#floral one piece swimsuit

[swimsuitmanaic]

[dryndelicate]

"Lingerie or swimsuits - you'll be the judge."

[byalanna]

Embracing Modesty: The Beauty and Versatility of Modest Swimwear

Introduction:

The fashion industry has seen a striking transition in recent years towards inclusiveness and diversity. Modest swimwear is one such style that is becoming more fashionable. For those who want to dress modestly while participating in water sports, modest swimwear offers an alternative. The day when only exposing bikinis was an option is long gone. A fashionable and cozy option that values uniqueness and personal preference is modest swimwear. We will examine the elegance and adaptability of modest swimwear in this blog article, highlighting its influence on the fashion industry and the empowerment it offers individuals who want to wear it. 

By Alanna presents a stunning collection of modest swimwear designed to empower and embrace your unique style while respecting your values. Our swimwear line offers a wide range of stylish options that provide both coverage and comfort. Join us as we explore the exquisite collection of modest swimwear by Alanna, where fashion meets modesty.

With a variety of styles, patterns, and colors, modest swimwear mixes fashion and modesty. There are many choices to fit various body shapes and stylistic preferences, ranging from full-length swimsuits to swim dresses and burkinis. While maintaining their modesty principles, people can show their own characteristics through modest swimwear.

The comfort that modest swimwear offers is one of its main benefits. People might feel more at ease knowing that their bodies are modestly covered if there is greater covering. As a result of their enhanced confidence and comfort, people are better able to enjoy themselves when they are in the water.

You can be sure that the swimwear you purchase from Alanna is of a high caliber and is both stylish and modest. We put the needs of our clients first and work hard to deliver great service. Browse our online store, peruse our excellent selection, and purchase in peace, knowing that the swimwear you select represents your preferences and sense of style.

By Alanna's range of modest swimwear appeals to people who appreciate both style and their own personal convictions since it mixes elegance, style, and modesty. Alanna is your go-to source for stylish and modest swimwear thanks to our premium fabrics, attention to detail, and dedication to empowering people. Step into the world of Alanna, and enjoy your individual style with confidence while staying true to your values.

Explore our modest swimwear for women here: 

[ashleysturn]

changing room - matt sturniolo

context: you go shopping for a new swimsuit with your best friend matt

nsfw.

<———————————————➰———————————————>

i have a huge crush on my best friend matt. he’s taking me to the mall today because he’s been out of town filming all week with his brothers. i know this isn’t a date but i wish it was. i don’t want things to be weird between us.

-

i hear matt’s car pull into my driveway. i scurry to put on some lipgloss and spray my favorite perfume. i grab my purse and walk downstairs.

i hear a knock at the door

“come in!”

my front door opens “hey y/n!”

“hey matt!” i run up to matt and hug him, i’ve missed him.

“you ready? i left the car running”

“oh yeah sorry!” i slip my shoes on and walk out to the porch. i lock the door behind me.

<———————————————➰———————————————>

“so how was the trip?” i ask matt as we approach the mall

“pretty good, glad to be home though. nicks gotta edit all weekend”

“yeah i bet” i smile at him. god i’ve missed seeing his pretty face.

“so which store you wanna go to first?”

i look around the map of the mall. i haven’t been here in forever.

“i need a new swimsuit” i point to a summer shop on the map

matt takes a deep breath “okay.” he follows behind me into the store

i start looking around at the different options. i grab a few to try on and set them in my basket.

“i’m going to try these on” i smile and hold up the few swimsuits that i had picked out.

he nods his head “alright. i’ll just wait here.” he leans against the wall outside of the changing room.

i go into one of the little rooms and set down my basket on the bench. why do they make these rooms so small?

i try on the first bikini- it’s baby pink. the bottoms are high waisted and has that scrunch that defines your butt. the top has thin straps and is almost too thin of a fabric.

i open the door to the changing room “i’m not sure about this one.” i step out to show matt

he turns around and his eyes widen as he looks me up and down.

“what do you think?” i do a little 360 to show him the back

“i- uh it’s cute” his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows

“not the one though.” i shrug, heading back into the changing room.

the next bikini is periwinkle with a floral pattern of other shades of purple and blue. the bottoms fit me perfectly, hugging my curves. the top is strapless with some frill.

“i like this one!” i say through the door as i check myself out in the mirror

“can i see?” matt says. i step out of the room

“woah”

“woah?” i repeat back, smiling

“you like it matt?” i do another 360 to show the back.

“yeah i do” he scratches the back of his neck

am i making him flustered?

“i’m going to try on the last one” i step back into the changing room.

the last swimsuit i grabbed wasn’t a bikini, it was a one piece but i figured i’d give it a try because it looked great on the mannequin. it was one of those swimsuits that had the cutouts on the sides to emphasize your curves. the back was open aswell.

i slide on the swimsuit but the straps get tangled in the back

“hey matt? can you help me untangle this?”

“are you dressed?” he asks

“yeah the straps are just tangled” i unlock the door and he steps in

he closes the door behind him and steps towards me. i’m standing facing away from him in front of the mirror.

obviously flustered, matt asks “uh what am i supposed to do again?”

i laugh “the straps.” i pull my hair over my shoulders revealing the back of the swimsuit and the twisted up straps.

matt runs his fingers over the hem of the swimsuit and starts untangling the straps

the gentle touch of his fingers brushing against my back and neck sends goosebumps raising all over my body.

“there” matt says stepping back

“thanks. what do you think?” i say, turning to face him

matt looks me up and down. he reaches out his hand to trace my curves

“i like the cut out” he says quietly.

“let me see the back again” he suggests

i turn around and he takes in the view.

“damn y/n” he shakes his head

“we’ve got a winner?” i laugh

“mhm” he nods. “i’ll buy it for you”

“oh really?”

he nods. “yeah of course”

“thank you!” i turn around and hug him. he wraps his arms around my waist

“you’ve gotta take it off for me to pay for it though” he whispers into my ear, tightening his grip on my waist.

his voice sends shivers down my spine. “can you help?” i tease

“oh of course” he laughs, turning me back around to face away from him

he runs his fingers over my shoulders and pulls the straps down my arms.

i pull the swimsuit the rest of the way down and discard it on the floor

matt comes up behind me and runs his hands up my exposed body. i reach back and tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. he promptly pulls both his pants and boxers down

he pushes on my back and i bend over, using the bench to hold myself up. he runs his hands down my back and grips onto my hips

“you don’t know what you do to me y/n” matt groans

i arch my back and he steps forward, lining himself up with me before pushing himself into me in one thrust, not giving me any time to stretch around him

“fuck matt!” i yell out from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

matt pumps in and out of me, the sound of our skin slapping together fills the cramped room.

he has one hand gripped onto my hip, the other intertwined in my hair.

“oh fuck y/n, mmmh” matt whimpers.

my stomach ties up in a knot and my walls pulsate around his dick. “fuck matt-“ i moan.

matt pumps inside me a few more times, letting me ride out my orgasm. he then pulls out and paints my. back with white, letting out low moans.

he lets his grip on my waist and hair go, his hair sticks to his forehead as he pants, catching his breath.

“let me clean you up pretty girl” he wipes off my back and gathers up our clothes. he gets dressed and steps out of the changing room, allowing me to gather myself.

<———————————————➰———————————————>

i step out of the room, now dressed, carrying the black swimsuit.

“ready to check out?” matt reaches for his wallet.

“yeah” i laugh

“i’ll have to take you shopping more often.” he winks, leading me to the checkout counter.

<———————————————➰———————————————>

quick-ish one today, i lovedddd writing this. hope yall like it 🫡

send reqs 😚

[benevolentbones]

beach day | spencer reid x fem!reader part 2

part 1

warnings: heated kissing!!! slightly suggestive.

word count: 1.2k

a/n: here is part 2!! hope you all enjoy, thank you for the support and 200+ followers!! reblogs & comments appreciated !!

the sun was at its highest point, casting burning rays down onto the white sand. you and garcia were splashing around, emily and jj had run off to look for seashells and derek was building a mega sandcastle with jack while hotch and spencer were sat by everyone’s bags.

“i’m getting a little cold now y/n, im getting out to warm up.” garcia announced as she began to wade back out of the water, you decided that it would probably be a good idea to take a break maybe get a drink to rehydrate, so you followed the blonde back to the towels.

“honestly hotch the water is perfect are you sure you don’t want to come for a swim?” you grinned as you walked back.

“i think i’m good here.” he mumbled, smoothing down the hawaiian print shirt that adorned his tall figure.

“well in that case- lets get ice cream.” penelope chirped, as he dried herself off putting on a violently floral beach coverup over her swimsuit.

“ice cream!” jack came running back, practically leaping onto his dad, covering them both in sand.

“well that’s one way to summon a five year old.” you laughed.

hotch sent you a joking glare before picking jack up. “yeah lets get some ice cream.” he agreed passively.

“morgan, ice cream lets go hotch is buying!” penelope yelled to derek who was now two feet deep in a hole he was digging.

“wh- i never said…fine.” hotch shook his head in disapproval as he walked away, jack still in his arms, with penelope and derek in tow.

“get me my favourite!” you yelled out as they left, earning a dismissive wave from hotch.

you turned to face spencer, who had now picked up your towel and was using it to block his legs from the sun. his face was buried in his book, with only a few pages remaining.

