#dissolving swimming trunks

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Prinzessin

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You lay back on the deck, closing your eyes as the warm sunlight bathed your skin. The gentle rocking of the boat coupled with the sound of the waves was incredibly soothing, and you felt a sense of tranquility wash over you. You took a deep breath, inhaling the salty air and feeling the tension in your body gradually dissolve. Despite the initial annoyance of waking up before Toto, you found a strange sense of peace in being alone with your thoughts, the vast expanse of the ocean acting as a natural salve for your irritation. As you continued to recline on the deck, basking in the sun, you couldn't help but marvel at the stunning beauty of your surroundings. The clear blue sky was dotted with wispy clouds, and the ocean gleamed like a sparkling gem in the sunlight. The boat rocked ever so gently, creating a gentle lulling motion that was both calming and invigorating.

The last few days spent with Toto were nothing less than perfection. When he first brought up the idea of taking you away to celebrate your recent graduate school graduation, you were completely taken back. Toto’s lifestyle and the way he chose to spoil you was something you were still acclimating to. A romantic dinner and a movie? Sure - but to be whisked away on a yacht to the middle of nowhere was something else completely. However, you couldn’t deny that it was nice to finally have some alone time together.

Between the stress of the last few weeks of classes and the Mercedes’ team finally winning two races out of the three during the triple-header, the two of you had barely been able to see each other. After some convincing, you finally agreed to a getaway with Toto for the weekend and you didn’t regret it for a second. Wining and dining you, he had spent the last few days making sure you felt like a princess. Watching the sunset together, eating 5 star meals, taking a swim in the ocean - everything felt like it was straight out of a dream. That’s not including the white hot, passionate sex that filled every other moment of your trip. Toto knew how you treat you but he knew how to treat your body even better.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approaching made your eyes flutter open, and you turned your head to see Toto's tall figure making his way towards you. You couldn’t help but giggle at his scrunched up face and wild bed head but as your eyes trailed down his torso you took your bottom lip between your teeth. He wore a turquoise pair of swim trunks and a white button up shirt that was open in the front, exposing his chiseled torso to you.

Toto's face broke into a small smile as he spotted you lying on the deck, a relaxed expression on your features. He made his way over, settling down next to you.

"You're up early," he commented, his voice laced with a hint of surprise. "Normally, I'm the morning person in the relationship." Toto’s voice was low, gravely, and made you clench your thighs together.

“You looked peaceful. I didn’t wanna bother you.” You sat up completely, pushing your sunglasses up to sit on top of your head.

You gave him a playful smirk, still feeling a bit cheeky from your previous annoyance. "Well, even early birds need their beauty sleep, Toto," you retorted, stretching lazily like a cat in the sun.

Toto chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "True," he agreed, his eyes studying you for a moment. "Although, I have to admit, I was enjoying having the bed to myself for once."

You let out a small laugh, amused by his comment. "Oh, don't pretend you don't enjoy my nocturnal disturbances," you teased, giving him a nudge with your shoulder.

Toto feigned a look of mock offense. “Disturbances, huh?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling your relentless bed stealing habits now?”

You let out a mock sniff of disdain. "You're just jealous that my sleeping habits are way more efficient. While you're stuck in one position, I'm maximizing the available bed space," you teased, enjoying the banter.

Toto shook his head in amusement. "Maximizing bed space, huh? More like making it impossible for anyone to get a decent night's sleep."

“You didn’t complain much last night when I kept you up for some rather adult activities” you smirked and said. 

Toto's cheeks flushed slightly at your comment, the memory of the previous night's activities clearly not far from his mind. He cleared his throat, but a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, I suppose there are some benefits to your... 'bed-stealing habits,'" he conceded, his tone slightly gravelly. 

As Toto looked over to you, the sun glinted off your neck at just the right time, exposing to him that you were wearing the diamond necklace he had gotten you. A devilish grin spread across his face as he squatted down next to you and cupped your neck in his large hand, thumb tracing over the chain of the necklace.

“Here I thought you didn’t like this necklace.” Toto stated, eyes watching as his thumb moved back and forth over the crease of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that made him grin even more.

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper. The smell of his cologne clogging up your senses, making it feel as though your head was in a cloud. “Jus’ said it was too much.”

Toto's smile grew wider as he continued to toy with the necklace around your neck, noticing the effect it was having on you. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your skin.

"Ah, so you do like it, hmmm?" he teased, enjoying how his touch was making you shiver. "You're just too stubborn to admit it, Prinzessin."

You let out a breathless laugh, trying to maintain your composure despite the warmth of his touch and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. "Maybe I just don't want to stroke your ego even more," you countered, giving him a mock glare.

“You can always stroke something else of mine.” He said while looking directly into your eyes, those hazel brown eyes slowly lured you into the wood or somewhere so magically. The way Toto looked at you had always made your heart skip a beat. You didn’t know it was possible for someone to have so much love and adoration in their eyes when they looked at someone. Toto always told you that you were his greatest gift in life and he made it his mission to ensure you felt that way. Although the attention, the love, the gifts, proved to be too much at times, there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do to get that look from him for the rest of your life.

“And you’re wearing my favorite…” A single finger ran down the strap of your swimsuit top, the coldness of the finger was a stark contrast from how warm your body felt from the sun.

“Not like I had a choice. You ripped the other one yesterday.” You teased.

Toto grinned at the memory of yesterday’s escapade. The man was lucky he was rich because he had a bad habit of ripping your clothes when they didn’t come off quickly enough for his liking.

“I’ll buy you another one.” Toto quipped.

Before you had a chance to respond, he pressed his lips to yours. Almost immediately, his tongue pressed against your lips, begging for access. You could taste mint toothpaste as he swirled his tongue around yours. You sighed into the kiss, feeling your joints buckle as they typically did whenever Toto kissed you. Every kiss you shared was filled with intensity, passion, desire, and made you feel as though you were floating on air. Instead of relying on your arms to keep you upright, you wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your hands in his messy hair. Toto grinned, going down on one knee to make sure neither of you toppled to the ground. You felt your bottom lip become trapped between his teeth as he pulled away lightly, letting it go at the end.

“I want you to lay back. Can you do that for me, Liebe?” Toto cooed.

This time it was your turn to bite your bottom lip as you nodded, obediently laying back against the deck while you kept your eyes locked to his. As soon as you settled into position, Toto’s body was over yours and you couldn’t help but run your hands along his torso.

“I love seeing you underneath me.” Toto whispered, peppering kisses along your jaw line and tracing them down the column of your throat.

As Toto's lips continue their journey down your throat, sending shivers down your spine, you can't help but arch your back in anticipation. His hands are exploring your body, making your heart race with every touch. His fingers deftly unbutton your shorts, slipping inside to caress the warm skin beneath. He kisses a trail down your sternum, his hot breath making you gasp. Reaching the waistband, he pulls your shorts and panties down in one swift motion, revealing your glistening folds.

With a low growl of desire, Toto buries his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping at your swollen clit. He devours you with a hunger that borders on feral, his fingers spreading your lips wide to grant himself deeper access.

Your back bows off the deck as his tongue plunges into your aching heat, lapping at your walls with a skill that drives you wild. He sucks your clit between his lips, rolling the sensitive bud with his tongue while his fingers curl inside you, stroking that sweet spot that makes your vision blur. With a delicate flick of his tongue, Toto teases your entrance, encouraging you to arch your hips and beg for more. He plunges deep into your wetness with a gusto that has you gripping the edge of the deck

His lips form a tight seal around your throbbing clit as he suckles greedily, his tongue darting and swirling to drive you to the brink. You're a whimpering, mewling mess beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer.

Toto's tongue is relentless, stroking and circling your sensitive nub with an expertise that borders on cruel. You're a quivering, sobbing mess, your thighs clenching around his head as he feasts on your arousal.

A sigh left your lips once more as you threaded your fingers back into his chestnut hair. It felt as though every hair on your body stood up straight as Toto flickering his eyes up to meet yours, Toto leaned forward and slow up the pace. Your head fell back with a whine as your hips involuntarily jutted toward his mouth.

"Please, Toto, more.." you gasp, your hips bucking against his mouth as he ramp up the intensity. His purring vibrates against your clit, it served you so well right now.

“Oh god.” You groaned, arching your back and pushing your cunt further into his face.

Toto's tongue flickers over your clit, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your body. Your toes are curling and your legs start to shake uncontrollably as he pushes you over the edge. He pulled back slightly and gathered your folds between his fingers and squeezed them together.

“Such a pretty pussy, Prinzessin. Love seeing the way it’s dripping for me.”

Immediately he was diving back in, letting go of your folds to hold your legs back in place. The obscene slurping noises coming from between your legs had you moaning in pleasure. The feeling of his tongue prodding at your entrance made your hands fly to his hair and your legs lock over his back.

“Go on, Liebe. Use me. Fuck yourself on my tongue.” Toto mumbled, sticking his tongue out and allowing you to rock your core over it.

“Shit, shit, shit. Oh fuck, Toto, I’m-I’m gonna cum.” You squealed, increasing the speed at which you ground yourself against him.

Just like that, you felt the white hot pleasure of your orgasm rip through you, legs shaking slightly as you clenched your thighs around his head. Instead of pulling away, Toto doubled down and dug his fingers into your hips as he pushed his face further into your core. He lapped up your orgasm like he was put on this earth to do so.

The sensitivity from your last orgasm made you jerk away from him, but Toto had no intentions of letting you go.

“Come on, Schatzi. Give me one more, I know you got one more for me.”

Toto pulled back and quickly replaced his tongue with his middle and ring finger, curling them upwards as he thrusted them. At the same time he snaked his hand over the front of your swimsuit top and yanked your breasts free, making sure to pinch and tug on your nipples as he continued his rough pace.

