#poolside fire pit

[wucrnos]

Poolhouse - Poolhouse Inspiration for a huge modern backyard tile and l-shaped infinity pool house remodel

[glennkotche]

Fire Pit Landscape This is an illustration of a sizable, formal, full-sun backyard stone garden with a fire pit in the summer.

[klllerwithin]

Fire Pit - Patio

[cosmysla]

Large fashionable backyard image with a rectangular lap pool

[huggybearhughes43]

Inexperienced reader threesome with Ethan Edwards and Jack Hughes?

- reader and Jack are best friends

- everyone’s at the lake house

- Ethan has a school boy crush

- Jack thinks it’s funny that Ethan thinks he has a chance with you

- possessive Jack who claims it’s just because you’re his best friend

- Ethan is sweet and gentle (treats you like a gentleman)

- Jack is rougher and tries to show Ethan how the “grown ups” please a girl

- almost like a competition between the two to see how many times they can make her cum/who pleases her better

- lots of dirty talk, thigh riding, sex in front of a mirror

(Sorry if this was too detailed 🥲)

My Turn.

Jack Hughes x Fem! Reader x Ethan Edwards

Warnings- smut, threesome, dirty talk, pet names (slut, whore, pretty girl, baby, good girl), Mean! Dom! Jack + Soft! Dom! Ethan + Sub! Reader, creampie, squirting, I think that’s it

Summary- In the ask <3

Word count- 2.2k

No one bats an eye as Ethan stares at me from across the pool. I’m laid out alongside Jack, bathing in the sun. Almost everyone knew about Ethan’s crush but I was oblivious. I grew up with the Hughes brothers, being only a year older than Luke, I went to Michigan with him. That’s how I knew Ethan. Jack and Quinn invited some of their buddies from their teams and past teams, while Luke invited his friends from Michigan.

The Dukes were stationed at their usual spot, the grill, cooking everyone dinner after a long day. Most of the day was spent on the boat. There were times that Jack would catch Ethan mindlessly checking me out but he’d just smirk and roll his eyes. Jack was confident that Ethan would never have a chance with me.

I sigh and stand up, wrapping myself in the towel I was laying on. “I’m going inside to change.” I notify Jack and he nods, eyes still focused on his phone from before. I make my way inside, walking up to mine and Jacks shared room. My towel was long discarded in the hamper as I stood next to the bed, rummaging through my bag to find an outfit to wear. I pull out a soft white sundress with red flowers scattered over it.

Confident that everyone was outside still, I stripped of my bathing suit in the room. Granted, the only one who would walk in with no warning would be Jack. Who, hard to admit, had walked in on me changing plenty of times in the years of our friendship. I slip the dress on and a pretty thong that matched the flowers on the dress. One thing about me, I dress for myself. I don’t care one bit if anyone sees it just gives a piece of mind knowing I match.

The straps of the dress were in an awkward spot, just barely being able to reach high enough, definitely not being able to tie it by myself. My back was turned towards the door when it barged open. “Jack I-“ I turn around and furrow my brows then smile softly, “Hey Ethan, can you help me tie this?” He scratches his neck and nods, walking over to me. I hold my hair out of the way as he ties it. “I should’ve knocked, I’m sorry” he chuckles nervously. “Jack was too busy on his ass to come up here at get you. Foods ready, by the way.” He softly pats my shoulder to signal he’s done.

“Thank you, Ethan” His face heats up with a goofy smile on his face. “You’re welcome, this dress looks good on you- I mean every dress does- everything does- shit.” He sighs frustratedly causing me to giggle. “Come on, the foods gonna get cold.” I grab ahold of his arm and lead him back to the poolside. Jack walks over to the two of us once we get outside, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Nice of you to go and get my girl for me.” I scoff, “your girl?” I look over to see Ethan’s annoyed face. “I’m not his girl!” Ethan’s face was still unconvinced and jacks with a smirk plastered over it. I scoff and swat Jacks hand away, splitting away from them and deciding to eat my dinner with Luke.

The sun was far gone by the time everyone finished up their food. The cold air nipped at my nose as Luke and Mark threw some sticks into a fire pit to warm us up. I twist my hangs together to keep them warm. A soft hand wrapped itself around my waist from my right side. I look over to see the Michigan boy smiling down at me, “You looked cold.” He says with a shrug. “Thanks Ethan” I smile and snuggle closer to his side. Jack glared from the other side of the now lit fire pit. He sipped on a cup of a mysterious alcoholic mixture. He crumbled the cup in his hand before throwing it on a random table, making his way over to us.

“It’s cute you think you have a chance.” Is what Jack doesn’t know I hear he whispers to Ethan as he passes. Ethan gets an obvious face of distaste as Jack approaches. I gently rub my fingers along his back in a stupid attempt to soothe him. “Jack, you’re drunk.” I simply say and he just smiles. “Just had one drink for confidence.” Luke and Marks stares caught my eye and I huff. I grab ahold of both of the hockey players arms and drag them inside the house and up into mine and Jacks shared room.

“What the fuck is your problem, Jack?” I burst out which surprises both of them. “What’re you talking about? You’re my best friend, you deserve way more than a little college boy with a school crush.” He says matter of factly and crosses his arms. “I’m what? A year younger than you? Get over yourself.” I’m surprised at Ethan’s words. They almost make me laugh because of how right they were. I sit myself on the edge of the shared bed in the awkwardness of the silence in which Jack breaks. “Fine, you decide. Which one of us would you rather have?” I don’t answer, instead subconsciously squeezing my legs together. “Oh-“ Jack laughs, “I get it now, you want both of us, don’t you?”

I go to speak up but Jack cuts me off, turning his head to look at Ethan. “What do you think, Edwards? Wanna share her?” Ethan looks from Jack to me. “If it’s okay with you?” Ethan asks. I think for a moment, looking between them before I nod. Jack smirks and walks over to me, “That’s what I thought.” Ethan’s close behind, making his way to me to lift me to stand. “What a dirty slut.” I gasp and Jacks words as he attacks my neck with kisses and bites. Ethan presses a soft kiss to my forehead before reaching around to untie my dress, letting it puddle to the floor around my feet. Leaving me only in the skimpy thong I put on earlier. “So pretty” Ethan whispers in my ear before running soft kisses over my shoulder.

Jack drops to his knees, pulling the last piece of clothing down my legs. Ethan pulls me gently back onto the bed and onto his lap. I turn my head and press my lips deeply into Ethan’s, causing him to smile onto my lips. “So wet” Jack teases from between my legs, “Fuck, you like this that much? Fucking whore.” His lips connecting to my wet cunt pulls me away from Ethan’s lips. My head thrown back in pleasure and my hand it Jacks soft hair. I moan out and buck my hips into his face while he eats me like a starved man. His tongue strategically moving from my clit to dip deep into my wet cunt. My back arching causing Ethan to groan, accidentally grinding back into his bulge.

With one last swipe of jacks tongue over my clit, my juices explode over his mouth. He smirks as he raises off of me, licking his lips to get as much of the taste as he could. “Come on pretty girl.” Ethan hoists me up and places me down on his thigh. My sensitive cunt already close just from the fabric of his jeans rubbing against my clit. “That feels good, hm?” Ethan smiles at me, “then ride it.” I bite my lip and whine, already overstimulated. Ethan softly laughs and holds my hips. “I’ll help you, pretty.” He softly and slowly moves my hips back and forth, my cunt leaving a warm sticky spot on his jeans. It would be embarrassing if I wasn’t holding onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning out his name. “See how wet that dirty little cunt is for us? Such a slut for us isn’t she?”

Jacks words were blocked out of my ears as I focus on my second orgasm on Ethan’s leg. “Our pretty little slut, so perfect.” Ethan praises as he guides me over his thigh. “Ethan- mm, fuck! I’m cumming!” I warn him as my legs shake. He continues his paste at moving my hips. I stutter and cream all over thigh. I lean my head into his shoulder as I steady my breathing. “My turn.” Jack pulls me back to him. He had discarded his clothes off and was now completely naked. “Gonna let me fuck this pussy?” He asks shakily in my ear as he sits he on his lap, facing away from him. Jacks hand holds my jaw “open your eyes for me.” I open them to see he had me sat in front of the mirror in the corner of the room. “Want you to see how perfect you look when I stuff you full.”

I groggily nod as he lines himself up from below me. He forces my hips down in one motion, filling me to the full with his thick cock. Ethan sits next to us. My hand finds its way into his pants, not wanting to leave him untouched. Jack fucks up into me as I jerk Ethan off under his pants. “Look it the mirror. Look how much of a whore you are.” Jack demands and I force myself to look into the mirror. My jaw is dropped, moaning out jacks name now as he fucks up into my g spot. “Hear this, Edwards? That’s how men are supposed to make a woman sound.” I was too fucked out to hiss at Jack for being an asshole. My hand is covered in Ethan’s warm cum in no time, his shaky moans keeping me going. Ethan has to force my hand away from him, accidentally overstimulating him.

I smile lick the stickiness off of my fingers. Jack wraps his arms around my waist, steadying me as he fucked up into me. His repeated hits on my G spot had me closer and closer to my release. “Jack I-“ “I know, cum, baby. Cum all over my dick for me.” I moan out as I cum around him. “I- fuck- I’m on the pill.” Jack smirks and nods, holding my waist tightly down on him as he fills me up. I clutch onto the side of the bed tightly as I feel his warm ropes coat my walls. Jack lifts me up and lays me down on the bed.

Jacks warm cum dripping out of me. “Think you can do one more, pretty girl?” Ethan asks, rubbing my thighs gently. My cunt was sensitive and aching but the way Ethan was looking at me I just couldn’t deny him. I nod softly and Ethan smiles. Ethan pulls off his t shirt along with his pants and boxers, leaving himself bare. He was thicker than Jack but about the same in length. He pumps himself a few times before lining himself up. “Ready?” He asks to double check. I smile and nod. He pushes in slowly, my back arching and my mouth moaning out at the sting of the stretch. He stays still for a moment, letting me get used to him. My hands rub up and down on his abs to tell him I’m ready. He pulls out all the way before harshly slamming back in. Jacks cum from before being used as lube.

