more of your sae for scientific reasons. very important

here you go lovely:

sae has zero taste in fashion unfortunately. if it covers his body and does not get in the way of football, then it works for him. that's also the reason why he accepts christmas sweaters with the most atrocious color combinations. he genuinely doesn't know that they're ugly (and also doesn't want to upset his mother and elderly aunties.) still has a pair of bright turquoise swim trunks from when he was a preteen with "i ♡ seagulls" printed all over them. he never threw them out and still wears them on summer trips. did not understand why half the beachgoers were side-eyeing him.

sae cannot comprehend internet slang. if you send him any acronym, he will read it out loud in the literal sense. would flick you on the forehead if you said he was becoming too millennial. he was born in the 2000s but cannot relate to anyone in the same generation.

sae would adopt a cat, but it would be a reverse adoption. the cat would choose him and not the other way around. he would not bother with it other than the required feeding and grooming. tried to play with it once, but it hissed and scratched at him. both of them just exist simultaneously in the same residence. sometimes the kitty jumps on his bed at midnight in order to cuddle. he would also name it something like "neko" or "el gato" or literally "the cat" because he is so unoriginal.

sae gives himself the whole patrick bateman monologue every morning when he does his skincare routine. he peels his face mask off in slow motion too. when you pointed out the similarities, he got mildly upset because he does not like being compared to anyone.

sae secretly hates the fact that rin is taller than him. he thinks about it a lot when he sees the family photos. sometimes wishes he grew just a little more during puberty. that way he would be taller than 180 cm.

sae cannot sing for the life of him. but if you are sick or having nightmares, he will hum you the lullaby his mother used to sing for him. gets shy when you compliment his voice, but his emotions do not manifest physically on his facial features. sometimes when he thinks you're finally asleep in his lap, he will brush your hair back and kiss your forehead.

sae sometimes feels a stirring in his chest whenever he spots a child in the park or an old couple on the benches near the boardwalk. he left for spain at a young age, so he inevitably gets the feeling that his childhood was stolen from him. if he ever matured to the point where he could see beyond his own ambitions, he would want to start a family.

sae loves it when he comes home from practice and sees you dancing around in the kitchen. he will watch silently as you prance around with a spatula and belt out the lyrics. sometimes he just wants to capture the moment and tuck it into his breast pocket and treasure it forever.

sae feels touched when you actually listen to what he says. because he is a man of few words, he usually has to be the one who listens, digests information, and offers sound advice. however, if you grant him the time of day to hear him out or gift him something that he once mentioned off-hand, he will feel strange tingles of the emotion he tries so desperately to deny.

sae is a skeptic. no scam, ploy, or false pretense will ever make it past him. he despises people-pleasers and does not understand why he has to conform to other people's standards. will not trust news outlets unless he personally was there as an eyewitness account or there is sufficient research backing up the claims.

sae is rather extreme when it comes to getting hurt. it is all or nothing with him. if he feels like you somehow penetrated through his walls and hurt him even in the slightest way, he will make the situation worse by hurting you back tenfold. usually he tries to justify pushing you away, and that just ends up driving him even further from you. tbh he really needs to work on his communication skills. rather than shutting down after an issue arises, he has to learn to put his own opinions aside and hear out the other party.

sae gets bored easily, but he is hesitant to try out new things in fear of not being immediately good at them. as the eldest child of his family and a hailed prodigy in his nation, there is the expectation that he must naturally excel at everything to set a good example. football is where he first found his talent and where he feels the most comfortable even if it isn't as inspiring and exciting as it once was. unfortunately, it leads to the onset of burnt-out-gifted-kid syndrome. that's also why he is seeking out a strong striker who can meet his demands and generate the impossible plays he is looking for. essentially sae needs someone to rekindle his original love for the sport.

sae gets defensive when he lets other people down, except this isn't immediately apparent. usually you would have to read between the lines with him. he bases his self-worth off both his own ambitions and the people close to him. if he disappoints someone important to him, he will be stuck in this sinkhole of internal turmoil. that's also why he lashes out at rin when rin reminds him of their shared dream he gave up on. he doesn't like his mistakes being pointed out, much less when his stoic image crumbles. he might also push you away and try to convince himself that you aren't worth that much to him in order to lessen his guilt.

sae needs someone highly intuitive and patient in his life. you need to be able to understand his emotions intrinsically because even he cannot grasp his own feelings. you also need to teach him how to connect himself with the outside world. because sae has primarily fended for himself ever since he was born, you have to convince him that it is okay to rely on others. his mentality is that if he reaches the top, no one will be able to touch him, much less hurt him. however, he sometimes fails to see how that simultaneously isolates himself from others.

sae is relatively straightforward when it comes to getting what he wants. if he somehow miraculously realizes and comes to terms with the fact that he loves you, he will confess it directly to your face. "date me or don't." it's not even a question. it's a factual statement.

sae is not as emotionally mature as the rest of the fandom makes him out to be. just because he does not show emotions in a traditional sense doesn't mean he necessarily has better control or understanding over them. for example, he gets jealous but would not know that the emotion he is feeling is actually called jealousy. rather than tease him about it, i think he would sincerely appreciate if you reassured him both verbally and physically through your actions. he is a man who relies on substance, so you need to prove that you'll be the one who stays with him through thick and thin.

sae oscillates between caring too little about others and caring too much. on one hand, he is more than willing to drop someone or something if his end goal has already been met. the ends always justify the means in his mind. however, he also feels doubt and uncertainty at times. like rin said, he hates losing. he objects to the blue lock program at first largely because he doesn't like the idea of a newcomer. he's already written off japan as a substandard country for football, so the idea of it being changed essentially challenges him directly. but again, this is a delicate line of balance. he is alright when it comes to being challenged mentally in football and seeking out a creative out-of-box solution. for instance, he is more than willing to accept rin's progress, shidou's unpredictability, and isagi's breakthrough talent. however, he is not okay with having his preconceptions destroyed as evidenced by his disillusionment in spain.

sae and ego would actually get along pretty well because they both have this one-track mind when it comes to football. players are reduced to numbers and metrics, and everything is evaluated as an advantage or disadvantage. ego is also ruthless when it comes to the elimination of the weak, and sae wouldn't disagree with that.

sae sometimes wakes up on the weekends and sees you in his bed, the sunlight raining down on your face. it is in this sort of domesticity that he wonders what life would be like if he wasn't a football prodigy. he craves normality not in the sense that he wants to be like everyone else but rather the idea that he needs to feel some sort of attachment or sense of belonging between you two. he could care less about the rest of the world but so long as you accept him, he would feel validated.

sae gives you free reign over his heart when he finally gives out and you're still there to pick him up. in his mind, he is worth nothing if he fails. if you're still there to reassure him and put him back together, he will first look at you like you're stupid for even wanting to stay with him. but once he realizes you stay only because you love him, you have his unconditional commitment. he would put a ring on your finger right then and there.

lmao that was long but that concludes my psychoanalysis on sae. hope that cures your insatiable need.

[klausysworld]

🏖️ w klaus?

Much needed Vacation

Klaus loves to travel and after a thousand years of being on edge he was more than happy to relax for a while.

Since unlocking his werewolf side he was able to feel temperatures more, he would wear thicker clothes and added layers in the winter and had the desire to go shirtless everywhere in the summer. Not that I'm complaining but his siblings weren't the most fond.

Hope also found that she enjoyed the heat and so when I mentioned the idea of a vacation, the Mikaelsons were very excited. It was rare that the siblings were able to actually enjoy their luxuries but for the past for months everything had been lovely and calm and there was no sign of any threat for the near future.

