#gender neutral swimwear

[sweetbarista]

↳ transfem enby thistle icons

— @lavendergalactic’s pride week - day 6: a character that is just so insanely queer — like or rb if using !

( estrogen could have saved her . )

[creekfiend]

God I'm so tired of people acting like not wanting to attract a lot of (often negative) attention is somehow Capitulating To Bigots like. The other day I was talking to someone about my strategic deployment of pronouns based on how much of an issue I think a person is likely to make about it and they were like "oh I just do what I want I'm done catering to cis people" and I was like BUDDY. I LIVE IN THE RURAL SOUTH WANTING TO NOT HAVE TO CONSTANTLY GET INTO IT WITH PEOPLE ABOUT MY PERSONAL GENDER IDENTITY IS NOT CATERING TO CIS PEOPLE I HAVE A RIGHT TO WANT TO MOVE THROUGH THE WORLD WITHOUT CONSTANT INTERPERSONAL CONFLICT

Or like I was talking about how I hate swimwear options bc they're all revealing but if you choose to wear like, a t shirt and shorts, people still stare at you because that's socially unusual so it sucks either way and someone was like "I just do it anyway and if people don't like it they can die mad about it" and like... okay. I want to be able to go to the local pool and not either be uncomfortable with what I'm wearing or have people treat me weird about it. I would like for my presence and clothing choices to be considered neutral and it's fine for me to state that actually. This is not assimilationist or capitulating to people. It's going "hm I would love if stepping out my front door didn't have to be a revolutionary act!!!!!" Agghhhhh

[reasonsforhope]

"Shopping for clothes is already intimidating. There are so many options and styles to consider, as well as factors like sustainability and ethics.

But for people in fat, disabled, or queer and gender-nonconforming bodies, it’s even more arduous.

Nico Herzetty, Emma K. Clark, and Paul Herzetty wondered: What if there was a way people could shop — not necessarily by color or size — but by measurements, materials, and ethics?

So they set off to create their website: Phoria. 

Here, shoppers can set up a free profile, add their body measurements (and “typical fit challenges”) and peruse over 270 brands. Once these data points are entered, users can personalize their pages with “saved,” “recommended,” or “hidden” brands. 

Pages can be totally private, or shared with the community to connect over styles and brands.

Aside from fit, brands in the Phoria database (which claims to be “the largest database of plus-friendly brands”) can also be filtered as “gender-neutral,” “woman-run,” “small business,” or “natural fibers.” Users can also filter for price, preferred styles, and more.

Pictured: A screenshot of the "Fit Challenges" feature on a Phoria user's profile.

Some brands include popular names like Athleta, Levi’s, and Patagonia. Others are small businesses, like Beefcake Swimwear, or Hey Peach.

“For so many people, it feels too damn hard to find and keep clothing that fits in all the ways that really matter. So we’re doing something about it,” the Phoria website reads.

“Unlike most online shopping experiences, we center the needs of plus-size women, nonbinary, and trans people, and prioritize supporting clothing brands focused on sustainability, ethics, and inclusion.” ...

That team — made up of Clark, and Nico and Paul Herzetty — calls themselves “fat, disabled, and very, very queer.” 

“These are some of the main ways we identify, and they’re qualities that have directly impacted our ability to get dressed every day in a way that feels good,” the Phoria team introduces themselves on the website.

Pictured: A screenshot of Phoria's plus-size clothing brand database.

In addition to catering the user experience to women, non-binary, and trans people, Phoria is also a benefit corporation, or a B corp.

“We’ve legally required ourselves to consider the interests of all our stakeholders — customers, employees, the planet, and our shareholders,” the Phoria website explains.

“Our specific public benefit purpose is to reduce people’s dependence on buying mass-produced items made in unsustainable ways and to use human-centered business models to boldly challenge economic systems of inequity.” 

Right now, in the early stages of the company’s business, it doesn’t make any money.

“We’re focused on building something that genuinely solves plus-size people’s challenges around clothes shopping and supports smaller and more sustainable brands,” Phoria’s website states.

So, spreading the word seems to be of utmost importance...

Additionally, TikTok creators @couplagoofs (a queer couple named Morgan and Phoebe), recently shared a video in which they discovered Phoria. They met the website’s creators at a fat liberation event in their city and were introduced to the tool.

Quickly, commenters responded with gratitude and excitement.

“It is so disappointing to sort through pages of plus size clothes that aren’t even plus size,” a TikTok user commented. “This is gonna be such a good tool!” 

Some even shared emotional responses, speaking to the need at the heart of Phoria’s mission. 

“I’m… gonna cry,” another commenter wrote. “I’ve needed this my whole life.”"

-via Goodgoodgood, November 20, 2023

[deramin2]

Taliesin's neat swimsuit here is from Beefcake Swimwear of Portland, Oregon. They're based on androgenous 1920s bathing costumes, and were designed by a lesbian to be affirming to gender-nonconforming friends. They're also size inclusive from XS to 5XL with the full range of models.

ID: Taliesin Jaffe sitting with his hands in his lap looking looking off to the side. He's sitting ion the bench of a dunk tank surrounded by a cage with a large rope woven between the bars. He's wearing a teal and purple scarf tired around his head, several necklaces, and a one-piece swim suit with a sleeveless black and white horizontal stripe top and black shorts. End ID.

They're a bit pricey at $99, but it's because they aim for ethical labor at all stages of production and durable more sustainable materials. They have a pretty low markup (she's been very transparent about how they're made and costs). Slow fashion horrified by industry norms.

I just think they're a very interesting company. I bought one of their swimsuits early in my trans journey & it definitely unlocked gender euphoria. I like seeing how companies run when they're founded on the principal that industry norms are terrible & they can do better.

(In addition to recognizing the distinctive design on sight, I also know it's not a knockoff because the CR guys filmed an All Work No Play episode in a hot tub before the pandemic, bought these to comply with Twitch/YouTube rules, and mentioned the company by name.)

[brayneworms]

cold as ice, baby | hinata hajime

kinktober day one: fingering

word count. 2.9k

content. MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, trans!hinata, gender neutral reader, fingering, established but new relationship, kissing, no real power dynamics but hinata likes being in control, biting, reader doesn't get touched but it's implied at the end

♪ freak - lana del rey.

kinktober mlist | regular mlist

Some days, Hajime's self-loathing is no joke.

It feels like the heat in Jabberwock intensifies it sometimes. Sort of... bastes it. Like it's cooking in its own filthy greasy residue and making him feel all oily and gross and hot. So, so hot. Under that stupid sun he cooks, and he sweats, and he feels like they can all smell it on him.

Probably not though. He showers every day, and nobody gets close enough to try.

It makes him feel a little sick, is all. How much he wants you sometimes. He feels gross, barely a step above Hanamura or maybe worse. He feels like he should go to jail sometimes for the way he ogles you. It's a hot island, so sometimes you have so much skin out, shoulders and legs, gleaming from sunblock lotion, slightly tacky from the whitish paste. Or the sea salt in your hair, or the chapstick you'd loaned from Saionji on your lips, apple and cinnamon. Or the swimsuits. Hajime's mouth goes dry.

He does not want to think about you in swimwear. Because then he's not going to stop thinking about you in swimwear, and it'll lead somewhere bad, which is the whole fucking issue, really.

You're so new, the both of you. He's liked you for ages, but you've only been official for a month or so. He can't just pounce on you like a starving lion. Even though he wants to. Even though he really, really wants to.

He watches you sit cross-legged with Tanaka to feed his hamsters, or get a piggyback from Owari with her strong hands on your thighs, or sit down and braid Ibuki's hair into loving little plaits, your fingers skating over the pale skin of her neck and scalp.

And it does something to him. He imagines your hands, smoothing down the tawny skin of his arms, his waist, encircling his ankles, gripping his throat, buried in his hair. He looks at your fingers and imagines them balling up the stupid standard-issue bedsheets underneath you. He sees you stretch out your legs and sees them bent in half, over his shoulders, around his waist like a vice, your pretty eyes clenched shut, your pretty mouth hung open.

Heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Avoiding you and taking a lot of cold—unforgivingly cold—showers makes for a good temporary solution, but oh look, hasn't he just shot himself in the foot and scored a home goal with it? Because it just means you come knocking on his cabin door looking for answers.

At night.

When everyone's asleep, and you're alone, and he's only wearing his boxers because of this stupid perpetual heat.

"Have I done something wrong?" you ask, your voice all small and hurt, and Hajime wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

"No! Nonono," he blurts out in a panic, and he steps aside to let you in like a moron, like the idiot he so clearly is. It's not the first time you've been in his cabin, obviously, but it's night and you look all soft and vulnerable and he thinks you're freshly showered because he can smell the coconut bodywash you like to use.