There was no holding back the scream that erupted from your chest as you came for the second time. The orgasm that ripped through you was one that was so intense you could swear your eyes rolled all the way back into your head. Toto placed light kisses over your mound as you came down from your high.

“Good job, Schatzi. You did so good for me.”

Your eyes fluttered open slowly as Toto crawled back over you, grinning at your fucked out state. His nose traced the curve of your jaw as he waited for you to come back to. Licking your lips you pushed on his chest, signaling for him to let you up. As he sat up you followed him, only to push him down to the floor. Toto grinned at you proudly.

“Schatzi you know you don’t have to—“ Toto’s sentence was cut short with a low groan as you ran your hand over the length of him through his shorts.

Quickly ridding him of his swim trunks you took the length of him into your hand and pumped up and down a few times. You’d become wholly familiar with his anatomy in the time you’d been dating, but each time you saw his cock always felt like the first. Toto groaned, lips slightly parted as he looked down at you. Maintaining that eye contact, you leaned in and swirled your tongue around the head.

“Fffuck.” Toto breathed, gathering your hair at the top of your head so he wouldn’t miss a single view of you wrapped around his cock.

Moving down toward the bottom, you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock before taking as much of him in your mouth as you were able. Toto grunted loudly, doing his best to keep his hips from bucking up into your mouth.

“Jesus Christ. You feel so good, Liebe.” Toto praised.

You looked up at him from under your lashes as you continued to suck his cock. The blissed out look on his face made your core throb. There was something about the way you made him feel so good that you absolutely adored. You took your time, taking as much of him as you could as slowly as you could. Other men you were with liked their head messy and fast, but Toto always commented on how much he loved the way you took your time with him.

Pulling away, you continued to stroke him with your hand as you moved down to take his balls into your mouth and suck on them gently. As you began to do so, you felt his cock jump in your hand and a grin spread across your face.

“Fuck, Liebe, stop, stop.” Toto grabbed you and pulled you up.

Crashing his lips to yours, the kiss was needy and messy. Toto held your face tightly in his hands as you scrambled onto his lap. You pushed the shirt off his shoulders and Toto shrugged it off, pulling away to look at you.

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me one day, Schatzi. You make me feel so fuckin’ good.”

Positioning yourself over him, you sank down slowly on to his cock. The stretch was something you still hadn’t gotten used to, but god did it feel incredible. Each and every time you wondered how it was possible to feel so full. Toto grabbed your face and pulled you into another kiss as you allowed yourself to get used to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled away from the kiss.

“Please move, Toto.” You panted.

Toto’s hands found their way to your hips as he slowly started to help you move back and forth. A long groan came from you as you leaned your head back. Toto took the opportunity to nibble gently on your pulse point. The rock of your hips back and forth had his pelvis hitting your clit each time, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through your body.

“More, I need more.” You moaned out.

Toto wrapped his arm around your waist as he flipped you onto your back. The moment your back hit the floor, his pace increased tremendously. The lewd sound of slapping skin filled the area and you were grateful you were out in the middle of nowhere.

“You were fuckin’ made for me weren’t you, Schatzi? Goddamnit, you fit me like a fucking glove.” Toto growled, pushing your leg back even further so he could drill into you at a different angle.

You wrapped your hands around his forearm as he held on to your hip. The drag of his cock against your velvety walls had your eyes rolling into the back of your head once more. The hand that rested on your hip moved to rest on your lower abdomen right above your pelvis as he continued to piston in and out of you.

The movement only made the pressure in your abdomen increase tenfold and you could feel yourself starting to clench around him involuntarily.

“P-please, I-“

“You need to cum, hmm? My pretty girl gonna cum?”

“Please!” You yelled out as he snapped his hips particularly rough into you.

Toto placed both hands on your hips as he lifted you slightly off the ground, pounding into you with all he had. As he did so you reached your hand down your front and rubbed your clit in fast circles.

“Oh fuck, yeah. Rub your clit Liebe. Cmon, cum for me.”

After a few more snaps of his hips you felt yourself tensing up, toes curling as your third orgasm washed over you. This time your legs were shaking visibly and you groaned loudly.

“So fuckin pretty when you cum, Schatzi. Fuck.”

It was obvious that Toto was close. You could feel him twitch inside of you as well as the way his hips were beginning to falter.

“Want you to cum in me, Liebe. Wanna feel you cum in me.” You whimpered up at him.

“Fucking Christ!” Toto fell forward, hands on either side of you as he shoved his hips forward, painting your walls with his spend.

Toto remained leaning over you, pressing his forehead to yours as you moaned in tandem. Breathing in each other’s breath, you reached up and cupped his cheek. Toto wrapped his fingers around your wrist and turned his head to press a kiss to your palm, biting down on the flesh of your hand slightly. You giggled, watching him grin at your noise.

Toto pulled away from you, using the towel you had been sunbathing with to help clean you up. Toto laid down against the deck and you curled up against him, pressing a kiss to his chest as you tangled your leg with his. He stroked your hair with his hand as he pressed a kiss to your crown.

“Yeah,” he started, twirling your hair around his finger, “I’d say you deserve the moon.”

You laughed, hitting his chest for his dumb joke. Toto chuckled, taking your hand in his and lifting it up to his lips for a kiss.

“I love you, Schatzi. And I’m so proud of you.”

You could feel your heart swell at his words. Whenever you were with Toto, all you felt was love.

“I love you too, Toto. Thank you, for everything.”

The two of you remained tangled in one another while you regained your strength. The boat was quiet, the soft crashing of the waves once again soothing your senses as you let your eyes closed.

“So…” Toto’s voice brings you back to reality, “how about a round two?”

[catssluvr]

first kiss, travis martinez

travis martinez x fem!reader (1k words) (request)

in which you are travis’ first kiss.

warnings: kissing, fluff :)

꩜ ꩜

It's a perfect summer day, the sun feels slightly unbearable to be under but the tree shades provide a pleasing cooling sensation. Almost everyone has come to either swim or sit by the lake, splashes and laughter sounding through the air.

The warm breeze feels nice on your skin as you come to surface, water dripping from your soaked hair to your back.

You take a moment to catch your breath, a small smile forming on your lips as you take a look around your surroundings. Van and Tai are doing a splash war, full of giggly voices and heart eyes.

On the corner of your eyes you catch Travis a few feet away, seemingly lost in thought. He's looking at you, you realize.

You turn to catch his gaze in yours, only for a split moment as he gives you a small smile before looking away.

There's something going on between you two, you've known it for a while now. He's closer to you than any of the other girls, both of you growing more attached with every day that passes.

But there's still that awkward feeling present, that usually dissolves when you spend time together but never evolves into anything. Travis is shyer than he tries to come off as, turning into a stuttering blushing mess when you both touch.

An idea pops in your head, having to stop yourself from chuckling as you put your plan in action.

You slowly get out of the water, making your way to your towel so you can dry off before pulling your clothes on again.

Turning back to look at where Travis is still in the lake, you wait for him to notice you before motioning with your head towards the woods.

You give him no time to say anything before striding the opposite way, walking until you find the tree trunk you both usually hang at and you know he will find easily.

You sit there for only a few minutes before he shows up, looking as if he had been on a rush just moment ago and with a dishevelled hair that looks way too good not to run your fingers through it.

"What are you following me for, weirdo?" You ask smugly as he takes a sit next to you, the closeness in which he settles for making your heart skip a beat.

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes, but there's an hint of a smile on his lips.

It feels comfortable and almost natural to be close to him, to get to tease him senselessly until he's too flustered to utter a single word.

"You look like a wet dog." Your hand reaches to ruffle his hair as the excuse leaves your mouth, receiving a light shove almost immediately.

"Oh, me?" Travis raises his eyebrows with a smile full of scheme.

You hum, puffing your chest jokingly. In a swift movement, he launches himself at you, fingers coming to place tickles on your ribs.

You shriek, flinching from his ticklish touches as he comes to be practically on top of you. He chuckles above you, as unaware of the proximity as you.

"Take it back." He threatens with a smirk.

"No!" You gasp between breaths.

"You sure?" He pushes, fingers stilling for a moment of peace before returning to your ribs in full force.

"Okay- i take it back!!" Your breath comes ragged as he pulls away, hands settling on the grass on either side of you.

His breath fans your face as he looks at you, a wide smile of now victory on his face as his eyes practically sparkle. You can't help but let out one more giggle of your own.

"You're smiley for someone who's supposed to think i'm weird." Travis points.

"I'm happy." You answer lowly, honestly.

"Yeah?" He seeks confirmation, leaving behind all the usual playfulness and holding back.

"Mhm."

You feel your eyes drop to his lips, stomach fluttering at the thought of them feeling as good as they look. The slight dryness to them only has you wanting to kiss them more and change that.

"I've never done this before." He whispers close to your own lips.

You can't help but shudder at the thought, it feels even more special than it already did. And you want to be the first and last to get to touch his lips with yours.

"Do you want to?" You rub his cheek with your thumb. Making sure he's comfortable with you is still way more important than what you wish.

Travis doesn't bother to answer, capturing your lips to his in an almost desperate way as one hand comes to hold your chin so that your mouth stays glued to his.

It starts of slightly clumsily, his nose bumping into yours a few times. But he gets the hang of it rather fast, mouth moving against yours until his lips feel numb.

You have to wonder how he's so good at something he's never done, clouding over all the other times you've done it before.

He slows his lips, pressing a pecks to your lips a few times before being forced to pull away by the smiles that form on both your lips.

You giggle awkwardly as you pull away, burying your face in his shoulder.