So we flew first class, hired out a villa and claimed our rooms. Klaus had grabbed my hand and sped us to the biggest suit, bringing our bags and dropping onto the humongous bed with a pleased sigh.

I smiled and shut the door before opening our cases and beginning to put all our clothes on hangers and into the wardrobe. I could hear Klaus removing his clothes and pulling something else on, probably his swim trunks because Hope had been begging for them to go in the pool as soon as they arrived. I put our little wash bags into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom to see Klaus in his navy swim shorts and his wolf tooth necklace.

"You gonna go to the pool or the beach?" I asked as I sat beside him and traces my fingertips against the bare skin of his shoulders

"Pool, it's only the first day, I don't want sand to appear in all of my clothes for the next two weeks" he joked and I smiled widely. He just gazed at me for a moment before glancing to my shorts and t-shirt "are you coming?" he questioned with a tilt of his head

"Not today, it's already getting late and we agreed to cook the first night and to go out for food tomorrow. Elijah said he'd help." I explained and he hummed

"We can always go out for food, today, tomorrow, the whole holiday if you like. Don't stress about house tasks, just come relax, this was all your idea" he stood and tugged me by the wrist to stand which I did and I wrapped my arms around his neck

"I'm not stressing, I just want everything to go well. Besides if we eat out every day then it loses what makes it exciting" I reminded and he pouted

"Or it makes when you cook more special?" he offered and I gave him a look resulting in a sigh and a 'fine' before he gave me a kiss and disappeared out to the pool with Hope, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Freya whilst Elijah, Hayley, Davina and I were inside preparing food and inspecting the villa.

The first week consisted of nothing but the pool, snacks and sunbathing. The second week we began doing activities and taking day trips either all together or in groups or couples, plus Hope of course depending on who she wanted to spend the day with.

More often than not it was Klaus and I and whilst it was really sweet and we all had fun, I could see Klaus getting frustrated. We hadn't been intimate the entire vacation so far because someone was always awake during the night due to the heat and usually it was Hope. None of the walls were sound proof and the doors didn't have locks. Although Klaus was willing to risk it, I didn't want to traumatise Hope on her first family holiday.

But I knew he would burst soon. His hard non was permanent and he would press it against me at every possible opportunity, whispering dirty words or quietly begging for me to touch him. Klaus always went one way or the other when he got needy, either he got overly dominant or very submissive. I think this time, because the environment was to calm and everyone was happy, he became more subby and whiny for one-on-one attention rather then when he's agitated all the time and unable to grasp his emotions.

So I decided to check out the beach, people seemed to clear off in early evening for food and the entertainment facilities nearby so I planned to bring Klaus down around then.

I set up a blanket so we didn't have to sit on the burning hot sand and put a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice before going to get Klaus. I dragged him out with the promise of a surprise.

"Trust me okay? You'll like it" I told him as he huffed and puffed about wanting to know before we got there.

By the time we got there the sun was starting to set but the air remained hot, I lead him across the sand to the place I'd set up. His expression seemingly softened and a smile pulled at his pretty pink lips.

I pulled him down onto the blanket and kicked my sandals off. I lifted my dress off and put it on the edge of the blanket so that I was in only my bikini. I looked back to him to see him throwing his shirt away toward the sea and then his shorts so he was left in his briefs. I let out a short laugh and got onto my hands and knees, crawling on top of him and pressing him down by his chest.

His lips were on mine in a second though his kisses were much softer and more passionate than I expected if I were honest. His arms slid round my waist and his mouth opened as though begging for my tongue inside. I obliged of course and deepened the kiss, my knees squeezed his sides gently and my hands stroked at the stubble along the top of his neck and jaw to his face. I sucked gently at his tongue to make his groan. His hands wondered to untie the string keeping my breasts in place, the bikini top fell into him and then his hands moved to my bottoms. He tossed them away and whined into my mouth as he pressed his clothed dick between my legs.

I pressed my mouth firmly to his for a moment before pulling back to look between us and pull his briefs off his legs and to the sand. His hands were already pulling me back down via the back of my neck making me breath out a laugh and kiss at his lips until they were swollen and parted.

My hand stroked the length of his cock a few times to make sure he was ready but it was pretty obvious by now that he was more than ready.

I guided him inside me easily, letting out a relieved moan as he filled me inch by inch. He groaned and rocked his hips gently, his eyes closed and head falling back so our lips detached. I let out a hot breath and pressed against his chest, lifting myself up and bouncing slowly on his lap. I could see the sun starting to hide behind the softly crashing waves and the warm breeze skimmed over the both of us while we moved as one.

I could feel him pulsate inside me as his lashes fluttered against the apples of his cheeks and his swelled lips stayed parted to let out broken breaths of air. I tightened around him every few thrusts to watch his brows pull together. I smiled a lazy seeming smile as I rubbed my thumb in little circles on his sweat glazed chest.

"See? Told you...you'd...like it" I murmured breathlessly and he let out a chuckle and thrusted his hips up.

"mm love it" He whined and I grinned, moving a little faster so that my lower tummy began to twist pleasantly. His hands pulled at my hips to angle them differently, this position caused his tip to brush my spot and my hips to stutter before moving with more need.

He grunted and let out mumbled moans as he moved with more force. My hand fell forward to his side, landing in the sand instead of the blanket making me groan but clutch at the surface regardless. I could feel each grain brush between my fingers as the soft smack of his balls against my filled the air between our mix of panting.

I groaned when I felt my clit tingle and crave for attention. I dropped my spared hand down to where I needed and put my fingertips to use. I felt myself flutter around him and in response heard him let out a low moan. He squeezed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled when he pushed me into the sand, it all sticking to the pair of us.

"we'll sort it later" he muttered as he thrust his hips with more control and power. His pace quickened and his grip on my hips tightened as did I.

"Oh god" I whispered with a whimper. His face dropped to the side of my face, his soft lips pressing light kisses against my cheek and neck as I felt myself flood with warmth. I kept sliding my fingers over my clit, faster and faster until I felt that I couldn't stop. My sounds became a blur along with my vision as I listened to his encouraging whispers to let go.

"Fuck Nik, please-" I whined and he kissed my lips harshly. I let out a series of gasps when I felt him slam into my spot repeatedly, the heat from the air, the sand and our bodies all seemed to merge as I felt that powerful sensation rush through me and down my thighs as I let out a surprisingly loud cry of pleasure.

My hand slid out against the sand as my body went limp, legs falling to my sides and my face pressed into his chest. His breathing was heavy as thick ropes of cum shot into me without warning. My eyes were closed and I groaned slowly, my thighs trembled gently for a moment before I relaxed fully beneath him.

I could feel his warm hands cup my face and I slowly opened my eyes, smiling up at him as he kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you” I whispered and he chuckled softly

“It was your gift sweetheart, I should be thanking you” he corrected but I shook my head

“You did more” I whispered as he moves his hands under my back and lifted me up making me huff when sand fell from my hair.

“I really didn’t love but it’s sweet that you think so” he teased and I rolled my eyes

“Doesn’t matter” I mumbled and he smiled, holding me close making me wrap my arms around him.

We stayed on the beach for a while, trying to get as much sand off me as possible before getting up and trying to find out clothes.

Eventually we got back to the villa, everyone was in the pool and our food was sat waiting on the side making me smile as we took our plates to our room.

The rest of the week went perfectly and once we returned home we lasted another 3 full days before a major argument broke out and the longing for a holiday was back.