“can i use my towel, spence.” you smiled sweetly once his doe eyes met yours.

your two piece clung to your body, saturated in sea water. little droplets of water trickled down your bare skin, spencer’s intense stare watching as they connected to each other and fell from your figure.

he cleared his throat before speaking, “i-uh yeah here.” he quickly pass your towel to you, your finger briefly skimming over his causing heat to rise in your cheeks.

you towel dried your hair, wringing your salty locks out.

spencer closed his book, setting it down on the blue cooler to his right. he eyed you, as you began to pat your torso dry, wrapping the towel around yourself, over your two piece, like you had just stepped out of the shower.

“when did you last put suncream on?” you questioned, flicking your hair off of your shoulders.

“i don’t know- maybe four hours ago.” spencer pondered.

you gasped loudly in a playful manner, immediately diving into your beach bag and pulling out your trusted factor 30 suncream.

“i- y/n i think i’m fine.”

“you’re supposed to reapply every two hours- you should know this.” you muttered, shuffling towards spencer’s seated figure.

spencer let out a small groan, although secretly he thought it was cute how concerned you were.

“stand up please.”

“i’m not moving.” a smug smile resting on his face, he wanted to test how serious you were about the application of suncream, surely you’d give up.

you let out a prolonged exhale, dispensing suncream onto your hand.

“you gave me no choice!” you exclaimed, climbing onto the beach chair. spencer’s eyes widened as you practically straddled the man, one leg resting over either side of his lap.

you pushed back his hair with one hand, gently applying the cream to his face with the other. his face burning at your close proximity, he was staring directly and your towel clad form.

once you finished applying it to his face, you reached for the bottle again, you moved down to his neck, then to his arms. at this stage spencer was compliant, doing whatever you needed of him.

“give me your arm.” you muttered, taking his forearm and rubbing in the cream on any visible skin. spencer stirred as you shifted your weight to one side, getting comfortable on his lap.

spencer knew you were a confident person, it reflected in your work on the field, but he never expected you to go this far.

“i know you’re enjoying this.” you joked, your small laugh ringing in his ears.

“s-shut up. i say you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me.” he rebutted your remark, and now it was your turn for your face to flush.

“so what if i did…” you mumbled, taking his other arm in your hand. spencer’s eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read your expression, he wasn’t certain if you meant it. so he decided to find out.

“is that why you wanted my hands all over you?” he questioned. it was a bold move, even for spencer, he couldn’t quite believe those words came from him.

this caught you off guard, you dropped spencer’s arm and stared at him, his hazel eyes stared back with intensity.

“and what if i said yes, dr.reid?” you replied, chewing your bottom lip waiting for his reply.

spencer lifted his dominant hand, slipping it under your towel to rest on your waist. you breath hitched in your throat as his warm hand came in contact with your chilled skin.

“maybe you need a top up.” he mumbled, his grasp on you not faltering.

you studied him, the fresh layer of suncream on his facing causing his skin to glow from the few rays of sun that managed to shine through the gaps of the umbrella.

your hold on the bottle of suncream loosened causing it to fall into the sand below. you brought your right hand up to his face, resting it against jaw as you smoothed your thumb over cheek.

he gave you a small smile, embracing your hold. you reluctantly leaned closer, shifting your position on him. spencer could tell what you were doing, quickly closing the gap between you and pressing his lips to yours.

it was gentle at first, a soft brush that sent shivers down spencer’s spine. you immediately brought your other hand up, running in through his hair. spencer’s grip on your waist tightened, as he brought his other to rest on your thigh.

you shuddered at his touch, your beach towel slipping away from your torso and pooling by your hips. spencer deepened the kiss, as you leaned forward, pressing your body against his. you kissed back hungrily, trailing your hands to cup his face.

spencer pulled away, taking in your features. your eyelids were heavy, your lips slightly swollen. a grin spread across his face as you leaned back in pressing a kiss to your jaw, then to below your ear.

“spence?-“ you breathed out, resting your arms around his shoulders as he continued peppering kisses along your neck before returning to your lips. spencer had wanted to kiss you for months, and now it was finally happening, he wanted to savour every moment.

his lips were soft, his kiss much more tentative this time, spencer’s hands tracing over your figure.

you both pulled back to gaze at one another, heavy breaths slipping from your lips. you could practically feel the heat radiating off of spencer. you both sat for a moment, in silence, taking in what had just happened.

“will you go for a swim with me now?” you questioned.

“i think i’ll need to after that..”

taglist!! @0108s22m @rainoftearss @potatovoyager @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @luvmia222 @shardsofmarxx @silver138 @lover-of-books-and-tea

[hurtspideyparker]

Avengers Beach Day !

Tony is under a large beach umbrella, sat on a comfortable chair in bright red swim shorts and a flowy floral cover up. He has a large cooler with drinks, sandwiches and pickles. Also chips. Pepper is beside him reading a book about sustainability.

Natasha is in a simple black two piece swimsuit with large sunglasses, soaking in the sun.

"If anybody stares at my ass I will drown you and make sure your body never washes ashore," she warns as she lays out a towel and stretches out in the sun.

Peter and Thor are the first in the water, but only after Steve makes sure everyone has sunscreen on. "The water actually amplifies the harmful UV rays, so you should reapply in an hour. Don't worry, I'll remind you."

Peter and Clint tell Thor about chicken fighting, which delights him, and they are able to convince Steve to join so they can play. Peter sits on Thor's shoulders, and Clint on Steve's. It takes 4 rounds before Clint realizes Peter is cheating by sticking to Thor so he won't fall down. Peter and Thor switch places, but Thor still wins every time because well... muscles.

-

Bruce sets himself up on a blanket with a book but ends up falling asleep within twenty minutes. He sleeps for 2 hours and gets severely sunburnt.

-

Sam and Bucky sit down in two matching chairs a respectable distance apart, sunglasses on. Bucky is completely still for so long that Sam peeks over to see if he's asleep, his body casting a shadow over the soldier.

"Sam, I swear to god."

"Alright alright just checking, don't get your panties in a twist!"

-

Steve ends up floating around in the water peacefully, spread out like a starfish, while Clint and Peter show off their underwater handstand abilities to Thor. When Thor tries one for himself he ends up kicking Steve in the face. Peter and Clint can't stop laughing while Thor apologizes.

-

Natasha eventually joins the boys in the water, in which Clint begs her to play chicken with him because "all these guys are cheating super freaks!"

Natasha gets on Steve's shoulder and Clint on Thor's.

Natasha wins every round.

Clint grumpily complains about losing for the next half hour until he's distracted by food. (Tony makes fun of him for being such a loser on the ride home and Clint doesn't stop talking about how all his friends are freaks for the next 3 days).

-

Tony calls everyone in for some snacks and drinks, and Peter shakes his wet hair out all over Tony.

"Hey, hey! Watch where you shake that thing, I will hold your sandwich hostage!"

"You can't go to the beach and not get wet Mr. Stark, you're so spoiled. I barely talked you out of bringing that big ugly tent, it was practically a house."

"That's it. Thor, have another ham and cheese," he says as he tosses the sandwich to the god.

"No wait I take it back! Thor stop that's mine!"

-

Afterwards Peter finds a spot with damp sand to start building a castle.

"What are you, five?" Sam asks.

"Hey! I just found these old buckets on the shore and thought it would be fun."

"Mhm, keep telling yourself that boy scout."

"Like you could do any better!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Imma 'bout to whoop your ass so hard kid," Sam says as he snatches a bucket from Peter and gets to work a few feet away.

-

Bruce rolls over in his sleep like a gas station hot dog. His other side gets sunburnt.

-

"Kid, I'm ready for a swim. Kid?"

"Not now Mr. Stark, I'm in a sand castle building competition!"

Tony stares down at the teenager with his wild curls covered in sand, filling up a neon pink bucket.

"... move over. Where's your moat? You can't expect to win without a moat."

"The water just absorbs back into the ground," Peter says with a frown.

"Hm. We need insulation. Go back into the water and get stones and kelp. And driftwood for the drawbridge. How much time do we have? Can I get my tools?"

"Hey!" Sam yells, "you can't have help! And definitely no genius engineering toolkit."

"Fine, no tools. But I'm allowed Mr. Stark! Just get someone to help you too," Peter replies as he runs off into the water.

"Son of a- Barnes! Get your ass over here! We need to teach this spiderling some manners."

-

"You should reapply your sunscreen," Steve says while hovering near Natasha lying on her towel.

"Touch me and lose your hand."

-

"Tony, the sun's going to set soon, let's go for a nice walk down the beach."

"Not now Pepper, I gotta finish this brickwork," he says with his face millimeters from the sand as he chisels.

"I wanna go for a romantic walk with my partner. The sunset doesn't wait for anyone, even you Tony Stark."

"Mhm, sure after I finish this battlement."

Pepper huffs.

"Whatever, I'll just go with Natasha."

-

"BRUCE, YOU DIDN'T REAPPLY!"

"Wuh- ow, OW OW OW OW OW OW-"

-

"Okay, times up!" Peter announces.

Tony, Bucky, Peter and Sam all stand up. They step back, scrutinizing each other's work.

"Well obviously ours is better. We have a functional drawbridge," Tony is the first to point out.

"You guys are such freaking nerds. Ours is prettier, and taller. Buck found these beautiful baby conch shells," Sam points out.