Travis moves to sit by your side again, wrapping an arm around you so you can rest on his chest again. His heart is beating wildly against your ear, and the way he plays with the belt loops of your shorts makes you sure he's nervous.

"That was really good, Trav." You squeeze his waist affectionately.

"Okay." He nods embarrassed. You smile against his shirt, cheeks hurting from the overuse of it.

"Might have to try again to make sure though." You lighten the mood.

"Dork." He says but doesn't contest it as he untucks you from his embrace to kiss you again, humming with pleasing against your lips.

"Want to go actually swim with me instead of looking creepily?"

"Yeah, yeah. Flatter yourself." He rolls his eyes, pulling you up and wrapping his arm around your shoulder again before pressing a kiss to your temple.

You grab hold of his hand hanging from your shoulder, retributing the kiss there. Definitely happy.

[enmstorytime]

A Dare for You

Imagine, for the birthday of a friend you trust, typing up a coupon that lets your friend or partner know they have some power over your body and your humiliation. You type up the coupon carefully, designing it on Canva: “This coupon entitles you to one free...” strip tease? Naked movie night (clothing optional for the coupon holder, clothing forbidden for the coupon giver)? Outfit off my back? Opportunity to give me dissolvable swimming trunks? The world is yours to choose. You pick an expiration date. Could they get you in a week? A month? That day? Does the coupon even have an expiration date, or could they present it to you decades down the line, after you’ve forgotten they even had the coupon?

Imagine sliding that coupon about that thing that turns you on so desperately into a Birthday card, licking the envelope closed, and walking up to your friend, your heart pounding. That friend will open the card at the birthday party. Will they read the coupon out loud to everyone in the room, or will they keep it a secret between you with a nod or subtle wink to assure you they will use the coupon.

Does your heart rate pick up as you wonder if they’ll use it right that second, right at their birthday party, when they could make you the parties entertainment? Do you trust your friend to save it for a time where it’s just you? Do you trust your friend to use it then, when humiliation is at it’s most optimal level? You didn’t give any instructions about how they could use it.

And you didn’t tell them that they couldn’t make copies and give the coupons to everyone they know. Maybe more of your friends will be in on it, copies of those coupons ending up in every friend’s birthday card, so all of your friends know that you’re a kinky freak who will get naked at the promise of eyes tracing the curves of your body, lingering on your cock, your pubic hair, your ass.

Once your friend has that coupon, it’s open season on your body. You didn’t specify that they couldn’t take pictures of you naked, fulfilling the promises of your coupon. You didn’t specify that they couldn’t post that coupon online. You didn’t specify that they couldn’t make copies of the coupon so that anytime between now and its expiration they could whip out another coupon and have you whipping out your cock on their command.

Imagine this friend looking at you for the rest of the party, their eyes traveling up and down your body, their tongue darting over their lips while you and they both know that they could see all of you at any second. Imagine watching them lean in and whisper to another friend, to show that friend a scrap of paper. Imagine both friends looking at you hungrily.

Imagine as you gather for cake and ice cream, your friend says, the real dessert for the night came from your card. Your cock jumping to attention before you can even help it, before your friend even confirms what you know: that you are the dessert, that your clothing isn’t yours anymore.

Imagine him reading that coupon that you wrote about that deepest fantasy out loud to everyone at the party, and even though you only did it as kind of a joke, now there’s too much pressure, and all eyes are staring at you. Some curious. Some annoyed. Some disgusted. But some, more than you expected, are looking at you hungry, in a way they’ve never let themselves look at you because they didn’t know how easy you actually are.

And you have to take off your clothes. You have to peel off your shirt. You have to kick off your shoes. You have to lift each foot to slip off your socks. You have to wedge your thumbs into your pants, and you have to debate if it’s worth holding onto your underwear as one final reveal, or if you just want to get it over with. And you have to lose it all anyway. Within moments, you have gone from just a guy at the party to the naked guy at the party. Cock out. Hands at your sides, grin plastered on your face, half apologetic, half blissful because here you are, hard as a rock, making a scene at your best friend’s birthday party because you had the courage to ask, and he wanted to see you. All of you.

Now imagine he orders his friends to grab your arms while he claims your clothing (whether you allowed him to by coupon or not) and he insists that the clothes off your back are the best present he’s gotten today.

And you know, he’ll send you home tonight naked. After everyone has ogled your body. Squeezed wherever and whatever they want. After you’ve been milked once, twice, potentially even three times, and everyone who has wanted to taste your cum has taken a taste, and everyone who has wanted to watch your face scrunch up in the pleasure and agony of orgasm has watched your muscles tense before release, and everyone who has wanted to spread those cheeks and look at, finger, or even insert into your asshole has done so, once you have finally been used, humiliated, and pleasured beyond your wildest dream, you are allowed to get in your car, butt naked, and drive home.

How will you get from your car to your room, past your roommates or parents or neighbors?

What if you get pulled over?

[brodygold]

Twelve Days of Christmas: Day Seven

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: seven swans-a-swimming.

Brody stood at the pool’s edge, his golden jersey practically glowing in the sunlight. His stance was commanding, his sharp gaze leaving no room for doubt. “Gentlemen,” he began, his voice cutting through the air, “you’re here because the Golden Army sees potential in you. Today, you will prove whether you’re worthy of joining our most elite unit.”

One of the men, Caleb, shifted uncomfortably. He tugged at the waistband of his blue swim trunks and glanced at the pool, his apprehension plain to see. “Uh, Brody, what is that stuff? It doesn’t look… normal.”

The pool was filled not with crystal-clear water but with a thick, black liquid. It shimmered in an unnatural way, almost alive, rippling despite the absence of wind or movement. The air around it was warmer, heavier, as if the liquid emitted its own strange aura.

Brody’s piercing gaze landed on Caleb, and he smirked. “It’s not normal. It’s extraordinary. This is no ordinary tryout. What lies before you is the key to unlocking your true selves—your ultimate unity as a team. If you’re not ready to embrace that, there’s the door.” He gestured toward the exit but didn’t take his eyes off Caleb.

Most of them men took this opportunity to leave. By the end of the shuffle out of the room, only seven men remained standing in front of Brody.

Caleb swallowed hard, feeling the weight of Brody’s words. Behind him, the other men murmured nervously but didn’t move. Caleb took a hesitant step forward, his resolve wavering. “Alright, fine. I’ll go first.”

The liquid clung to Caleb’s toes as he dipped them in, warm and unnervingly smooth. It wasn’t water—it wasn’t even like oil. It was something else entirely, and it seemed to pull him in. He hesitated briefly before stepping fully into the pool. The black liquid lapped at his legs, moving as though alive.

One by one, the other men followed, some with trepidation, others with a sense of resigned determination. The liquid embraced them, covering their skin and pulling them deeper. Caleb moved into position, the liquid up to his waist now, and felt a strange tingling sensation spreading through his body.

Brody’s voice cut through the room again, authoritative and commanding. “Begin the routine you were given when you signed up. Synchronization is key. Let the liquid guide you.”

The seven men moved as one, starting with simple sculls and leg movements. Caleb quickly noticed how effortlessly his limbs moved, almost as if the liquid were helping him. The others experienced the same, their movements becoming increasingly fluid and unified. It wasn’t long before they were executing complicated spins and lifts with a precision none of them had ever achieved before.

Then, it began.

Caleb felt the liquid seeping into his swim trunks. The fabric dissolved silently, and he gasped in shock. Before he could react, the black substance surged upward, spreading over his body like a living second skin. It flowed over his waist, up his chest, and down his legs, cool and seamless, molding itself perfectly to his form.

The material hardened slightly, forming a sleek black rubber polo shirt with a high collar. Gold accents appeared along the edges, gleaming brightly as though freshly polished. His legs were covered in matching black rubber swim shorts, the material tight yet flexible, clinging to him with perfect precision. On his left leg, the number 007 shimmered in bold golden digits.

But the transformation didn’t stop there. The liquid seemed to seep into his skin, his pores absorbing it. A warmth spread through him, not just on the surface but inside. His thoughts began to fade, one by one. Caleb. His name. His life. His individuality. Each piece dissolved into the black void taking over his mind. He couldn’t stop swimming, couldn’t stop synchronizing with the others. Their movements were no longer just similar—they were identical. Perfect.

As his mind emptied, the rubber surged up his neck and over his face. A sleek black mask bubbled into existence, covering the lower half of his face entirely. It was smooth and featureless. He couldn’t see himself anymore, couldn’t remember who he had been. There was only the number, whispered over and over again in his hollow mind: 007… 007… 007.

The other men underwent the same transformation. Their uniforms and masks formed in unison, each marked with a unique number. The liquid bound them together, mentally and physically, forging them into a single entity. They no longer swam as individuals but as extensions of the same hive mind, every movement perfectly synchronized.

When the routine ended, the seven drones climbed out of the pool in perfect formation. The black liquid dripped off them but left their sleek uniforms and masks untouched. They stood at attention, motionless and silent, awaiting orders.

Brody approached, his demeanor colder, more commanding now. He strode down the line of drones, inspecting each one with a critical eye. “You are no longer men,” he declared, his voice firm and unyielding. “You are Polo Drones. Your individuality is gone. You are numbers. You obey. That is your purpose now.”

He stopped in front of 007 and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “You are 007. Remember that number. It is all you are.”

“Yes, sir,” came the monotone reply from behind the mask, devoid of any emotion. They saluted their captain automatically, the movement stiff and rigid.

Brody smirked. “Follow me, drones. Your new quarters await. You will train, you will serve, and you will obey without question."

Without hesitation, the seven drones marched after him in perfect unison, their rubber uniforms glinting under the fluorescent lights. Behind the masks, their minds were blank, their identities erased. There was no resistance, no regret—only obedience. Only the hive. Only the voice in their heads. Only obedience.