Loud moans fall from my tongue, chanting Ethan’s name as he fucks in and out of me. Ethan laughs breathlessly and looks over at Jack. “What were you saying about how a woman should sound, again?” “Shut up, Edwards.” Jack stands next to us pumping his cock between his hands. I turn my head and open my mouth for Jack. He smirks and slaps his dick onto my tongue before pushing it into my mouth. Ethan pounding into my cunt and Jack fucking my throat almost sends me right into my fourth orgasm of the night. I moan around Jacks dick, causing him to cum down my throat. I pull off, sticking out my tongue to show him I’ve swallowed it all. He whispers a quiet “good girl.” I turn to look back at Ethan. His fucked out face making me closer and closer to cumming. Jack snakes his hand down to my clit. The action making me arch my back into Ethan and squirt around him. I shakily fall back onto the bed as Ethan fucks into me a few more times before cumming in me, his cum mixing with Jacks.

Ethan pulls out slowly and lays next to me, Jack doing the same. After a moment Ethan gets up and leaves for a while, coming back with his sweatpants back on, two cloths in his hands, and two water bottles. He tosses a cloth and a water bottle to Jack. Shaking his head with a groan, “thanks”. Ethan nods and takes the other cloth the clean me up, opening the water bottle for me. “Thank you, Ethan.” I smile and drink the water. Ethan lays back down next to me. I snuggle up to Ethan, Jack laying behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “I guess…” Jack presses soft kisses to my shoulder “we can share since she liked it so much.”

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Steve Harrington x fem!reader [9.7K] late nights, poolside, getting high and wondering why the boy next door is always sporting a black eye. smut.

Summer at two am smelled like chlorine and smoke, like boys aftershave and the coconut sunscreen you hadn’t reapplied since that afternoon. It was pool lights underwater, the warm glow of a patio pit fire, the buzz of faraway cicadas. It felt rosy, hazy, like the sky wasn’t dark and the sun still lingered, even amongst the stars.

Summer at two am brought out the boy next door, cuts and bruises and all, a freshly rolled joint in his hand as he leaned over the garden fence and asked, “got a light?”

That’s how it started, this thing, this friendship, with Steve Harrington. You just didn’t expect it to lead to what it did. 

The first night, June had barely started and Steve was just another boy you’d known from school, a pretty boy with a bruised up face and he appeared at your shared fence, hazy behind the steam that came off of the heated pool. He was lit up in shades of blue, from the water, the reflections, the marks around his eyes and cheek, hanging over the wooden slats, looking like he didn’t care anymore.

About anything. Anything at all.

He watched the way you brought your own roll up to your lips, the end burning amber, almost smoked down to the roach. You were sitting at your pool, bare legs in the water and the too big shirt you wore only held together by a few buttons. The big, expensive house behind you lying as empty as the Harrington’s and when Steve asked if he could borrow the lighter that sat on the patio tiles beside you, you’d nodded.

But you hadn’t expected him to jump the fence so effortlessly, trainers crunching gravel under their soles and he walked towards you like it was no big deal, like you were more than just two people who had nodded at each other in the hallway, who got off at the same bus stop every day before Steve got a car and drove by you instead. 

Sometimes you’d see him in his own yard, lying out bare chested in the afternoon heat, a can of soda and a pair of headphones for company. And when his parents were home from whatever business trip they’d been on, you only saw the boy through his bedroom window, adjacent to yours, an accidental TV screen to what King Steve got up to when he was alone.

You knew by default that that meant he could see into your room too, with the buttercup yellow walls and pinned polaroids. You knew he’d caught a glance or two of you in a state of undress, underwear on show, sleep shirt too short and riding up past your thighs. 

You’d burned before you remembered to close the curtains, telling yourself that you did care.

But he was the boy that was once popular, pretty face, kind eyes, never home and running around with a new crowd that didn’t seem to be accepting new memberships. You heard his car leave his driveway and not come back for a full day, sometimes not until the next. And from through the gap in your curtains, you always expected the boy to stumble into his house with a girl in tow, maybe a boy, maybe both. Attached at the lips like in the movies, hands groping, eyes closed, in the throes of something heated. But if Steve wasn’t alone, he was only ever with friends. 

And then, at nights, by the pool with you. 

You didn’t ask him where the bruises came from, you didn’t pry, and Steve liked that. It’s why he sat down next to you after he’d lit his own joint, cotton shorts pulled across his thighs as he let his legs drop into the warm water beside your own.

You watched him take a long drag, head tipped back so he could look at the stars as he held the smoke in his lungs and when he blew it all out, it sounded like the world’s heaviest sigh. Steve looked tired, he looked sore and the lavender colour bruises along his cheekbone looked mottled and dark. 

His fingers brushed yours when he handed back the zippo, heavy and silver with a curling sticker on the front, a pastel coloured peach that you’d drawn eyes and a smile on. 

“Thanks,” he’d said, taking a few more puffs before offering the joint to you, and you’d accept, ‘cause it was only polite, right?

You were already past the point of feeling lighter, floaty, airy. And Steve was quick to join you there, on a pool water coloured cloud above your yard, ankles dipped in the warmth, head resting in the sky.

Well, that’s what it felt like, lying on your backs side by side, the dampness of the grass pressed to your backs and it was strange, the way you could speak to Steve a little easier when you were both staring at the sky. 

You whispered into the night with him, stayed up until the sun broke the blackness and started colouring the clouds tangerine and pink, a cotton candy sky appearing on the horizon and you missed the stars, the way Steve’s words seemed to get stolen by the moon, ‘cause there was nothing out there but you two. 

But the sun came up and the high wore off, the joint smoked to a stub. The air only grew warmer as a new day began and you heard the tell tale sound of six am sprinklers, Mr and Mrs Sibbald’s garden hose coming to life.

You’d watched as Steve sat up and stretched, blinking in the red morning light and he’d  looked over at you as if he wasn’t all that sure if you were real, if you were a dream, if you were supposed to have disappeared with the stars. You weren’t sure what you’d spent four hours talking about, if you were totally honest, the joint had been passed and finished an hour in, the rest of the night taken up by shared secrets that neither of you could remember, small laughs and bright smiles, the kind that made Steve’s eyes turn into honey.

He hopped back over the fence like it was nothing, as if he’d never even been there to begin with. The only evidence he left was wet footprints across the patio, leading from you to the edge of your yard and you thought that that was it, a one off, one night, a Thing never to be spoken about again. 

But the week after, when Friday night was leaking into Saturday morning, a small pebble narrowly missed your knee and plopped into the pool instead. You tried to hide the smoking joint behind your back on instinct, heart rattling your ribcage at the thought of your parents returning home early.

You looked up from where you sat, legs back in the water, a book by your thigh and an ex-boyfriend's hoodie covering your bikini from the summer night breeze. It wasn’t your dad though, or your mom. No disappointed gazes, furrowed brows or downturned lips. No, none of that.

Steve stood by the fence instead, forearms leaning against the ledge, another rock held between finger and thumb. He dropped it when your gaze found his, no need for any other projectiles now he had your attention. There was an unlit joint tucked behind his ear and the bruises from last week were fading. But he had glasses on this time, thin, gold rimmed ones that made him look prettier than ever, a disarmingly kind of charming. His hair was messy, his t-shirt soft looking and threadbare and he didn’t saything to you this time, just raised his brows and smiled.

You tried to hide your own, the way it wanted to stretch across your lips too big and too bright, too excited. ‘Cause the night had settled in and the town was too quiet, like you and Steve Harrington were the only ones left awake. You nodded, kicked a leg through the water and you didn’t need to look to know that Steve saw.

The boy hopped the fence. 

He was warm and solid as he sat down beside you, almost too close too soon but you didn’t find that minded all that much. He smelled nice, like aftershave and boy and a little line mint and the forest, sharp and clean. He was showing off too much skin again, old gym shorts hiked up his thighs as he sat with his legs in the water, the collar of his shirt thin and stretched out, like he wore it for comfort not style. 

You didn’t let Steve bother lighting his own smoke, handing him your own joint instead of your zippo and you noted the flicker of surprise on his face. But he didn’t say protest, just took it carefully from your fingers and slipped it between his lips, murmuring a soft ‘thanks’ as he did. 

It took one puff, one pass, two puffs, three, before anyone spoke again and you were surprised to find it was Steve who did it first. You were still a couple of drags away from finding the courage, that warm, slow feeling that would let you look the boy in the eye without burning up. 

“Where’re your folks?” He asked quietly. 

You peered up at him, wondering if he’d really noticed these things the way you noticed him. “Uh, country club? I think? Or a dinner at a friend's place, I can’t remember.”

“They’re not around a whole lot, huh?” Steve posed it like a question but you knew it wasn’t. ‘Cause he kept talking, didn’t wait for an answer that he already knew. “Neither are mine.”

You nodded, not trying to pretend that you didn’t know that either. ‘Cause there was only ever Steve’s car in the driveway and when Mr and Mrs Harrington did return, their son was always out, making a point of leaving early and coming home too late. 

“Gets lonely right?” You whispered to the pool, that floaty, hazy feeling you wanted finally settling over your head. The pool glittered in response. “In those big houses, when it’s just you.”

Steve hummed, agreeing and you were brave enough then, high enough then, to look over at him. He was shades of blue, all indigo shadows and aquamarine highlights, reflections from the pool lights on his skin. And that’s all it took, that shared gaze, the shared joint, the feeling of knowing that someone felt the same way you did. 

After that, you and the boy created some sort of routine. That wasn’t to say you saw every night, or every Saturday. In fact, some weeks you didn’t see him at all. Those days were lonely, stretched out on a neon pink pool float, your shirt wet as you lazed around the edges of the pool until the sun came up and your parents realised you weren’t in your bed. 

You’d see Steve during the gaps in the day, maybe a glimpse of him through the gap in his curtains, shirtless and half asleep, lying on his bed with a new bruise on his side. Sometimes out the window when a van pulled up on the street, Eddie Munson waiting in the front for Steve to jump in and you’d stare as they drove off, wondering why they looked so worried. 

It was the nights after these stretches of loneliness that were the best. When you left the backyard lights on for Steve to see, sitting out by the pool half dressed, the summer air suffocating, smoke and steam from your lips and the water filling the night sky. 