[normspellsman]

what sports i think the metkayina trio + spider would play modern au headcanons!

second part to what sports i think the sully children play!

slowly but surely trying to get thru this writer block & hiatus 🤞🏽

ao’nung

swimming and/or water polo

— he probably just naturally has a build built for water sports so he excels in it & is super cocky about it too (#blessedgenes)

— was defeated not given the choice on which sport he’d play when he was younger. both of his parents probably did either sport so they’d want him to also do it as well. or they at least wanted him to do one

— i don’t see him being the team captain but he’d def be co-captain or an alternate. he loves the sport don’t get him wrong but not to the extent where he’d be team captain. he already has enough pressure to perform well & doesn’t need that kind of title placed on him

— def see him being a butterflyer or a backstroker. like he much rather do those strokes in a swim meet than the other two

— is 100% the type of kid to have “eat my bubbles!” sharpied onto his arm or lower back during meets. probably begged his mom to write it on there too 😭

— also has to have the order of his races written on his arm so he doesn’t forget the order & where he’s supposed to go

— sees no point in wearing a swim cap

— always challenged himself by trying to score a point higher from his last game in water polo or get a better time in whatever stroke for swimming. he’d make sure to ask his parents to like reward him or something so he’d have the drive to do it. but even then, he’s still able to do it without the prize

— wears sandals everywhere. period. no arguments.a

— has such a bad swim trunk tan line. he really tries to get it even in the summer or during swimming season by wearing speedos lol

tsireya

volleyball (indoor, sand, + grass)

— girl is graceful asf on the court

— position would probably be setter or outside i feel like. she might not have the height for it but def has the hops. like a secret weapon of sorts. you’d never expect it

— is 100% the team captain

— she is so supportive of her team & always makes sure that one of her teammates is not stuck in their head or blaming themselves for a bad play

— i can see her number either being 1 or some random ass number, like 49 or 27

— always has the best hair-dos on the court. she seriously goes all out

— def the designated braider of the team so she has to make sure her girls are looking fresh asf on the court too 🫶🏼

— very humble about her accomplishments & wins. she very much believes that an individual does not win a game, a team does so all of that congratulations should be projected to the team rather than on an individual level

— probably has this pregame ritual where she gets there super early to get used to the size of the gym/court. peppers by herself & gets into the zone 100%

— does volleyball literally all year around. so she’ll do school & club for indoor, sand in the summer, & grass for fun. it’s her whole life tbh

— ronal is 100% the team mom. no questions asked

swimming

— i can also see her doing swim, but like only for a club during the summer when she doesn’t have anything for volleyball

— her & ao’nung are the best sibling duo in this sport 100%. they’re always paired up for a medley relays

— she likes free style more than the other strokes so that’s her main event during meets usually

— isn’t as passionate about it as her parents or brother. would much rather do & play volleyball than swim

— is also the kid to have “eat my bubbles!” written somewhere on there body lol

rotxo

soccer

— i can def see him playing soccer & being like a striker or a forward

— is def the one that annoys the coach to no end & ends up causing the team to run laps bc of it. sometimes it’s totally not intentional. it just happens lol

— team clown 100%

— he doesn’t really score a lot of goals but he does assist his teammates in their scoring. has the most assists on his team (idk if that’s a thing in soccer)

— has the most weirdest celebrations ever whenever he does manage to score

— been playing since he could walk fr

— jersey number is probably something like 14 or a random even number. bro likes even numbers for some reason

— is a really versatile player & if need be, can play goalie or be a defender if a player is out sick or injured

— def plays for his school & local town club

baseball

— can def see rotxo playing this as well

— most definitely a catcher (idk why but i just see it)

— probably only got into it to work on his soccer skills somehow or to work on his eye & hand coordination since he’s quite good with his feet & eyes

— only plays for his school since soccer usually takes up most of his free time

— lowkey has a wicked curveball

— he likes the catcher uniform bc it looks like he’s an autobot from transformers lol

— surprisingly somehow became captain & doesn’t know what to do with that title most times

— really good at determining calls for the pitcher & suggesting what they should throw next

spider

hockey

— no one would expect someone like spider to play this sport so everyone’s shocked when he says what sport he plays

— probably a defenseman & has the most penalties on his team lol

— ^ will literally fight everyone on the ice if need be. he plays dirty & truly doesn’t give a single fuck

— not a team captain but probably one of the alternatives. he’s more on the silent side regarding his “captaincy” but has the ability to talk his teammates up when they aren’t playing very well. bro has a way with words fr

— a lot of people think he’s a playboy hockey player but that’s FAR from the truth. he barely has enough confidence to talk to a girl on & off the ice. poor boy just shuts down

— since he’s like 6’0+, his build is really intimidating & he uses it to his advantage. def slams others into the boards as hard as he can when they’re down however many points. like, just imagine a 6’0+ dude like spider skating down the ice at literal lightning speed to slam you into the boards. i’d be shitting my pants fr

— started playing at the age of like 4 or 5 probably

— he loves skating so much that he goes to the rink or puts on rollerblades & just skates around to calm down or let out some steam. it’s really his outlet

— his number is most definitely 69 or 96. some funny shit like that

— will also defend his teammates with his life on the ice if someone were to fuck with them. that’s his family. he’d do anything for them

— ^ especially their goalie. bro is only gentle with their goalie & if anyone fucks with them, you best expect his gloves to be thrown & knuckles bloody from how hard he punched. ride or die fr

— nicknames probably consist of spider (obvi), kilometer (for miles lol), socks (for socorro), ironfist (for how much he gets into fights), & oreo/orro (for socorro)

— has the talent & ability to potentially go to college for hockey. he puts so much time & effort into his skills & the sport & it def shows through how he plays

[wildshona]

Drinks All Round

NOTE: So as this is to let you know what happened yesterday at Toni’s I thought I would look back at what I had written about our last visit two weeks ago. And there was I crowing in a note after that story that I had made extra effort on Grammar and spelling. How you must have laughed. Anyway I’m not going to bother going back to the original post and edit it but I thought I would say that it was the Prince of Wales not the Prince of Waled who effectively invented the dinner Jacket (tuxedo). As I had told you it had happened in India there were many reasons for confusion. Oh, and yes there is dialogue in this post and no of course I don’t remember it exactly but I’m giving you the sense of it. OK?

Anyway, on with the update. We bowled up to Toni’s at our usual time and as soon as Mrs Lewis let us in Zoe was dashing off to the pool rapidly followed by Ina who had taken Zoe’s swim bag. As a reminder Ina is the new Romanian staff member who appears to be some sort of maid but also has special Zoe duties. Amelia and I followed at a more adult pace and by the time we got to the pool changing room, after saying hello to a naked Toni doing laps, Zoe was already half into her swimming costume and Ina was stripped down to nothing and putting a bikini on.

“I teach the little princess to properly swim. It is my job, yes.”

Well ok then. When Toni is organising things it is a good idea to go with the flow.

No splashing and playing for Zoe until she had done a half hour proper lesson with Ina. Suited me. I mean I like playing with Zoe but just swimming along for a while in my own nakedness was good. Amelia, who still hasn’t got beyond topless, seemed at a bit of a loose end without Zoe to look after but it was only for half an hour.

“The Little Princess will soon be a good swimmer,” Ina announced, “she is good girl and listens to instructions. Miss Toni, I go get dressed now,”

Well, Zoe would be good at taking instructions. She had spent three years with daddy, which at least ended before he could ruin her.

Ina went off and it was splash and play time until Zoe got tired at which point, as if by magic, Mrs Lewis arrived with cocktails for the grown ups and chocolate ice cream for the little girl who had announced to us all that she liked being called Little Princess. I am sure calling her Your Highness will pall at some stage but it is fun for now.