"We need judges. Thor!" Peter calls out.

-

"Let's stop here for a second, I need to buy some aloe vera," Natasha points out as she and Pepper pass by a small street of local shops near the beach front.

"Oh, are you feeling burned?"

"No it's for Bruce."

"Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him much today."

Natasha keeps her smirk to herself, purchasing the soothing lotion before heading back out to the street.

"Maybe on our way home we can get some ice cream," Natasha says as she points out the shop. "Bet Cap would like some butter pecan."

Pepper giggles.

-

"Ah, finally, Nat! We need a third judge for our sandcastle competition," Sam waves her over as she and Pepper rejoin the group.

"You have Bruce, Thor, and Steve, what do you need me for?"

"Steve is corrupted!" Peter chimes in.

"He's a partisan of the veteran best friends party. For all we know Bucky used his secret Cap knowledge to rig their castle to the ice pop's liking," Tony explains.

Peter sets his glare onto the man in question, "bet you just go crazy for conch, don't you Steve."

"I'd really rather not be apart of this conversation," Steve tells them.

Bucky turns to the women. "Thor voted for us, and Bruce voted for them. You're the tie-breaker Nat."

Natasha hands the bottle of lotion to Bruce who thanks her sheepishly as she steps up to the castles. She circles them slowly, ducking her head and taking in every crevice.

"Functional?" she asks, pointing at the drawbridge.

"Yes ma'am," Tony smirks.

She steps up to the opposing castle.

"You buy these?" she points to the sea shells adorning the castle.

Bucky lifts his chin, "nope, swam for em. All the work was my own, just short of evicting the previous tennants."

Natasha nods before stepping back.

"I've made my decision. The winner..." they all hold their breath, even Pepper and Steve who have no stakes in the the competition.

"Is Tony and Peter."

Cheers errupt, along with the very loud complaining of the two losers.

"Oh come on man! Ours is bigger, and prettier!" Sam protests.

"Oh really Sam? Is size all that matters? Stark's is functional. I don't know about you but I like a little personality beneath the pretty pretty decorations."

Peter pumps his fists in the air with a "woohoo!" before launching himself at Natasha in tight hug.

"I knew I liked you," Tony interjects as he joins the pair's hug, placing a kiss on both Natasha and Peter's temple.

Bucky rolls his eyes at the gesture and hides an affectionate smile.

"Yeah yeah," Natasha chimes, "let's get out of here so you can buy us ice cream."

-

"What are you gonna go for Rogers? Butter pecan?"

Natasha and Pepper snicker at Tony's comment as they collect their own ice creams from the worker; a chocolate peanut butter cone and a raspberry and lemon sorbet respectively.

"Tony..."

"No, no, I got this. Butterscotch? Rum raisin? Pistachio?"

"I'll have you know my taste buds are very modern. Peter showed me this Thai place and now I'm a regular."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Tony says while grabbing his coffee ice cream.

-

"Kid you're making it too easy. You are genuinely a freaking toddler," Sam says when he spots Peter licking a bubblegum ice cream cone.

"If having a personality is childish then it's no wonder you got cookies and cream, ahembasicbitch." Peter coughs the insult out.

"How dare you, you overgrown Little Tikes ad-"

-

Bucky licks his mint chocolate chip ice cream contentedly in the back of the shop while he watches the others fight.

"What do you think they're on about now?" Clint asks from his left.

Bucky glances at the bubblegum cone in the archer's hand.

"No clue."

-

"AHAHHHAAH"

"What! Vanilla is the best flavour!" Steve tries to argue, although Tony's own laughter rings louder than all other conversation in the room.

"M-modern taste buds AH haha-"

-

Bruce watches with awe and slight concern as Thor happily licks his 3 scoop tall rocky road contentedly.

"You hungry man?"

"Aye, I do enjoy the mallow."

Bruce watches the tower lean in every direction, almost falling several times and looking more dismal with every lick.

He almost says something, but Thor always angles the cone perfectly just in time to save it. Instead, he watches silently while scooping a spoonful of cookie dough from his cup.

-

It seems they got the rest of their bickering out at the shop, as with tired and heat-soaked limbs they pile onto the jet for the ride home.

Tony looks back like a mom driving a mini-van.

"The baby's asleep," he smirks at Pepper who looks back at Peter.

The teenager is dead asleep, mouth wide open and head resting on Natasha's shoulder. She glares when she catches Tony's eyes on the pair and he looks away, glancing at the other passengers.

"I could've sworn Bruce's whole schtick was green. Is he rebranding to red?"

Steve looks over at Tony with a shameful pout, "he forgot to reapply."

Tony quirks an eyebrow but doesn't comment, settling back to cuddle with Pepper.

"Mission success," he whispers into her hairline with a soft kiss.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Under Water

Eddie x fem!reader

summary: Eddie moves in with Steve, Robin, and Nancy and decides to invite you over for a swim to break in the new pool while everyone is at work.

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (please don’t do this)

The sun shone down on the pool in the backyard, making it look very inviting on the very hot summer day. The temperature had reached its peak in the late afternoon and despite not caring that much for swimming, Eddie decided to invite you over, desperate to see you in whatever swimsuit you decided to put on.

He had just moved in with Steve, Robin, and Nancy and neither of them had used the pool yet. He thought that with everyone gone at work, it was a perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally have some alone time. Ever since he had moved in with his friends, it seemed like there was always someone around, even when you were in his room.

You showed up not long after Eddie called you in a white button up shirt that stopped right at the middle of your thigh and he wondered what you were hiding underneath it. As soon as you stepped through the door, Eddie pulled you in for a kiss, his hands quick to unbutton your shirt to see what kind of swimsuit you were wearing.

He finally got the shirt open and pulled away to get a look at your swimsuit, letting out a gasp as how small it was. It was a little, yellow, floral thing and in all of the times you had been to the pool together, he had never seen that one and he decided that you had definitely been holding out on him.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his hands gripping your bare waist. “Look at you. Hotter than the last time I saw you. So hot it’s almost unfair.” His lips moved to your neck and you leaned your head to the side to give him more access. He gave the spot a soft bite and you whined at the tingle it left behind. He licked a stripe across the spot then took an inhale, breathing in your scent. He ran his nose along your jaw, taking in another deep breath.

“Smell so good sweetheart, bet you taste even better.” He pulled back then pulled you in for a kiss, quick to lick into your mouth, swirling his tongue around seeming to be on the hunt to find something. You moaned as his tongue scraped against yours and he felt his dick twitch at the sound.

“And I was right,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to yours. “Taste so good. What is that?”

“Had some chocolate before I came over.”

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?” He asked and you gave him a devilish smirk that he was eating up.

“Maybe.”

“Well, it worked. Wanna move things to the pool?”

“Definitely.” His lips connected to yours once again and he pushed the shirt off your shoulders and down your arms, letting it fall to the floor in a messy pile.

Eddie opened the sliding glass door and pulled you out onto the patio, desperate for your lips just like always. He could kiss you for the rest of his life if it meant that he’d die with his lips attached to yours as he took his last breath.

He pulled you over to the pool and leaned in for yet another kiss, his hands resting on your back. They moved down into the bottoms of your swimsuit, cupping your ass before giving it a squeeze. You let out a yelp into his mouth and he just laughed as he cupped the very bottom and lifted as he murmured the word “jump” as he brought your mouth to his once more.

You jumped and he caught you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms moving to his neck. He carried you over to the steps and descended them with you in his arms and was surprised that he made it down in one piece considered the fact that his was so focused on kissing you.

Eddie’s lips moved back down to your neck as he backed you against the wall. He sucked on the spot as his hands moved to the back of the top of your swimsuit, untying it as you moaned at the delicious feeling of his lips on your neck.

The knot untied pretty easily and Eddie pulled your top away from your body, letting it float in the water. You didn’t mind since you weren’t going to need it with what the two of you were going to get up to. His teeth grazed the skin and you grabbed onto the wall as you let out a loud moan.

“Oh,” was all you were able to get out and Eddie just chuckled against your neck.

“You like that, princess? Think I need to hear that sound again, but a little louder this time, yeah?” He full on bit your neck and you scratched his back in response.

“Eddie, fuck,” you whimpered, scratching up his back even more.

“That’s right, honey,” he encouraged. “Just like that.” He gave your neck another suck, getting the exact sounds he wanted from your mouth. You sounded so hot that it was unfair.

“Sh-shit, Eddie, so good,” you whined and you both could feel his dick tenting in his swim trunks. If he didn’t get it inside you right then, he was going to cream his pants for sure. He removed his swim trunks in a hurry and pulled away from your neck, his eyes boring into yours. They were glazed over with lust you nodded at him, letting him know that he could get inside you.

“I-I don’t have a condom,” he told you. “They’re upstairs.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m on birth control and I just got a check up in that area and I’m good.”

“I’m also good in that department.”

“And besides, I kind of like the idea of raw dogging.”

“Me too,” he breathed. He then pulled off your bottoms then grabbed onto your hips and pounded into you, causing you moan loudly as you threw your head back.

Eddie pumped his dick in and out of you so quickly that it caused water to splash up on the both of you, but Eddie didn’t care. He was more focused on seeing your tits bouncing as he fucked you senseless.

“Fuck, feels so good to be raw inside of you,” Eddie groaned.

“And your dick feels good, baby,” you whined in response. “So good.”