A familiar dance. 

Two o’clock, stars out, the buzz of the pool filter, the heat from the water and the leftover July sun. The smell of chlorine and weed, the sunscreen you’d rubbed into your skin earlier that day and this… this thing… with Steve? 

It had been happening so often that now he didn’t ask, didn’t seek out permission to join you. You just waited for the slide of his back door, the soft sigh he gave out when he spotted you and god, it made your heart rattle. 

You weren’t sure he even knew that he made that little noise. But sometimes, after the sun came up, and you went to bed alone, you would dream about it. 

He’d jump the fence, as always, effortless and easy. A joint held out in offering, sometimes refused ‘cause you’d already lit one in anticipation of his company. He sat too close, he always did. Bare skin on bare skin, arms brushing, shoulders bumping, knees pressed up against the others as you both sunk your feet into the water. 

You knew the colour of his eyes then, all the shades of brown and gold and caramel. You knew the way he laughed, how his lashes met in the corners when he really, really smiled at you. You knew that he was touchy, almost flirty, all soft words despite the way he was all sharp lines. 

“M’gonna owe you a whole greenhouse by the time summer's up,” Steve commented mildly, but he took your offered joint all the same.

The water trickled, lapped around the edges of both of your legs and you grinned at the boy, shrugging ‘cause you really didn’t mind sharing. Not with Steve. 

“You took forever to come out,” you complained without heat. “I got bored.”

Steve snorted, nudging his shoulder to yours. “No, you’re just impatient.”

You didn’t reply to that, didn’t really need to because the boy was right and it had only been one month but he could read you like a book already. And what an odd thing to realise, considering you didn’t let many people into your pages. 

Instead, you let your gaze settle on his cheek, the edges of an old bruise still blooming blue, mottled green and yellow as it started to heal. It covered the slant of his cheek bone, narrowly missing his eye. More often than not, Steve Harrington was a watercolour of injuries, and after watching him lead the basketball team in high school, you had a feeling it wasn’t due to clumsiness.

“Does that still hurt?” 

You never asked why, you never asked how or who or what. That was one of Steve’s favourite things about you. You knew his favourite colour, his favourite movie. You asked him about his job and his day and his friends and how he was feeling. 

But on the nights he spent with you in your backyard, when he was cut and bruised and with an eye swollen shut, you never pried. 

This was as close as you’d ever got to acknowledging it. 

So Steve took a long drag as he thought what to say, because he knew he owed you that much. And you asked it so sweetly, in a small, soft voice that Steve didn’t hear from you all that much ‘cause you were brave and unapologetic and sometimes a little mean to him but he loved the way you teased. 

He blew the smoke to the sky, counted the stars that he could see amongst the glow of the streetlights and then turned back to you. He passed the joint, smiled a little tiredly but then he shook his head. 

“Nah,” he told you softly, his voice a little rough with emotion and god, he wasn’t supposed to feel the way he felt when he looked at you. That wasn’t the plan. “Nah, s’okay now.”

“Yeah?” You blinked at him, joint forgotten about as you gazed at him, wide eyed. 

Christ, you were too sweet. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he smiled, blinding and pretty, and Steve tucked his chin to his chest to hide it. 

And then: “It’s not… it’s not your dad, right?”

You were almost positive it wasn’t. Steve bloomed fresh bruises when his dad was out of town, out of state. But sometimes you heard the yelling when the older man was home and there was often the sound of a fist hitting a wall, a table, maybe something else. 

Steve’s smile faltered, just for a second, and you watched him look back to you, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. You thought he’d maybe be offended, shocked at the idea of you thinking such a thing. But he looked at you and he knew what you knew, what you’d heard, what you understood. 

His foot touched yours underwater, feeling much warmer than it should’ve been, ‘cause the brush of his skin over yours felt so, so intimate. 

Steve shook his head, held your stare so you’d see the truth there. 

“It’s not, no,” he told you. “Promise.”

Maybe you were too high, maybe you were feeling brave in the dark, with nothing but the lights on the water. You reached up, slow and careful, giving the boy time to pull away if he wanted to. 

He didn’t. 

You brushed the tips of your fingers over the faded bruise, over the slant of Steve’s cheekbone and your breath hitched at the way he leaned into your touch. You traced the colours there, the freckle that was hidden amongst the blue and lavender. 

Steve blinked, pretty eyes all heavy and sleepy, pupils blown wide from the weed, maybe from you. 

The air stilled, maybe time stopped, but the whole town was quiet and it was like some kind of spell, a slow motion love potion, a pretty kind of magic shared between you and the boy next door. Your touch made his lashes flutter, the brown of his eyes turn softer, impossibly so. Did you lean in first? Did Steve? Were you imagining this? 

And then-- 

The kitchen light snapped on, flooding the backyard in more light than you were used to, illuminating the pair of you by the poolside. You gasped, a sharp, shocked noise and you were turning, staring wide eyed as your parents appeared through the window, lit up by the refrigerator door.

Steve swore, eyes set on the early intrusion and when you turned back to him, your noses brushed and Jesus Christ, you were so close to him. The joint was still burning, the air still sticky sweet and Steve was sitting beside you as if he was still waiting for a kiss. 

The patio door slid open, a slow roll, a warning noise and if it weren’t for the hydrangea’s, your late night secret would’ve been spotted almost immediately. You heard your father, voice only coloured with a little concern, call out your name into the dark.

“Honey? Are you out here?”

You stubbed the joint out on the patio tiles, frantic and Steve’s getaway route was blocked, his side of the fence closer to where your father now stood. So you cursed under your breath and stared at the boy, grimacing in what felt like an apologetic smile. 

“Deep breath,” you managed to warn him and then, you were pushing yourself off of the ledge of the pool, tumbling into the warm water and taking Steve with you. 

The water rushed and bubbled around you both, Steve’s fingers wrapped around your wrists in surprise, his hair floating up in a messy halo around his face. The chlorine fizzed around you both, clothes sticking to skin, wrapped around legs and waists and you pushed yourself up to break the surface, watching as your dad stopped a couple of feet away, arms held out in question.

“What?” the man asked you, brows raised. “What’re you doing? It’s the middle of the night.”

You sucked in a breath, blinking away the water that clung to your lashes and you pushed your arms to the edge of the pool, leaning on the still sunwarmed tiles. Your joint was still smoking, burning red ash only a few inches to your right. 

“Hey, dad,” you grinned, pushed your back from your forehead and tried to act casual. “What’s up?”

Under the water, Steve was clinging to your waist, his hands pushed to your wet shirt, slipping over the bare skin there, trying his best to hold himself under the surface. His forehead brushed against the swell of your stomach, hair tickling your hip bone, nose bumping against your navel as he tried to keep himself hidden.

You could feel him everywhere. 

“Why on earth are you in the pool?” Your dad questioned, and despite it being a reasonable thing to ask, you scrunched your nose, acting offended, fingers curling around the ledge so you could slip further into the water. 

Steve pressed closer, bubbles sneaking out from his lips, his hands wide and warm on your hips as he moved himself into the space between your body and the pool wall, holding himself there. His face was level with your stomach, nose nudging at the space under your breasts, t-shirt riding up with the flow of the water. You knew he could see your underwear, bright green, a wicked emerald colour and you squeaked when he plucked a lace edge, taunting, teasing.

“What? Can’t I indulge in a late night swim?” You frowned, acting hurt. “S’not like you and mom are here to keep me company.”

The man sighed and you could see how he backed off, edging back to the patio doors, back to safety where he didn’t need to deal with his twenty something daughter and her attitude problem. 

“As long as that’s all you’re indulging in.”

It must have only been a minute, tops, but as soon as the patio door rolled shut and the pool faded back to a deep blue, Steve burst to the surface, gasping. You grinned and rolled your eyes, not that he could see, but it was all full of affection and you noted the way he still hadn’t let go of you, one hand still on your waist as he swept his wet hair out of his eyes. He looked awfully pretty, glittering with water under the moon and the pool lights, droplets clinging to his lashes, rolling over the curve of his lip, t-shirt stuck to him.

“Are you under the impression I have gills, or somethin’?” Steve coughed out, grinning at you despite his words. “They’re back early, no?”

“Very early,” you agreed, peering over the pool edge as you watched your parents through the glass doors, making their way up the stairs. 

“Maybe your daddy could sense that his little girl was gettin’ up to no good,” Steve whispered, and god, he was still so close, lips almost at the shell of your ear as you both kicked your legs to stay afloat. 

You shivered despite the heat from the water, lazy tendrils of vapour rolling off of your skin, rolling into the night air. You turned to face the boy, biting away a smile, bottom lip tucked between teeth and you tilted your head at him. 

“Are you talking about the weed? Or you?”

Your palm grazed Steve’s stomach, felt bare skin and a trail of hair from where his shirt and rucked up, wet and stuck across his ribs. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, tightening under your brief touch but neither of you pulled back. Treading water made it easier to hold each other, hands grabbing and brushing up against the other, the water pushing and pulling you away, over and over until it settled around you and the night fell quiet again. 

Maybe it was supposed to be a hint from inside the house, your mother or your fathers silent suggestion that you needed to get out of the damn pool and into your own bed, or maybe it was just very, very good timing. The pool lights went out, the water and the garden going dark, all navy and indigo, the shadows of the trees inky, the house bathed in complete darkness.

It was only the moon that was left to reflect off of the surface of the pool, a warm glow that made the boy look like he was carved from marble. All strong lines, his jaw, his cheekbones, the slope of his nose, the point of his brows.

Steve swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing and he shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips that could’ve been a smirk if he didn’t look so fucking pretty. But that confidence was there, that self assured air that had been growing and building since the first shared smoke, eyes that wandered and lingered, hands that were kept to yourselves. 

It reminded you of the boy you watched in high school, the same flirt and boyish charm, just without the arrogance. Steve had grown into himself, had learned how to hold your gaze and really smile, like it was a present just for you. He knew that you liked it when he pressed his side into yours, shoulder to shoulder, noticed how you always held your breath at the first contact, how you liked to play pretend with him and act like it didn’t affect you. 