But then reality breaks through because you look—honestly hurt, crossing your arms and shifting your weight from foot to foot, avoiding his eye, and then Hajime mostly just feels like a huge piece of shit.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, and pushes the heels of his hands into his eyes in a gesture of weariness. "It's—it really isn't anything you, uh, did. It's me. I'm just... weird."

"Weird about what?" you press, stepping forward. "C'mon, you can tell me. Whatever it is, we can just... talk it out."

You're so sweet. "It's—uh, honestly, it's just kinda really embarrassing. And stupid. And... weird. And I really don't wanna weird you out, or like, make you think I'm... something I'm not, 'cause I'm not, like, the thing that you're gonna think I am but I just—"

"Hajime." Your hands on his shoulders, clamping down. The warm soft skin dimples between your fingers. Hajime's voice dies in his throat. He stares on, cheeks cherry-red, entirely too hot, sweat collecting unpleasantly on the nape of his neck. "I can guarantee nothing you tell me is going to freak me out, or whatever it is you're scared of. And I can see it's clearly... weighing down on you."

You're so nice. Weighing down on you is such a nice choice of words. In reality he probably looks constipated from stress.

"It's just—" His tongue flicks out nervously to wet his lips, and your eyes absently flit down to track the movement, oh fuck, "It's just..." Bad idea bad idea bad idea. "I kind of... I don't want to come on too strong and... scare you off."

Your brow knits; he thinks he sees some sort of understanding fall into place behind your eyes, but it's kind of distant. "Come on too strong how?"

His blush spreads from his cheeks to the tip of his ears, down his neck. "I... ahaha..." The nervous breathless stupid laugh he gives makes him want to strangle himself. "Y-you know. When I'm around you, I..." He swallows hard. "It—I can't help but think about... stuff I shouldn't."

He sees the moment it clicks into place for you; the slight widening of your eyes, the parting of your lips. "A-ah."

Mortification floods him like a tsunami. "Sorry! Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never should've—" He's burning alive, he's actually baking like one of Hanamaru's luxury strips of meat that he slowcooks in the oven for hours on end so the whole hotel building ends up stinking of fucking, chicken and stock and rosemary all day—

"Hajime, hey." Your hands squeeze on his shoulders. "Just—breathe for a sec, please, you're freaking me out but not for the reasons you think you are."

Hajime gulps, eyes you nervously, and takes in a few desperate pulls of air. He feels small, like he's actively shrinking.

"First of all. It's not... like, weird, you know, to f-feel that kind of stuff in general," you say, incredibly haltingly like it's very awkward for you. "But it's even less weird when you're actually, you know, in a relationship, and I—I don't want you to feel weird about this, that's all, or about telling me when you're—you know. Because I'd be down. I mean, to help. Assuming that's what you want, I mean."

Hajime stares at you. His brain abruptly throws up its hands, bluescreens, and goes for a smoke break.

"Wha—wha?" he says intelligently. You smile fondly, the kind of smile that reminds Hajime why he fell in love with you in the first place.

"Do you want me to help you out?" you repeat, very clearly, and Hajime buries his face in his hands. Heat shoots through him like liquid lightning, illuminating every pore of his body. He can feel it gather between his legs.

"You don't have to," he mutters, heart thumping against his ribcage.

"Hajime," you say pleasantly. "D'you think you're the only one who's had to hold themselves back?"

It's pure, unadulterated shock that makes him lift his face out his hands to gawp at you, but the moment he does you cup his face with both of your hands and kiss him. He wonders if you can feel the heat of his burning skin on your palms, whether you care, and then your tongue is in his mouth and he stops wondering anything at all. He groans softly against your lips, and finally his useless hands move and he's grabbing, curling a fistful of your shirt in one hand and cupping the back of your neck with the other. He feels like he's been depriving himself of you for so long, and for fucking what? You feel incredible.

He walks you backwards until your knees his the frame of his bed and you're unseated with an undignified yelp. You bounce on the mattress, peering up at him. Hajime swallows hard. "Is this... okay? We don't have to—anything you want, God, anything—"

You put two hands on his waist, just above the waistline of his boxers, and Hajime stammers to a halt. He gazes at you, wide-eyed, brilliantly red. You press your lips to the skin just under his navel and his stomach sort of convulses at the sensitivity, and you keep going, down the trail of hair that disappears behind the waistband of his underwear, kissing over the fabric until you get to—

Hajime jolts and swears. His hands clench reflexively into fists at his side. "Lay down," he bursts out, and then flushes deeper. "Uh... please. If you want to. I—"

You giggle and pry your hands off him, leaving him feeling colder than ever. Hajime watches, mouth dry as you drape yourself lazily over his bed. Your sleep short ride up your thighs, the collar of your shirt dips down, and all the skin is making his head dizzy. He clambers over you a little clumsily, hitting your knee with his with a thud that makes you wince.

"Sorry!" he panicks, hands fluttering nervously over your leg. "Sorry, did that—that was an accident, I—"

"It's okay, it's okay," you laugh, the back of your hand covering your mouth. "Jeez, Hajime. Relax a little maybe."

His flush must be crawling down his chest at this point. "Yeah. Maybe." He glances around. "Kind of hard."

"Is it?" you ask with a pointed glance at his boxers. He groans, but the levity is extremely welcome, makes him feel less anxious. Reminds him it's just you, and you would never seriously laugh at him. Reminds him that he's safe.

"Is it okay if I'm—I mean." He wipes his clammy palms surreptitiously over his thighs. "I feel better when I'm more... in control. Y'know?"

You smile up at him. "That's fine with me. Are you going to boss me around now?"

Hajime laughs feebly, glancing away. He thinks it's a reasonable pretense that the idea doesn't make him ten times wetter.

He kneels between your legs and kisses you. You're so soft, skin warm and pliant and fresh from the shower. He can't hold back a moan when your tongue slips against his, and when your hand slides over his waist again, the pinky finger of your hand grazing the band of his underwear, he finally plucks up the courage to grab your wrist and drag it.

He lets out a choked sound into your mouth as your pliant hand slides between his legs. Pulling back from the kiss, panting hotly against your mouth. "Okay?" he asks hoarsely. "Please, oh my god, I need... only if you want, only if you want to..."

Your hand twitches to life inside the tight grip of his fist, and you skim your fingers over the wet spot of the fabric of his underwear.

Hajime shudders, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. "Ah... oh, fuck..." His shaking hand drops your wrist, reprimanding himself fiercely for maybe grabbing you too hard, but you didn't say anything, but he shouldn't just grab you and lead you like you're cattle, he opens his mouth to apologise when you cup his cunt through his boxers and he loses the ability to do anything at all. Anything other than moan into your skin, starting to get salty from the heat and the proximity, and he goes delirious with the idea that he's ruining you a little. Like you've just showered, you'd scrubbed your body all over with lovely scented soap and he's going to undo it methodically, deliberately, and you're going to let him, when it's all over you're going to smell like sweat and him and you'll have to clean all over again.

It's an intoxicating thought, the idea that someone as soft as you would let someone like him mess you up.

Your hand slips under the waistband of his underwear, follows the trail of hair down and finding him soft and hot and dripping wet. Hajime curses as your fingers skate almost curiously over his clit, his folds.

"Oh shit," you curse, mumbling almost more to yourself. "Y-you're so wet."

He makes a high, embarrassed noise in the back of his throat, eyes clenched shut, and his hips rock up into your hand in a gesture that feels inherently needy.

Despite his grossly obvious urgency, you take the time to bring your fingers back to your mouth and press them inside. Hajime watches, slack-jawed, pupils blown. When you take your fingers out, they're gleaming wet, and you grin at him. "You taste amazing."

Hajime is assaulted with all new images; your head between his legs, his hand on the top of your hair or tangled in your hair. Your tongue, soft and skilled against him, dripping spit and cum onto the carpet, and he has to stuff his knuckles in his mouth to stop himself moaning out loud. Sweat drips off his forehead and lands on your chest.

"Y/n," he croaks. "I'm gonna lose my mind."

You smile almost shyly, as if you didn't just have your fingers in your mouth right in front of him. "O-okay. Okay. Just, um... okay, I got it."

Hajime swallows hard. "Y-you're still sure?"

"I'm so sure," you tell him earnestly. And with that your hand glides down, over his collarbones, the twin scars arching beneath his breastbone, down his tense stomach and under his boxers again. This time, your fingers move with purpose. They roll over his clit and down the centre of his folds, parting them, dipping inside just slightly before coming back up. He feels a shivering mix of pain and pleasure as two of your fingers circle his clit, an indication that he's almost too sensitive; he feels like he's on fire, like forks of lightning are emanating from the vertice between his legs, and he lets out choked, high noises against your throat.