Eddie’s slotted his lips between yours as best he could as he continued to pound into you, hearing the most delicious moans falling from your lips. His hands moved to your ass as he tried his best to fit all of himself inside you. It was a bit tight, but he was successful. He had never done that before, afraid that he would hurt you, but you seemed just fine. You loved it, in fact, loving that you could feel ever since inch of him inside your cunt.

You fell into him, but wanted him to keep going. You couldn’t give up just yet, it was just getting good. Eddie’s fingers dug into your ass cheeks and you weirdly liked it, the sting of his finger nails digging into your skin. You moaned so loudly that you were sure that you were going to get a noise complaint and honestly that sounded kind of funny to you.

“Look at you,” he smiled. “Taking me so well, babygirl.” His thrusts quickened and you were so close, your vision going hazy being the indicator.

“Eddie,” you whined. “I’m close.” You threw your head back as another moan escaped you and you felt Eddie cum inside you as you reached your orgasm, screaming his name one last time as you did so.

Eddie pulled out of you and reached for his swimsuit bottoms. He pulled them on then helped you with your own swimsuit, pulling your bottoms on for you then having you turn around to let him tie to top for you even though you both knew that it was just going to come off in the inevitable shower you were going to take together.

Eddie helped you out of the pool and was quick to chase you up the stairs, the both of you giggling as you did so. As you got to the top of the stairs, Eddie was quick to grab you and he carried you all the way to his bathroom, your giggles still escaping your mouth as he set you on the floor before turning on the shower. He pulled you in for another bruising kiss while he waited for the water to get hot and he decided that he really could be happy just kissing you for the rest of his life.

[olsenmyolsen]

The Woman at the Pool Named Natalie

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

Natasha is a spy (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You're a lifeguard at a local county club, and life is boring until a hot blonde comes into your view. Little do you know she's here on business.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: Fliritng, Pining, Natasha kills, Fluff,

Shameless.

You were as you stared at the newest and hottest person you had ever laid your eyes on. You didn't know who she was or where she came from.

But suddenly, your summer job as a lifeguard at the country club to help put you through college was paying off tenfold!

A short, older (milf) blonde-haired woman laid in her pool chair for the fourth straight time this week. She had a golden look to her naturally white skin that made you sweat more than the sun beating down on you in your red one-piece swimsuit.

The blonde laid out in her floral print two-piece suit. Well, you imagined the top was matching floral, but the woman always wore a white shirt over herself. Bringing a bit of sadness to your eyes but letting your imagination run wild.

Yes, you already know you shouldn't be thinking this way or darting your eyes over to the stunning woman in the blue sunglasses this many times in a shift, but you're human. And she's a goddess. So 2+2, ya know?

Plus, it's not like any rich spoiled brat named Warren Worthington the Third was drowning anytime soon.

He had squirted you many times with a water gun since the start of the summer; however, whether the goddess was in your presence or not, you weren't sure you would save him.

Anyways...

"Can I help you?" The soft, raspy voice of the blonde goddess breaks up the thought of the little twirp drowning. Your eyes had been directed at her as your mind drifted.

"We're now on day four, and you're not going to say anything?" She teased.

You dropped your mouth in shock at the fact that she had her head pointed at you and was speaking to you. Did you die, and you didn't realize it? Oh my god were Peter and Ned right? Is this a simulation?

"I- uh-" You couldn't formulate anything. The blonde lowered her sunglasses, showing you her pretty green orbs called eyes. She smirked after you still didn't respond. "Thought so." She lowered her head back down and lifted her sunglasses back up.

Once again, this left you stunned.

When you come back to earth, you finally manage words. "I- I didn't realize you wanted me to say-"

"No." She interrupts you with a smile. Her eyes closed under her sunglasses. "You didn't realize I was paying attention." This was true. You pulled your lips into a flat smile and felt a flush of embarrassment wash over you. "I- uh, you're- you're right." You sheepishly looked to the pool to see everyone still safe and sound.

"I always am." You hear the blonde speak up to your left before a minute that feels like ten goes by when you turn towards her again. "Always right, huh?" You manage to say it with more confidence than you internally have.

The blonde opens her eyes and looks towards you. "Oh, it looks like someone found their voice, after all." She smirked and lifted herself onto her arms on the flat summer chair. Her clothed breast giving a little bounce at the action, making you gulp before words find you. "Y-yeah." You said with a wavering voice.

The blonde laughed. "Maybe I spoke too soon."

The more she talked, the longer you never wanted her to stop. So, as she went to lay down again, you spoke up. "What's your name?"

The blond tilted her head slightly. You still didn't deserve to see her eyes again, but the action of her staring under the frames at you again and again was intimidating.

And hot. And sexy.

Did I say intimidating?

"What's yours?" The blonde asked even though completely unaware to you she actually knew your name. Parents name. Social security number. Everything about you.

And as you would come to find out sometime in the future, the blonde wasn't on a mission for you. It just made her feel safer knowing the identities of everyone around her. Even if she was catching a dip at the country club her target was or wasn't at.

You smiled as she spoke to you and thoroughly answered her even though you asked first. "Y/n." You said.

The blonde smiled and lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her green eyes once again shining on you. "Natalie." She spoke. "Natalie." You repeated under your breath before looking out to the pool.

Yep, no one's drowning.

"That's a beautiful name." You said once you looked back at her. "Thanks," Natalie replied as she lifted the corners of her mouth and scrunched her face.

Fuck she was hot AND cute.

Meanwhile, Natalie, aka Natasha Romanoff, was scanning her eyes quickly over you for the hundredth time. She, too, thought you were cute, and including your mannerisms and how nervous you were was a weakness for attraction for someone like Natasha.

She enjoyed it a lot.

"So... what brings you by?" You asked earnestly, making the blonde laugh. "Seriously?" She replied back. "You might as well ask me if I 'come here often?'" Natalie had a point earning a sigh from you. "This isn't your first time flirting, is it?" Natasha then asked as she couldn't stop herself from teasing.

"That's not what I'm doing!" You exclaimed as if you could flirt this bad. Or good? Okay, so maybe it has been a while...

Natalie laughed. "Clearly." She leaned back in her chair. "But I'm here on business." The blonde finally answered you.

You looked at her tan skin and swimwear. "Some business." You chuckle with a little more confidence soaring through you as the pretty milf talked to you more and more.

Natalie looked down at her outfit. "Please. As if you don't mind that, this is my 'business' outfit. Remember, I've seen you staring." Natalie said with some pointed sass with a smile.

She knew how she looked in it.

You huffed. "Okay, yes, but you can't blame me." Natalie lightly laughed as she looked at you. Your gaze focuses on a group of spoiled teens entering the pool. "I never said I did."

You shook your head as you looked back to Natalie. "So, are you like an expert in flirting and being charming as hell?" The words fell from your mouth faster than you could stop them.

Natasha smiled. She loved it.

"That's not the only thing I'm an expert in," Natalie said as she stood up from her lounge chair and walked closer to your post.

Natasha's target had walked through the pool club doors.

Your eyes roamed Natalie as she stood next to you. Your eyes find hers once she brings them to your face. "What else are you an expert in?" You asked noticeably quieter.

Natalie looks at you. Her green eyes look over your lips and nose before stopping at your eyes. "James Bond trivia." She then smiles as you do the same before laughing.

"Oh, come on."

"What? It's true!" Natalie said as Natasha quickly noted the number of undercover guards around her target. Childs play honestly.

"Then I guess I'll have to take your word for it." You looked around the pool as Natalie stepped closer. "Yeah, you could do that..." Natasha doesn't know what came over her between her diving into the pool and this moment.

If you asked Nick Fury, it was a lapse of judgment and rules of engagement.

On the flip side, if you asked Laura Barton, she would tell you that Natasha needed to get laid.

"...Or you could come visit me tonight and see what else I might be an expert in. Maybe I could teach you some things."

Those words hit you like a horny ton of bricks. So much so that when you remember to breathe, Natalie is across the pool, rising out of the water in her wet white t-shirt with her swimsuit top bleeding through. She's gorgeous, and as she ascends to her feet, she looks back at you with a wink before being led to an older, important-looking man.

Her target.

Oh, she was definitely going to teach you some things, and none of them were about James Bond trivia or how the older man she spoke to that day went missing two days later.

So yes, shameless you were as you swiped through the pictures of Natalie that she saved on your phone after your night together, just as Warren Worthington the Third slipped under the water.