So he’d grin and bite back when you snarked at him, rolled your eyes all fond and acted like nothing he did affected you. And Steve would play the same game until the joint was all but gone and the air smelled sweeter and you both forgot that your hands had been resting on the other’s knee for too, too long.

Like now, perhaps.

‘Cause Steve’s knee was nudging between your bare legs, his hands on your hips, wide and warm, fingers splayed over your waist, thumbs pushed to your tummy and he was practically holding you afloat in the water, chest to chest.

“Me, maybe,” he murmured, eyes flickering down to look at your lips, sighing a little at the way your tongue swept over your bottom one. “But I have a feeling you get up to all sorts of trouble on your own.”

You huffed out a soft laugh, bravery pushing through your nerves at all the flirtatious words, the way Steve was looking at you, all parted lips and through the dark line of his lashes. Your hands slipped over his shoulders, broad and strong, fingers curling over his wet shirt, holding on as he moved you easily around the water, pushing your back against the pool wall and caging you against him.

“Says the boy who sneaks over at night to get high with me,” you whispered back and god, the pool was heated, but you were overly warm, skin burning where Steve touched, cheeks flushing at the sight of him smiling for you. “If anything, you’re the bad influence here, Harrington.”

It was sinful, the way Steve grinned, boyish and all charm, big, brown eyes glittering in the low light. He leaned in, careful, still so hesitant despite the way you were both clinging to each other. His nose bumped against your own, head tilted so the line of it ran along yours. Your eyes fluttered, lashes casting shadow on your cheeks when they closed.

Steve’s breath stuttered and it caught in his chest, an audible gasp and sigh that made you push your chest into his more, hands wrapping around his neck as you waited waited waited-- 

“Can I--?” Steve whispered and his top lip was already brushing against your own.

“Is this just ‘cause we’re high?” You asked softly, the question breathed against the boy’s mouth. You briefly wondered what you’d do if he said ‘yes’, if you’d still lean in just so you could say you’d tasted him, just so you’d be able to think of the feel of him when you lay in bed at night, shirt pushed up around your ribs and your hand shoved into the front of your soaked underwear. “Do you really wanna do this?”

“Do I really wanna kiss you?” Steve asked, and he had his eyes closed too, the both of you up to your shoulders in the pool, hands wrapped around wet bodies and chlorine soaked clothes, foreheads touching as you both waited. 

Your hand came to cup his face, too small to really catch most of it but your fingers splayed along the sharp edge of his jaw and your thumb found the corner of his mouth, pulling at the edge of his bottom lip in anticipation and Steve let out a low groan. 

“Yeah,” he whispered hoarsely, “yeah I wanna kiss you. M’high, we both are. But I wanna kiss you when I’m sober too.”

“Yeah?” You asked, breathless, legs tightening around Steves, where he was using one knee to keep you up and level with him. 

He nodded, water splashing quietly as he moved into you more, a hand dropping from your waist to catch your thigh, hand curling around the dough there to hitch it to his hip. He squeezed, an overly soft and affectionate gesture and it made your heartbeat clap against your ribs. 

“Yeah,” Steve breathed out, nose pushing more to your cheek, lips touching yours as he spoke. “Fuck, yeah, sweetheart, I really do.”

So you kissed him, a soft, sweet push of your mouth to Steve’s catching the soft moan he gave you, giving him one back in return. He could’ve pulled you underwater for all you cared, you would’ve just kept kissing him, chlorine and the taste of Steve and smoke all you needed.

It was all slow motion, that same kind of love potion, a magic pull that made your toes curl, made you keen a little needily and open your mouth for the boy. He licked into you, soft and sure, like he knew how to kiss you, like he’d been doing it all along. Steve tilted his head just right, matched the angle you gave him and pushed a hand up your shirt, dragged his palm along your ribs and kept it PG, holding you there as he tried to display every piece of gentlemanly restraint he had and not rock himself into you.

It didn’t help that you were tugging at his hair a little, your hands wandering too, sinking your fingers into the damp curls at the nape of his neck and pulling when his tongue stroked over your own, a surefire way to tell him you liked everything he was doing.

You weren’t sure how far it would’ve gone, how much you would’ve let happen, but somewhere over the fence, a car alarm went off and the Wilkinson’s family dog started barking. 

And that was it. A first kiss, stolen behind your parents back, wet and pushed up against the wall of the pool, all chlorine coated with a boy that tasted like summer and smoke.

That was it, for now.

—————

It wasn’t even a week later when you saw Steve again and he was already waiting by the pool when you came out. He turned at the sound of you opening the patio doors, pyjama shorts high on your thighs, a tiny tank top that didn’t do much against the still too warm night air. 

He was bruised again, a stain around his cheekbone that was threatening to turn black and blue soon. You knew you weren’t supposed to ask questions, he’d told you before that it wasn’t what you thought, that he couldn’t really explain it. 

But it made your heart hurt for him and before you could open your mouth to ask if he was okay, Steve kissed the words away, lips slanting over yours in greeting. It was a little urgent, a little desperate for just a kiss hello and when you both pulled back, you could see the stress knotted between his brows, the dark pull at the corners of his eyes like he hadn’t been sleeping. 

And neither of you had, no really. That’s why you were both outside at one in the morning. 

“I don’t have any shit left,” he told you quietly. “I don’t wanna keep smoking your stash either. I just— I just wanted to see you.”

Steve said it like it wasn’t allowed, as if that wasn’t a part of the agreement, like it was breaking the rules of this… thing you both had going. 

You nodded, let your fingers trail down his forearm until your hand found his. He let you tangle your fingers with his own, too close together under the patio light. You could see how tired he looked, how tension clawed at his body and you let out a sigh. 

“I smoked the last of mine last night,” you murmured, “or else you know I would’ve shared.”

You brushed your thumb over the back of his hand, kept your eyes off of the bruise on his cheek and tried to smile. It was hard to, the boy didn’t look like himself, like this bruise was different, like this had been one hit too many and he finally felt a little defeated. 

With the chaos of the town, the murders, the missing people, you’d watched Steve and his friends disappear each day, only coming home when sleep was needed. 

You didn’t ask questions, didn’t want to, didn’t feel like you could. But the boy looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders and it had finally splintered the bones in his back. 

“You look like you need something to help you chill out, Harrington,” you whispered to him, “you’re all tense.”

You ran your other hand up his chest, a brave move considering you hadn’t seen or spoken to him since you both kissed in the pool, under your sleeping parents bedroom window. But he’d greeted you with a kiss, one that tasted a lot like need and want. Your hand cup the nape of his neck, squeezing gently before your fingers slid into his hair. 

You tugged a little at the soft strands, lips parting when his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned onto you, pliable and soft, a small moan leaving his lips at your touch. 

“Are you okay?”

Steve hummed, eyes barely opening to look at you fondly. The summer air was heavy, the tension between the two of you palpable. But he smiled, an easy grin taking over his pretty face and he nodded. 

“Yeah, m’okay sweetheart.” He sighed, leaned into you more, head falling forward so your nails could scratch at his neck. “Just tired.”

“You should go to bed,” you told him, all mock admonishment ‘cause you knew as well as Steve did that sleep didn’t always come easily. 

“You should come with me,” he quipped and his words fell from his mouth without much thought and god, he sounded serious about it, no teasing to be found. 

You watched him watch you, hand still curled into his hair, one of his holding your side to keep you close and you watched him swallow, the air thicker than ever. Jesus, were you even breathing? Was Steve?

But you licked at your lip, a nervous habit, noticed how Steve followed the movement with heavy, dark eyes and you nodded, breath catching in your throat before blowing it out shakily. 

“Yeah,” you told him, and then as if it were the most casual thing in the world: “alright.”

Steve blinked, “yeah?”

You smiled, ducked your head to try and hide it, letting your hands fall away from him in the hopes that he’d take the initiative and lead you back to his. 

“Yeah,” you told him, “we’ve gotta make you relax one way or another, right?”

Steve gulped audibly, lips parting and moving over words he couldn’t quite find yet, staring at you silently. But his eyes were hooded and a darker colour than normal, all burnt sugar and heat. 

He nodded, fumbling for the response. His hand found yours and he started to back up towards his house, eyes trained on yours, fingers curling around your own. 

“Right,” he agreed, “of course, yeah.” He was breathing a little faster. 

“And I can help,” you nodded, following him to his side of the fence, waiting until his back was against it to bring your face to his, noses brushing, eyes falling closed. 

“S’real sweet of you,” he huffed out, voice strained because you were so close to kissing him but still so far away from his bed. 

“I’m a really good friend,” you murmured and despite the insinuation behind it, Steve really smiled at your words, ‘cause god, a month or two had passed with nights like these and you were his friend. 

“The best,” he agreed. 

—————

Steve’s room was all shades of blue and violet, the streetlights glowing warm through his closed curtains, the navy plaid bedspread matching the wallpaper. There wasn’t much out of place, everything there that a typical boys room should have. 

The mess of clothes on a desk chair, cassette tapes piled high by a stereo, some old basketball trophies on a shelf, a few pinned Polaroids of friends above his desktop and— and a baseball bat, topped with nails sitting against the wall in a corner. 

You didn’t ask. 

You perched yourself on the edge of the bed, peering up at the boy from underneath your lashes, watching as he moved to stand between your legs. You spread them for him, shivered when he brushed your hair back from your face, a sweet touch of his fingers curling around your ear. 

“You look pretty tired too,” Steve whispered, hand cupping the back of your neck like you had done to him, fingers twisting slightly on your hair and he gave a gentle tug, making your head fall back for him, eyes wide as you looked up and met his gaze. “Little tense, huh?”

You nodded, lips tucked between your teeth because Jesus, god, fuck, the anticipation was electric. 

“So tense,” you agreed and you reached out, hands grabbing at the front of Steve’s shirt, fingers pulling at the hem so he’d lean down for you. He did. “And nothing to smoke to fix it.”

It was an empty complaint, you knew that, the boy knew that. ‘Cause his lips were ghosting over yours and you could feel his smile, less than shy now he knew what you liked, how you wanted to be kissed, learning quickly after hearing you moan for him in the pool a few nights before. 

So he was on you, pushing you back onto the bed, his knee coming up to slot between your thighs as he held himself above you, lips connecting easily, groaning when your mouth parted for him almost instantly. 