Interested in becoming a polo drone? Contact me, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001

[abstractvanity32]

Season 2

Moving to Late Night

Jenny was feeling incredibly nervous as she stood in front of her class, preparing to give a speech about the importance of environmental conservation. She could feel her hands shaking and her heart racing as she tried to focus on her notes. Just as she was about to start speaking, her friend Sarah leaned over and whispered to her.

"Hey Jenny, I know you're nervous, but I have something that might help calm your nerves," Sarah said with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jenny raised an eyebrow, unsure of what Sarah had in mind. But before she could protest, Sarah pulled out a small pouch from her bag and sprinkled a mysterious powder in the air around them. Jenny coughed as the powder filled her lungs, and suddenly, reality seemed to warp around her.

The classroom dissolved away, and Jenny found herself standing on the set of a television variety show. The bright lights dazzled her eyes as she looked around in confusion. It was then that she realized something was very wrong – she was no longer herself. Her body was changing, morphing into something entirely different.

Jenny's clothes stretched and ripped as her body grew larger and more muscular. Her hair shortened and became styled in a slick and fashionable manner. Her voice deepened, and her features hardened into a more masculine shape. Her hands and feet grew larger and more rugged, transforming her into a completely different person.

With a shock, the newly transformed Duke Zoom – realized that he was now the host of a popular late-night variety show on a low-budget network. He stood there in swim trunks and an open button-up luau shirt, exuding confidence and charm as he looked out at the audience.

Duke felt a surge of exhilaration as he took on his new identity. The transformation had imbued him with a newfound sense of power and charisma, and he knew that he was meant to be in front of the camera.

As the lights dimmed and the music swelled, Duke launched into his show with gusto, effortlessly captivating the audience with his wit and charm.

The transformation had erased all memories of Jenny's past life, leaving Duke to fully embrace his new persona. He reveled in the attention and adoration of his audience, flirting shamelessly with the female spectators and basking in the spotlight of his newfound fame.

[barcalover86]

Hey, can u do a Gavi or Pedri prank, where reader buys him those dissolvable swim trunks, and makes he wears them while there on vacation or at a pool party with friends.

Prank 2- Pablo Gavi

I really love this idea! Thank you for your request!!

I'm so sorry for the wait!

Prank 1 here

You saw days ago a tik tok where a girl pranked her boyfriend, giving him as a present some dissolvable swimsuit. You wanted to try on it so hard. You were dying to see his reaction.

That made you buy a black one, hoping that at today's pool party with his friends, he would wear it.

He was happy that you've got him a gift and that made you giggle, knowing what's going to happen.

Pablo was a watter boy. He loves to swim. Today's not gonna be different.

When you saw that, he was getting into the pool with his friends, you took your phone and started to record it.

"Why are you smiling like that, y/n?" asked Aurora.

You giggled sweetly before telling her the prank you've pulled on her brother.

"No way!" she said excited. "Oh, please, record it. I wanna see his reaction so bad!"

It didn't last, not even 5 minutes, until Pablo started to realise that there's something wrong with his shorts. He reached for it, and when he took his hand out of the water, he saw a piece of its material.

"Que!?" he said quietly, but somehow everyone heard it.

You started to laugh hard with Aurora and Pablo got really embarrassed after realising what's happened.

"Oh, who did that?" said Mario while laughing.

"Who do you think?" you said.

"You are a genius, I swear to god."

You stopped the video and you went to Gavi, while everyone was still laughing and talking about other type of pranks.

You smiled at him and he turned red.

"Amor.." he said softly and he was about to cry. You felt so bad that you've got him a towel to cover.

"Don't cry, it was just a prank." you tried to console him.

"I know and I'm not mad. I'm just so embarrassed right now. Everyone is laughing at me."

"No, no, cariño. They are not laughing at you. They are laughing about this situation. You know we all love you."

"They still laugh because I'm naked." he said before you helped him putting the towel on his body.

"They already forgot about it."

He shook his head and hid his face in your neck while starting to sob.

"Mi amor.." you said, now clearly feeling bad.

You told everyone that you are going in the house.

"Use protection, hermano!"

"Oh, shut up, ok!?" Gavi responded angry with tears in his eyes.

"No need to be mad, alright." said Mario in surrender.

Gavi took a quick shower before returning to you, sitting on his bed. You smiled at him and opened your arms to hug.

He hugged you back while you were rubbing gently his back.

"I'm really sorry.."

"It's ok."

You then kissed his lips and nose while he blushed.

"But please.. don't make such pranks to me. You have no idea how excited I was that you had gotten me a gift and how embarrassed I was when I'd got rid of it."

You nodded and he smiled.

"But still. You were so pretty with it..especially when it.. suddenly disappeared." you said with a confused face.

He laughed a bit which made you relax a bit.

"Don't make me blush more, princesita." He said while putting his nose on your neck.

He kissed it then took you into his arms to cuddle.

The next day, you talked to everyone to forget about it and when Pablo talked to his friends, no one was saying anything about yesterday.

2nd Masterlist

If you want to see prank fincs with Gavi-> @pablitogavii (she started it)

[bethanythebogwitch]

There's been a distinct lack of invertebrates on my Wet Beast Wednesday posts so let's fix that by adding sea spiders. These arthropods are notable for being probably the creepiest things i've features on this series. Like I'm not afraid of actual spiders at all, but these things give me the heebie-jeebies. And I'm exactly the kind of person who loves to spread the things that creep me out, so let's combine thalassophobia with arachnophobia for the worst of both worlds! The first thing to know about sea spiders is that the name is a lie. They aren't spiders but instead members of their own class: Pycnogonida, meaning that a more accurate name is to call them pycogonids. Another alternate clade name is Pantopoda, which means "all legs", a pretty accurate description. They are traditionally classified as chelicerates, putting them in the same subphylum of life as proper spiders. However, this may change as a few genetic studies (Regier, et al., 2010 and Sharma et al., 2014) instead place them as a sister group to all other extant arthropods. Sea spiders occupy every part of the ocean with around 1,300 documented species.

(Image: a collage of many sea spider species, courtesy of ye olde Wikipedia)

The first thing you'll likely notice about sea spiders is that their legs are much larger than their bodies. In fact, the body is so reduced that many of the internal organs have to extend into the legs because they otherwise wouldn't fit. Sea spiders have a wide range of sizes, with the smallest having a legspan of 1 millimeter and the largest having a legspan of 70 cm (2.3 ft). That is larger than my sister's dog. Most species are pretty small, with the very large specimens being the result of polar or deep-sea gigantism. Most species have 4 pairs of walking legs, but some have 5 or 6 instead. The body consists of 2 segments: a cephalothorax subdivided into a cephalon (head) and trunk, and a very tiny abdomen. The cephalon contains the first pair of legs as well as a smaller pair of legs called ovigers that are used to handle their eggs, for grooming, and courtship. Every sea spider has a proboscis on the cephalon that is their feeding appendage. Depending on species, they may also have a pair of palps and/or chelifores, smaller appendages used to manipulate food. Some species lack both the palp and chelifore and their proboscis is instead flexible and muscular. Many species have a structure on the cephalon called the ocular tubercle which contains the eyes, but some deep-sea species have lost their eyes entirely. The trunk contains the remaining legs. Finally, the abdomen is extremely reduced and almost completely vestigial.

(Image: a diagram of sea spider anatomy)

Sea spiders are carnivores, using their proboscises to pierce soft-bodied invertebrates such as cnidarians, sponges, and some worms. They have no respiratory organs. Instead, dissolved oxygen diffuses into the body through the legs. A small and long heart beats at 90 to 180 beats per minute, circulating hemolymph (bug blood) through the central body and giving them a high blood pressure. Oxygen in the legs is transported through repetitive motion called peristalsis in the parts of the digestive tract that extends into the legs. Sea spiders can move both by walking and swimming, which they achieve by beating their legs in a motion similar to opening and closing an umbrella.

(image: a sea spider riding a jellyfish)

Birds do it, bees do it, and weird underwater spider-beasts do it. With the exception of one known hermaphroditic species, all spiders are dioecious, which is a fancy way of saying they have distinct males and females. During mating, the male will climb on the female and they arrange themselves until their reproductive gonopores (which are eon the legs of course) line up. The female them releases her eggs, which the male fertilizes and catches with his ovigers. The male carries the eggs until the larvae are born, with the female providing no further care. Larvae are very simple, consisting of a head with the only appendages being the ovigers, palps, and chelicerae. The trunk, abdomen, and legs develop as the larva grows. Instead of growing the legs all at once, they will grow in during sequential molts. Some have suggested that the development of the larvae parallels the evolution of the ancestor of arthropods, starting out very simple and gradually evolving more complex structures. Scientists have observed 4 types of larvae: the typical protonymph, atypical protonymph, encysting, and attaching. Typical protonymph larvae are the most common and become free-swimming after hatching. Atypical protonymphs are similar, but will eventually find another animal to live on or in. Encysting larvae will find a polyp colony and burrow in. It then encases itself in a cyst and will not leave until developing into a juvenile. Attaching larvae remain attached to their father's oviger until developing into juveniles.

(Image: a male carrying his eggs)

(Image: a larva)

[fkinkindagauche]

PANDO - Fossora

Chapter 4 of my @eddiemunsonbigbang is up today! See this post for the full information on the fic.

Summary:

Steve and Eddie continue to grow closer while Eddie explores his fungus. The group discover a new issue plaguing Hawkins.

Content warnings/tags specific to Chapter 4 - very mild self-harm while Eddie experiments with his fungal abilities; continued references to medical equipment/treatment with TPN; more body horror, as usual

Read it on AO3: Chapter 4 - Fossora. Excerpt below.