Mindlessly, it seems, his hips roll against your head, seeking something more. You take the initiative to prod with one finger, dipping lower from the other before teasing at his entrance. His thighs shake and part slightly for you, and you slip inside without another word.

The breach feels like breathing for the first time; he's so wet and so sensitive that you slide inside with barely a hint of pain, easing in up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhh god," he groans, feeling mindless, feeling weightless. "Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"What should I—"

"More," he nearly begs. "I want you inside."

The word should be embarrassing, but they just aren't. Not in front of you. You get your finger in slowly, inch by inch until your knuckles press up against him and he's clenching the sheets with his free hands.

He almost convulses when your finger curls up like it's searching for something; it presses against a spongey spot inside him and he whines from somewhere deep in his chest, and he hears you swear to yourself as you start moving in and out.

"Nngh, oh—hah..."

Oh he's gonna die. Your fingers are inside him. He's gonna fuckin' die—

One turns to two turns to three, your thumb rolling constant circles over his clit, sometimes catching so sensitively that he has to bite back whimpers. There's the stretch and the burn but even that is okay, feels good after a few moments. He feels distantly really bad that he's not touching you, but he will after, fucking hell he will after, whatever you want him to, he'd kiss the fuckin' ground you walk on for making him feel so good right now. All too soon he feels the familiar tightening in his stomach like a band.

"H-hey," he gasps out. "I think I—I'm c-close, so..."

"O-oh," you say, sounding equally breathless. "It's okay."

Your fingers push up into him, curling almost viciously into that spot inside him just as your other hand taps his jaw and guides his face to yours for a kiss. It's barely more than panting against each other's lips as your thumb presses down hard on his clit.

"Fuck, fuck," he cries. "Fuck, you're so fuckin'—so perfect—'m cumming, shit—"

He sobs out as he cums, alight from the inside out, shaking like he's just been hit by lightning. The pressure is so much that he needs an outlet, his finges pressing bruising marks into your hip and thigh, and he turns his head and bites down almost feverishly on your collarbone.

You tap his arm with a yelp, fingers jerking inside him as he starts to come down. He can feel his release dripping down his inner thighs and he lifts his head groggily.

"Shit," he mumbles eloquently, staring at the teeth mark on your skin. He didn't break skin, thank fuck, but he still feels mortified. "Sorry. Oh my god, sorry. That was—that was a total accident, I..."

"Ah, it—it's okay." You swallow hard. "Was that..."

Hajime shakes his head dazedly. "Amazing," he croaks. "Y-you're amazing." He gets the werewithal to roll off you with his shaking limbs so his weight isn't pushing into you anymore.

You let out a long, slow breath. "Was pretty amazing for me too."

Hajime glances at you with a trickle of amusememt. "Not yet it wasn't."

Your brow scrunches in confusion—but realisation dawns when you feel his hand slide up your thigh. In his eyes is a question, one that you nod hastily to. Hajime grins weakly.

"Good," he breathes. "As soon as I get my breath back, it's your turn." And it sounds like the sweetest thing ever when he adds, a moment later with a twist of that characteristic cockiness that leaps out at the most inopportune of moments: "I can't wait to see how pretty you're gonna look when I make you cum."

[kaeyats]

SAGAU,, water park

after the genshin characters (zhongli, xiao, childe, albedo, ei, yae miko, venti, diluc, kaeya, ayaka, ayato, kazuha, aether, paimon, lumine) found a way to leave teyvat and enter earth, you've been bringing them around to experience all the fun things in the modern world. and what's a better place to find some modern fun than in a water park?

reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D

warnings: reader is implied to be rich because this is wish fulfillment and the fic was based on a water park with really expensive tickets so this is the only logical reasoning within the fic, a few suggestive themes because swimsuits (gender neutral) are generally just so, lots of stress and chaos, mentions of alcohol, extreme rides/slides, based on my experiences with water parks in the philippines. these aren't actual warnings and i'm just rambling, aren't i? ^^

perhaps bringing all of them to a public place at the same time wasn't your best idea and considering how chaotic the trip has been so far, it might as well have been your worst. at the moment, you were quite literally looking and acting like a stressed out single parent, chasing around your ten- eleven children. if you counted ei fighting children to the tiny slides being "a child". never in your lifetime did you think you'd have to babysit the uptight and lawful electro archon (you've been her tour guide in-game, but that doesn't count), but here you were, explaining to her how the area with the extremely cheerful colors was indeed meant for kids under 9, not for gods around 2,000. you tried dragging ei into the wave pool, a place acceptable for adults (or at least adult-looking beings), but she didn't seem to want to interact with the deep waters, choosing instead to sit inside your rented cottage and brood after you dragged her away from all the crying children she threatened for cutting the line. the shallow waters of said "kiddy area" were much more appealing to ei, but she's not even allowed to be there anymore. >:((

both yae miko and kaeya had a lot to say about ei's humiliatingly childish actions, although you noticed kaeya being careful with his words, intelligent even in his teasing — ei was still a dangerous being after all. they teased the poor archon's face into a shade similar to diluc's hair and taking pity on ei, you decided to tell them off. the two eventually went away to do more entertaining things (their words), stepping away to lay down under an umbrella's shade with heavily tinted shades and drinking glasses full of soju. you always suspected that those two would get along quite well and seeing their relaxed figures gossiping about everything and anything on sun loungers, it seemed you were right. unfortunately for you though, they found pleasure in targeting you with their teasing, praising your body in swimwear, often cornering you with flirtatious remarks and inappropriate offers.

moving on, you found yourself your own drinking buddy as well. though you and kazuha chose to drink grape juice instead of anything alcoholic, knowing his.. extremely low tolerance. for a few moments, you found peace with kazuha (and the still-brooding archon sitting in the corner of your cottage, now drowning silently in guilt). you two chatted a lot about your world, you told him about every thought that came to mind and he listened to you with an attentiveness that warmed your heart. you always knew kazuha was a wonderful listener and even when you enjoyed the man's tales of traveling, it was nice to have someone who'd give you time and space to talk as well. the free-spirited wanderer tried some slides and rides with the others a while ago, but he found that conversing with you excited his beating heart more.

but of course, peace never had a chance of lasting with your current companions. after a few minutes of complaining about how venti never finished his food and would always leave random chunks in the open, you were approached by a grinning childe. albedo, xiao, aether, and diluc following closely behind him. a strange combination the more you pondered on about it, but that thought flew out your head the moment ajax opened his mouth, "[name]! me and the others are gonna try out the biggest water slide in the place. is that alright with you?"

"sure, if you can handle it.. wait, why are you even asking me about this? aren't you all literal adults...?"

a blush appeared on the harbinger's face, a common sight when he was around you, "ah, yes- just making sure."

"mm. okay, fair. kazu, i'm coming with them, just to make sure they don't murder any staff on the way." you looked over to the man you were previously sitting with, unaware of the jealous looks being thrown at him by the others behind you. he only seemed to shrug, signaling to you that he was rather fine where he was (and would rather not participate in further chaos). knowing who you were with, you empathized with kazuha's decision to stay behind. if only you had the freedom to run away from your "acolytes", but you doubt they'd ever let you get away from them.

while climbing the stairs towards the massive slide, you realized who exactly childe was bringing with him. you were confused to say the least. the traveler and everyone else was an expected group of folk, but all five of them? you never considered them to be close despite the few weeks they've been in your world. and knowing diluc's deep hatred for the fatui, you were surprised him and the ginger even agreed to doing something together. you weren't complaining though, quite curious about their dynamic. you just wondered how and why they even agreed to this. you had no time to ask however as the screams of the poor tourists going down the slide immediately grappled your attention.

had you asked them, you'd have found out that it was originally childe's idea, aether had agreed to go along with it as he does with most things, and the two originally intended to invite zhongli. he was too occupied with an oddly feminine magazine, thinking it was a record of wisdom from your world. so he instead asked the adeptus next to him to go in his stead, encouraging his somewhat son to pursue fun and bonding time with other people. xiao reluctantly agreed, the promise of excitement (god, listening to zhongli talk about the magazine's advice column was boring) and almond tofu afterwards influencing his decision making. realizing that the slide required four people, childe and aether frantically searched for a fourth, the deafening screams of the people who were currently on the slide spurring on the bloodthirsty harbinger even more.

soon enough, they found diluc who seemed to be in deep conversation with a certain chief alchemist. it took a lot for them to convince the winery owner into joining, but after realizing that going on the ride was probably going to impress you, their mighty and benevolent creator, the one who took them in their beautifully decorated home despite the constant hassle they brought, diluc relented and agreed, if only to showcase his bravery and strength.

now here they were, climbing into the giant floatie they were gonna ride down the slide. childe acted with excitement in his every step, he was quite familiar with the hydro element and he's had his fair share of gliding down waterfalls, slides gave about a similar feeling so he wasn't nervous at all — in fact, he was thrilled, almost psychotically so. unlike childe, diluc appeared quite stoic, quite emotionless about the whole ordeal. however, to anyone who paid attention to the tight grip he had on their floatie's handles and the sweat subtly streaming down his face, they would see that his expression of stone couldn't be further from what he was truly feeling. unfortunately for diluc, a cetain snezhnayan noticed, and he was intent on picking on the red-head later. aether felt quite a bit anxious. no kidding, he's faced many dangerous opponents in the past, but water slide physics had never been one of them. he was excited nonetheless, ready to feel the familiar rush of adrenaline flow through his veins. and as for the adeptus, he was rather.. unsure about what he was feeling. he couldn't remember the last time he felt fear, he was probably one of the strongest beings from teyvat, but here, the usage of his powers were prohibited and one couldn't exactly combat a slide. someway, somehow, his heart rate was faster than usual as he felt an unfamiliar emotion bubbling up in his stomach.