The window was open and you could still hear the buzz of the cicadas in the woods out back, the drone of the pool heaters, the trickle of the water from that one broken jet in yours. 

It wasn’t that much cooler in Steve’s room than it was outside, but maybe that was just the way you’d pressed yourself into each other, sleep clothes shifting easily out of the way for wandering hands, a slow soft drag of fingers across ribs, seeking out new places to touch. 

And without the smoke, the week, you could really feel it all, a sudden burn and a live wire touch, no haze to numb the sensation of Steve dragging the rough flat of his palm over the soft of your stomach. 

He tasted like spearmint this time, like leftover toothpaste and when his tongue brushed over yours, you groaned, back arching for him. 

There it was again, that slow motion feeling, present even without the weed, like memories on a film camera, stuttering over grain and dust. Magic, a spell, a live potion, sticky sweet and tinting everything pink and rosy. 

It was dizzying, to kiss Steve like this, to be kissed like this. Slow and lazy, open mouthed and tongues pressing, nose pushed to each other's cheeks, breath coming in huffs and short pants, noises swallowed by the other. 

And when Steve pulled back, just a little, just an inch, his pupils were blown wide and god, you thought, maybe he didn’t need to smoke at all to feel like this - a different kind of high. 

The boy blew out a stuttering breath as he looked down at you, eyes glittering in the low light, shifting so he lay in the cradle of your hips, groaning a little softly when you gasped out at the feel of him. 

“This okay?” He whispered, smoothing the hair back from your forehead, leaning into you to press his lips against your cheek, trailing across your jawline. 

His hand stayed safe at your hip, tucked under the cotton of your sleep shirt, thumb smoothing over the soft skin there and you nodded, chest burning at the way Steve was looking at you. 

Like you were made of gold, like you were some sort of magic. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Steve,” you gasped out, bringing one knee up to cage him in, thigh pressed to his side and you tried not to get ahead of yourself, tried not to tilt your hips up into his. 

Your hands got too desperate though, grabbed at his face to pull him back to your lips, kissing a little needier than before, the pace quickening, the solid weight of him pressing you into his pillows. Everything smelled like Steve, like cologne and mint and boy. 

It went on like that, hands shaking as you slipped off shorts and shirts and sweatpants, thumbing over the edges of underwear, cotton and lace. It was easy to flip you both over, Steve letting you do what you wanted with him, lying back and pretending that he couldn’t take the control back off of you if he really wanted to. 

Instead, he lay back in the pillows, hand gripping your sides, fingers pushing into the dough there, lips parted and eyes hooded as he stared up at you. He was panting, gaze flickering from your chest to the soft of your stomach, splayed thighs, the way your underwear was hitched high on your hips. 

He couldn’t help but stutter out a moan when you rolled your hips over his, the wet spot on your underwear pressed into his, your cunt pressed over the length of his cock, separated only by his boxers and lace. 

Steve’s face was a pretty riot, eyes wide, hair wild, lips parted and pouty, his cheeks all flushed. It was hard to stay away, too easy to dip back down, your bra scratching softly against his bare chest, lips finding his again in a kiss that made you both lightheaded. 

You pulled away only to whisper to him, lips brushing against his, cupids bows touching, eyes closed. 

“Can I make you feel good?” Your voice was impossibly soft and it made Steve’s chest ache. “Will you let me help you relax?”

The boy couldn’t remember a time he’d felt more pent up, heart racing, too warm. He was far from relaxed, too eager to watch you on top of him, all mismatched cotton and lace hiding the parts of you he wanted to see, if you deemed him lucky enough. 

But he nodded anyway, greedy for your touch, for anything you might give him. The girl next door, too pretty and too sweet, all coconut sunscreen and chlorine scent skin. 

“Christ,” he groaned, “yeah, yeah, please.”

He didn’t know what he was asking for, begging for. He just knew that if you were giving it, he wanted it. You moved slow, a whisper against him, lips trailing sweetly over his jaw, his chin, dipping lower and lower until you were kissing his Adam’s apple and mouthing across his chest, your hair tickling his stomach and he felt you grin against him when his muscles flexed, tensing at your touch. 

Your hands smoothed over the front of his boxers, sucking in a breath when his cock twitched under the material, hot and hard and thick. You looked up to see Steve fighting with himself, struggling between throwing his head back into the pillows - jaw slack and eyes slammed shut - and keeping his gaze trained on everything you were doing. 

You repeated his words back to him, eyes on his as you tucked your fingers into the band of his underwear. “This okay?”

“Yeah,” Steve groaned out. “I think you’re gonna kill me, but yeah, it’s okay,” and he laughed a little here you did, a huff of warm air over his navel as you grinned up at him. 

He shivered at every touch, swore out loud when you dragged the band of his underwear down and let his cock spring free, the weight of it slapping up against his stomach. 

Another pretty noise when you wrapped your hand around him, thick and warm in your palm and you watched as Steve’s jaw clenched. You soothed him with a soft tsk, lips pressed to the tops of his thigh but the boy was a mess.

“Sensitive?” You whispered, your hand pumping him slowly, twisting your wrist when you got to his head, the tip of him already slick and sliding into your palm. 

It took a while for Steve to reply, to contain the boyish whines he was trying not to let out, but he eventually sucked in a breath and pushed himself to his elbows to stare down his body at you, rosy cheeked and in awe. 

“Just, fuck— just been a while, since…” he trailed off, gone for you, entranced by the way you were kissing so close to the base of him, lips teasing at his hipbone, trialing across his thighs. 

“Since?” You squeezed him, hand dragging up and down his length, hiding your smile when his cock jumped for you. 

“Fu-uck, since anyone…” Steve broke off with a groan, deep and dirty. “Since anyone touched me, done this, shit.”

You were sweet with it, moving to lie between his spread legs, free hand rubbing soft circles on his thigh and he was quivering, eyes glazed over as he watched you press a kiss to the side of his cock, keening high at the sight. 

“I’ll go slow then, yeah?” You told him, starting a lazy pump up and down his shaft, “we can take it real easy.”

Steve nodded and looked like he was close to losing it already, unable to form a full sentence. He dragged a hand through your hair, keeping it back from your face so he could cup at your cheek, thumb pulling a little at your bottom lip, letting you suck on it as you kept moving your hand over him. 

“Fucking Christ,” he moaned out, “you look so pretty— too pretty. Think ‘bout you all the damn time, it’s ridiculous.”

You preened at that piece of information, eyes locked onto his before you licked a slow stripe along his cock, getting him slick for you. The boy tensed up, a gutteral sound coming from his lips and it was too hot, too filthy. His hand stayed on your cheek, fingers splayed over your jaw whilst the other one sank into the sheets, gripping them tightly. 

“Holy shit.”

“All the time?” You asked softly, “really?” Steve could only nod, brown eyes wide and doe like as he watched you, lips parted and still swollen from your kisses. He was a pretty, pretty picture. “Tell me.”

He whined, head lolling backwards as you slid your hand over him, up and down, up and down, up and down, soft pants coming from his chest as he tried to speak. 

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled, “would sit out all night and smoke with you and shit, you always look so fucking pretty and you smell so good. Always waitin’ on me with hardly any clothes and oh god — yeah, just like that, fuck — I’d have to go home and jerk off in the shower, always so hard just from thinking ‘bout the things I wanted to do to you.”

It was indecent, the way Steve spoke, breathy and gasping, little moans interrupting every other word and he held your gaze the entire time, completely unabashed. It was hotter than it should’ve been and you could feel the way your eyes drooped, lip tucked between your teeth as you held in your own sounds. 

“Yeah? Like what? I wanna know,” you coaxed him. You leaned in once more, finally wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, lazily licking and sucking at him. 

His hips almost shot off the bed and you hummed in appreciation around him, watching with dark eyes as Steve threw his head back into the pillow, neck taught and pulse thrumming. His hands were both in your hair, doing his best to gently smooth it back instead of yanking on it the way his body was telling him to. 

The boy was speechless. But it only made you pull off of him, the tip of his cock resting against your lips as you kissed at it sweetly, tongue peeking out to press against it. Steve looked like he was about to lose his shit. 

“Tell me,” you urged softly, “tell me what you want to do to me, Harrington. Maybe I’ll let you.”

“Oh, fucking hell, baby.”

Baby. It was a dirty groan, all affection, a heady dose of sticky sweetness as he stared down at you like you were his own personal wet dream. 

He gasped out as you took more of him into your mouth, inch by inch until you had to admit defeat — he was too big. 

“I, uh, god, I think about you… on top of me, how insane you’d look riding me,” Steve hissed at the way you ran your tongue along the underside of him, pulling off with a wet ‘pop’. “Under me, on your hands and knees, against the tiles in m’shower — fucking everywhere, sweetheart.”

He was quick to catch you as you made your way back up his body, legs a little shaky with anticipation, cunt throbbing as you tried your best not to launch yourself at the boy. You settled yourself back on his lap, Steve’s warm hands clutching tight at your waist. 

“You don’t want much, huh?” You teased quietly, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

It fell forward, down your arms and Steve reached to pull it off, sighing at the sight of you. He pushed his hands to your chest, cupping your tits as he ran a thumb over each nipple, smiling when it pebbled under his touch. 

“Just you,” he answered honestly. “In any way you’ll let me.”

You whimpered at that, wondering if you should give up the control right then, pass it back to the boy and let him manhandle you about his bed, hands hot and greedy. But you looked down, saw the way he looked blissed out, his cock hard and throbbing for you between your legs, twitching against the soaked centre of your underwear. 

“Just me?” You said instead, smiling prettily as you ran your hands across Steve’s chest, appreciating the muscles that tensed there, broad shoulders flexing as he did the same, hands wandering over your navel, fingers flicking against the band of your underwear. “Aren’t you the sweetest?” You cooed. 

It might have been your voice, or maybe the words you said, but either wait, Steve gave in and let his hips thrust up, all semblance of control slipping through his fingers and he was reaching for you, fingers slipping underneath lace to find what he wanted. You both groaned out at his touch, the boy’s eyes rolling as he found you soaked and slick for him. 