Don't worry, he survived.

dividers by @/benkeibear & @/firefly-graphics & @/cafekitsune

[coqxettee]

Summer Glow-Up Guide (Part 1) 🌞

In’s & out ‘s & wardrobe essentials

How to ACTUALLY glow-up for Summer or during Summer (it’s never too late to implement healthy habits into your lifestyle) 🐚🌊🌺

Summer In’s & Out’s:

Ins: Outs:

- Limiting screen time - Doom scrolling

- Journaling daily - Overthinking

- Meditation & yoga daily - Lying in bed

- A healthy diet & balance - Skipping meals

- 7K- 10K steps a day - Staying indoors

- Reading daily - Binging TV

- Tan, moisturise & SPF - Sleeping in makeup

- Getting 8-10hrs of sleep - Staying up late

- Drink your H20 - Sugary soda/alcohol

- Quality clothes that fit - Fast fashion pieces

- Mani & Pedi done 💅🏼 - Unkempt nails/details

- Signature scent - Forgetting perfume & sprays

- Tidy, organised room - Cluttered space

- A Morning & Night routine - Being unorganized

The wardrobe:

It’s important to capture the essence of what you want your Summer wardrobe to look like and emulate. Do you want to be more on the classic side? Or maybe you prefer girly pink fits, or maybe even both! You don’t have to fit into a certain box with your fashion, but figuring out a certain style for that specific season is a great way to start. Personally for me, I like sticking to a color palette that speaks to me for summer. Hyper-feminine colors like Pinks, Whites, Creams, and pastel colors such as yellow, blue, and even tropical green with gold accents can create such a classic and “old money” look too. Just make sure that whatever you are wearing makes you feel your best, because when you feel your best you look your best . ݁₊ �� . ݁˖ . ݁

Summer Wardrobe essentials 🐚:

Bikini’s in neutral colors/One piece swimsuit

Beach Sarongs/Cover up’s

Cami’s/Vest tops/Crop tops/Milkmaid tops

Off the shoulder tops

Strapless tops

A thin cardigan (for those odd chilly moments)

Slip dresses

Linen blouses/blue stripy blouse/plain white t-shirt

Linen trousers/Yacht shorts

Maxi skirts/Mini skirts/Skorts (Floral dresses, evening dresses)

Light wash jeans/denim shorts

Maxi dresses/Mini dresses/Milkmaid dresses

Dungarees (light wash)

A wide sun hat (bonus points if it has a bow)

Tote bags/wicker bags/hessian bags

Neckties

Decorative sandals/Ballet flats/mary janes/evening heels (kitten heels are in at the moment)

Gold jewellery (if your a silver girly stick with that)

Shell jewellery/Seaside motifs (if you are more of a tropical girly and love anything with seaside motifs include these into your outfits, I loveeee shell necklaces)

Thin Brown belts

A watch (not a necessity but they are so classy and timeless)

Hair bandana’s, claw clips, flowers for your hair (you can get fake hibiscus flowers and I think they just look so summery and cute)

[swimsuitmanaic]

[dryndelicate]

Next combo: Lily Swimsuits & Jogging (Exaggerated Edition)

[spacebaby1]

ok so like, imagine rindou with gf that loves wearing modestly and rarely shows much her skin. and one day reader asks rindou to help her shopping a new swimsuit and he went blushing like crazy seeing her in one. he got so embarrassed bcuz he's not used to seeing her like that (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Ahhh, I can imagine his blushing face! So cute!enjoy!

Walking beside him made you look like a beautiful doll dressed in the cutest dresses and long skirts. He found you absolutely adorable from the way you dressed. Actually, he's never even seen your knees, to be honest.

"Babe, would you wanna go to the mall with me?" You asked, appearing in the living-room where he was watching the TV. He turned his head towards you, "Sure, Darling. Let me grab my keys and we can head out if you are ready." You smiled fully standing next to him dressed in your beautiful long floral dress.

"So what are we looking for today?" He seemed excited to pick another dress or outfit for you, but you have already passed the clothing store where you'd usually buy your clothes. With a smile, you turned to him as you kept walking, "I was thinking about getting a new swimsuit since summer is almost here. Oh let's go to this shop!" You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you to the new swimsuit shop. He was already blushing from the sight of the suits at the store, he scratch the back of his head following behind you, "You are getting that!" He almost yelled when you picked a baby blue and pink two pieces. Making some of the workers turn towards you two. You chuckled, looking at the swimsuit, "I am not sure, but I'll look around for a few more. Oh, this one is so beautiful and has flowers on it!"

After you were satisfied with a bunch of swimsuits that you gathered, it was time to try them on. Rindou waited patiently in the changing rooms area. A few minutes later, you slid the curtains to side, "Darling, how about this one? Can you come in to look at it?" He blinked twice before getting up, "Huh? You want me t-to-?" You nodded eagerly. Hiding his blushing face, he joined you in the changing room and almost had a mini heart attack when he saw you in a two-piece bikini; it was a beautiful bright green bikini that came with a covering. "Isn't it beautiful, Rin? I like this covering." You said and turned to find Rindou almost had teary eyes from how hard he was blushing, unable to take his eyes off of you. He was trying hard not to stare, but he couldn't stop himself from looking for a solid minute before clearing his throat and speaking his opinion, "Isn't it a bit? uhmm, no! I mean I well I uhh I like the top, I think." You smiled, "Okay!" He left the room and let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding and took the next few minutes to catch his breath before you called him back again.

This time, it was a one-piece swimsuit; a yellow one and even when it coverd most of your chest, it wasn't the same from the back because it had a long opening from the back and showed nearly all your back making Rindou's breath hitch when he saw it as you turned around to show him. "I really like the back of the suit." He let himself breath, "Yeah, I love your back." He whispered low, and you didn't hear it, but he snapped out the moment the words left his lips, blushing hard at his own words.

"Ah, it was fun shopping for swimsuits, right, Rindou?" You happily asked, leaving the store while Rindou tried not to show how flustered he looked to the point he almost fainted because of the images of you in those swimsuits were striking his brain over and over.

[gasolinerainbowpuddles]

A Fish Out of Water ║ ⒸⓄⓁⓁⒺⒸⓉⒾⓄⓃⓈ

| A FISH OUT OF WATER | part of the A Weight Off Your Shoulders collection ║ main masterlist ║ series masterlist ║ | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x plus sized!fem!neighbor

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT:  4.1k | CONTENT: age gap (Joel mid 40s, neighbor late 20s), negative body image, negative self-talk, the torment of dressing rooms and trying on clothes, trying to get some healing accomplished and learn to love your body, Joel is a nasty lil slut who kneels at the altar of plus sized!fem!neighbor’s pussy

| SYNOPSIS: Joel invites you over for a swim, and your plain onepiece swimsuit  isn’t gonna cut it anymore. One new swimsuit later, and things get real wet. Spoiler: Splish splash bitch we gon’ smash.

✧this is the second installment of a oneshot collection but can be read as a standalone✧

✧◦◦║ Part 1 ║ Part 3 ║ Part 4 ║ Part 5 ║ Part 6 ║◦◦✧

When Joel invited you to go swimming, you considered claiming you had horrible stomach cramps and couldn’t make it. Instead, you did your best impression of a mature adult and accepted his offer. You wouldn’t have to see yourself in swimwear if you just didn’t look down, and you could ogle a shirtless Joel. All in all, there were worse things to endure.

You reluctantly unpack the single piece of swimwear you owned: a dowdy black onepiece. Black was the most slimming color, right? It wasn’t doing a whole lot for you on that front, but it was a better option than the usual old lady floral prints that plagued the onepiece section.

You liked to think of your suit as observing Victorian mourning etiquette: veiled in an abundance of black fabric, publically grieving a body that would never be the right type or shape for anything other than full coverage swimwear.

The smack of your flip flops against his concrete patio came to a halt when you saw him. There was your fine as fuck DILF situationship leaning over the edge of the above ground pool he’d got up and running once the idea of having you over for a swim had popped into his head.

You had anticipated “Dad Swimming Trunks”, the kind that had cargo pockets galore for no fucking reason and stopped at the upper calf. You’d assumed this just based on his age, but you should have known better. This man was always surprising you in the best of ways, and he was certainly not your average middle-aged man.

You drink in the sight of his quads where the hem of his trunks sit. It was a heaven-sent style that gifted you with more of his body to gawk at. God bless whoever convinced him to get those, although you know would be thirsting over him just the same if he had been wearing the official “Dad Swimming Trunks.”

He smiled and waved when he saw you, and he shifted right into his usual stance: hands resting on his hips with one slutty little knee popped out to the side. God fucking dammit. Was it too late to claim gastrointestinal distress? Joel whistled approvingly at your funeral shroud of a bathing suit, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and giggle. What this man saw in you, you couldn’t say. 

When you complimented his trendy trunks, this motherfucker had the nerve to act shy about it. His daughter had teased him about his “old man swimsuit” apparently and harassed him until he got something “cooler.” Ah, so you weren’t completely off base when you assumed he’d had the Dad Swim Uniform. 

Bless his little menace bully of a daughter you laugh to yourself. Your amusement fades when you consider that you are the only one in geriatric themed swimwear. You ignore the negative voice in your head and focus on the curves and dips of Joel’s body.

The two of you swam and relaxed in the pool for a couple of hours. It actually felt nice to be buoyed by the water a little bit as you wrapped your legs around Joel’s waist and made out, or when he grabbed you from behind and let you float back and forth with his swaying as you rested your head on his shoulder. It felt nice to pretend for a little bit that you were lighter than you actually were.

You hate how you still feel timid about yourself around Joel when he has only ever made you feel amazing - emotionally and physically. If anyone had earned you letting down your walls of insecurities, it was Joel. He always managed to reframe any negative thing you had to say or think about yourself.

Getting out of breath while you rode him? “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Workin’ this cock so good you can’t even breathe. Gonna fuck all the air right outta you, sweetheart.”

Frowning at the bold colored BMI number on your check-up report? “BMI is horseshit. Don’t mean anything. Thought that you’d know that, bein’ an expert at numbers and all.”

Trying to talk him out of getting ice cream because you couldn’t “afford the extra calories”? “Got you a swirly cone so you can pretend its my cock and show me how you wanna lick it before I fuck your brains out later.”