"wait, 'bedo, aren't you going to join them?"

"oh no, they only needed four people. i just tagged along to make a few observations." he explained to you, the waterproof camera you bought him a while ago held securely in his hands.

"for research purposes?" you questioned the brilliant alchemist with a mischievous glint in your eye.

"you can say that, but mostly for entertainment."

you smirked at his response. lately, albedo had appeared more human around you and the others. at first, he was so caught up in researching and trying to understand every single thing in your world, he had forgotten to truly take anything in. but recently you found that he finally let himself just enjoy the moment, letting loose in every new scenario he was introduced to.

albedo was chuckling with you when it was finally childe, diluc, xiao, and aether's turn to sway around the circular looking slide. you never pegged diluc to be a screamer, but out of all four of them, his deep baritone voice was the one heard throughout the resort. his body was rigid and visibly in a state of panic as they continued to move in rapid speeds, you were worried he was going to jump off the floatie mid-slide or something, but to your relief, diluc held on throughout the whole ride. you never thought childe would scream as well, but he did scream a bunch (like a pussy) before he started laughing in excitement (and at diluc's facial expressions, ones that albedo were lucky enough to capture). aether was fine for the most part, his vocal reactions mostly ones out of enjoyment. xiao was even more so rigid than diluc, seemingly frozen in place, silently panicking. he looked like he was holding on for his dear life and for a moment, it awakened your protective instincts.

as you descended down the building with albedo to congratulate your boys for being so god damn brave, you were greeted with the sight of the cavalry captain teasing his brother's unexpected reactions and yae along with ei curiously inquiring aether about the ride, considering taking a turn. zhongli didn't look so well, he looked rightfully concerned for his loyal warrior. despite childe's attempts at hyping him up, the former geo archon refused and left to tend to xiao instead, leaving a spot for the cavalry captain to take.

you discovered a lot of things that day. apparently kaeya, unlike his brother, only grunted when faced with extreme fear. yae remained more composed than ei, even finding the breath to make fun of her during the extreme ride. it came as a shock when you heard the electro archon shriek and hiss like a cat while they were sliding down. albedo's reactions were quite emotionless, only ever making a noise around the part where they fall down. diluc tried again a second time and safe to say, his reactions were quite better than the first time, his screams decreasing significantly in volume. you even had a try yourself and you finally understood why your companions reacted the way they did.

ei, yae, kaeya, and albedo made a good quartet, you thought. it eventually came time that they had to close the rides and after all of the screaming and taking turns on different slides, the four had stayed together as a group. curiously joining their conversation, you found that they made a wholesome dynamic — often conversing about the mundane things in life then it escalating to some philosophical thing, all the while sophisticatedly uplifting one another. yae promoted her, uhh, interesting light novels to albedo at some point and you have never seen him look so flabbergasted yet morbidly curious as when yae explained the premises of some of her favorite books. kaeya just laughed at the interaction between the two, a bit tipsy already. he had learned to embrace the insanity that was guuji yae's interest in novelaw a while back when they were talking.

you had wandered shortly after joining their bickering, exploring the little shops around the water park resort. you bought a trinket for every character you had brought with you, somehow always finding something that reminded you of someone. for venti, it was a pair of socks that had blue green stripes wrapped around them. for aether and paimon, you bought three wooden keychains (one for you to match) that had interesting markings. for diluc, you bought more sunscreen because he always looked so sunburnt despite the many times you rubbed sunscreen all over his body. you chuckled to yourself, you were shopping like a cheap grandma on christmas.

you ran into paimon, lumine, ayato, ayaka, and venti shortly afterwards. only then did you realize that you hadn't seen them much the whole day. apparently, they had been enjoying their own little spa-and-shop day with your credit card (god bless its soul). as much as they wanted to spend time with you the whole day, they'd rather abuse the resort side of the water park than add on the list of children you were tasked to babysit.

"i thought after shopping, you'd finally get rid of those blinding speedos, oh dear bard."

"that's what i kept telling him!" chipped in the ever so chatty paimon.

safe to say you got a whole excerpt about how wearing bright yellow speedos to a water park was nothing to be ashamed of. in fact, in venti's own logic, you should be praising his charmingly good looks and drowning him in attention for wearing such seductive and scandalous clothing. ayato was very, uhm, to put it, disturbed by the whole conversation. you caught lumine shooting him a look of pity more than once throughout the bard's ramblings. you did your best to reassure the kamisato siblings not to worry as it was all just harmless banter with the bard. talking came as one tedious task with the anemo archon constantly whining and sputtering out utter bull next to you. you were this close to shoving a bunch of swimwear into his mouth to shut him up.

but alas, the time came that you had to head home and venti's demise had once again slipped away from your hands. you refused to sit near him, instead forcing him to take the car with the annoyed diluc and the entertained childe. if it were any other night, venti probably would've gotten along with the sly ginger, but the harbinger was instead shot down with the brooding bard's remarks about how stupid he looked. your poor personal driver (amongst many other paid drivers) had to tolerate the frustrated banter tossed around by the three as well as a certain paimon joining in only to stoke the fires of their anger. poor aether did his best to ignore them and just stare out of the car window, wishing he had took the car with you and his sister instead.

you sat down in between lumine and ayato, deciding their company was the most pleasant and well, least stressful to deal with. you laughed along the two, updating them on all the escapades that had occurred a while back — a thoroughly flustered xiao glaring at you three from behind you, zhongli next to him excitedly chatting with ayaka about another magazine (meant for teenage girls) he had found inside one of the stores in the water park.

"so that's what me and lumine heard."

"trust me, i was shocked too. albedo looked like he was having a eureka moment."

"somehow i don't think i can view the winery owner in the same lens after this."

overall, you would rate this day 8/10. fun, really fun. you almost died at the sight of your favorite characters in swimsuits, but it would've been a worthy death. the bonding and the rides were all really fun as well. it would've been 10/10 had venti not been flexing his speedos (and ass) to his fellow archons the whole time.

[valtsv]

you said you grew up by the sea!! can i ask what the sea means to you? i am so emotional about the ocean i've always been so unspeakably fascinated and enamored by it

it's hard to describe because the ocean was such a constant presence that it was just kind of a part of life for me growing up. i didn't really realize how fortunate i was to have it so easily accessible until i lost it when i moved to the city.

i guess the best word to describe it would be "powerful". like i said, you could never forget that the ocean was There, even if you weren't standing anywhere near it. on days when the wind blew strongly enough in the right direction, you could hear it, and smell it. the smell of brine and seaweed was the backdrop of daily life for me growing up, and the town i grew up in was so small that whenever i left the house i was almost guaranteed to pass the ocean on my way to wherever i was going.

the danger of it was simultaneously something you quickly became desensitized to and something you never really forgot. there was always a part of you that knew that the sea could just take you at any time, no matter how careful you were. it wasn't uncommon to see a pile of flowers on the promenade as you walked by marking where someone had been washed out and drowned. pretty much everyone knew someone who had died despite the sea walls and warning signs. there were days when the waves were so strong that even the grey concrete walls that were several feet thick in the most reinforced places couldn't keep them from crashing over onto the walkways.

the beach was sand and stone, and the water was full of clouds of silt too thick to see through even with protective eyewear. you never knew how deep the water was beneath you unless your feet could touch the bottom, or what was down there. it was something you quickly got used to, the knowledge that you'd never be totally safe but were willing to take the risk. most people who got hurt or killed were, predictably, teenagers and young adults who decided to push the boundaries of how much of a risk they could take. i was one of those kids. most of us were. despite being all too aware of the danger, we never really believed that it would happen to us. at the same time, we knew we weren't immune. that's why we did it - for the thrill. i still have scars from all the times i was thrown against rocks and barnacles, stepped wrong while scrambling over rocks and slipped, or was scraped over the ocean floor. i still remember staggering and collapsing onto the shore with my heart pounding so hard my chest hurt after almost being swept out to sea, realizing how close i had come to being drowned or smashed to pieces. i remember shrugging it all off and heading back in five minutes later, accepting that the sea would take me if she wanted me and that there was nothing i could do about it, so i might as well enjoy myself.