“You make me feel desperate,” Steve stuttered out, pushing himself up to sit against the headboard, dragging you with him to keep you sat on his lap. “D’you know that? D’you feel what you do to me?”

He rolled his hips into you for effect, as if you couldn’t already feel his hard cock pressed against your ass, flush with your cunt, twitching with need for you. 

You could only moan, a stuttering sound that made your chest ache and you were reaching for him, suddenly wanting to feel his lips on yours more than anything. “Steve.”

“Ah, ah,” Steve stopped you, pushed a hand to your sternum, fingers splayed over your throat as he pushed you back into place, sitting pretty across his hips. “Stay there for me, hmm?” A sharp tap to your thigh, soothed by a warm palm. “Spread your legs wider, pretty, there’s a girl.”

It turned out, you didn’t really need to let Steve roll you underneath him to gain back control. 

You did as you were told, splaying your legs apart as far as you could, knees digging into the mattress as you leaned back a little, hands finding purchase on the tops of Steve’s thighs for support. 

It was easy for him like this, much too easy for him to make you fall apart. Fingers hooked into the lace of your underwear, dragging to the side a little dirty, leaving you exposed for him. The boy groaned, a pretty sigh and a soft coo when he slid one thick finger inside of you, barely letting you get used to the stretch before adding another. 

“Jesus, you feel so good,” he whispered to you, smiling when you feel forward, forehead touching his, panting against his mouth, eyes closed. “So soft, feel perfect.”

Steve held his hand there for you, two fingers curled inside your cunt and he moaned out encouragingly as you rocked over them, taking back a little bit of the control as you set the pace, fucking yourself over him. He was panting, pupils blown wide until his eyes were just black, cheeks all flushed pink for you. 

He was mumbling, a steady stream of almost nonsense and praise, mouthing over your throat and jaw, lips kissing at your cheeks and chin as he spoke, telling you how good you were, how pretty, how much he’d thought about this.

And when his thumb pressed to your clit, you mewled, hands grabbing at his hair, the hook in your stomach pulling, a white hot burn, a slow motion explosion, a lick of heat over your navel. 

“M’gonna come, Steve,” you told him, breathless, panting. “Please make me come.”

 “Yeah? Yeah, aww shit, come for me, pretty thing,” Steve gasped out. “Wanna feel you, can you do that, yeah? Let me feel how tight you get for me, Jesus fucking Christ, babe.”

You did, lips parted against Steve’s as you cried out, a barely there kiss, nails leaving half moons on his shoulders, fingers seeking out messy hair that you could pull at. 

And Steve barely had any time to marvel over the sight of you, the feel of you, ‘cause you were still whimpering as you lifted yourself off of him, only to wrap a hand around his cock and line him up with your entrance, the top of him pressed against where you were most wet. 

“Oh my god,” Steve groaned, “you’re gonna kill me.”

“I’m on the pill,” you offered, eyes hooded and lips parted, messy in the prettiest way for him, underwear still stretched to the side. “I haven’t— there hasn’t been anyone in a while.”

Steve nodded helplessly, wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you down and onto him, inch by inch, a tight, warm fit as you still rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm, clenching around him immediately. 

“Oh fuckfuckfuck,” you gasped at the stretch, the feeling of being so full, fingers knitting into his hair to pull him to you, kissing away his sounds, his pretty moans and sighs. 

Steve’s hands stilled you, his breath coming out in short, warm bursts over your lips, his forehead pressed to yours as he tried to gather himself. 

“I need, uh, shit, you need to gimme a minute here, babe, I’m gonna lose it.” Steve’s eyes searched yourself, wide and filled with a stupid amount of fondness, a sweet, sticky kind of wonderment, like he thought you were made of magic. “You feel too good.”

“I want you to lose it,” you told him and god, you sounded wrecked, and it would’ve been embarrassing if Steve didn’t sound the same when he moaned at your words. “Wanna make you feel good too, can I? Steve, please?”

It didn’t take much to coax him backwards, body slumping onto the pillows, head resting against them as he looked up at you through messy hair. His hands soothed over your thighs, knuckles brushing over the soft of your tummy before he gripped your hips and readied himself. 

He nodded, staring down the line of your body, groaning out something filthy when you lifted yourself from him, starting a slow, hot drag of your cunt on his cock, almost letting him slip out before dropping yourself back down. 

You planted your hands on his chest, grinning as you let him grab at your ass, your thighs, your hips, kneading the skin there as he tried to stave off his own orgasm, nose scrunched cutely, lips pressed together to keep his noises in. 

“There you go,” you murmured, catching his chin in one hand as he panted out, lips parting at your touch, biting down softly on your thumb as you pushed it to his mouth. “Look so pretty like this, Stevie. Wanna see you come for me.”

He fell apart for you like that, your thumb tugging on his bottom lip as his jaw fell slack, moaning out your name, hands bruising your hips as he spilled inside of you. Steve’s hips stuttered, legs shaking as you fell into him, his cock still buried inside of you, lips pressed together in a kiss that was just as good as the first one. 

You lay like that for a while, chests pressed together, kissing lazy and soft in the blue light, the air smelling like summer and sex and Steve. He only moved to grab you a warm washcloth, soothing you when you whined as he swiped it between your legs. And when he crawled back into bed with you, sweats hung low on his hips, he gathered you easily, crushed you to his chest and buried his face in your hair. 

Neither of you smelled like smoke, or even of chlorine or the summer night air, that sticky, heavy scent that only came with spending the night outside. And despite that, it was the first time in a while where Steve was asleep before the clock hit four. 

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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Fire Island Fics (1970s Era)

An assortment of fics prominently featuring Fire Island and/or the 70s era… not necessarily together. Some time travel or fics that span decades including the 70s or Fire Island adjacent.

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🔥 Only Himself to Blame [E, 1K] by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) An evening out leads to some fun on the floor.

🏝️ Balls deep [E, 2K] by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter Sorry, but that coked up threesome from Episode 7 refused to leave me. Exploring what Hawk really wanted that night... Added a Chapter 2 that shows Tim's perspective.

🔥 gold-skinned, eager baby [E, 10K] by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.

As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.

A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.

🏝️ Just Like Church [E, 12K] by @bre1995 | bre_thomas & @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) It starts with a postcard. With Skippy, I need you. It starts with Tim arriving on Fire Island. Where it goes, only the Island knows.

A retelling of White Nights, with some tweaks.

🔥 'I Look at You' [E, 2K] by @bre1995 | bre_thomas Tim and Hawk have an intimate and peaceful conversation over dinner. When old feelings start creeping back in.

🏝️ I'm Sorry [M, 8K] 💠 by arrowtheapollo Set on Fire Island in the 1970s. Tim finds his way back home after the T party, and he and Hawk have a heart-to-heart that they should've had years ago.

🔥 I Have You [NR, 1K]  by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific  After receiving a cryptic postcard, and hearing from Lucy that Hawk's in trouble, Tim takes a trip back east to find out for himself.

A different version of the events that unfold on Fire Island, told from Tim's perspective.

🏝️ To Have And To Hold [M, 945] 💠 by Joycee What could have happened between Hawk’s breakdown and the talk with Tim by the pool on Fire Island.

🔥 a place to be [E, 5K] by @satelarry | satelarry Tim and Hawk spend a week at their house in Fire Island. The brown haired man's been fantasizing about something that his boyfriend is happy to oblige.

🏝️ this time imperfect [M, 16K] by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup 1986. Marcus arrives at Hawk's house and gives him a box. Marcus doesn't know that the paperweight in the box is a time traveling device. Will Hawk change anything, given the chance? We'll see.

🔥 My Friend Tim [G, 2K] 💠 by Joycee Hawk’s explanation to Lucy & Kimberly when he returned from Fire Island.

🏝️ something i can't go without [E, 8K] by @satelarry | satelarry Hawk goes to Fire Island to escape dealing with his feelings, but that isn't far away from Tim's kind heart.

Perhaps he doesn't want it to be.

Or, The Meat Rack AU.

🔥 It's more than just words, it's just tears and rain [E, 2K] by @fuddlewuddle | Fuddlewuddle “Why didn’t you let me just carry on trying to drink myself to death?”

Tim jolts from the doze he’d start to fall into it at Hawk’s question, brow furrowing as his sleep fuzzy brain tries to process the words; before sitting up suddenly, because what the fuck?

🏝️ There's no place I'd rather you be than with me. [E, 719]  by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes

Their embrace was raw and primal, fueled by the angst of wanting each other but being afraid to admit it.

🔥 in the night when I start to miss you [E, 2K] by @alorchik | alorchik One night, a shared fantasy, and two souls, entwined across time and space.

🏝️ Constant Craving Has Always Been [M, 4K] by @kayleebye | kayleebye I've always wondered what happened between Hawk and Tim after their heart-to-heart poolside in episode 7. This is my version of what transpired between them after they left the poolside and the next morning when they had a big fight and Tim says "It meant nothing to you. Everything we said last night. Everything we have been through...." and storms out.

🔥 too late to run for cover [NR, 3K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Lucy's done with Hawk's drinking and tells him to leave, so he buys a house on Fire Island and decides to fully integrate into the lifestyle at great detriment to his own well-being.

Part 1 of and so with the sunshine: the fire island chronicles

🏝️ to share a kiss the devil has known [NR, 8K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords After the loss of his son, Hawk is dancing close to total self-destruction and begging for Tim to come to him. It takes everything in Tim to say no, to keep his distance, but how long can that possibly last?

Part 2 of and so with the sunshine: the fire island chronicles

🔥 nowhere's home and i'm all wrong [M, 3K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk wants to make dinner for Tim in order to convince him that everything is fine, when it's clearly not. He can only keep up the facade for so long. Part 3 of and so with the sunshine: the fire island chronicles

🏝️ Spaces Between Us [T, 3K] by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific Hawk finally opens up about Jackson, and Tim gives him a bit of tough love advice. An extended scene, if you will, or a canon-divergent exploration of the late-night poolside conversation.

Part 1 of Fire Island Ever After

🔥 Pretty Weeds [T, 7K] by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific Hawk has really put Tim through the emotional wringer this weekend, and he seems far too nice to deserve any of it. Rafael tries his best to give his new friend a warm send-off and a few words of wisdom.