Chris arrived a little later and went to the changing rooms and emerged wearing swimming trunks to do a few laps. He told us he had brought clothes for us to change into for dinner. Chris confessed later that Toni had rung him to describe the vibe she was looking for and it had been his job to go through my wardrobe and Amelia’s newly filling wardrobe to procure what was required.

We had another drink while Ina carried Zoe off to get chocolate ice cream cleaned off her face and have a nap. And then it was time to shower and see what we had to wear.

I had kind of got used to dark colours and sophistication when I’m around Toni so I was a bit surprised to find a pink mini-dress, white stockings which didn’t reach the hem of the dress and pink high heels. The whole thing screamed bimbo slut considering the neckline is very low and I have to be careful to keep my nipples in when I lean forward and it is really tight round the arse. Just in case you think I am having a change of style in colour terms I should just let you know that it was bought for a hen night and fitted with the theme the bride had in mind – who was a stripper friend of Tiffany’s (a friend of mine long story) and really is the spirit of BIMBO. That hen night had been so successful the wedding was cancelled and a month later she married some guy she met on the stag night.

OK, diversion and explanation complete. I couldn’t wait to see what Amelia was wearing.

As it turned out Amelia was wearing a deep purple cocktail dress with a bodice that tied behind the neck. As it was backless you could see she was also braless. Toni was looking as sophisticated as ever in a long black number that had side slits and a Basque bodice, Black stockings and her signature dagger thin high heels. Chris was in a dinner jacket. I looks way out of theme until Ina brought the Little Princess in wearing her favourite princess concoction from the week before.

“Look,” she giggled, “Auntie Shona is a princess this week.”

May the Goddess give me strength not to roll around at the innocence of small children. And may she stay so for years to come yet.

The meal was as good as always and, of course we all thanked Mrs Lewis who was assisted by Ina who I swear had a shorter maid outfit than two weeks ago. While we were eating Toni gave us the plan for next Saturday, the first evening of Yule and the most important of the twelve days as it is she longest night that opens up to the days getting longer. There will be a children’s party in the afternoon with a forest animal theme with entertainers a all sorts of goodies. That will go on until six. Then later there will be a party for adults. Ina will go home with us and stay behind when we come to the party in the evening, Ina will look after Zoe and stay the night.

Zoe got very excited at that and after dinner she went to her fairy castle in the lounge with Ina to tell the little dolls all about it. While the grown ups drank some nice red wine.

Then to the sofas when Zoe was whisked off upstairs to bed by Ina.

Toni?

Yes sweetie.

Why am I dressed like a bimbo?

Because it pleases me sweetie.

Well, you can’t argue with pleasing Toni.

Amelia darling I noticed two weeks ago when you were topless in the pool and Zoe was pressing on your breasts because you were topless that you are still lactating.

Amelia inevitably went bright red.

Yes, I am Toni, Zoe still likes to take milk sometimes especially when she wants to go to sleep, a sort of late night snack.

There was a discussion about lactating and Toni’s view that whatever society says she should breast feed for as long as there is a demand. I won’t bore you with the conversation and to be honest I stopped paying attention when, as usual, Toni slid her hand down my dress and started to fondle my tits – which had happened a lot on the hen night.

My attention jerked back into gear when I heard Toni say,

Well it is late night and, Amelia dearest, I think I would rather like a snack.

 I don’t understand.

Come and stand in front of me, Amelia, closer dear.

Amelia obeys instructions almost without thought and Chris is behind Amelia untying the halter top so that the top falls forward and her breasts are exposed, hard rigid nipples and all.

Now, I know I have come across as having a bit of tit envy when it comes to my sister but honestly they are nice and bigger than mine – and even bigger cos they are full of milk.

Chris helped Amelia take a few more steps closer so that Toni only had to lean forward to take a nipple in her mouth and her breast in a hand to squeeze the milk into her mouth.

Hmmmmmmmm.

She paused, withdrew her mouth, looked at me, Go on Bimbo sweetie, have some yourself. I maen Chris had to be hard right cos right now there was Toni palpating milk into her mouth with one hand, her other hand down my top and I am sucking on Amelia’s other tit and I can tell you her milk is very sweet.

Oh yes, Chris was hard cos now his cock is out and hi is slowly wanking on it.

Toni takes her mouth away

Bimbo sweetie, your man needs you to drink something else.

So there I am kneeling on a rug in the lounge with my tits out and my mouth sucking on Chris’s cock while Amelia has been pulled down to lie with her head on Toni’s lap and Toni’s hands are playing with the milk she is still teasing from Amelia’s tits with her fingers.

You see, Amelia dearest, you have been taught that Shona is a slut and a whore so I had her dress as a bimbo just for you. But she does look like she is enjoying herself don’t you think? And you were taught to be such a good girl, a good wife but you knew didn’t you that whenever you did what you were told and he fucked you your father was really making you a bad girl as society sees it.

Do you think you should really look down on her?

Chris told me later that I had never given him such an average blow job although he knew it was because I was listening in. I will make up for it.

I don’t look down on her. I wish I could be so free.

Well let us make a start.

I have to admit I was slightly jealous when Toni pulled Amelia up and gave her a long deep kiss. It certainly affected Chris because he was pulling me up and pushing me down on to the other sofa, opening my legs and he was in me.

And I was gone. My head went straight in to pleasure mode and I was cumming in seconds, I mean I had been wet and tingling ever since Toni had first put her hand down my dress. Chris loves it when I cum, he says it feel like riding an earthquake and this one was going to have lots of aftershocks because he was going to take his time. He started with me legs open and him on top of me but it is hardly his favourite position so he pulled my legs up to his shoulders and I felt him go even deeper, pounding on my cervix.

I looked to the side and Toni was sitting, a hand between her legs finger fucking herself with Amelia doing the same thing sitting next to her. They were finger fucking watching live porn. And it was Amelia who actually came first as Chris pulled out flipped me over, pulled me on to my hands and knees and re-enterd me from behind fucking in and out of me furiously.

Yes, go on bimbo slut, make him cum. Where was the sophisticated Toni. Lost in her oen cum drenched lust. And then they were standing next to us and then Amelia is sitting on the sofa by my head kissing me and telling me she’s sorry and she loves me and i’m crying and trying to tell her i love her and i forgive her and I can feel Chris cum in me and Toni’s hand slap down on my arse as I kiss Amelia over and over and over and i’m crying and Amelia is crying and I think even Chris is crying and at some stage I look at Toni and she is smiling.

Chris says it is time to go but Toni disagrees. This is a night to stay together. So I sleep with Amelia – just sleep and cuddles. Chris had to go home because he had to get up at five to travel. At some stage in the night Toni joined us, lying so I was between her and Amelia. No sex just loving cuddles.