Not wanting to sit in his lap for movie night because you were going to smush him? “If you don’t come park that ass on my lap right this second, I’m not gonna pretend to like the romcom you picked.”

Not wanting to sit on his face because you would suffocate him? “Goddamn, wouldn’t that be a glorious way to go. Promise me you’ll put it in my obituary. Add somethin’, too, about ‘died doing what he loved.’”

Joel was in a league of his own in terms of how he approached your body and your thoughts about it. You’d never had such a neutral yet admiring partner. He never fetishized your figure like some guys had done in the past. “Chubby chasers” as they were known. The term was crude and minimizing of said “chubby’s” personhood, but it was unfortunately a fitting vibe for how most guys treated you and anybody over a size 12.

Joel never tried to claim that you weren’t fat. Fat was just something you had on your body; it wasn’t your primary descriptor, and it didn’t define you. “Come on, baby, you’re not fat!” was something you had heard so many times from hookups and boyfriends. But why was that such a bad thing anyway? Couldn’t you just be fat and it not be such a horrible thing? To just exist in your own body? It was a bit hypocritical to ask of them, of course, when you were your own number one slanderer.

Joel just saw your body as, well, your body. It wasn’t some complicated thing that needed to be navigated tactfully to avoid upset. It was just one facet of you, and he liked your body because it was a part of you. He so often paid positive attention to your body because he wanted to. It wasn’t some show of affection to help boost your confidence, although it certainly helped. He liked it just as he liked your sense of humor, your financial smarts, your taste in restaurants, your little quirks… 

It also didn’t hurt that he was an absolutely voracious lover, and a vocal one at that. He had some incredibly creative dirty talk that flooded your basement fast. This man could not get enough of you. New positions, new places, new everything. It was like he wanted to experience you in every combination possible, and you never turned him down.

And then that soft, tender side of him that was equally transfixing. The way he always pulled you closer to cuddle. The way he nuzzled kisses along your neck when he’d stop behind you for a moment while you were washing dishes at the sink. The way his large hands would trace mindless patterns against the inside of your thigh when you were sitting watching TV together.

The two of you weren’t officially an item,  but the “we sure do a lot of relationship things for two people who aren’t in a relationship” list was growing every week. You had a feeling that Joel was more than ready to head down that path, but you still had reservations about getting into anything serious after your last bad breakup. You’d been in a long-term relationship that was about to take a turn into wedding bells and honeymoons but instead took a sharp left into “I’m throwing this years long relationship down the drain because I want to fuck somebody younger, skinnier, and better than you.”

As much as you’d love to say that you had moved on and healed from the pain that your ex-fiance Michael’s cheating had brought you, it would have been a lie. It had swallowed you up and spit you out squarely into “I’m never going to be good enough for anyone” territory. Though Joel had never given any indication that he was interested in anything but you, the fear of rejection and abandonment still loomed.

But Joel had a curious knack of worming his way into your heart and sprinkling little bits of confidence there. That’s why when you were meandering through a big chain retailer, you took a quick peek at the swimsuits they had on display. The full coverage styles that you always went for were all the way to the back, where big girls could run and hide as they shopped with shame.

A bright pink something catches your eye as you lazily scan the offerings. You can’t make out the style very well over the display rack in the middle of the section, so you venture around it to get a better look. It was absolutely adorable. Hot pink with little embroidered daisies. Your face falls, though, when you realize you are looking at a two piece with very stringy closures.

You bet Joel would like it …. If he were here with you right now, he would all but demand you at least try it on before deciding you hated it. You sigh and grab the one furthest back before heading to the dressing rooms. 

God did you hate dressing rooms. There probably wasn’t another setting that had given you so many Vietnam style flashbacks than dressing rooms. Sometimes these assholes would even put in 3 slanted mirrors side by side so you had no choice but to observe yourself from more angles. Bunch of sick, twisted bastards.

You face away from the mirrors while you tie the strings around your hips and back. If you saw yourself getting into this thing, there’s no way you’d even finish putting it on all the way before you gave up. You spin with your eyes closed, facing the mirrors and counting backwards from 5 to work up the nerve to open your eyes.

Well, Joel would definitely like it, so at least there was that. The first thing your eyes flew to was your pudgy lower belly sticking out from the sides of the bottom. It butted right up to your round, jiggly, cellulite-speckled thighs. Adjusting the straps on your hips didn’t do much to magically shrink your bulgy bits, but it sort of looked like a sexy, teasing gesture when you did it.

You stand there with fidgety hands on your hips and scrutinize your reflection. You were so used to seeing yourself all covered up that this completely normal bikini made you feel like you were sporting two bandaids and a cork. A public indecency call would definitely be made to the police if you ever stepped out in this thing.

You sigh and tilt your head to the side as if it’s going to give you a more positive vantage point. The daisies looked so perfect against the pink. It was such an adorable swimsuit. You twist your hips side to side in a small swivel motion and take in the way the little neon pink strings dance across your skin, like they’re begging to be pulled until they come apart and make the bottoms fall to the floor. 

It was kind of cute. You try out that little pulling on the strings on your hips motion before letting them softly snap back against your skin. The way the strings grazed your hips was kind of nice. And maybe your tits actually sort of maybe looked good???

The trickling semi-positive thoughts were unexpected but welcome. Joel must be reworking your brain or something, rewiring it to be nicer. Like his reverence of you was being absorbed osmotically and making itself at home in your mind, internalizing and mimicking his adoration but in your own words and thoughts. You had your underwear on still to try on the bottoms, and it seemed like it would be enough of a buffer to brave taking a look at your ass in this thing. You turn and crane your head over your shoulder to see the back and immediately wish you hadn’t.

“UGH gross! You could eat a whole bowl of Cheerios out of those dimples on your ass!”

There was that inner voice of yours. No more trickle of nice, Joel-style thoughts. Now just a deluge of your well honed self-criticism.

You flip the tag in your hand and look over the print. It’s on sale. Before you can think about it too much and change your mind, you shimmy out of the suit and take it to the register.

Another scorching afternoon rolls around, and you work up the nerve to suggest some pooltime to help cool off.. 

“Hhmmm, how ‘bout we make it a skinny dip kinda thing?” Joel waggled his eyebrows up and down theatrically, but you know he is being dead serious.

“Skinny dip for you, maybe. More like a ‘chunky dunk’ for me,” you grumble. You are already letting the voice in your head get the better of your barely-there confidence.

Never missing a beat and always managing to reframe your disparaging commentary, Joel piped up, “Yeah I got a chunk that’s gettin’ chunkier thinkin’ about us naked in the pool, and I think I know just where I’d like to dunk–”

“Shutup and get changed, pervert,” you giggle as you stand from the patio chair. He joins in a chuckle and gives your ass a little slap before sauntering down your steps and over to his house.

“See ya in 5, sweetheart. Offer for skinny dipping is still on the table.”

You stifle another laugh and shake your head. God he was so goofy and adorable sometimes. You hope that his filthy, sexy side will be the one to emerge when you debut your new bikini. This time you would not be outright lying if you postponed your swim over tummy troubles. Your stomach flipped and lurched with nerves as you look yourself up and down in the full length mirror you keep shoved behind the office door.

You were never going to feel confident enough to march over there without a care in the world, so there was no use in trying to work yourself into that mental state. You simply ignore any thoughts about it and adjust your top one last time before slipping out your back door and trudging across your yard into Joel’s.

Your skin practically prickled up in goosebumps as it greedily drank up the warm rays of sun. You feel a tinge of guilt that you have never been kind enough to your body to let it just be free and feel the world around it. You always hide it away as best as you can, shoving it into this and covering it with that. As such, some parts of it have never known the warmth of the sun hitting it or a stray breeze delicately brushing by. Your body has done so much for you. It housed you. It let you play sports. It responded enthusiastically to Joel. Instead of being grateful for all things your body has done and continues to do for you, you lash out at it and admonish its existence.

Maybe you should take a page out of Joel’s book and try to treat it with some kindness.

Said man was already waiting by the pool with the hose running to fill it up a little more. He was so handsome. Maybe you needed to pull another Joel move and dole out some compliments to him more often, too. Always preoccupied with how ugly you must look, you probably didn’t offer up enough praise for him.

“You really do look so damn good in those trunks, Joel.” The warmth of your voice draws his attention over to you with a content smirk. If there was any time you wished you’d caught something on film, it was his reaction to you.

There was an old cartoon you used to watch as a kid that had a pretty redhead lady and a wolf in a snazzy suit that who was completely enamored with her. If Joel’s eyes had the ability to shoot out in cartoonish telescopic heart style, they would’ve shot right out at you.

His jaw hung loose as he turned to face you head on. His grip on the hose never faltered, and the water meant for the pool was now splashing all over the concrete patio. It was the sort of spirited response you had hoped for, and it gave you the confidence boost you needed to get flirtatious.

“Whaddya think?” 

You tilt your head to the side in a coy display. Joel licks his lips and zips his eyes over every inch of you. You take a few steps towards him and decide to lay it on a little thicker and see where it takes you.

“The pink is cute, right?” you press in a throaty hum. Your fingers glide down the strings over your shoulders and against the cups on your top. Joel’s arm drops all the way to his side, but a few of his brain cells have managed to collaborate and keep his hold tight on the hose.