Her fossorial claw digs downwards, dissolves old pain Dug down to rot, decomposes debris Degrades sorrows, hair and hooves

-Björk , “Fossora”

By the time June rolls around, Eddie feels like a permanent fixture in the Harrington house. Steve’s parents decided to spend the summer in the South of France. While their lifestyle completely blows Eddie’s mind, their abandonment of Steve is achingly familiar to him. It doesn’t seem to bother Steve, but Eddie remembers the years he spent with an absent father after his mother died. He can’t imagine what it would have felt like to spend all his teenage years alone, without Wayne.

“Are you upset?” Eddie asks, after Steve hangs up the phone.

Steve looks confused. “No, why would I be? If they came back, you’d have to leave.”

“I mean, I’m sure we could figure out some sort of solution for me, if they were coming back,” Eddie says, shifting awkwardly. 

Steve shakes his head. “I’d much rather have you here than them,” he says, off-handed, like he has no idea what that statement does to Eddie. “I used to get lonely when they were gone for a while, but now I have you around.” 

Eddie squashes down his immediate pleased reaction, trying to keep himself from getting too excited. Steve’s parents are probably just complete and total assholes, and anyone would be better than having them around, or being alone. This is not an Eddie-specific situation for Steve. He just thinks it’s nice to have someone around. 

It’s the first warm weekend since Steve got the pool ready for the summer. Later that day, the kids all come over, along with Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan. Everyone makes a beeline for the patio, dropping articles of clothing as they go, revealing swimsuits, and, in Steve’s case, his unfairly perfect body. 

Eddie stares down at himself, fully clothed. He had managed to avoid thinking about how spending the summer in a house with a pool meant he would be expected to be frequently shirtless. Dustin is the only one besides Steve who has seen the damage done to Eddie’s body. He’s been wearing long sleeves and pants even with the warming weather, covering all but the patch on the right side of his neck and face. He tugs at the sleeve on his shirt, biting his lip.

Steve hangs back after the others have gone outside. “Are you coming out?” he asks, voice soft, eyes kind, as Eddie tries very hard not to rake his eyes down the expanse of chest hair that he wants to bury his face in. Eddie knows Steve can tell what’s bothering him. Steve became frighteningly good at deciphering Eddie over the past months, a feat only Gareth, Jeff, and Doug had managed previously. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie says, looking away from him.

“You don’t even have to change. You can just sit out with us,” Steve says. “But if you did change, you know nobody would care.”

Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t want them to see me,” he says, voice quiet. 

Steve nods. “Alright. Please come out, though?” 

Eddie sighs and follows Steve outside. He knows Steve will be upset if he stays in the house alone all afternoon, and he hates seeing Steve upset. He especially hates it if he’s the reason Steve is upset.

No one says anything when Eddie walks outside still fully clothed. Eddie knows rationally that Steve is right - they also wouldn’t say anything if he walked out in just swim trunks. But he doesn’t know if he could handle seeing the shock and pity on their faces. Steve is no longer shocked when he sees Eddie shirtless, walking to and from the shower or getting changed for sleep, but he remembers the way he looked at him at first. He can’t handle more of that from the others. 

He sits in one of the lounge chairs in the shade, near Nancy and Jonathan. He watches as the kids, along with Steve and Robin, jump screaming into the pool, the weather not quite warm enough yet to make up for the cold of the pool water. 

He turns to Nancy and Jonathan. They seem off today. They’re sitting far from each other on a lounge chair, not touching. The atmosphere is tense. They must be fighting again. They always seem to be fighting lately. 

“How’s it going?” Eddie asks awkwardly. 

Nancy turns to him and gives him a shaky smile. “Great. Everything’s great,” she says. Super convincing. 

“Wanna smoke?” Jonathan asks Eddie, pulling a joint from behind his ear. Nancy gets up and walks away abruptly with a scoff.

“Whoa,” Eddie says, turning to Jonathan. “Trouble in paradise?” 

“Paradise lost, more like,” Jonathan says, lighting the joint. “We broke up this morning. She’s grown tired of my laissez-faire attitude about my future.”

“Shit. Sorry, man,” Eddie says. Jonathan doesn’t really seem that upset, but then again he kind of always just seems high.

Jonathan shrugs, takes a few hits then passes the joint to Eddie. “It’s alright. Was a long time coming. Just kind of awkward timing, since we were supposed to be brat wrangling today.”

Eddie takes the joint, bringing it to his mouth. It’s hard for him to actually get high now. Whatever the fungus has done to his body seems to make him resistant to it, but he still likes the way it tastes and feels to smoke a joint. 

He starts to get uncomfortable in his long sleeves and jeans as the day heats up. He watches everyone in the water while he sweats in his chair. He pulls his hair back, which he hadn’t done lately given how much it exposes the gray patch on his neck and face, but it’s all he can think of to make the heat bearable short of losing some clothes. 

He catches sight of Steve watching him as he pulls it back, eyes trailing down his neck with an intent look on his face. Eddie feels immediately embarrassed. Apparently Steve can’t handle the way it looks, but he’s too fucking hot to care at this point. No one else makes a big deal out of it. He feels a little annoyed with Steve.

Robin comes up after a while, dripping water onto Eddie’s jeans. “You know none of us would care if you changed into a swimsuit, Eddie. We’re not gonna make a big deal out of it,” she says with her characteristic bluntness.

Eddie snorts. “Steve was sure making a big deal about me just putting my hair up,” he says bitterly. “Probably doesn’t want all the rest of you to have to be subjected to the horrors of Eddie Munson’s body.”

Robin makes a weird choked noise, something halfway between a laugh and a groan. “I don’t think that’s why he was staring at you, Eddie,” she says. And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

“Whatever, Buckley. You’re just gonna have to deal with being denied access to this Baywatch bod, because I’m staying fully clothed,” he says, leaning back in his chair and putting sunglasses on.

It’s not until later, when they’re all out of the pool waiting for Steve to finish grilling, that someone first brings up the crop blight. 

“Have you guys heard about all these crop die-offs?” Nancy asks. “They were talking about it at the Post today.” 

“Yeah, we rode past some of the fields today,” Dustin says excitedly. “You don’t think…?” he trails off, eyes going wide. 

“The tunnels?” Steve asks, turning around from the grill and looking a little horrified. “No way. Vecna’s dead!” 

“You’ve gotta admit it’s kind of weird, though,” Dustin continues. “Does anyone know what’s causing it?” 

Nancy shakes her head. “Not yet. It wasn’t too bad at first, so people weren’t paying much attention, but it’s spreading fast.”

“Do we need to, like, check?” Mike asks. “Dig underneath again, make sure nothing’s there?” 

“What are you guys talking about?” Robin asks. “I figured it was just another evil corporation dumping run-off or something.” 

“Yeah, I’m not even sure I know what you’re talking about here. What tunnels?” Jonathan asks.

“Thank you,” Eddie says. Robin and Jonathan seem to be the only other people who don't know what they’re all talking about. “I second that question.”

Dustin sighs. “The year before all the stuff went down at Starcourt, remember there were those huge crop die-offs around Halloween?” Robin nods, but Jonathan and Eddie look at him blankly, and Dustin sighs. “Wow, you guys aren’t very observant. Well, there were crop die-offs, and it was because all the freaky vines from the Upside Down were making a bunch of tunnels under Hawkins. How do you not remember this, Jonathan?” 

“I was kind of busy worrying about my brother,” Jonathan says, bristling.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Okay, well, maybe we should investigate? See if it’s something Upside Down-related.”

Steve looks like he wants to argue, but Robin cuts in. “I agree. Better safe than sorry.”

“There’s a big field that’s affected out on County Road 4,” Nancy says. “We could probably check it out without getting caught. It’s pretty deserted out there.”

They set up a time to meet the following morning, and after they eat Nancy forces everyone back into her station wagon, leaving Eddie and Steve alone again. 

Steve looks at Eddie once they hear the car roll away. “It’s only 7, we’ve still got an hour before you have to start TPN. Wanna swim now?” 

Eddie shrugs, pulling a bit of hair in front of his face. “Nah, that’s alright.”

Steve frowns. “You don’t like swimming?”

Eddie shrugs again. “I mean, I like it, but…” he trails off, gesturing down at his body.

Steve rolls his eyes. “I think you have a really skewed idea of what you look like, man. They’re just some gray patches. No more noticeable than my demobat scars.” Steve pulls his shirt up to show Eddie the scars in question, having no idea what that flash of bare skin does to him.

“Your scars don’t sprout fungal mycelia when you get a little too excited,” Eddie says. 

“I like your mycelia,” Steve says, and he sounds like he means it. Eddie feels like he’s just been dropped down the hill of the biggest roller coaster at Cedar Point, what’s left of his stomach dropping out from under him. He can’t handle the sensation, so he deflects.

“You’re fucking weird, Harrington,” Eddie says, smiling so Steve knows he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. “You’ve got that normal, wholesome, boy-next-door vibe going, but you don’t have me fooled anymore. Stone-cold weirdo.”

Steve smiles, delighted. “I’m amazed it took you this long to catch on.” He stands up, pulling his shirt off. “Come on, I’m not gonna let you go inside until you’ve been in the pool.” 

“I don’t have my bathing suit on,” Eddie protests. Steve lets out a little huff of annoyance. He  moves faster than Eddie would have thought possible to pick Eddie up by the waist off the chair. Steve turns to hurl him into the pool.

Eddie doesn’t even have time to recover from the shock of Steve’s arms around him before he’s plunged into cold water. He surfaces, spluttering and pushing globs of hair out of his face, just in time to see Steve cannonball into the water. 