[the-s1lly-corner]

what if father from hit show kids next door had a beach episode with reader. what's going on with him and his delightful children at the beach

Father and Delightfuls x reader but its a beach episode

just in time for summer!! hell yeah lets go!! YIPEE!!! maybe ill doodle some summer related art before august ends... maybe i wont... only time will tell! notes: reader is gn, fathers part can be seen as romantic or platonic, delightfuls part is purely platonic, beach shenanigans! cws: none

FATHER

its like a little mini vacation getaway! if all goes according to plan its quiet pleasant, actually... assuming theres nothing to put him in a sour mood

hes not very much interested in swimming or playing games, hes more likely to just lay in the shade and relax! you might be able to convince him to walk around with you!

can definitely see him being more into just checking out shops and vibing rather than being confined to the shore

hes totally loaded so expect to go to some fancy beach somewhere with some nice hotel to boot

1000% wears those floral swim trunks all dads seem to own; alternatively i can see him wear those striped one piece suits.. ponders

HATES sand though

debating on whether or not he can get sunburnt in his shadow form... like does it just protect his skin ooooor?

lets you give him sunscreen as a precaution

DELIGHTFULS

they would destroy someones sand castle its so comically evil and harmless but i can definitely see the knd (or even them!) blowing it out of proportion

on the flip side i can see them building their own sand castle but putting waaaaay too much effort into it

or they might just make a bunch of the other kids build it for them... they literally hold people captive for their birthdays... i can see it...

usually i tend to group them as one unit but some of them definitely burn worse than the others... horrid at least one of them is going to be bright red

war ensues if someone from a knd sector is also there, things get tense very fast

generally behave well enough when youre around if youre not a villain, if you are they dont really care all that much

oh they probably would try to convince you to confront someone if their plans blow up in their face, under the guise that they're the ones who were done wrong

like i love writing day to day stuff for these characters but theyre manipulative and evil too LMAO

[zerobaseonefics]

campfire ㅡ gyuvin

gyuvin x gn!reader

words : 1197

warnings : none

genre : fluff

the sun was down and your only source of light was the moon and the campfire in front of you. it was the holidays, and you and your friends decided to go camping for a few days. this night was a bit colder than the previous ones but your friends still wanted to go for a dip in the lake nearby, leaving you by yourself in front of the fire.

it didn't bother you, you needed some calm time after the hectic day. you guys went hiking early in the morning, while the weather was still fresh. in the afternoon, you went grocery shopping in a town nearby with your friend gyuvin, and you cooked with him for everyone in your friend group.

you were sitting on an old tree trunk, using it as a bench. the hood of your sweatshirt was on your head, and you pulled the strings of it, tightening it around your face. absent-mindedly, while you were lost in your thoughts, you made some knots with the strings of the hood that will probably hard to undo later. but it was not a major issue for you at the moment. you were thinking about gyuvin.

you noticed how he stayed with you more than usual during these holidays. you two were close, it was nothing weird that he spent time alone with you. but you felt like it was different. everytime you would say that you where going to do something, like the grocery shopping earlier in the day, he would say he's coming with you. same with the cooking. plus, his attitude toward you was more playful than usual. you also noticed the way his touch lingered on you every time his hand brushed against your body.

you never saw gyuvin as more than a friend. but, strangely, your heart started to race when your bodies were too close, or when he would look at you with a different smile than usual. when you walked next to him, you couldn't stop yourself from imagining gyuvin holding your hand. you imagined him telling you he loved you. maybe you even wished his arms were around you right now, because the campfire wasn't enough to warm you up. you hid your face in your hands, embarassed at the thought.

"what's gotten into me?" you sighed. when you took your hands off your face, you didn't expect to find gyuvin sitting on the ground in front of you. letting a high-pitched shout, you almost fell off the tree trunk you were sitting on. gyuvin caught your shoulders to prevent you from falling, laughing at you.

"calm down, it's just me" said gyuvin.

"i didn't expect you to pop in front of me suddenly..."

"you're such a wimp" he replied, gaining a hit on his arm by you.

"why you're here? aren't you swimming with the others?" you asked.

"they are CRAZY. the water is too cold so i decided to come back."

you watched how the wet locks were falling on his forehead. gyuvin was still shirtless, wearing only his swimming shorts and a zip hoodie that he probably put on after going out of the water. your hands went to his hood to put it on his head.

"you'll end up sick if you don't cover your head." you told him. when you wanted to take your hands off, he grabbed your wrists and held them to put your hands around his shoulders. you looked at him in confusion. "your hands are warm, i'm just using them to warm up", he explained.

you simply nodded. gyuvin eyes went to your own hood, noticing how you tangled the strings in an enormous knot of knots.

"how are you gonna detangle this?"

"oh? this should be easy, look."

you took your hands off his shoulder and he watch you as you tried to detangle the strings of your hood. you realized the knots were really tight, and gyuvin mocked you for not successing in undoing it.

"let me do it."

gyuvin came closer to you, still sitting on the ground in front of you. his hands went to the strings, and he detangled the knots little by little. while his eyes were focused on his mission, you couldn't help but admire his features. gyuvin didn't even realize how his face went closer to yours as he was still undoing the knots. he didn't know that another knot was forming itself, this one in your tummy as the butterflies started to make their appearance.

"and... it's done!" finally said gyuvin, leaving the strings of your hoodie. your eyes crossed and little by little, the proud smile he had on the face disappeared. now, he was the one admiring you, while you didn't dare to look away or pull apart from him.

"you know y/n..."

"hm?"

"i think i never told you that. but you look stunning."

you couldn't help but blush at his words, a blissful laugh escaping your lips.

"you're kidding me, right?" you replied, not believing it.

"why would i? i'm serious. you're beautiful. okay, i know it's sounds weird when i say it, but for real, i mean it."

you felt your heart fluttering, unable to find an answer to the compliment. hesitantly, your hands went under his hood, finding their place on the back of his neck. you saw his eyes going to your lips, and it gave you the push you needed to bring them closer to his.

the tip of your nose brushed against his. gyuvin felt his heart racing, because he didn't expect things to go this way. he had a crush on you for a while now, and he was planning on asking you out after the holidays. he never planned on this situation to happen. still, despite the stress, gyuvin was dying to kiss you. he couldn't stand how his body was desperate to feel yours, how it felt frustrating to have his lips so close to yours and not kissing you. he wanted to make you feel how he loved you, without saying it out loud because he knew it was too early for this.

one last time, he looked into your eyes, and he felt like you two were on the same page. that's why he finally closed the distance between you and pressed his lips on yours. he couldn't explain the sensation in his chest when he felt your fingers going through his wet hair, while you kissed him back. you were soft against him, like your lips were caressing his.

out of breath, you two pulled apart, and rosy cheeks were shared. gyuvin wanted to capture your lips once again, but, to his despair, the noise of his friends coming back caught your attention. he was left wanting more, but you gave him a look that reassured him. a look that was saying you felt the same, and he couldn't stop thinking about the next time he will meet you like this.

[rentumblsstuff]

I’m yearning for Da Summertime so here’s what I think Lautski+Richie+Ruth would wear if they were all going swimming together :] (found all of these on Amazon)

Stephanie

I just feel like the two piece is definitely her and her usual aesthetic with the indie mixed print top feels right to me at least. It was also her idea to get matching bathing suits with Ruth.

Peter

He’d probably wear something really simple like this, but he thought he packed a swim shirt too? (He did. Stephanie hid it.)

Richie

He 10000000000% has the tacocat swim trunks. I will not be taking criticism on those. Richie would wear any swim shirt with it that vaguely matches but not really.

Ruth

Stephanie saw the Dino print on the bathing suit she got and was like “Ruth Ruth Ruth” lmao but I think Ruth would prefer a pair of bottoms more like a skirt. Having technically matching swimsuits with Steph makes her so happy that she only gets a little upset when her curls inevitably get wet.

[plaindangan]

What kind of HCs you have for the swimsuits of the SDR2 girls then? Something tells me Ibuki’s is gonna be…interesting

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Chiaki: For Chiaki, she was admittedly pretty lazy when picking out her swimsuit and just slapped on a white t-shirt with 'game over' printed on it, tied up to exposed her chubby stomach and a pair of beige swimming trunks as well. Usually works out well...though since she's not wearing a brat underneath, every time she goes into water people are getting a good look at her tits. Not that she minds of course.