Or, the walk to the ferry from Rafael's POV. Chapter Two: Rafael gives Hawk some tough love after he returns from seeing Tim off on the ferry.

🏝️ hold on (i'm coming) [NR, 2K] by @promise-you-wont-write | masterwords Hawk's nightly phone calls become increasingly desperate until Tim has no choice but to go to him.

🔥 Craig [E, 2K]💠 by arlenejp Craig was searching for another male to love but found Hawkins Fuller. I had to fill out this person's story a bit so we could understand more about why Craig was around Hawk on Fire Island.

(Not Quite) Fire Island, Adjacent and other 70s Era Fics

🔥 Cutting this short would be most logical option [T, 4K] by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi It's a lovely day in 1980 and Tim's enjoying a quiet day off. Then there's a knock on his door.

🏝️ He tried---He really tried. But Lost. [E, 6K] by @arlenejp | arlenejp Since there is no backstory as to who or what Craig is, I decided to write something about him. Something about his feelings toward Hawk and their Fire Island escapades.

🔥 Don't leave it to the last dance [M, 2K] by @fuddlewuddle | Fuddlewuddle Tim is in hospital. Hawk brings him his mail. One letter is not like the others.

🏝️ a man i once knew [T, 3K] 💠 by vexinganthony It was the sort of love you read about in novels, none of which Tim had read, but he didn’t need to. He still felt it in his bones, a feeling so potent and alive in his blood, in every breath that he took, every beat of his heart.

It called out just one name.

The name of the man currently standing mere feet away from him with his wife and daughter.

Or, Tim and hawk find themselves at a charity gala in 1974.

🔥 Too old to play (and too young to mess around) [M, 60K] by @bejeweledmp3 | ninav Kimberly Fuller goes on a two-week vacation to San Francisco, in which she: drinks excessive amounts of tea, gets betrayed, cries more than she should, eats donuts, and seeks out truth with the help of a man she only knows from a presentation card; not necessarily in that order.

But mostly, she finds her father in every least expected place. And learns to make her peace with what that means.

🏝️ we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac [M, 4K] by @jesterlesbian | captainquint He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.

The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.

An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.

“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”

Or, Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.

🔥 I Reach for You (And You Bring Me Home) [M, 1K] by @misstwentyynine | misstwentyynine In 1952, Hawk and Tim meet for the first time at a bar located in the enigmatic paradise of Fire Island, forging a powerful connection that continues to bring them together as their story progresses through space and time.

Or, The San Junipero AU

🏝️ The Crumbling Beard [M, 30K] 💠 by AnonymouslyUnknown1900 What was happening with Lucy while Hawk was with Tim for who knows how long in San Francisco? What was going through her mind during the days of no contact with Hawk? What eventually caused her to divorce the man she's been married to for 31 years?

After a phone call with her distant brother (who is now a porn producer) Leonard, everything ends up coming together. Videos from "Fire Island", and other discoveries that the two siblings made after reuniting is unearthed, which not only causes them to bond closer, but it puts a permanent end to Hawk's relationship and ties to the Smiths.

🔥 Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps It’s Real [NR, 35K] 💠 by drabbleswabbles And then it happened. The metallic screech of the gate, the shuffle of men stepping out beyond the prison walls. And suddenly there he was. His hair was shorter than he’d ever seen it. And his glasses were different. But it was him. Their eyes met. Tim stared at him in wide-eyed shock before recognition melted his features into a confused outrage.

Basically a fix-it in which Hawk finds himself back in the early 70s.

But wait... there's more! Check out Part Two here.

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F L O O R S U G G E S T I O N

The Edris House

(CC List + Links)

[DISCLAIMER: I had routing issues with the ‘clickable worlds’ mod by awingedllama installed. Once I removed that mod, my sims did not have any issues. Please keep this in mind if you plan on using my build. Thank you!]

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Acquisition Butte – Affluista Mansion

Lot Size:  50 x 50

Capacity: 5 bedrooms, 6 baths, A Movie Theater Room

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Needed

Expansion Packs

Get Famous

Get Together

Get To Work

High School Years

Snowy Escape

Game Packs

Outdoor Retreat

Spa Day

Vampires

Stuff Packs

Bowling Night

Game Packs

Desert Luxe

Build Mode

Felixandre

Shop The Look 1 (Sectional Sofa)

Harlix

Jardane (Fire Pit)

Orjanic Pt.1 (Stone Wall)

Harrie

Klean Pt. 3 (Concrete Floor, Painted Walls, Painted Walls High Plaster, Painted Walls Low Plaster)

Lijoue

Louer Collection (Stone Stairs)

LorySims

2001 BMW Z8

Max20

Poolside Lounge Pack (Sabal Palmetto-Tall)

MrOlkan           

Cool Pools (Model 5)

Peacemaker

Arcadia Build Set

Multi- Level Carpet

Pierisim

Woodland Ranch Pt. 3 (Plaster Wallpaper)

Syboubou

Fency (Mailbox)

Thatch Roof

TaurusDesign

Jade Build Pt. 2

Judith Living Room (Flooring 2)

DO NOT REUPLOAD MY LOTS.

DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

DO NOT PLACE BEHIND A PAYWALL.

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Designed by course architect Ted Robinson, Desert Springs Golf Club features two championship golf courses - the Palm and the Valley - that welcome players of all levels. Test your skills on the challenging fairways while taking in the beauty of our resort's Palm Springs locale.

Savor innovative cuisine made from the freshest local ingredients at the Rockwood Grill. This popular Palm Desert restaurant offers amazing water views from its patio, serving breakfast, lunch or dinner.

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Mikado Japanese Steakhouse

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Aquifer65 and The Sushi Bar

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“T&T” Time & Temperature Innovation Kitchen (private events only)

Come into “T&T” Time & Temperature Innovation Kitchen for an ever-changing five-course tasting menu designed by our restaurant chefs, who mix and mingle offering their insights on each course. Available for private events only.

Oasis Poolside Bar & Grill

Casual American cuisine served for lunchtime dining at Oasis Poolside Bar & Grill. Enjoy beverages at 10:00am daily with the Kitchen opening at 11:00am Daily.

Blue Star Lounge.

Enjoy California bar bites and cocktails at Blue Star Lounge. This lively bar and lounge open for lunch and dinner and features an inviting indoor lounge and charming outdoor patio with fire pits. Live entertainment Fridays & Saturdays.

Starbucks®

Begin your day with rich coffee and a delectable pastry at our recently remodeled Starbucks®. It's also a great spot to refuel with freshly made sandwiches and snacks before heading into meetings or out to explore Palm Desert.

The Spa Bistro

The Spa Bistro features delicious, healthy cuisine, including salads, smoothies, sandwiches and sushi, as well as tempting offerings of champagne and wine to toast to a beautiful day in Palm Desert. Savor every bite and sip inside or beside the spa pool.

Fisherman's Landing restaurant.

Indulge on freshly-caught seafood and local produce, as well as decadent desserts at the award-winning Fisherman's Landing restaurant.

Our In-Room Dining

Enjoy classic American comfort food without leaving your room. Our In-Room Dining menu offers a variety of breakfast, lunch and dinner options.

ROOMMATES: (2 BEDROOM EXECUTIVE SUITES)

Bedroom 1: 1 King

Bedroom 2: 2 Queen(s)

Sofa bed

Rollaway beds not permitted

Cribs permitted: 1

ROOMMATES:

Hailey Baldwin • Sebastian Stan • Justin Bieber

Tom Holland • Zendaya Coleman • Mason Gooding

Taylor Swift • Travis Kelce • Jake Gyllenhaal

Sabrina Carpenter • Rudy Pankow • Barry Keoghan

Niall Horan • Liam Payne • Kylie Jenner

Sydney Sweeney • Jacob Elordi • Luke Hemmings

Nick Jonas • Romee Strijd • Chris Evans

Zayn Malik • Perrie Edwards •

Gigi Hadid • Ryan Gosling • Joe Jonas

Blake Lively • Ryan Reynolds • Aaron Tveit

Shawn Mendes • Barbara Palvin • Madison Beer

Drew Starkey • Madison Bailey • Odessa A'zion

Madelyn Cline • Aaron Johnson • Ella Purnell

Dua Lipa • Callum Turner • Anwar Hadid

Bella Hadid • Abel Tesfaye • Selena Gomez

Chris Hemsworth • Candice Swanepoel •

Joe Keery • Camila Morrone • Renee Rapp

Dylan O'Brien • Hailee Steinfeld • Cindy Kimberly

Hayley Williams • Glenn Powell • Ana de Armas

Margot Robbie • Pedro Pascal • Melissa Barrera

Louis Tomlinson • Danielle Campbell • Danna Paola

Jennifer Lawrence • Charles Melton • Alexa Demie

Florence Pugh • Andrew Garfield • Anya-Taylor Joy

Kendall Jenner • Harry Styles • Theo James

Henry Cavill • Kim Kardashian • Sophie Turner

Nicholas Galitzine • Taylor Zakhar Perez • Jessica Alexander

Jeremy Allen White • Dove Cameron • Addison Timlin

Elsa Hosk • Damiano David • Alexander Skarsgård

Joseph Quinn • Suki Waterhouse • Jade Thirlwall

Ashton Irwin • Olivia Rodrigo • Kaia Gerber

Ariana Grande • Jack Martin • Kelsea Ballerini

Michael Clifford • Lily Rose Depp • Cara Delevingne

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Long Ahh headcanon dump!!!! (Mostly about wuhu island life)

-Charline is Alice and Barbara's older sister. Alice and Barbara are twins, and Charline is about two years older than them.

-The WSC champions are a friend group and often hang out/cause chaos together.

-Pit is a hothead and likes swearing in German, but he has a hold on controlling his temper. Run a red light, though, and he'll say some very colorful German words. On the flip side, he's very loving and protective of his romantic partners.

-Ren likes making fun little mocktails and runs a little poolside bar at Cocoba Hotel. He's Rin's brother.

-Wuhu Island has it's own airline: Wuhu Airlines. Gwen and Charline sometimes work as flight attendants. Miguel flies the planes sometimes.