“What the fuck, Harrington!” Eddie yells when Steve emerges from the water. “Fucking rude!”

“You were being obstinate,” Steve replies, shaking his head and flinging water everywhere. “I had to take matters into my own hands.” He swims over to Eddie.

“I was about to agree and go get changed!” Eddie protests, shoving Steve on the shoulder. “Now I’m going to drown from the weight of wet jeans.” 

“There’s an easy solution for that,” Steve says. “Take them off.”

“There are easier ways to get me to take off my clothes, Stevie,” Eddie says. The words leave his mouth before he fully realizes what he’s saying. He blushes bright red as Steve’s mouth falls open. He’s in too deep now. Things would just get even more awkward if he lets on exactly how much he did not mean to say that. He turns away from Steve and takes off his jeans. 

He throws them onto a chair once he has them off, thanking his lucky stars that he wears boxers and not briefs. The long-sleeved shirt is also weighing him down, so he takes it off. When he turns back around, Steve is still staring at him, eyes going up and down Eddie’s body. He has a weird look on his face that Eddie doesn’t know how to interpret. 

“What happened to ‘not even as noticeable as my scars’?” Eddie asks, voice coming out more snappish than he’d intended. “You’re making me feel like a freak.” He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to cover as much of his skin as he can. He looks away from Steve, eyes skating over to the chlorine floater bobbing around the pool.

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” Steve says, swimming over to him. “That wasn’t - I don’t - I think -” He lets out a frustrated sigh after the three aborted sentences. “You don’t look like a freak at all.” His voice is soft and sad. Eddie looks back at Steve, wrenching his eyes from the floater.

Steve has a pleading look in his eyes. “I think you look great,” Steve adds once Eddie is looking at him. “Really great.” He’s so earnest that Eddie almost believes him. Too bad there’s no way Steve Harrington would ever think Eddie Munson looks “really great”. But Eddie’s willing to play along if it will keep Steve from feeling bad about it. 

“Alright,” he says, and dives into the water, swimming away from Steve. 

Read the rest on AO3: Chapter 4 - Fossora.

red divider by @/saradika-graphics

[almostourgalaxy]

Run-In

You’ve never liked being out in the open. There’s too many dangers when you can’t duck and cover at the nearest sign of something going wrong.

You’re quickly learning that there’s also things to fear with closed spaces. Though you can’t really call the swamp you’re wading through “closed off”. The trees are spaced out well enough, but that doesn’t help you see anything when steam rolls through the gaps, pouring from geysers and cracks in the ground. The water around you bubbles and hisses, intermingled with acid strong enough to eat through bone, and the air stinks of some kind of sweet rot. You struggle to keep your balance on the rotting log you’re walking on. If you fall, you will die, if you breathe too much of the air here without some kind of mask, you die.

It’s hard to believe anything lives here, but the trees around you and the not so distant sounds of wildlife calling and moving through them tell you otherwise. A few strides from where you stand now, the water ripples, and a massive catfish swims beneath you. It bumps the underside of the log, and you hear Icarus yelp as his foot slips, before Pantra catches him.

Your mother’s a few steps in front of you, her ears twitching as she listens intently. You recall the warning you received from the bronze blood you met in the village south east of here.

Smokebile Swamp. The northmost part of “his” hunting grounds. You didn’t know who “he” was, and the bronze wouldn’t say. The warning had been enough to put you all on edge.

There’s a clearing up ahead, just high enough above the water that the ground looks dry. You all decide to take a moment to catch your breath, though your mother never takes her eyes off the water.

Icarus chuckles nervously after a few minutes, and nudges your shoulder. “I grew up around here,” He says, laughing like he doesn’t actually think it’s funny, “Just Ψouth of thiΨ Ψwamp.” You tilt your head, asking without asking as to why he left.

“My, uh… my luΨuΨ died when the OrphanerΨ decided to Ψhift their hunting ground north.” He’s stopped laughing now, and something cold curls in your stomach. You start to reach for him, to say something, but he grabs your wrist, shaking his head.

“I culled the baΨtard that did it, and the other three are long dead now.” He’s more upset than he sounds, you can tell. You decide to leave it alone, for now. 

You turn to try and say something to Pantra, to tell her to get ready to move out. She’s staring up at a tree across from you, trembling and you suddenly find yourself aware of a dull crunching, squelching sound coming from one of the lower branches.

You will never understand how you didn’t see him sooner. He’s massive, at least twice your height, and double that in length, with a mangled face and leg. His tail wraps around the trunk of the tree he’s lounging in, and you can see what’s left of the mangled corpse he’s tearing into from here. The realization that the body has fingers makes your stomach turn.

He’s a seadweller, and he’s staring at you, even as he eats. Icarus’ breath hitches as he and your mother spot him a second after you do. The violet blood eyes you, almost bored, until his remaining eye locks onto the gold blood amongst you, and he snarls.

He’s out of the tree and barreling towards you before you can blink. You barely leap out of his way, and he crashes into the water, giving you an opportunity to scramble in the opposite direction. You pass the tree he was in, and the sight of the small corpse being rapidly dissolved in the swamp’s acidic waters has you fighting back bile.

You hear him behind you, bellowing and shrieking in wordless rage. The sound of water sloshing tells you he gives not a single fuck about the possibility of getting melted by acid, as long as he gets to maul you first.

Icarus is outstriping all of you, panting heavily and refusing to look back as he leaps from log to rock across the swamp. You’re barely keeping ahead of the snarling highblood behind you, even on all fours.

Pantra has taken the parkour route, springing from tree to tree, and your mom is scrambling a step ahead of you, barely managing to avoid falling into the water.

Icarus darts sideways suddenly, scrambling up a steep outcrop and wedging himself into a crevice, you feel him snatch your hood and drag you in, your mother and Pantra following swiftly. 

The ground heaves when the violet blood slams against the opening, snapping and roaring, shoving an arm in after you and flailing blindly. It takes you a second to realize he’s trying to pry the crevice open with his other arm, and you lash out, tearing open the back of his hand.

He falls back with an enraged shriek, before retreating into the water. You don’t let that bring your guard down. Instead, you look back at Icarus, who’s hunkered down behind you. His head’s in his hands, and you can hear him gasping for air.

“He’Ψ ΨuppoΨed to be dead,” He pants, looking up at you through tears, “I culled him! His fucking face exploded, I CULLED HIM-” Your mother grabs his shoulders, pulling him to her chest, and he sobs.

Pantra shivers beside you, and rasps something under her breath. You glance at her, and she says it again, louder, so you can all hear.

“That’s Dualscar, I think,” She’s staring at the opening, at the swamp, “He’s the Emewsary’s Hound, her Orfurner. My pride and I… we used to hunt with his mentors sometimes.” There’s a thick silence that follows, and you recall Icarus’ words from earlier.

“We’re in his hunting grounds,” You whisper, “And Icarus tried to cull him. That’s two strikes against us.”

A high, chittering screech echoes through the swamp. You see your mother tense, and Pantra grabs her shoulder. It sounds like a grub being strangled.

Some deep, animal part of you knows it’s not. There are no lusi this far north, not during the bright season. The sound rips through the air again, and Pantra has to drag your mother backwards to stop her from lurching past you.

It doesn’t matter. A second later he slams into the open again, this time managing to force his upper body through. He’s snarling incoherently, trying to grab at Icarus, who screams and pushes his back against the wall. The Orphaner ignores you completely, until Pantra slams a rock into his head.

He jolts, going quiet for a second before he looks up at your Matesprit, completely unimpressed.

“I taught you better than that, Cub-Kin.” The words are flat, and Pantra hisses in response, before his arm slams into her chest, and she slumps over, wheezing, “Dad taught you better too.” 

He turns his attention to you now, grinning with a sudden clarity.

“Hello, bright-blood,” He rasps, about half a second before your mother’s teeth lock into his throat and he screams, lurching back.

He clutches his throat as he staggers in the water, growling and groaning in pain. Blood flows thickly under his palm, splashing into the water beneath him in thick streams. Your mother’s jaw is coated in blood, and she bares her teeth, still snarling.

You hear the familiar sound of electricity buzzing, but when you look back at Icarus, there’s no sparks. Dualscar is still grumbling in rage as you realize where the sound is coming from.

He lurches forward again, and you see the bolts racing across his body as he moves.

A sudden rumble in the ground makes him freeze. Your bones feel like they’re going to vibrate out of your skin, and your eyes sting with pins and needles. For a too long moment, the whole world feels like it’s rattling.

Dualscar eyes you like he still wants to eat you, but turns and slinks off into the swamp without another word.

You grab Pantra as soon as you’re sure he isn’t coming back, and haul ass out of that swamp.

[lanaconfesses]

"Save me or I’ll die from sadness right now."

That’s the message I send to Adrian. He replies immediately (once, he confessed that he has a special notification sound just for our chat).

"What did he do this time?"

I don’t know how, but it feels like Adrian can sense everything in my head and soul. I’m starting to worry he can read thoughts – at least mine.

"How do you know it’s about Alex?"

Alex is my… well, it’s complicated. We started dating last Christmas, broke up in May, and hadn’t talked until September – he blocked me, leaving me alone with three awful months of pure hysteria. Just as I was starting to recover from everything, he unblocked me and wrote (partly thanks to my bestie, but I’ll tell you that story another time), and now he writes every so often – maybe once a month. And a couple of weeks ago, we somehow confessed our love for each other, and now it’s just a complete mess trying to figure out what the hell is going on between us.

"Who else could it be about?"

I exhale and finally decide to vent to Adrian, even though he already dislikes Alex enough.