Sonia: She was inspired by a recent trend and though it would be just fitting for her. Hence why her group of friends would find Sonia walking up to them in a small golden two-piece bikini. Shiny and eye-catching it serves as a stark reminder of her status...and the fact that the princess was quite voluptuous herself~

Akane: Now Akane had to be stopped by Mahiru and the others several times for trying to come onto the beach straight up just naked. She hated swimsuits more than anything and after losing her blue one wasn't hoping to get a replacement either. Eventually, they had to settle with Akane just wearing her black bra and red thong. It wasn't a swimsuit mind you, but getting Akane to do anything other than that was a hassle.

Peko: For Peko she was the second to try donning a wetsuit, inspired by Sonia's first suit and thinking that it would be more approrpriate than the suit she got first. However, the suit had put on was actually much too small for her body, and it didn't take long until the dark green wetsuit had ripped, with tears popping up all over her suit that ranged from exposing more than cleavage than expected, to pretty much having her thighs and ass out with just the faintest strings to hold it together. Ibuki thinks it looks better on her, but Peko was left regretting her life choices.

Mahiru - She's wearing a navy blue, with black polka dots, skirted one piece swimsuit. Really helps sells her motherly personality and she feels comfortable wearing it. Granted, if only Ibuki and Akane would quite flipping up said skirt to show every soul Mahiru's freckled ass, but that's a topic for another day.

Hiyoko: Tall or short, she's wearing a light pink one piece swimsuit with yellow highlights. Claims she doesn't want to give the pervs anymore ammo than needed. But, as if karma was giving its due, over the course of her beach trip, the bottom of her swimsuit is going to ride up to the point that her incredible 'cake' is going to give everyone a lot of 'ammo' they needed, especially given how much of a brat she's being.

Ibuki - Her 'swimsuit' is legit just a pair of pasties over her chest and a black thong with a blue and pink star on it...that's it. Ibuki wants to let the whole world get a good look at her, she meant it this summer. You can also take a good guess that Ibuki is going to remove said pasties later on to tease those looking to get a closer inspection of the musician.

Mikan: Due to unfortunate coincidences/Hiyoko's pranking of Mikan, the Ultimate Nurse pretty much had to resort to just wearing a giant pink t-shirt over her body and a pair of black booty shorts as cover for underneath. But, given her klutzy nature, chances are she's bound to lose said shirt and flash people her soaked boobs eventually...

[emsee22]

This is about Heath and the PPP card. I actually don't believe the PPP is part of the CRM and I don't believe Jadis is the one who took Heath. A Above, I attached a picture of what Jadis looked like in season 7, as well as a screencap of a blond woman you can see ushering Heath into the tarp on the bridge when Tara and Heath get separated. The fact that we see this woman before Heath comes out to help Tara shows me that whoever took him was nice enough to let him help Tara (I don't think Jadis would have let him help her). The woman is wearing a colored jacket, while the garbage people all wear black. The hair also looks nothing like Jadis, and is more a bleached blond.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSjMnMZGHR4 I think the PPP might actually be a group that is standing against the CRM, and not actually a part of it. I think this because, although I have not seen Tales, the Davon character had similarities to Beth in how he valued human life. I don't really believe that the CRM values life in this way, given they kill & experiment on people. This is assuming that Davon is part of the PPP and knows what it is, rather than having picked up the card in the same type of circumstances that Tara did.

TPTB reminded the audience of Beth and linked her to Heath at the beginning of the episode Swear 7x6 when Heath made a few very Beth-like comments. First, he mentioned how people use others. He also mentioned that they are just surviving, not living. Lastly, he said her last words verbatim "I get it now." Beth was linked directly to PPP in the Bulletproof Picasso video. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNHJ7zz16bY

With this in mind, PPP might actually be Georgie's group, and PPP might actually be the Phillipians Prayer Model . Georgie first turned up in the episode called The Key, and all she asked for in return for the knowledge to build was records (Beth "It's been a long time since I heard a record" Slabtown 5x4).

"14 Do all things without grumbling or disputing, 15 that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, 16 holding fast to the word of life, so that in the day of Christ I may be proud that I did not run in vain or labor in vain." Phillipians 2:14-16 This led me down the path of searching what a seahorse symbolizes in the Bible (due to the seahorse key Maggie used to find the Beth walker in the trunk of the car in 5x10 Them)

"God provides you with food and shelter, Jesus to swim through life with, and the promises of His Word to hold on to. Like the seahorse, you may sometimes have to hold on and wait for God to deliver His promises — but He always will, and at just the perfect time."

"A protective bony armour cleverly protects it from imminent danger. So strong is this armour that it is almost impossible to crush a dried dead seahorse in your hands. Its tough skeleton makes it unappetizing for predators, so seahorses are usually left alone." **I know Angela Kang said Jadis traded him, but I think there is a possibility that she was bluffing to throw the scent off a bigger reveal**

[gaytotaldrama]

i wrote some s1 duncney bc i miss them </3

also on my ao3!

Duncan's pissed. This whole time there's been a five-star resort on the other side of the island, while he's been roughing it in the woods and putting up with Chef's crappy food? Yeah, screw McLean. If Duncan had known about the Playa, he would have snuck in to visit Courtney ages ago.

As it is, the first thing Courtney does when Duncan steps off the Boat of Losers is sock him directly on the arm, hard.

"Damn, Princess, didn't know you could pack a punch," he cracks, massaging his shoulder and shooting Courtney the usual smirk. "Glad to see you missed me."

She rolls her eyes, brows drawn into a glare. She's wearing her grey swimsuit, which he used to think was boring and prudish - now he just thinks it's hot.

"That," Courtney proclaims, crossing her arms across her chest. "Was for snuggling up to Heather."

"What, that?" Duncan scoffs. "Come on, you know I can't stand that chick. And she cozied up to me, or did the cameras not show that part?"

"Doesn't matter!" She throws her arms up in the air - long, tan arms, nice - nearly hitting him in the face. "You let it happen! I saw it!"

He just grins. "You know what you also saw?"

Her only response is a mean stink-eye. God, this woman is like no one else.

"You saw me in the confessionals shouting out to you every episode since you got booted off," he says. "You saw me spray paint the walls of my side of the cabin with your skull."

She narrows her eyes. "That was supposed to be me?"

Duncan blinks. "I thought that was obvious."

Is he seeing things, or did the corner of her lips twitch? "Don't think I missed the heart you carved in the back of my totem head."

"Oh, man, they aired that?" Duncan groans. "The guys at juvie are never gonna let me hear the end of it."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway, Duncan, because I want absolutely nothing to do with you." And she quite literally sticks up her nose at him. "Hmmpf!"

"Riiiiiight. Sure thing, Princess. And you're the only one who came to the docks to see me because...?"

"Just to tell you how much of an ogre you are!" Courtney splutters, cheeks darkening - has it really been that long since he last saw her, or are there more freckles scattering the bridge of her nose than there were before? "I'm a C.I.T. You're a delinquent. It's not hard to do the math."

Duncan holds up his hands in surrender. "Ok, fine. You have fun making out with Harold, then, since clearly he's more your type."

To his surprise, Courtney freezes, mouth agape. "They didn't tell you...?"

He frowns. "Tell me what?"

"Harold's the reason I got eliminated in the first place! He switched the votes when no one was looking, the little twerp." Her hands ball into fists at her sides. "I've been on the warpath for that dweeb ever since. My lawyers say Chris is going down."

"That geeky little snake!" Duncan pounds his fist into his palm. "Who does that?!"

"Someone who wants to get back at a certain mohawked bully, that's who," Courtney declares. "Don't worry, I haven't let him off easy."