knowing how to swim was basically mandatory, even if you never got in the water. if you could learn how to swim and didn't, you were a fool. the local swimming pool offered free lessons, and safety campaigns were a regular feature of school and community event. i could still recite some of the slogans and warnings to you now, they're so ingrained into my head (not that i didn't choose to ignore them sometimes).

small businesses thrived on the waterfront. there were so many cheap food places to choose from when you wanted a snack, from ice cream vendors to hot fried food vans to cafes and corner stores. people didn't even bother to put their clothes and shoes on over their swimwear to cross the road and grab a bite to eat on warm summer days.

body and gender neutrality was extremely normalized. nobody cared who you were or what you looked like; once you were in the sea the clouds of silt hid your body from view, and the water made everyone look more or less the same - like a sopping wet beast.

the natural environment was incredible. there was so much life everywhere - sea plants, crabs and smaller crustaceans, seabirds and fish. you could buy fresh catches each morning from local fishermen. sharks and seals were a rare novelty, a community event of sorts.

community events often made use of the seaside. sailing was easily accessible; even if you couldn't afford your own boat, there was a sailing club with a surplus. the local horse rescue volunteer association i worked at took the horses down to ride by the beach and in the water in summertime, and it was some of the most fun i ever had galloping through the waves, soaking wet and shivering with excitement and cold. there were bonfires on the beach in the fall, and fireworks and hot drinks and stories around the fireside in the winter. it was an incredibly, terrifyingly free place to live, where the only real limits were your own. i honestly can't do it justice in words. i miss it every day.

[dinoserious]

these have just been sitting in my drafts; misc ute doodles. some quick headshots i was gonna do for all of em but got bored, gully and cleary swimwear noodling (shirtlessness is very gender neutral in this setting and is more reliant on personal comfort. no ones got tits), and Here Take This Dart

[crystalflie]

Two Cat People In The Same Room. (IV)

Part IV—> (Part llI here)

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Banda Sunato

Description: Apparently raiding the department stores was everyone’s first instinct after the king of spades scare at Shibuya Cross. Now you’re stuck with only a cat hoodie over your inconvenient swimwear from the beach, and two unconventional cat lovers in a game of betrayal.

Word count: 1630

Tags: Gender-neutral reader, general audiences, canon divergence, fluff, canon typical character behavior and description of violence, Chishiya and Banda side-eyeing each other, can be platonic or romantic.

^A tiny bit of angst this chapter, with comfort.^

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You think that Matsushita is avoiding you.

After the little ‘incident’ with Banda and Chishiya, it was fair enough…but that doesn't mean you didn’t feel ashamed every time you were in the same proximity.

And it also didn’t help that Banda liked to subtly give you attention by getting close whenever he had the chance, or by asking to help you with your suit symbol when Chishiya was very obviously within range and listening.

It was all generally harmless and you didn’t mind it as much as you act like you do- until players suddenly began to die, even after the intimidating bully had passed. It shocked you to an unexpected degree, only because it was different when you knew that the people you were surrounded by, the people you were supposed to trust, were responsible for those that never got to leave their cell.

It was terrifying that ‘trust’ was so fragile, yet the most important component of the game. You’ve never been so relieved to have Chishiya and Ippei..though sometimes forbidden thoughts manage to cross your mind. Horrible, you knew, but more than once you found yourself to be hesitant, and accepted Banda’s offer to share symbols.

Not as if you’ll fully trust Banda either, but it doesn’t hurt to get some reassurance, right?

More or less, it was all done away from Chishiya’s knowledge, since he and Banda don’t exactly get along.

You strangely didn’t want Chishiya to be disappointed in you.

You really didn’t want him to know..how Banda and you would ‘accidentally’ bump into each other in the halls, where you’ll take off your hood and he’ll part the back of your hair, saying either spade, diamond, heart, or club.

Luckily, each time it matched what Chishiya and Ippei had told you. An unexpected weight had been lifted from your chest, and you were able to rest assured.

Though one thing didn’t change.

Banda never stopped approaching you, and even when you didn’t need to ‘help’ each other anymore, the little exchanges continued. You supposed that it would be unfair to stop now that your own doubts were gone, who knows how Banda feels about Matsushita?

“Diamond.”

Banda turned around, smiling, and gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks for the help.”

He was always extra kind to you afterward, even sometimes bringing you snacks from the cafeteria. It seems to be the case this time too, because he pulled out a packet of cookies from his pants pocket.

“Thank yo-”

Then he pulled out another pack.

“Oh, more-”

And another.

And he continued taking out cookies pack after pack until your hands were full and he patted himself down to make sure he’s got every last one.

“Banda, how- why did you take so many?!”

Banda hummed, brushing off your question with a slight shrug.

“I want to make sure the kitty cat is eating well.”

If the definition of ‘eating well’ is consuming an unauthorized sum of cookies, then yes, you would be eating well before you died from a sugar overdose.

“Okay..thanks I guess, but I should get back now, don’t want my friends to be suspicious..”

You gave Banda a nod, walking past him down the hall. He didn’t object either, footsteps indicating the man was off to his own business.

The building was still a little unsettling despite you having gotten used to it, and it had way too many turns for your liking.

You also didn’t know what to do with all the cookies Banda had left you with, you certainly weren’t going to eat them all. At least there were different flavors, but still, they were all the same brand.

Did Banda like these?

As you walked, you tried to stuff the packages into your hoodie pockets, but it still looked unnatural, like you were secretly hoarding something.

Maybe if you can get back to your cell, then you can throw them in the sink. Better than getting questions.

Your walk sped up, eager to quickly arrive at your destination, but as you rounded a dark corner, something- or someone was in your way.

“Boo.”

“AHHHH!”

Unable to stop, your only option was to fall backward, landing right on your butt. As you did, all the cookies came slipping out of your hoodie, scattering around the floors.

Your eyes darted up to see Chishiya’s amused face, who was a little surprised at how extreme your reaction was.

“Wh-What were you doing there?!”

He takes a few steps closer, staring you down with no intention of lending a hand.

You instinctively scurried further away, still sitting on the cold floors.

“What was I doing there?”

Chishiya wore a neutral expression, the edge to his voice making you nervous.

You slowly nod, unsure where he was going with this.

“I think the real question is, what were you doing?”

At some point, your back hits the wall, and Chishiya’s form cornered you.

“I was just going to find you..”

Your voice came out less confident than you'd like, but all that was on your mind was whether or not Chishiya had seen you speaking with Banda.

Judging by his words, he totally has.

You don’t realize how you tried to curl into yourself more until Chishiya let out a small scoff, kneeling down to meet your eyes.

“You don’t trust me.”

He stated it like it was a fact, and you felt the need to refute the accusation. You didn’t want to lose Chishiya and Ippei’s trust, because you did trust them, and if they didn’t trust you, then…

“I-I do!”

Chishiya tilted his head as if he were confused, not saying anything.

“I’m sorry..”

His intense stare was making you nervous, and you did the only thing you knew how—apologize. Maybe if you gave in now, you’ll be able to salvage the situation, and Chishiya wouldn’t be too upset.

“I really do trust you and Ippei..with Banda, I was just..”

The white-haired man sighed, chuckling as he shook his head and stood up again.

“No, you were smart for that, don’t worry, I won’t tell Ippei.”

You felt yourself trembling at what he said, suddenly overwhelmed with a new sense of fear. It was almost like you betrayed Chishiya, and for some reason, you really, really didn’t like the feeling of losing him. He was honestly a nice companion to have, in a weird comforting sense having known of him before this stupid game.

A few seconds passed and you couldn’t feel Chishiya’s presence over you anymore, he was walking away.

You didn’t give him the chance to go far before you managed to desperately cling onto one of his legs in a bear hug, not letting go.

“No! Don’t go!”

Frozen, he looks down to see you holding on for dear life.

“I wasn’t lying..I do trust you..I’m sorry for doubting you before..”

You squeezed his leg tighter when he didn’t respond, muttering another apology before letting go and attempting to stand up on your own. Your legs were shaky, and for an unknown reason your head was warm, clouded with aching when you realized you were being ignored.

At least you thought you were, you didn’t hear anything other than your labored breathing, perhaps even sobs you tried to hold back in front of Chishiya.

You didn’t even know why you were so worked up, just the pure atmosphere of this place was weighing down on you, and the thought of losing the trust of a friend when you needed it the most..was too much.

You stumbled a bit trying to quietly leave, but felt something stabilizing both of your arms. Blinking through your tears, you could see Chishiya’s mouth moving, saying something you couldn’t make out.