"Well, nothing specific really. It’s just that his replies are so cold, I can feel the chill through the screen. Like he doesn’t even care. I get it, depression and all that, but…"

"Little shit. Don’t cry over him, princess. Want me to do something to make you feel better?"

And that’s how I ended up in Adrian’s car that evening. He showed up under my building as a surprise – told me to come down, we’re going for a ride.

So now we’re driving through the city at night – no particular destination, just cruising. I happily admire the city lights like a cat at Christmas tree. Adrian laughs at me and drives, playing the music I like. First, we hit the city highway – speeding through downtown. Neon signs – blue, pink, purple. Traffic lights – red, yellow, emerald. The lights in the windows – white. Street lamps – blue and orange. My eyes dissolve into all these colors, unfocus, relax. Alex’s face finally fades away (whether my eyes are open or closed).

Then we drive onto a road that takes us between the city park and the lake. My body melts into the passenger seat. I imagine I’m lying on the water – on the surface of the cold December lake. I’m lying there, drifting on small waves, not sinking, not swimming, just lying. Under me, huge catfish swim, as big as logs, looking like tree trunks fallen into the water, but I don’t care. I’m just lying there, staring at the starry sky. Alex is probably looking at it too right now – standing on his balcony, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"Are you already asleep, kid?" Adrian laughs at me.

"Don’t call me a kid," I pretend to be offended, but the satisfied smile betrays my insincerity.

Adrian calls me that a lot, and honestly, he has every right to. He’s older than me – he’s 27, I’m 20, and he’s known me since I was literally a kid. Our families have been friends for a long time, so Adrian used to babysit me during family gatherings. He probably wasn’t thrilled about it back then, but as you can see, he still babysits me now.

"Are you not so sad anymore?" he asks, concern in his voice.

I shake my head, though I’m still sad – it’s just that at least now I don’t feel abandoned or unwanted. I’m tempted to snap a photo and post it on social media so Alex can see that I’m out with someone, but I don’t do it – he (unfortunately or fortunately) isn’t stupid and would figure out that I did it on purpose for him. And I don’t want that. I’ve already humiliated myself enough in front of him.

"So, maybe you’ll tell me what happened between you two?"

I flinch, remembering. I’m angry at Alex, even though I’m still in love with him. It’s such a weird feeling – loving and being furious at the same time. You know, something in between "I hope you die" and "I’ll die without you."

"Well, nothing...," I exhale heavily. "It seems to be sorting itself out. We started texting a little. But he doesn’t reply for a long time, doesn’t read my messages, answers unwillingly... I asked if he even wanted me to write, and he said ‘I’m all for it.’ I just don’t understand what’s going on. Alex is… well, Alex."

Adrian laughs and shakes his head.

"And the most important thing I feel is that he still loves me. It’s just that his love is so strange. It’s like… it’s not really love at all."

"Love can be different," Adrian says philosophically as he turns onto a narrow two-lane road on the other side of the lake. The streetlights flicker in different colors, and I stare again like a cat at a Christmas tree. "Just because he loves you differently than you’d like doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you at all. Besides, you said he’s depressed."

"Depressed," I sigh, confirming. "I know. It’s just so hard for me. I want everything to be completely different from how it is."

"Distance also plays a role," Adrian continues to comfort me. "If you were in the same city right now, you’d already have gone on a few dates, kissed in some dark alley, and your love would have flared up again."

"If we were in the same city, we wouldn’t have broken up!" I scoff. "Everything got ruined with that rushed attempt to live together."

"Well, screw it," Adrian shrugs. "You can see for yourself, something brought you two back together anyway. Give the guy a chance to get out of his depression, after all."

"Since when are you defending him?" I laugh.

"If I say everything I really want to, you’ll scratch my eyes out, and we’ll crash somewhere."

I laugh. It’s true: only I can say nasty things about Alex, and only when I’m justifiably angry with him. And I’m always justifiably angry because I’m such a fair person and definitely not an overly emotional girl, I swear.

"Hungry?"

It’s not that my stomach is hungry, but I have a very bad habit of eating away sadness, anger, tears, and pretty much everything else.

"A little."

We stand by the McDonald's until we've eaten everything we ordered. I've always envied Adrian for being able to eat as much as he wants and stay as skinny as a dried fish – I wish I had that superpower too. He's finishing his third burger, choking on laughter from my jokes, while I can't finish my one single burger, still laughing at some nonsense, even though I know that tomorrow morning, after this midnight snack, it's probably better not to step on the scale.

It’s snowing outside. Against the streetlight, I can see how tiny snowflakes fall slowly, spinning in the air. Our jackets are on the back seat, and I also envy Adrian for having the superpower to go outside in just a turtleneck and not freeze. Lana Del Rey is singing about the West Coast on the radio, and it contrasts so much with the landscape outside the windshield that I feel like I'm in a dream.

"Not so angry anymore?" Adrian laughs, biting into a nugget.

"I think I overate" I groan, weakly leaning back on the seat and gently patting my stomach.

Adrian chuckles softly.

"What could you have overeaten? Are you on your diets again? "

I've been on diets for as long as I can remember, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been losing weight, then slipping and gaining it back. During the three months I was lying in bed, crying 24/7, I gained weight from stress, so now it's that period when I'm trying to lose it again. The endless circle of diets in my life. It would break if I had the strength to get into the habit of normal eating and some exercise, but I’m either too lazy or too weak-willed.

"No, I’m not on a diet," I deny, because Adrian will scold me if I admit it. He’s the type of person who constantly tells me that losing weight this way is dangerous, but who listens to him? Maybe someday I’ll get tired of it all, and I’ll actually listen to his advice, but probably not in this life. "It’s just that I can’t eat as much in one go as you."

He bursts out laughing. Adrian never believes me when I say I get full eating so little. No one really believes me. Maybe they would if I were thin, but I’m not.

He wipes his mouth and hands with the napkin I kindly offered, tucks his long dark-blonde hair behind his ears (it came out of the knot on the back of his neck), and drinks some cola.

"Should I take you home, or do you want to stop at the gas station with me and drive around a bit more?"

I don’t want to go home – there, I’ll lock myself in my room and cry over Alex again. So, the bright lit-up “M” fades behind us, and we head to the outskirts of the city.

At the gas station, Adrian gets out to fill up the tank and pay, while I stay in the car and sing along. Honestly, after the burger and Fanta, my mood has improved. Even though the song is sad (it’s Lana Del Rey! whose other songs can exist for you in the period when you are suffering because of a boyfriend?), I’m almost dancing in my seat, imagining I’m singing on stage, occasionally looking at Alex in the audience, who’s shedding a solitary tear, realizing from the lyrics how deeply he’s hurt me with his behavior. And I sing to him, and to thousands of other cold, distant guys who can’t return their girlfriends’ love. Too bad it's just fantasy, and even if it were true, Alex wouldn’t care about what I’m singing about. A sad song is just a sad song, what’s there to think about?

It’s not that he changed in any special way. From the very beginning of our relationship, he wasn’t very open with his affections – that’s just who he is. Along with his natural secrecy and phlegmatic nature, he also has depression and struggles with studying, so blaming him is truly pointless. But I still wanted our relationship to look different. I wanted to go on dates with him, kiss under streetlights, send each other cute love memes in the chat, and feel… well, you know, like a girl who has a boyfriend. I bite my cheek, unwilling to admit the real thought that’s been running through my mind all evening: it should have been Alex driving me around the city at night, feeding me at McDonald's, and entertaining me with funny jokes, not Adrian. Although, Alex doesn’t have a driver’s license or a car, but you get what I mean.

Adrian comes back with a couple of my favorite candy bars and insists on pushing them into my hands.

"Here, keep them in case you get hit with another love slump."

I laugh weakly and put the candy bars in my purse. Something tells me I’ll end up eating them tonight, to the sound of sad songs (I have a separate playlist called “him❤️‍🩹” filled with a bunch of sad songs, what a shame, yeah?), if I don’t forget they’re in my purse and they don’t melt.

"Come on, stop moping," he pats me encouragingly on the shoulder. "Two depressed people in one couple is a bit too much. Someone has to stay alright."

I laugh out of obligation, tilt my head on my shoulder, and admire the snowstorm that’s gotten stronger while we were at the gas station. Something tells me that tonight, in my journal, I’ll draw myself with Alex, dreaming about what could have been if it had been him, instead of Adrian, tonight.

[espithewarlock]

Happy @1016week! Day 5 - Boat!

This is Part 3 of my 'Love in a Minute' series! (Part 2 & Part 4 have been released, Part 1 will be on Day 7! They can be read in any order!)

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They were finishing up a lovely day out on the water, just the two of them out on Charles’ boat in the middle of the sea. Charles had been about to restart the engine to bring them back to the dock when Pierre had other ideas. He peeled Charles’ swim trunks down as he pushed him into the captain’s chair and spread his legs.

He had a plan, of course. An ulterior motive. While Charles was otherwise distracted a few minutes earlier, Pierre had pulled out the small box he had hidden away in his bag and slipped the ring into the pocket of his own swim trunks.

Now that Charles was properly blissed out, breathing heavily and coming down from his high, Pierre grabbed the hand that was tangled in his hair and slipped the ring onto Charles’ fourth finger.

It took Charles a full minute to notice. Once he did, he startled and jerked forward, nearly kicking Pierre from where he was still kneeling.

“Pierre, what the hell is this?” Charles practically shouted, eyes flashing between the ring and Pierre’s amused smile.

“Are you saying no?”

“Am I saying…what the fuck…I’m not…you haven’t even asked me a question!”

“It doesn’t seem like I need to,” Pierre shrugged lightly and let his smile curl the corners of his lips.