“Thought you might like it.” You can see the crotch of his trunks starting to tent already, and you just can’t help yourself when you do that tug at the strings on your hips maneuver. When you let them snap against your skin, Joel drops the hose and closes the distance between you in a few hurried strides.

He stops just short of you, not wanting to get so close that he can no longer ogle. His hands hover in the air in front of you as if he can’t decide what to grab or grope first.

“Goddamn,” he breathes. His eyes widen like he’s trying to make more space for them to take in more of you. 

“Joel, cut the water,” you say, pointing to the forgotten hose spewing a steady stream onto the patio. Joel doesn’t move and opts to just stare at you with a wild, hungry look. You give a feigned sigh of annoyance as you brush past him and twist the spigot off. The little bit you had to bend down to turn the water off was apparently enough to send Joel over the edge because he’s on you before you know it.

“Inside.” His voice is needy and gruff in a way you’ve never heard before. No need to get into the pool to get absolutely drenched when you’ve got this feral horndog all but pouncing on you right here and now.

“Jesus, Joel, are you in heat or something?” you tease as he pushes you backwards into the house.

The way this man was reacting to your normal as hell bikini like you were outfitted in the nastiest lingerie you could find. To be fair, you never wore anything remotely sexy or revealing, so this was as close to lingerie as Joel had ever seen on you.

Joel is seizing handfuls of you as he grips and grinds into you. The urgency in his kiss is catching, and you dart your tongue against his in a frenzied dance. He’s rock hard against you. You can feel it through his trunks on your thigh. You swallow the groan rumbling up his throat when he presses you against the roll of his hips.

He guides you to the kitchen counter and spins you around. You catch yourself on the palms of your hands as Joel jerks your hips back slightly. He spreads your legs apart with a push of his foot against yours.

“Stay just like that for me, baby.” His gravelly command locks you in place, and you wait for his next move. He crouches behind you and settles onto his knees, grunting at the ache that springs up in them regularly. He runs his hands up and down your legs and finally splay them across the expanse of your backside before pushing, pulling, and massaging the flesh there. The back panel of your bikini bottoms is now swallowed into your crease, and a surprise gasp escapes you when Joel shoves his entire face against the fabric on your crotch.

A deep groan vibrates against your clothed pussy and sends molten liquid up your spine. Joel spreads your ass open and slides his thumbs just past the junction of your thighs. His pressure gets firmer as the up and down sliding passes reach your outer lips. Your breathing is as shaky as your legs, but you try to keep in place as he asked.

One of his thumbs gently slips under the fabric and pulls it to the side, revealing your slick covered slit. You start to say his name but it’s cut off when he spits a hot pearl of saliva onto your bare cunt. You jolt at the sensation and have no time to recover before the flat of his tongue is smearing across your heat. When your hips jerk a second time at that, Joel reaches both arms through your legs and hooks them onto your thighs to hold you in place. Your belly pushes into the counter as Joel darts his tongue in and out of you, swirling and nipping at your clit.

You’re close to climax when he suddenly pulls up and pulls you flush against his chest.

“Can I take you just like this?” he rasps.

Usually you use a condom, but fuck it. There’s no way you’re pressing pause on this.

“Take it however you want it, baby,” you whine back.

 Joel literally growls in reply, and you hear him shoving at the waistband of his trunks before seeing them fall to the floor and kicked to the side. You move to untie your bikini bottoms, but Joel’s hand stops you.

“No. Want ‘em on,” he grunts before lifting your leg onto the counter and shoving the fabric against your crotch aside once more.

Joel was always big to take, and his swift entry all the way to the base of his cock was a whole new feat. You were incredibly grateful that you were already so wet and sticky for him. You choke out a moan at the blissful stretch that stings just right. Joel pauses and offers a hurried apology, hoping he hasn’t hurt you in his rush to fill you up.

“Fuck me now,” you grit.

Joel does that, and more. His body has your leg pinned onto the counter while one hand is on your clit and the other going back and forth between your nipples with a pinch and a roll of his thumb and middle finger. Just like your bottoms, Joel leaves your top on and instead shoves his hands under the cups to touch you. You are grabbing at the cabinets and anything else you can find, just trying to hold on while receiving Joel’s punishing pace and thrusts.

“Ohh-ahh, Joel, I can’t-I can’t hold on,” you stutter. “Can’t hold on m-much more.”

“Make a fuckin’ mess of my cock, baby. Wanna feel you come on this cock. Pretty pink pussy in this pretty pink bikini. All fuckin’ mine.”

When he tilts your hips just so and bottoms out every pass, you careen over the edge and let out a broken sob of his name. The gripping, pulsing clench of you on his length sends Joel into his own release shortly after. He fucks you both through it and eventually slows to a sloppy roll of his hips.

He steps back enough for your leg to come off the counter but quickly steps forward again so you’re leaning against it once more. You can feel his hard pulls of air and huffs of exhales between your shoulder blades as he wraps his arms around your middle. 

“God-fuckin’-damn,” he pants with a laugh.

You are completely fucked out and can’t string words together to save your life.

“You been holdin’ out on me, sweetheart. Hidin’ this pretty thing,” he hums, pulling at the strings on your hips.

You mumble something incoherent that was supposed to express that it was new and you hadn’t been keeping it from him. Joel chuckles, “Fuckin’ cockdrunk. Just how I love.”

To that you shoot him a conspiratorial smile. He pulls out of you, groaning with satisfaction as his spend leaks out of you and down your thigh. “I think the only water activity today is gonna be a shower, sweetheart,” he chuckles against your ear. “We can save skinny dipping for next time.”

You laugh quietly, enjoying the happy dance of chemicals in your brain, and wonder to yourself if you’re ever going to make it into the pool with your new suit. With Joel around, chances are slim to none.

Thank you for the positive response to the first installment of these two (A Weight Off Your Shoulders). They are so fun to write, and based on the reception from AWOYS I just had to share this lil snippet I had already written. These two have really made a home for themselves in my brain!

Special shoutout to @thesailorofuranus for encouraging me to share more of these two with the world. I might just be working on a lil something she requested in the last one, so be on the lookout. 😈 Again ty ty ty for reading. If you wanna catch up on the series that I will be updating next, check out this link to Endless Night.

Catch ya later,

♥Puddles♥

[watchingovergvff]

Sunkissed- Jake Kiszka

Summary: Spending a day by the pool with Jake. Can it get any better than this?

Genre: Established Relationship. Fluff.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Alcohol. Implied Sexual Relations.

A/N: I love to hear feedback, so please don’t hesitate to do so. Thank you for all the love and support <3333

——————————————————————————

The sun beamed through every window in the house. Summer was in full spring, not a drop of rain in the sky. The air conditioner was fighting for its life during this harsh summer day. As the days grew hotter, you and Jake opted for little to no clothes and freezing cold drinks. Insecurities were non existent when the weather was nearing a hundred degrees.

Jake had been living in this house, way before you came along. You always joked with Jake saying, you only agreed to date him because he had a pool. Once you had moved in with Jake, you spent at least eighty percent of your time in the pool.

So, when you checked the weather this morning and found out the temperature would be well over ninety, you decided to make it a pool day. Jake hasn’t been home a whole lot in the past year, enough to enjoy the pool to the same extent as you. He had practically jumped out of the bed when you had suggested a pool day together.

“How about I cut some fruit to eat and you make us drinks?” you ask.

Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Jake salutes you and walks toward the kitchen to get started. Laughing at his childish attitude, you scurry to your shared closet looking for a bathing suit.

You normally wore your one piece suit, mostly because when you used the pool it was just you and you swam for hours. But, since Jake was spending the day by the pool with you, you decided to wear a cute little floral bikini. He had bought you this swimsuit last summer, claiming you always wore the same one and he wanted to make sure you had more than one to choose from. You wanted to look nice for him, also knowing Jake well enough to know he would be taking pictures of you all afternoon. He insists that being your photographer is his favorite pastime.

Pulling on a t-shirt over your swimsuit, you trot out into the kitchen to start cutting the fruit. Walking over to Jake, you peer over his shoulder trying to get a good look at what he’s doing. Without even looking at you, Jake allows a small smirk to grace his face due to your presence. “Whatcha doing, sweet girl?”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzle your face into his back.

“Just checking on you. Are you going to change into your shorts before you come out to the pool?”

“Yeah, do you want to go ahead and start on the fruit while I change?”

You nod, lifting your head from his back to allow him to move. “I’ll cut it up and then put it in the fridge. When you get done, just bring it out with you.”

“Mkay.”

Jake sets down the cups, gently removing your arms from his waist. He gives you a quick forehead kiss and scooches past you, heading to your bedroom.

Getting to work on the fruit, you quietly hum a tune Jake had put on in the car the other day. Watermelon, strawberries, and peaches were all diced and sliced perfectly, after what felt like forever. You put them all into a container, placing them inside the fridge.

Pulling out your essential pool supplies, you make a list of all the things you need. Towels, sunscreen, speaker, and sunglasses are all you can think of, leaving the rest up to Jake in case you forgot anything.

Slipping on your sunglasses and sandals, you head out to the backyard. You ‘gracefully’ carry all the supplies outside, setting them on your lawn chair. Not able to wait for Jake to come outside, you rip off your shirt and tiptoe to the pool. Instead of starting the music on the speaker, you let Jake have the reins to the music playing this evening.