As you didn’t know what he was saying, you remained still and allowed him to set you on the ground, leaning your back against the wall.

You just let it happen, sniffling, feeling too defeated to care whether or not he’ll leave anymore.

The man ended up crouching next to you, using one of his sleeves to wipe away the wetness on your face.

He was gently shushing you, trying to get you to stop crying.

“Take a deep breath, okay?”

You bite your lower lip, trying to listen to his instructions, when Chishiya moves his hand to the side of your ear, stroking through your hair.

He does this until your breathing stabilizes, and you were disappointed to find his warmth slipping away.

“Look..I’m sorry for scaring you, okay? I’m not angry, I believe you.”

Chishiya knew he wasn’t exactly the best at expressing his emotions, but he wasn’t expecting you to be that affected by his rather apathetic nature.

He tried his best to be comforting, but one look at your reddened eyes and anyone could tell you’ve been crying. He didn’t mean to purposely upset you or push you this far, and now, it was up to him to raise your spirits again.

“Okay..that's good..”

You awkwardly moved your arms, debating whether or not it was alright to hug him. You decided you were too relieved to care, and hugged him anyway.

Equally awkward, Chishiya slowly patted your back.

“Do you want to go to the cafeteria? You’ll be less lightheaded if you have something.”

“Maybe if you carry me there..” You quietly joke, hoping to lift the mood.

“Okay.”

“Huh? Wai-”

You feel one of Chishiya’s arms slipping under your knees, and his other arm hoisting up your lower waist. In one swoop, he lifted you into a princess carry and began walking towards the direction of probably, the cafeteria.

“CHISHIYA!”

Chishiya sighs again,

“I’m starting to notice you like to scream my name a lot.”

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~AN: I just want to say if I spelled something wrong or if the wording is bad pls let me know because its like 5 am and my brain is muddled. Thank you for reading!!~

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[originalgenshinscenarios]

Hello there! I humbly ask for Lisa, Eula, Kujou Sara, and a fourth of your choice, beach HC's with their S/O because I'm literally melting in this weather and would like to look at something nice before i turn to liquid

Okay I decided to scratch my first come first served rule just because I wanted to throw Nilou in here and I was DYING to write for her (legit I can't find any Nilou x reader content SMH)

Lisa, Eula, Sara and Nilou on the beach with their S/O

Reader here is gender neutral

Tw: few somewhat suggestive comments (Lisa), alcohol mention (Eula)

Lisa

You know her, you didn't even need to finish your sentence and she agreed immediately to come to the beach.

Relaxing with you by her side while listening to calming sounds of the ocean was truly a paradise.

AND on top of that she gets to see you in a swimsuit, there is literally no reason for her to refuse.

She was quickly ready to go, and of course she had to impress you with her own choice of swimwear as well.

Although she wasn't doing much swimming, she preferred a good nap under the shade. But if you asked her to, she would come with you for a few minutes to cool off. Still the two of you didn't spend evey single second together.

So, if you happened to leave Lisa alone for a longer time it was very likely to get hit on. At first she'd politely shoo anyone away, but you already know what happened to the persistent types. After all, if there is something to fear it's Lisa who lost her patience.

And she'd gladly tell you that story. Mostly to calm herself down. But after talking to you she quickly forgets about it since just looking at you makes her thoughts go back to a better place~

Eula

She didn't feel the heat as badly as you did, but she'd be lying if she said that she was against the idea of going to the beach.

She was looking forward to also trying some drinks at a bar. After all: you need to hydrate yourself. Especially during weather like this.

Thankfully the ridiculous beach prizes weren't so encouraging, so she didn't drink too much.

So after that refreshing start you decided to have usual beach fun. The cold water was almost like a blessing.

If you splash her, you know that she will fight back. Even if your splash is gentle- you just started a war. One that she will win.

And it was clear how much fun she was having, although she wouldn't admit half of it. "It was just a nice way to cool off, nothing more nothing less" kind of excuse.

You knew the truth though, but you decided to not make her uncomfortable by teasing her and pushing her to admit to it.

Still you couldn't resist small comments here and there, thankfully she didn't mind.

Kujou Sara

She pretended the heat wasn't getting to her, shielding herself from the sun with her wings but it wasn't much help since her wings being cooked by the sun wasn't a pleasant feeling either.

She was stubborn, claiming that she doesn't need a break. But you managed to eventually convince her. After all, if not to cool off, she can't say no to a regular date with you right?

You didn't know why she was avoiding it so much, and she didn't want to tell you either. She quickly got adjusted to your plans though.

When you got there she was feeling spending the time more actively. So running along the shore, swimming. Literally anything but sitting still. At least for the start.

Since with how hot it was, the idea of just sitting and doing nothing just seemed like you're going to be tortured by the sun.

Be it volleyball, swimming or just running she just wanted to do something. No matter what you ended up doing, she wasn't going all out on it.

It was all just casual fun. And watching her enjoy herself was amazing. She still had that focused look on her face that is so intimidating (and charming) yet when she spoke you could tell that she was relaxed.

Nilou

In general during such hot weather she made it clear how important it was to hydrate yourself often as well as apply sunscreen. So she reminded you both of such every once in a while whenever you were exposed to the sun for a longer time.

She was also suffering from that heat, so she was surprised she didn't come up with the beach idea herself! She had a lot of ways to battle the hot weather but in the end a date with you is something she just can't refuse.

While you were on your way some of her merchant friends insisted to give her "a few" items... But at least it was something you could use on the beach so you didn't have to go home to put everything away, such a nice coincidence...

Compared to how much stuff she usually gets it was pretty light this time. So you didn't have to suffer the heat with heavy luggage on top of that.

Even with that few interruptions and delay, you finally made it to the beach and Nilou almost immediately took your hand and the two of you went for a swim as soon as you placed everything down.

It was just so hot, walking to the beach was only making her look forward to swimming even more.

Her smile when she finally felt the refreshing cold water was to die for. She had a lot of fun swimming. And when she looked carefully she saw a few pretty shells. So she ended up picking them throughout your beach day. She didn't do anything with them exactly, but it was always something to remind her of this fun day with you.

~Mod Lisa

[rudhira]

Yearly 4t2 conversion!

I went for these for ??? some reason I guess, they're EP10 Shorts Layered. There are three(!) versions! Shorts Layered has the original shorts with sneakers, set as everyday and athletic. Shorts Layered Edit removes the layered part and is set as swimwear only. Finally, Shorts Unlayered is a fullbody version of Shorts Layered Edit. For child and teen, everything is towniefied because why not lol.

Download! - swatch

I also realized that I had no athletic top separates for boys, so I made a recategorizer for cftoptshirt which gender neutralizes the two-tone shirts and enables them for pajamas and athletic as well.

Download recategorizer!

Recommended: naked top separates

[writingjourney]

Hi! I’ve had this thought swirling in my head for days and I HAVE to share before I go nuts with Secondo taking over 😂 I went to a bbq recently and all I could think of is all the Papas, ghouls and “Seestor”hosting one amongst themselves, and they’re allowed a plus one ofc, so Secondo takes you. He’s acting like his usual bitter old man self…and then gets jealous when others start staring at you, getting worse when you have your swimwear, and then he just ends up sitting you on his lap for a while. 🏃🏼‍♀️

Thank you for infesting my brain with this and activating my Secondo brain rot 😭

I wish I had the capacity rn to write a full thing for this but just... I need to add a little bit to it (under the read more bc I got carried away, gender-neutral reader):

I can imagine Secondo being the one who actually does the barbecueing and prepares the food or at least he quickly finds himself alone because everyone else acts like they don't know how to do it and besides, Terzo already brought the potato salad and there just isn't enough space in front of the grills for more than one person anyway, you know?

He'd mildly grumble about it but actually he enjoys taking care of everyone, feeling important and showing off his skills. At first you stay by his side even though you don't know how to help, he's very particular about how he does things, just so he's not all alone. However, you're quickly distracted by Terzo and the ghouls who are passing the time until dinner is ready by playing volleyball and doing all kinds of pool shenanigans. They get you to join and you soon find yourself laughing and giggling as they splash you with water or throw their beach balls at you.

At first Secondo is incredibly glad that you blend in so seamlessly, that no one even bats an eye at the fact that you're there with him and that they respect you as part of the family. But then the ghouls and ghoulettes get a little too comfy with you, a little too touchy, staring a little too hard at you in your scarce swimwear. He knows there is no reason to be jealous, he trusts you completely and he's not insecure when it comes to your love. The reason he gets jealous is that he finds himself wishing that he could be the one to make you laugh like this. Who brings out this carefree side of you and who holds you close while the cool water softly sways around you.