Charles groaned and put his hands over his face. “I am not telling people that you proposed by giving me a blowjob on my boat and then slipped a ring onto my finger when I wasn’t even looking!”

“Why not? That’s what happened.”

Charles actually kicked him for that one and Pierre couldn’t help but laugh at the glare on his face. The glare held for a few seconds, then Charles dissolved into the most adorable giggles.

“Oh my God, Pierre. Please. I am begging you to ask me properly so I can look maman in the face when I tell her we’re engaged.”

Pierre gave a long, suffering, exaggerated sigh. “Well, if it’s for Pascale, then I suppose I must,” he looked up at Charles innocently and cleared his throat, “will you, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Lecle–”

Charles smacked his shoulder. Hard. Pierre started laughing again and brought one of his hands up to protect himself.

“You are impossible,” Charles muttered, “be serious. Please.”

Despite the words, there was amusement and entertainment in his eyes and a smile on his face. Pierre knew that Charles wasn’t mad, far from it really, but he also knew that he had teased the other man long enough.

Pierre straightened himself and grabbed Charles’ hand, rubbing his thumb gently over the ring that he had already placed there. He knew exactly what he wanted to say.

“Charles,” he started softly, feeling him relax at the more serious tone, “Calamar. Mon amour. I have loved you from the moment I met you. The first time we kissed, I knew what true perfection was. There is so much I love about you, from your brilliance, to your determination, to your compassion and love for the world. You are my perfect partner, my soulmate, my whole world, and I want to be by your side for the rest of my life.”

He took a deep breath and stared up into Charles’ green eyes that seemed to be shining with happy tears. “Charles Leclerc, will you marry me?”

There was a pause where it looked like Charles was too choked up for words, then a mischievous grin curled over his face.

“I don’t know,” Charles said lightly, “some asshole just put this ring on my finger and assumed–”

Pierre threw his head back and laughed loudly, standing up and pulling Charles up with him. “Now who’s the one not being serious?” he teased, tilting their foreheads together and wrapping his arms around Charles’ waist.

He felt Charles’ arms come up around his shoulders and hug him close. Pierre absolutely adored the way that Charles’ eyes sparkled and his dimples gave away how happy he truly was.

“You know,” Pierre continued slowly, “I’m going to tell both of our Pascales that you called me an asshole instead of answer–”

“Yes, of course I’ll marry you, Pierre Gasly, you idiot,” Charles connected their mouths together, before Pierre could retort, and swallowed his laughter.

They kissed slowly and sweetly for a few seconds, then Pierre felt bubbles building up in his chest. He bent his knees slightly to get a more secure grip around Charles’ waist and lifted him up so he could spin them around.

The bubbles spilled out into gleeful laughter for both of them. Pierre had never felt this light and happy before with his fiancé…his fiancé…in his arms.

He knew, of course, that Charles was going to say yes. They had talked about getting married and decided together that it was something they wanted to do.

Still, knowing that Charles was going to say yes and actually hearing it out loud were two very different things. Pierre couldn’t hold back the grin that threatened to split his face open and he didn’t want to.

After a few seconds of spinning to the sound of Charles’ delighted laughter, he set his fiancé back down as the boat rocked gently under their feet.

They breathed together for a bit, simply existing in each other’s spheres as the happiness and satisfaction of the day washed over them.

Pierre could feel Charles’ wrist twist against his shoulder and he turned his head to see Charles flexing his fingers in the sunlight.

“This ring is gorgeous, Pierrot,” Charles said, almost absently as he admired the piece of jewelry.

It truly was lovely in its simplicity. It was a black ring that sparkled in the sunlight with tiny black diamonds and had a thin, white-gold band in the center.

Pierre had visited several stores to find one that fit Charles’ masculinity and his love of fine jewelry, without being plain or boring. This ring suited him perfectly and Pierre was incredibly satisfied to see it resting in its permanent home.

“You’re gorgeous,” Pierre retorted, leaning in to kiss Charles’ cheek and hearing him giggle in response.

“Stop it, you sap,” Charles playfully tried to push him away and escape.

Pierre only tightened his arms in response and chased Charles’ lips with his own. “Never,” he promised, kissing him deeply, “you’re stuck with me forever now.”

[aajjks]

bunny kooks reaction to noona giving him dissolving swim trunks at the beach? 😂

HE WOULD THINK THAT NOONA IS VERY EVIL.

My guy is going to be SO embarrassed I just know he’s going to be very much embarrassed…. “NOONA WHYYYY?!!!!!!”

[oneforthemunny]

reader gave eddie those dissolvable swim trunks!

omg

someone write this.

this feels very brat!reader like she does it and then runs away and won't give him a towel LMAO. it's just the two of them at steve's but still.

[cttbo-blog]

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[cleverhottubmiracle]

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Who is this for?: In terms of the calendar, Curve Black’s warm, spicy, and woody aroma is ideal for wearing in fall and winter. You can pair this cologne with any dark-colored clothing to enhance its sophisticated nighttime vibe. Consider spraying less if you want to wear it at the office. Flaws but not deal-breakers: This is a long-lasting scent. Not everyone appreciates that. Top Notes: Violet Leaves, Nutmeg, Bergamot | Middle Notes: Lavender, Clary Sage, Moss | Base Notes: Leather, Tonka Bean, Sandalwood, Teak Wood | Size: 4.2 oz | Type: Eau de Cologne | Season: Fall, Winter The best cologne for young men should emphasize the wearer’s youthful vibe in casual and formal scenarios. Like most of the best Curve colognes, Curve Spark starts with light fruity notes before dissolving into spicy, musky, and woody scents. I remember trying this cologne with my friend in college. Its layered fragrances make a lasting impression on anyone who notices you. Why it’s great: Curve Spark’s fragrance blend blossoms the most during the warmer months. Like most Curve colognes, it has a moderate sillage that lasts four to six hours, making it ideal for a day at the beach or park. Who is this for?: Curve Spark’s fresh yet spicy fragrance pairs well with most casual and sporty outfits to emphasize its youthful appeal. Flaws but not deal-breakers: Not all outdoor scents work in intimate indoor settings. Top Notes: Juniper Berry, Frozen Apple, Bergamot | Middle Notes: Sea Salt Lavender, Ginger, Violet Leaves | Base Notes: Cashmere Woods, Musk, Patchouli | Size: 2.5 oz | Type: Eau de Cologne | Season: Spring, Summer The best woody colognes suit men seeking masculine aromas as fall and winter approach. Curve Forest Woods offers green, spicy, and woody undertones that grab anyone’s attention once its scent touches their nose. This fragrance set is ideal for casual, daily use. Why it’s great: Notes of woody patchouli, fir balsam, neroli, and nutmeg balance the cologne’s spicy yet sweet and floral start. Like most woody cologne for the fall and winter, it has a warmth and coziness that flourishes as temperatures drop. Who is this for?: This cologne pairs best with clothing with earthy or woody colors, like a brown T-shirt or blazer with dark blue jeans. I like wearing it to stay fresh after working out at the gym. Flaws but not deal-breakers: Not everyone appreciates the smell of the woods. Top Notes: Italian Citrus, Green Leaves | Middle Notes: Nutmeg, Neroli, Germanium | Base Notes: Cedarwood, Patchouli, Fir Balsam  | Size: 1 oz / 6 oz | Type: Deodorant Body Spray and Eau de Cologne Set | Season: Fall, Winter itspiotr / Instagram Buying Considerations for the Best Curve Colognes Choosing the best Curve cologne isn’t as simple as grabbing a bottle with the most visual appeal. You must consider several factors to ensure your desired one matches your preferences. What is the best Curve cologne for men? To narrow it down, check out these three top selling points that can make or break your decision. Price Price is one factor to consider when choosing the best Curve cologne. Most Curve cologne for men products cost less than other brands, like Clive Christian or Tom Ford. Curve offers quality fragrances for under $50. Specific premium ingredients can increase a cologne’s price. Some quality ingredients in the Curve cologne for men line include natural musk, tonka bean, and cardamom. Scent A cologne’s scent is the first thing you’ll notice after spraying it. The strongest scents last hours on your skin or clothes and can impact others’ moods. Some cologne scents, such as woody scents during the winter, are more noticeable during specific times of the year. Curve’s scents vary from product to product. Some have fresh, citrus notes; others have woody, musky scents. Is It Long-lasting? Most Curve colognes for men last about five to seven hours once applied to your neck, wrists, or inner elbows. Although they don’t last as long as other brands’ Eau de Toilette formulas, you can increase their duration by taking a shower or bath. If you prefer a long-lasting cologne, your best options are Curve Black, Curve Connect, and Curve Crush. basenote_bitch / Instagram Why You Should Trust Us At FashionBeans.com, our expertise in sifting through the varied world of colognes is second to none. We are speaking from personal experience: We make it a point to try all of the products that we recommend to you. We know you wouldn’t have it any other way. We understand the importance of having just the right scent for your needs, and we are dedicated to providing you with all the advice you want. Final Verdict Although each option on this list appeals to several men, the best Curve cologne I recommend is Curve for Men. Its floral and fruity top notes blend well with its spicy and woody base notes. It’s affordable on most budgets, making it a great alternative to pricier luxury brands. FAQ Most Curve colognes last around five to seven hours. Some Curve products might last longer than others based on their fragrance concentration. You can increase its longevity by adding more to your pulse points throughout the day. Yes, many people still love wearing Curve cologne for any occasion. Many of their masculine fragrances are ideal for multi-seasonal use. Although some Curve products are more popular than others, the brand is still accessible. Many men consider Curve a good-smelling cologne. Curve offers a wide selection of fragrances that appeal to your senses. Some have a bold, spicy kick, and others have refreshing, citrus notes. Source link