Practically launching yourself into the pool, you couldn’t help but groan in relief of the cold water. The hot sun may have been beating down on you moments ago, but underneath the water you feel cool at last.

Finally popping your head out of the water, needing to catch your breath, you spot Jake making his way out of the back door. His smile was wide, fully expecting you to already be in the pool. Shaking the drink in his hand, Jake motions for you to get out for a minute. You rush up the stairs and out of the pool, making your way to Jake. “Here's your drink, madam.”

Grabbing the cup out of his hand, you take a sip out of the fruity drink he made. Humming in satisfaction, you lick the remaining liquid off your lips.

“So good, hun. Thank you. Do you need help carrying out the snacks?”

“No, I've got it. Give me one second, I’ll go grab it real quick.”

Watching Jake jog back inside, you take a seat in your chair. The sun heats your face, causing the drink in your hand to sweat. Seconds later, Jake appears back outside, fruit in hand. He takes a seat next to you, plucking the treats out of the bowl and handing it to you. Giving him a grateful smile, you lean over closer toward him.

“You wanna put some music on? The speaker should be over there, close to you.”

Reaching down towards the ground, Jake retrieves the tiny speaker. “Do you have any preferences for what we listen to?”

“That's up to you, love. I figured I'd let you DJ this afternoon.”

“Well how sweet of you. Finish up that fruit and you can get back in the pool.”

Scoffing at his words, you say, “Okay Mom.”

He giggles at your words, a smile wide on his face.

The two of you finish up some fruit and your drinks, while chatting mindlessly about anything and everything. The band has been super busy with work lately, but they were granted a few vacation days in the next week or two. You had suggested to Jake that y’all should throw a pool party soon. Keeping the number of guests to a minimum, you and Jake love hosting parties, but hate too many people. Thank god y’alls friend group was plenty small. Jake finally gets the music started, loud enough where you can hear it throughout the backyard, but not loud enough to not hear each other talk. You get up, wanting to return to the pool.

That is until you hear a whistle leave Jake’s mouth.

Spinning around, you find him scanning your body. You look over your sunglasses at him.

“What?”

“That's the swimsuit I bought you.”

You allow a small smile to grace your face. “It is.”

“You look very pretty.”

“Oh, thank you, Jakey.”

A blush managed to crept up, not just on your face, but on his as well.

Jake makes a move to come closer to you, but you back away from him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your reaction.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get in the pool. I’m pretty sure you said I could get in once I finished my treat, and it looks like I’m done. You can join me if you’d like.” you say, looking over your shoulder at him. He groans in response, watching you strut your way into the pool.

“You're going to kill me, woman.”

You laugh at his dramatics, signaling for him to get in with you. It doesn’t take much to turn Jake into a puddle of mush, especially if it's coming from the woman he loves most.

Throwing back the rest of his drink, Jake runs, jumping into the deep end. He can hear you cackling as the water consumes him. Coming up to the surface, he swims to the shallow end in search of you.

Jake finds you floating on your back, soaking in the warmth of the sun. He can’t help but smile at your glowing face. Scolding himself for not carrying his phone close enough to the pool, so he could take a picture of you.

He scoops your body into his arms, letting you drape into the water. Flinching at his unexpected touch, you open your eyes to look up at him, but find the sun too bright to see. Jake shields your face, in order for you to properly glance at him. Two carefree smiles, sat upon both of your faces.

“Wanna see who can hold their breath the longest?” you challenge.

“Last time we did this, you got mad because I won.” “No, I got mad because you cheated.”

“Uhuh, whatever makes you feel better sweetheart.” You swat at his shoulder, flopping out of his arms.

The two of you play around in the pool for quite a while, long enough for the sun to start setting. Jake slings his body against yours, swaying you back and forth in the water. He hums along to John Denevers “Let It Be”, which pours out of the speaker. Your hands find home within his hair, gently combing out all the tangles and knots.

Your noticeable shivers are what pulls Jake out of his thoughts. His hands run up and down your arms, trying to create some warmth for you. Smiling at his sweet attempt, you twist around in his hold, looking up at him. Caressing the side of his face, you lean up, pecking kisses along his jaw. He closes his eyes at the sensation, allowing his thoughts to be about you, and only you.

“You're chilly, love. Are you ready to head inside?” Jake questions quietly, not wanting to let go of you yet.

“Sure thing.” You continue your attack on his face, not making a move to leave the pool. He all but purrs at your vigorous kisses, but when he feels you shiver again, he pulls you away.

Tucking your wet hair behind your ear, Jake grins at you. The setting sun allows a golden glow to cast upon his face, illuminating his beauty even further.

“Honey, I think it’s time to go in.”

You groan in protest, not entirely ready to leave the pool yet, despite the obvious cold and pruning your body is currently going through.

“How about we compromise?”

“I’m listening.”

“We can take a nice warm shower. I’ll order us some takeout and I'll even throw in a song or two.”

You watch him suspiciously. He continues to wiggle his eyebrows at you, trying to get you to agree.

“Will you wash my hair for me?”

“I sure will.”

“And, you’ll sing the songs for me too. Not just play them on the guitar.”

He lets his eyes wonder, thinking it over.

“Deal.”

“Take me inside, Jakey.”

He makes for the stairs of the pool, holding his hand out to you. Eagerly reaching for his hand, you allow him to tug you along with him out of the pool.

Reaching your lawn chairs, the two of you start to gather your things. Jake wraps your towel around your shoulders, while trying to juggle all of the bowls and glasses. You start to grab all your pool supplies, but he stops you.

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll come back out later and bring all that stuff in. Let’s go warm you up in the shower, sweet girl.”

Your smile reaches your eyes, causing them to crinkle. Grinning back at you, he pats your bottom, pushing you forward towards the back door.

Padding up the patio, you remember a part of the deal you forgot to mention to Jake.

“Hey, Jake.”

He hums in question.

“Can I kiss you some more in the shower?”

Jake laughs at your question, never one to say no to you. “Only if we can move it to the couch afterwards.”

“Deal.”

Reaching the back door, Jake swings it open with his hip. Without you paying attention, he sweeps you off your feet and into his arms. You squeal in reaction, begging to be put down.

Letting the door close behind him, Jake carries you to your shared bathroom, while starting his own attack on your face, leaving kisses on your sunkissed skin.

Pushing at his face, trying to put a stop to his wrath. You manage to get him to pull away, only for a second.

“My favorite girl. I love you.”

You nuzzle your face into his chest.

“I love you too, Jakey.”

He resumes his reign of terror right up until you reach the shower. Jake reluctantly sets you down on your feet, but doesn’t allow you to get too far away.

Jake keeps you close not just through the shower, but the rest of the night and throughout the following morning. He would rather spend all day getting sunburnt with you, than be anywhere else without you.

—————————

Thank you for reading!!! Hope you enjoyed:))

[strawhbrrries]

masterlist

requests are currently open for: frank castle, frankie morales, dagger squad, joel miller and rhett abbott

Joel Miller

three gifts and a kiss: three gifts and a kiss is all it took for you to break the walls around Joel Miller’s heart.

Frankie Morales

can't shoot whiskey: you can’t shoot whiskey and somehow you end up in frankie’s room.

Frank Castle

cowgirl: a trip to the store with your dad’s best friend ends in a lack of a swimsuit and the feeling of his beard scratching you forever engraved in your mind.

ride, cowgirl: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

cowboy hats: five days and five nights without a single word from frank, what an asshole. an asshole who looks too damn good in a cowoy hat.

dbf!frank castle + guitar: frank picks up the guitar and plays it on his porch

dirty, greedy, girl: you need a place to stay and you find comfort in Frank’s bed (underneath him).

tattoo artist!frank: you take the chance with a very praised tattoo artist and find out how ruggedly handsome he is.

frank castle + vacation: you finally convince frank to take a vacation and he does actually enjoy it.

frank castle + the club: frank is finding it increasingly hard not to fuck you in front of the entire club.

frank nap headcannons

inked: frank castle was praised for his work constantly, leading you to get a thigh piece. which then leads you into a problem because your artist is so fucking attractive.

delicate masterlist: a sweet older gentleman moves into the house next door, or rather a few acres away. he spends a few evenings with your dad and consequently earns the attention of a much younger girl, you.

frank castle + jersey shore: no matter how much frank denied liking reality tv, he always ends up watching in twenty minutes later.

frank castle + finding pretty shells: frank finds you the prettiest shells at the beach!

all that matters masterlist!: working with a world renowned tattoo artist who knows his own beauty has more cons than pros. the main one being that he's infuriating and it turns you on.

invisible string: all along there was some invisible string tying you to frank castle.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

bradley "rooster" bradshaw + poison by bell biv devoe: miss her, kiss her, love her.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

robert "bob" floyd + the florist: bob visits your floral shop everyday.

robert "bob" floyd + concerts: all the reasons bob was glad he went to a concert with you.

babys breath masterlist: bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral he’s attending and, unknowingly, charms jake seresin’s sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.

Rhett Abbott

hell on heels: you made the devil a deal; he made you pretty, he made you smart and rhett abbott she’s coming after you.

hell on heels pt.2: how long can rhett sneak around honey before his actions catch up to him?

rhett abbott + “i love you, every part of you”: rhett loves you, every part of you. even the parts you hate.

rhett abbott + lazy sundays: sundays with rhett were your favorite day of the week.