"That's my girl." Another sock to the arm. "Ow! The hell was that for?"

"I'm not your girl," says Courtney, and yeah, she's definitely smiling this time. "As if."

"Uh-huh. How's the pool here? I could use a nice, long swim. Maybe with a certain Type A-In-Training?"

"Ugh. You're still so not my type." She glances around, seems to decide it's safe, then snags him by the collar and sticks her tongue in his mouth. "Mmmm!" She breaks off before he can really return the favor. "Come on, Caveman. Let's get you into your trunks."

Blood rushing in his veins like Owen rushes for breakfast, Duncan grins. "Or maybe you should get me out of my - "

SOCK!

"OW!"

[pickalilywrites]

We've seen the baking contest fics, how about a swimsuit competition for both male and female. Prize is an summer worth of a free stay at a 5 star island resort

(This is Levi seeing Zeke on stage in a speedo: 🙄)

i would have put my vote in for speedo!zeke tbh

a show with a view

snk ensemble. modern au. 2129 words.

The beach is abuzz with visitors that are here for the view but not of the ocean. Today is a swimsuit competition held at the nearby beach in Shiganshina. Like the previous competitions, this competition is also being sponsored by the Paradis Mall with the hopes that it would boost sales for the newest swimwear lines for their luxury stores Reiss and Warhammer. This time the prize is a much coveted all-expenses paid stay at any Fritz island resort, good for the entire summer. 

Erwin Smith is the only returning judge from the cooking competitions, but he has a sheepish smile on his face as he walks around with his clipboard. He’s greeted eagerly by many female participants as well as audience members, but he’s shyer than usual. “I didn’t read the invitation correctly and had assumed this would be another cooking competition. I agreed to it and only realized recently this was a swimsuit competition,” he says with a laugh. 

“What a shame,” Sasha sighs. She wears a leaf-patterned one piece bathing suit that she had fished out of her closet. She was the one that had dragged her friends to participate in this competition with the hopes that one of them would be able to win the all-expenses paid resort package, although she’s also content with just feasting at the barbeque taking place after the contest. “He would have won for sure if he were a participant instead of a judge.”  

“Well, I’m glad he’s just a judge. We have enough competition as it is,” Jean says. He glances around at the competition — many of the other male contestants are wearing normal swim trunks but there are a few in speedos — and does his best to assume a pose that will accentuate his abdominal muscles without looking like he’s trying too hard. 

“I say they should bring on as many people as they want. There’s no way we’ll lose!” Connie says with a wide grin. He’s far from being a bodybuilder — Connie’s body is more leaned and toned like a runner’s — but it’s not stopping him from having fun and striking a few classic bodybuilder poses. He winks cheekily when a group of girls squeals when he strikes a particularly dramatic pose.  

Reiner leans over as he observes the crowd that Connie is drawing. “Now there’s a strategy. Do you think I should try that out? Maybe it’ll get me more votes.”  

“Isn’t it enough that you oiled yourself up with that body oil? You practically drenched yourself in it,” Annie says with a slightly disgusted expression on her face. “It’s a good thing that I talked you out of getting a spray tan.” 

“I would have looked amazing in a spray tan,” Reiner pouts. He stands with his feet shoulder-width apart, his hands on his hips as he flexes his biceps. He speaks through gritted teeth, his lips spread in overexaggerated smile, as he adds, “I bet I’d have more people looking over at me at least.” 

“For all the wrong reasons,” Annie replies with a roll of her eyes. She doesn’t bother posing or even standing up straight. Her arms are folded over her chest so that they cover the top of her blue two-piece bathing suit. She had been enticed by the talk of a luxury resort, but she’s beginning to think that a bathing suit competition isn’t worth it. She sees Bertholdt beside her assuming a similar position, but his expression is completely miserable. To Reiner, she says, “Look at Bertholdt. He looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. We shouldn’t have competed in this competition in the first place.”  

“I’m fine,” Bertholdt says. He’s still hunched over and doing his best to cover his torso but failing horribly because of his large stature. He smiles weakly at Annie. “I’m just ... a little embarrassed.”  

“What’s so embarrassing about wearing a swimsuit to a swimsuit competition? We’re on a beach anyway, so it should be even less embarrassing,” Reiner points out. He adjusts his pose so that he’s standing with his torso angled, giving the audience a flattering view of his abs. They’re perfectly toned from years of going to the gym.  

Bertholdt winces when the sunlight bounces from one of Reiner’s perfect pecs and into his eye. “It’s still embarrassing,” he mumbles. 

“Look at poor Bertholdt,” Ymir snickers. While the other female competitors are in swimsuits that reveal much of their skin, Ymir is in bikini bottoms and a wetsuit jacket that completely covers her top half. “If he’s so shy, he shouldn’t have competed in the first place. Not that I’m complaining. It makes it easier for me to win.”  

“Are you even trying to win? No offense, but your swimsuit isn’t exactly flattering,” Historia grumbles. She’s only an audience member this time, having chosen to step down from competing after her sister Frieda had been selected as a judge. While she does wear a swimsuit, she’s covered it up with a white sundress.  

“Do you want me to take a competition seriously? I didn’t want you to get jealous. I’m wearing a string bikini underneath,” Ymir says. She reaches up for her zipper and begins to pull it down slowly, a mischievous grin on her face.  

Historia stops Ymir midway, her face beginning to flush despite the wide brimmed sunhat she wears. “You can show me later. I can book us a stay at the resort. We should leave the prize to someone who can’t actually afford to book it themselves.” 

Ymir laughs and pulls Historia in for a hug. “As long as you’re the one paying.” 

“Must be nice to be rich,” Mikasa muses as she observes Ymir and Historia. She had opted for a sleek, black one piece. It’s cut deep in the back to show off her finely toned muscles, but she doesn’t bother flaunting them to the crowd. Even though she’s entered the swimsuit competition with the rest of her friends, she’ll still as modest as ever.  

“At least Historia’s not competing. I think I finally have a chance this time. Baking’s not really my forte, but I can stand in a swimsuit and look good,” Eren says. He strikes a power pose, his chest puffed out proudly, but it’s his loud, garish swim trunks that are catching everyone’s eyes. He glances over at Armin who’s standing awkwardly beside him. “You should have worn something more noticeable, Armin. You’re just going to blend in with everyone else like that.”  

“I think I’m okay with that,” Armin mumbles. He looks down at his feet, wiggling his sand-covered toes. He thought he would be fine participating if Eren and Mikasa were there with him, but he’s finding it more embarrassing than he had anticipated.  

Some participants, like Eld, are enjoying themselves. Eld assumes the pose of classical statues — Discobolus just about to throw a discus, Michaelangelo’s David, the pensive Thinker — and grins as he draws laughs from the crowd as well as his friends. Levi, however, is much less amused. 

“You look like you’re taking a shit,” Levi tells Eld, who hurriedly gets out of the Thinker pose and tries to think of another pose to assume. Unlike the rest of his friends, Levi is much less enthusiastic about the whole swimsuit competition. Although he’s wearing swim trunks, he’s covered up with an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a straw hat to protect his skin from the sun.  

Petra leans over and tugs Levi’s sleeve gently. “Come on, Levi. Aren’t you having a little bit of fun?”  

Levi looks over at Petra and takes in her outfit — a crocheted cover up made by Gunther thrown over a white bikini. Finally, he concedes, “It’s not the worst.”  

“It’s going to get even better because I’m going to win.” Auruo stands beside Petra confidently. He’s flexing his muscles so hard that he has to speak through gritted teeth. Sweat rolls down his forehead under the bright sunlight and the strain of flexing his muscles, but his smile doesn’t break. “Don’t be too disappointed when you lose, Petra.”  