This quickly leads to him missing your company and wanting to be close to you and he's quite over this barbecue all of a sudden but of course he can't let the food burn, neither does he want to spoil your fun when he knows he's just being silly, so he just watches from afar and observes the situation. He only snaps out of it when Terzo shows up and asks him if he plans to serve any ghoul meat tonight because the intensity of his death stares surely has to be lethal.

Secondo only relaxes when you all sit down to eat and he finds himself right beside you again. His hand never leaves your thigh, it's actually quite impressive how he manages to eat a whole steak using just one hand. You praise his food of course, as do the others, and his mood improves – well, right until dinner is over and the ghouls and ghoulettes already try to drag you off again. This time, he's having none of it and the moment your butt leaves the garden chair you find yourself pulled back by two strong hands that wrap around your waist. He pulls you right into his lap, firm hands on your front pushing you into his groin as his lips press to your neck in a wet kiss. You can't help but chuckle because you know exactly what prompted it and you don't mind spending time with your love after all the excitement from earlier. You place your hands on his, engaging in the conversation he's falling into with his brothers. There's certainly worse things than sitting in Secondo's lap for the rest of the night ♡

[donutsupremacy]

Accidental Desperation (Pt. 1)

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Summary:

"Your roommate finds it hard to sleep at night after their dreams were filled with you, and that caused just enough problems for him in his boxers. It seems like there's no other way to get rid of it but to take the matter into his own hands... literally."

Warnings/Spoilers:

Written during 4.8

Featuring the first half of 6reeze (Aether, Venti, Xiao)

Modern AU

Gender neutral reader

And they were roommates shenanigans

PURE UNADULTERATED S M U T

and a bit of fluff lol why not

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️

M*sturb*tion

Voyeurism (I think)

Wet dreams

Perverted 6reeze j*rking off to lewd pictures of you

100% headcannon based tip colours (iykyk)

A/N: Again— no time for Kinktober, but might as well make 6reeze smut a tradition for me every October now (I have my own thirst to satiate with Heizou and I would like to meet my quota)

But since 3 guys is already making this post long enough (giggity), I'll leave Kazu, Heizou and Scara on part 2. I'll make their's ASAP after this :3

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Aether

Dreaming of you sucking him off while on your knees woke up the blonde abruptly, not even getting a chance to envision your mouth being filled with his cum.

The feeling of his cock straining painfully against his boxers was the first thing he felt when he woke up.

As immoral as it may seem, he ended up pulling out his phone, frantically scrolling through your social media and finding a picture of you at a beach— your swimwear exposing just enough skin and accentuating your gorgeous figure, leaving not much for the imagination.

Try as he might to attempt closing his eyes and falling back asleep, they quickly shoot open at each twitch he felt. That image was burned into his mind of your pretty lips wrapped around the shaft of his cock and your throat bulging.

Would you really handle his entire length like that? Or would you be having tears running from your innocent eyes while gagging halfway through... damn he wanted to find out.

Perfect, Aether thought as he quickly nudged his boxers down enough for his cock to spring out.

Wasting no time, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock while the other held his phone woth your picture staring back at him. Aether began setting a slow pace, pumping up and down slowly as you did in his dream.

The warmth of his palm enveloped his shaft, making him wonder if your hand would be just as warm and soft... and how tight you'd be if he was inside of you.

Quiet grunts and gasps fell from his lips, it doesn't take long for him to pump faster, hips trembling and bucking into his own fist, panting your name with a breathless voice.

Much to Aether's dismay, he kept jerking off and thrusting into his fist while panting out your name, his thoughts muddled and the sound of your voice ringing in his ears—

Unbeknownst to the blonde, you were up late at night getting a snack, walking past his bedroom— only to hear the quiet mutters of your name. Your curiosity was quickly piqued.

You lingered outside his door for a little moment before turning the door knob. You cringed as it clicked a little too loudly, but you had already pushed his door open and peeked inside.

Wait, he heard your voice clearly this time...

His eyes opened, and just seeing your face was enough to bring him over the edge.

Aether frantically tried to hide his cock using his bedsheet, only to grunt and gasp as thick ropes of his cum splattered against the fabric, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red at the failed attempt to hide himself. It was already too late anyways, you saw him jerking off to... you.

"Shit— I-I'm sorry— I'm sorry, really! [Name], jesus, why'd come in now of all times—" Aethwr was sputtering out apologies and begging you to not move out or kick him out. However, he was pleasantly surprised when you entered the bedroom and locked the door, your face tinted with a rosy pink. And that grin on your face when you saw your picture on his phone screen...

"Y'know... if you wanted some 'material'... I can always give you the real thing."

Venti

The pretty sounds of your shaky moans and soft whimpers shook Venti out of his dream. Oh, the sounds you made were so heavenly.

The aching and heat pooling in his abdomen was a familiar feeling, this wasn't the first time he thought about you this way.

He jolts, gripping the bedsheets as he stared at the ceiling, taking a moment to recall every single moment of that dream— from undressing you frantically, to having you bounce on his cock, your body quivering and struggling to keep bouncing while he gripped your waist to keep you still.

Xiao

Thinking you were still away at your hometown, Venti figured he could have some 'me time' for himself. Plus, he saw your social's this morning, it seemed like your area was experiencing a minor heatwave since you were wearing such skimpy clothing. Could you be secretly tempting him?

Venti glances down at his cock, the way it twitched gave him a sense of familiarity from when he used to pleasure himself while you were in his mind. Nowadays, you two seem to talk a little less, what with private matters going on in both your lives, and he misses you dearly.

Nonetheless, you always end up in his mind one way or another. And he ends up jerking himself lazily while staring at your picture, eyes full of lust and longing. Still assuming he was alone in the apartment, he unashamedly moans your name, on his knees and the bed as he frantically thrusts into his fists, wishing for it to be your tight hole.

You jolt awake at the sound of Venti's voice, his moans muffled behind the walls. Damn, were you hibernating the whole time? Thankfully it was the holidays and your schedule was free, you must've been exhausted and forgot to inform Venti you were home.

A little Disorientated, it took you a while to register the sound of Venti's voice loudly moaning your name and sputtering out god-knows-what-else.

But once you caught on, you were still a little sleepy but concerned, thinking Venti was calling for you. And being the good roommate crushing on him, you stumbled out of bed, somehow making your way to the door without falling back asleep.

You huffed and opened the door, ready to yell at Venti for waking you up from your lovely slumber— until you saw the way he froze in position, one hand holding his phone with a photo of you on it and the other wrapped around his cock.

"...Hi." Was all Venti could say while sheepishly smiling at you, his cheeks tinged red. After a tense moment of silence, he swiftly threw his bedsheet over himself, trying to hide from you.

Venti, knowing he fucked up his chances with you, still tried to play it off with a nervous laugh. "M-My bad! Ahah— uh, just forget what you saw alright? Ooh, it's midnight now, you got stuff to do tomorrow right? Why don't you head on back to sleep, I, uhh, didn't mean to wake you up—"

While Venti kept going and on with his excuses, you quietly crept over to his bedsheet and gently pulled it off, exposing a flustered and panicked Venti tbat was still hard.

You offered him a reassuring smile, before getting down on your knees in front of him. Venti could almost cum on your face just seeing you like this, he flashes you his usual cheeky and flirty grin.

"No worries... I think I really liked what I saw... I just... want a closer look, please."

This is what Xiao gets for stalking your social media before going to sleep every night— what kind of creep gawks at pictures of you ice skating in such tight clothing?...

Him, he saved the pictures into his album full of you.

The dream of his fingers forcefully tearing the flimsy clothing apart and pouding into you until you're left a sputtering mess, begging more for his cock, fresh and permanent in his mind. Unfortunately, the dream kept appearing in his head enough times for the bulge in his boxers to grow harder and more prominently.

He hissed at the stinging sensation... What happened to the cool, calm, nonchalant and distant Xiao? Reduced to a heated mess with a hard-on thinking about you?... That's just the effect you have on him.

And he wonders if you drool over him just as much as he did over you.

After a moment of berating himself for being pathetic and contemplating on what he should do, he decided to find that picture of you again as he was pulling his boxers down. Archons, did that outfit perfectly hug your each and every curve perfectly, he wished he could dig his fingers into the plush of your thighs while groping every single inch of you.

Xiao hesitantly pulled his cock out, the tip an angry shade of pink. Now throwing all caution into wind, his hips spasmed from the touch of his own fingers on his shaft, he was sensitive and needed to satisfy himself immediately. Placing his phone down on his bed, his cock hard and angled just below your lips from his point of view.

Slow and steady was not Xiao's style whatsoever, and now wasn't the time to be slow at all. Hands frantically pumping up and down his shaft, Xiao groan's filled the quiet atmosphere in his room, thumb sliding over the tip to gather a bit of his pre-cum as lube.

Meanwhile, you had came back home pretty late from work because of traffic— that goddamn deer...

You were a little sluggish and sleepy, dragging yourself across the floor. But as you walked past Xiao's bedroom, your ears caught on to quiet shuffling and muffled sounds. It was hard to make out the noises, but they sounded like groans and pants.

The door to Xiao's room was, luckily for you, left unlocked, allowing you to push the door slightlt ajar and peek inside. Your eyes widened as you spotted his figure hunched over in the dark room, his handsome features and his throbbing cock being lit up by his phone.

At first, you were curios and a bit concern, was the guy overworking himself again? Troubled by something? Or was feeling sick? As a good roommate, you wanted to be there for him and support him...

Mostly to hang out with him because you thought he was hot.

You could barely make out your own picture on his phone, his cock throbbing and twitching as he furiously rubbed one out. Xiao seemed to be way too focused on himself, grunting and muttering out only half your name while thrusting into his fist.

His dark hair clung to his forehead, sweat dripping down and eyes closed shut trying to imagine his cock thrusting into you mercilessly instead of his fist. The thought of you cumming on his cock helped Xiao reach his climax as well, cum spluttering out from the tip of his cock and spilling onto his hand, a few drops slowly slipping down and onto his bed.

"Ah—" The thought of Xiao climaxing to you was... exciting, and you couldn't help but moan in arousal, getting off on seeing your roommate jerking off to you.

Xiao jolted, snapping his head towards your direction as he frantically tried to pull up his boxers and hide his phone. "[Name]!? Damn— The fuck??—" He hissed quietly, cheeks tinged in a faint red.

"I-I'm sorry!" You sputtered out, snapping out of your aroused state as you realized that you were intruding on Xiao's privacy... even though you weren't apologetic at all, really.

"Sorry?" Xiao parroted, narrowing his amber eyes at you, gritting his teeth. You caught a slight bulge in his boxers. "You wouldn't be sorry if you purposefully invade my privacy.

The silence between you two was deafening, it felt a whole decade had passed before you finally spoke up, voice barely above a whisper but Xiao caught on anyways. Your next words got him harder than before and he couldn't wait to have his way with you.

"Then... Let me apologise to you... with my body..."

[monster-match-if]

Hello! This IF sounds so awesome, I don't think I've seen any others that really lean into the 'monster' aspect of human/supernatural relationships so I'm excited to read this!

I am slightly confused by the gender options though, if I wanted my MC to be a trans guy (pretransition) would I have to set him as female? If so, how would the pronouns work? I saw in another ask that you were 'thinking' about adding pronouns which I don't really understand unless you mean that we can choose pronouns separate to the MC's gender. But if you don't add a separate pronoun thing, does that mean that trans men set as female will be called 'she' in the IF?

Sorry about the long ask, I hope it made sense lmao

Oh my :)) you received a long answer as well :P Let's see, I've actually spent a good chunk of today figuring this out how to code this. Do let me know if I'm getting any of this wrong, I think I confused myself in the process @_@

First, you select the sex, which is specifically the body parts, because this is what actually interested me for the spicy scenes :)) so I can them split them in 2 by MC sex and then 2 more by RO sex.

Then you get to select pronouns. I may add more preset options, but for now I added she/her and he/him and a custom option for everyone to insert any combination they want. You will also have the option to change appearance (sex included I think), pronouns, gender and everything mid game from the Profile tab. In case anyone miskicked and stuff like that, I hate when that happens to me :))

And finally, because this was not at all confusing to me :)) I added a separate thing to select if you'd prefer to be addressed with feminine, masculine or neutral adjectives/nouns. Think woman/man/person, or beautiful/handsome/attractive...stuff like that.

I've basically separated the sex, from the pronouns and from the gender. So in the case of a trans guy MC pretransition... I guess it would be Female for sex, Man for the gendered thing and whatever pronouns you choose. I think :))

Which in hindsight, is more complicated than I originally planned... I somehow always do this... Now... my problem with this are still the clothes, specifically the swimwear... They won't be a super important part of the game, and I'm kinda thinking now of just not mentioning at all what MC is wearing :))) just the general style, maybe... Because, well, as a Female, MC would be wearing bras... but if MC is Female sex and gendered as man... gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Is MC just casually swimming with boobs out in only shorts??? 😭😭 F MC in just a speedo, running on the beach... Another option would be to just not separate the clothes options, as in... even if you select male/man you will see the skimpy female bathing suits options and vice versa, and I'll just let y'all wear whatever you want 🥴 We'll just assume no one finds anything odd about it and no one will mention it when boobed MC is not wearing a top on international TV👀 And like, there will be options for more cover, but I somehow don't trust some of y'all not to go boobs out🤣

No Swimwear in Chapter 1, so this is a problem for future me. I am leaning towards just adding stuff like "a cute bathing suit" and not describe the damn thing. Also open for suggestions :))

[claiestve]

WHATTT THE LAST WAS CARZY ??? WE NOW NEED SOME SWWET THINGS !!! Just Isaac being sweet and gentle. Isaac once wanted to train the listener swimming since they can’t swim and he kept his promise. But …. the listener being insecure about there body and embarrassed as they get into the pool. It would be nice if you could make it gender neutral !!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ꨄ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴡɪᴍ.

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

It was the middle of the day and you hadn’t seen Isaac. You thought he’d be somewhere near his study so you didn’t bother him just in case. However, you weren’t afraid to check up on him so you tried knocking on the door to the study. 

Knock, knock, knock. 

Nothing. 

You were about to go for another round of knocks until you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

“Isaac? Why aren’t you working right now?”

“We’re both off today, remember?”

You forgot about last night when Isaac so randomly and so abruptly announced that both of you didn’t have work the next day. In your defense, it was out of nowhere, but still, you felt bad for forgetting. 

“I forgot, sorry.” 

“It’s fine, as long as you weren’t already working too hard. Anyway, I need you to come with me.”

“Why? Did I do something wrong?” You worried a little. 

“No! I have a surprise for you!” 

As you held his hand with your eyes closed (because he told you to), you felt more and more curious. It wasn’t every day that Isaac had a surprise for you. Especially something he’s this excited about. 

“Alright… open.”

You opened your eyes to see swimwear laid out on your bed. 

“Isaac, I told you I can’t swim.” 

“I know, that’s why I’m teaching you!”

It was cute to hear him sound all cute and excited but you weren’t too sure about this. Nonetheless, you agreed to put it on and meet him at the pool.

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You looked at yourself wearing the swimsuit and couldn’t help but feel self-cautious. You tried to see if you could cover up a little bit but spoiler alert, that didn’t work. 

Well, Isaac wouldn’t judge you for your body, right? I mean, it just doesn’t seem like him. But also, it wasn’t just about how he felt, it was also about how you felt. 

You racked up the courage to finally meet Isaac at the pool and get greeted by a splash from him. 

“I didn’t even get in yet!”

He smiled and swam to the edge to help you get in. As he reached his hand out for you to get in, you found yourself hesitating, like a lot. Normally, when it came to him, you didn’t hesitate. Ever. 

His smile turned into a confused frown before he spoke up. 

“Are you alright? If it’s the water that’s bothering you, my hand is here to guide you.”

“No, it’s fine…”

You tried to force yourself into the water but it didn’t work. You couldn’t stop feeling insecure and just gross. You knew you weren’t but at the same time, did you know?

“Something’s wrong. Y/N, tell me.”

You didn’t wanna tell him but you knew you wouldn’t get in the pool if you didn’t. 

“Just um… getting into the water like this, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

He didn’t get it.

“Huh? How so?”

“Isaac, look at me. Wait no, don’t.”

“I’ve been looking at you this whole time and I’m not seeing anything wrong…?”

“I look stupid.”

Oh. Now he got it. Just those 3 words could make anyone get it. 

“Hey, no you don’t. You don’t look stupid at all. Here, tell me what’s going on.” He raises himself out of the pool and sits next to you on the edge. 

“My body doesn’t look weird to you…? I just feel weird with you seeing me like this when I look like-”

“Beautiful. That’s what you look like. And nothing less.”

He places his wet hand on top of yours.

“You don’t look stupid or weird or anything your head is telling you. You’re beautiful and your body is beautiful. Alright?”

You look at him and smile, “Alright.”

You were about to kiss him but before you could, he pulled you into the water.

“Hey! What the hell!”

“Just hold on to me!”

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a/n: ah first requestttt!!! I AGREE THE LAST ONE WAS INSANEEEE LIKE???? but thank u for requesting and i hope this met your expectations (fingers crossed yall)

[hbbethany]

Trying to find some gender neutral swimwear for my vacation in June and now I am constantly seeing ads on my socials for skorts that look super cute.

I will probably buy one because they look so cute and comfortable and affirming but that's not quite the vibe I'm looking for