“Just because you’re wearing a speedo doesn’t mean you’re going to win,” Petra says with a roll of her eyes. 

“Why not?” Auruo says with an indignant huff. He forgets posing for a moment, not bothering to make sure the light is hitting his abs at the right angle. “Zeke is getting a lot of attention. I’d say we’re about the same in terms of popularity.” 

Petra scoffs at the comparison. “You’re nowhere near the same level.”  

“I should hope not,” Levi says dryly as he watches Zeke flirts with Frieda Reiss as she comes around to judge. He rolls his eyes when Zeke offers a bicep out for Frieda to touch, which she does with a bashful giggle.  

Gunther runs up to his friends. His arms are filled with water bottles fresh from the ice cooler while his hands clutch electric fans that he passes out. While his friends are drinking water and fanning themselves, he’s fussing over them and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen from his fanny pack. 

“You guys need to stay hydrated. Didn’t I tell you it was going to be sunny today? The temperature’s up from yesterday, too. They should have held the competition on a different day,” Gunther grumbles as he slathers sunscreen on Auruo’s arm. He ignores Auruo’s complaints about sunscreen not being cool and scolds his friend saying, “Do you know what else isn’t cool? Sunburn and skin cancer.”  

Hanji isn’t participating this time, instead observing from a lounge chair under an umbrella that Moblit had set up. Moblit is seated beside them on a beach towel with an electric fan in his hand that he points towards Hanji. 

“What an excellent competition,” Hanji comments before taking a sip of coconut water. They pass it over to Moblit to take a sip. “Who do you think will win this time?” 

“Hm? I don’t really know. I haven’t been paying much attention,” Moblit says, which is true. He’s spent much of this time just making sure Hanji was in the shade and staying hydrated. “Maybe we should have participated, though. You could use a vacation. You’re always working.” 

“Aw, you really think I’d have a chance at winning?” Hanji laughs. They look over at their companion affectionately. “I suppose I have been working a lot. Maybe we could book a vacation soon.”  

Moblit beams. “I can pack.”  

Pieck is also watching as Gunther applies sunblock to Eld’s back despite Eld’s complaints. She turns to Porco with a sleepy smile. “That looks fun. Should we do that, too? It’s important to take care of your skin.”  

“You were very generous when you gave me sunblock before we left the house this morning,” Porco reminds her. He tries to act nonchalant, but his cheeks are flushed pink as he remembers just how eager Pieck had been to apply his sunscreen.  

“As you were with me,” Pieck nods, not embarrassed at all, “but it’s important to reapply every few hours.”  

Porco is a weak man. If they weren’t in public, he would have fallen on his knees already and agreed. “Let’s wait until the competition is over.”  

“Wonderful!” Pieck smiles.  

The air is filled with the sound of a bell and the judges wait for the crowd to quiet down before they take their place in front of the contestants. Frieda Reiss stands front and center with Willy Warhammer and Erwin Smith on either side of her. She looks absolutely stunning in her white sundress and wide-brimmed straw hat. When the wind blows, her skirt billows behind her, making her look like a goddess.  

“Hello, all. Thank you for everyone who participated in this year’s swimsuit competition. We had many stunning entries, some even wearing suits from our Reiss and Warhammer stores,” Frieda says, nodding towards Zeke who gives the crowd a wave. Frieda pauses to let the crowd swoon before continuing. “We hope you’ll be able to join us for our barbeque after the winner is announced.”  

The crowd cheers at the mention of free food. Sasha and Connie are particularly loud, and it elicits a smile from Erwin.  

“It is with great pleasure that I announce the winner of the all-expenses paid trip to one of the Fritz 5-star island resorts ...” Willy announces with great gusto. He pauses for dramatic affect, smiling as the crowd waits in suspense. “... Bertholdt Hoover!”  

Reiner is ecstatic. As soon as Bertholdt’s name was called, he swept his friend up in a hug and lifted him off his feet. “You won! Isn't this great?” 

“Just wonderful,” he lies. Bertholdt grits his teeth and smiles for the cameras that are already snapping away. He wants to sink into the sand and never come out. 

[euphorial-docx]

a breakdown of opev reg’s style evolution because i felt like talking about it :)

PART 1: OGNI PARTE E VIVA🍊

in opev, regulus didn’t truly develop a sense of style yet. he was still trying to figure himself out, and figure out a way to express that in ways he was comfortable.

regulus mostly dressed for comfort in opev.

in the warm seasons, he’d wear a lot of loose button ups and t-shirts, shorts or swim trunks. he most of the time wore a pair of converse, and sometimes sunglasses. in the colder seasons, he wore standard cold weather things like sweaters, jeans, gloves, hats, etc etc. he also rewears outfits often.

there were times where he would show some of his personality in his outfits. the things he truly did style were: his hair, his jewelry (namely the star of david necklace), and the occasional band t-shirt. his clothes usually are cool tones, such as blues and cool greens, as well as neutrals like white and black. outside of those things, he dressed pretty generically.

i feel his style reflects the music he listened to at the time. opev regulus was on the new wave train from the start, being a fan of the talking heads and joy division early in their careers. while joy divison was dark in tone, talking heads was relatively upbeat and a more familiar band to regulus as they’d been around longer than joy division.

my inspirations for his outfits was, very unsurprisingly, elio from call me by your name. although i did stray away from the polo shirts, because i didn’t think opev regulus would really wear those. i wanted to keep a sense of put togetherness despite his lack of personal style by having him wear loose button ups a lot and take care of his hair.

there is only one instance in opev where regulus has a chance to dress up a little bit, and that’s when he and james go to an art gallery. regulus wears a button up shirt, jeans, and a jean jacket.

good elio references i looked at a lot for opev:

PART 2: TEMPS SANS FIN🌃

i know we haven’t dived too much into the sequel yet, but oh boy do i have plans for his fashion there.

between opev and tsf, regulus has developed a true sense of self and a sense of fashion of his own. part of that was from his experiences in university, where he dated a musician named chiara who got him more into the new wave/goth music scene. another part was simply him getting older and living independently.

in the 70s regulus dressed for necessity and with a vague new wave influence, and in the 80s he expanded on that a bit.

i’d describe his 80s style as predominately new wave with a bit of goth and new romantics thrown in there.

he has kept with his loose button ups, but has traded his converse for boots and began to experiment a little more with accessories. necklaces, rings, and yes even earrings and nail polish have made their way into his outfits. he’s also began to use makeup, albeit just a little, when it comes to his eyes, reminiscent of the goth and new romantics influences he’s gathered.

his hair has changed over the years, and he’s started doing a variation of the wavy pompadour/elephant trunk hairstyle popular among the new wave scene as well as more mainstream scenes. i imagine the hairstyle to be a bit like duckie’s from pretty in pink, but mostly like elio’s hair in the epilogue of cmbyn.

as i said for part 1, music greatly inspires opev regulus’s style. in the 80s, his edge of goth and new romantics comes from the music he started listening to. he leaned more into goth in the 80s with his love for bands such as the cure (at least early the cure), depeche mode, bauhaus, echo & the bunnymen, and the smiths— he also kept up his love for joy division, while his passion for talking heads faded a bit as they wandered more into pop territory.

inspirations i have for regulus include: john taylor, steve jansen, a little bit of john koviak and robert smith, but heavy with the john taylor

photo inspo (most of which are john taylor. i’m sorry. his outfits are just almost exactly what i picture reg wearing in the 80s.)