-Wuhu Island used to be a monarchy, but eventually just became a democracy, similar to the US government but less dystopian and disgustang

-Saburo takes 5 million years to shave. He's very particular about how his facial hair looks.

-Anna, Fritz, and Alisha share an apartment. They like watching dramas, especially Fritz. They get into a lot of shenanigans together, though Anna is grumpy 90% of the time and has her own mini fridge for alcohol.

-Wuhu Island's currency is called the Wuhu Mahnk. Coins are called wrents. Bank notes have significant locations around the island on them, such as the Candle or Maka Wuhu. Wedge Island is considered Wuhuian territory, so the currency is accepted there too.

-Most islanders are at least bilingual. The most common two languages spoken are the native island language and English.

-The most prevalent religion on Wuhu Island is the worship of Maka Wuhu- not the volcano itself, but the god that represents it (and subsequently controls it). Said god is a cheeky lil thing and oftentimes he hangs out in human form as a tall man named Malcolm. He does have demigod kids, one can tell because they possess some fire magic. Malcolm wears jorts.

-Mike owns a banana tie. Steph hates it so much.

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Florida's Finest: Essential Features of Luxury Pools in the Sunshine State

When it comes to luxury pools, Florida sets the standard. With its tropical climate and outdoor lifestyle, creating a personal oasis is a dream for many homeowners. At Bahama Pools, we specialize in transforming backyards into stunning retreats. From artistic mosaics to cutting-edge outdoor living spaces, the essential features define Sunshine State's luxury pools.

1. Decorative Mosaics: Art Beneath the Surface

Transform your pool into a work of art with decorative mosaics. These intricate designs can range from playful sea creatures to elegant geometric patterns, bringing personality and beauty to the bottom and sides of your pool. Mosaics elevate the visual appeal and provide a unique, customized touch that sets your pool apart.

2. Fire Features: Ignite the Night

Create a captivating poolside ambiance with fire features. From fire bowls perched along the pool's edge to cozy fire pits and integrated fireplaces, these elements add warmth and drama to your outdoor space. Perfect for evening gatherings or quiet nights under the stars, fire features combine functionality and aesthetics to enhance your luxury experience.

3. Hot Tubs & Spas: Ultimate Relaxation

Incorporating a hot tub or spa into your pool design offers the perfect blend of relaxation and wellness. Whether easing muscle tension with hydrotherapy jets or hosting a tranquil spa day, a hot tub provides a year-round retreat for comfort and leisure. Seamlessly integrated into your pool layout, our spas are designed to complement any luxury pool.

4. Pool Interior Finishes: Beyond the Basics

The pool interior is where functionality meets luxury. Choose from various finishes, including classic plaster, durable pebble applications, or modern glass beads. Each finish offers unique benefits, from enhanced texture and slip resistance to dazzling aesthetics. Our premium materials ensure your pool remains beautiful and functional for years.

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Hardscapes Pavers: Elevating Your Outdoor Living Spaces

Introduction

Hardscape pavers are the cornerstone of beautiful, functional outdoor spaces. From creating elegant walkways and patios to designing durable driveways, pavers offer homeowners endless possibilities to customize their landscapes. Their versatility, durability, and aesthetic appeal make them a popular choice for transforming yards into outdoor oases. Let’s explore the unique benefits of hardscape pavers, creative design ideas, and essential tips for choosing the right paver style for your space.

1. The Benefits of Hardscape Pavers

Hardscape pavers bring numerous advantages, making them a favorite for landscaping projects.

Durability: Pavers are made from sturdy materials like concrete, stone, and brick, which can withstand heavy traffic and harsh weather, ensuring a lasting solution.

Low Maintenance: Unlike other outdoor flooring options, pavers are easy to maintain. They resist staining and cracking, making upkeep simple and stress-free.

Design Flexibility: With countless shapes, sizes, colors, and patterns, pavers allow you to achieve any design style you desire, from classic to contemporary.

Eco-Friendly Drainage: Permeable pavers allow rainwater to filter through, reducing runoff and promoting groundwater recharge.

2. Popular Hardscape Paver Applications

Here are some of the most common and stunning ways to use pavers in your landscape:

Patios: A paver patio creates an inviting area for lounging, dining, and entertaining. Consider large, neutral-colored pavers for a modern look, or go with cobblestone for a charming, rustic feel.

Walkways: Paver walkways add structure and flow to your garden or yard. Use curved designs with natural stone for a more organic feel, or opt for geometric layouts for a contemporary vibe.

Driveways: Pavers are an excellent choice for driveways due to their durability and visual appeal. Choose high-quality materials like brick or concrete for a classic look that’s built to last.

Pool Decks: Pavers provide a slip-resistant, cool-to-the-touch surface around pools. Opt for lighter colors that reflect heat, creating a comfortable and safe poolside experience.

3. Creative Design Ideas for Hardscape Pavers

With so many choices, it’s easy to find paver styles that fit your aesthetic and functional needs.

Mix Materials: Combine different paver materials, such as concrete and natural stone, to create visually interesting patterns and textures.

Herringbone and Chevron Patterns: For a dynamic look, lay pavers in herringbone or chevron patterns. These styles work well for driveways and walkways, adding both visual interest and stability.

Bordering and Inlays: Define areas with contrasting borders or intricate inlays. This approach can add sophistication to patios and walkways, making them stand out.

Fire Pit Surrounds: Create a cozy focal point in your outdoor space with a paver surround around a fire pit, using colors and textures that complement your overall landscape design.

4. Choosing the Right Paver Material

Selecting the right paver material for your project is essential for durability and design cohesion.

Concrete Pavers: Durable and available in various shapes and colors, concrete pavers are a versatile choice. They can mimic stone and are an affordable option for larger projects.

Natural Stone Pavers: Stone pavers like flagstone, bluestone, and travertine bring a timeless, elegant appeal to outdoor spaces. While more expensive, they offer a premium look and durability.

Brick Pavers: Classic and charming, brick pavers work well for traditional and rustic designs. They offer a warm, earthy tone and age beautifully with time.

Porcelain Pavers: Ideal for modern spaces, porcelain pavers are sleek, water-resistant, and available in numerous patterns, making them a great choice for pool areas and patios.

5. Tips for Installing and Maintaining Hardscape Pavers

Proper installation and maintenance are key to ensuring the longevity and beauty of your pavers.

Foundation and Leveling: Begin with a solid foundation of compacted gravel and sand to prevent shifting and settling.

Seal the Pavers: Applying a sealant helps prevent staining and preserves the color. Reseal every few years to keep them looking fresh.

Regular Cleaning: Sweep pavers regularly to prevent debris buildup and wash them with mild soap and water as needed to remove stains.

Weed Control: Apply polymeric sand between paver joints to prevent weed growth, adding both stability and an attractive finish.

Conclusion: Transform Your Outdoor Spaces with Hardscape Pavers

Hardscapes pavers offer endless possibilities to customize your outdoor areas. Whether you’re looking to add a sophisticated patio, a stylish walkway, or a durable driveway, pavers provide both functionality and flair. By choosing high-quality materials and creative designs, you can enhance your landscape’s appeal and create outdoor spaces that are both beautiful and long-lasting.

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The Essential Guide to Outdoor Furniture: Create Your Ideal Outdoor Space

When designing a beautiful outdoor area, nothing makes a difference like the right outdoor furniture. Selecting the right pieces from a spacious garden to a cozy balcony or a large patio can turn your outdoor space into a personal sanctuary or entertainment hub. With a wide range of options available, from classic to modern designs, outdoor furniture offers something for everyone. This article will discuss various types of outdoor garden furniture, including outdoor benches, chairs, lounges, and some great options if you're looking for outdoor furniture in Delhi.

Why Invest in Outdoor Furniture?

Outdoor furniture plays a critical role in the functionality and aesthetics of an outdoor space. Investing in high-quality outdoor furniture creates a comfortable, stylish area to relax, dine, or host guests. It can expand your living space, providing a welcoming environment for family and friends. Additionally, quality outdoor furniture is designed to withstand weather conditions, meaning you won’t need to replace it frequently.

Types of Outdoor Garden Furniture

Several types of outdoor garden furniture can suit different needs and preferences. Here's a breakdown of the most popular types:

1. Outdoor Benches

Outdoor benches are a timeless addition to gardens and patios. They provide ample seating and are often a go-to choice for those who prefer a classic, rustic look. Whether made from wood, metal, or synthetic materials, benches offer durability and charm. Many garden benches come with built-in storage options, making them both stylish and functional. They are perfect for lounging with a book, hosting a gathering, or simply enjoying the view of your garden.

Materials to Consider for Outdoor Benches:

Wood: Teak, cedar, and eucalyptus are popular choices for wooden benches. These materials are naturally resistant to weather, pests, and decay.

Metal: Aluminum and wrought iron provide a sturdy and durable option for benches. They can be left outside year-round without much wear.

Synthetic: Polywood or plastic composite materials offer a lightweight and weather-resistant option, mimicking the look of wood without the upkeep.

2. Outdoor Chairs

Outdoor chairs come in various styles, including dining chairs, armchairs, and reclining chairs. These chairs are versatile and can be used around dining tables, fire pits, or on the porch. Outdoor chairs should be comfortable, weatherproof, and easy to move.

Popular Types of Outdoor Chairs:

Adirondack Chairs: Known for their iconic slanted back and wide armrests, these chairs are comfortable and stylish.

Folding Chairs: Ideal for small spaces or temporary seating, folding chairs are lightweight and easy to store.

Rocking Chairs: These classic chairs are perfect for a relaxing afternoon on the patio.

Dining Chairs: Suitable for those who enjoy dining outdoors, these chairs often pair well with matching outdoor dining tables.

3. Outdoor Lounge Furniture

If relaxation is your primary goal, outdoor lounge furniture is a must-have. From chaise lounges to daybeds, these pieces are designed for ultimate comfort. Outdoor lounge furniture is perfect for sunbathing, reading, or simply unwinding in style. Look for cushions made from weather-resistant fabric that won't fade or degrade over time.

Types of Outdoor Lounges:

Chaise Lounges: These are perfect for poolside lounging, allowing you to lie back and soak up the sun.

Daybeds: A great choice for larger spaces, daybeds offer a cozy spot to nap or relax.

Hammocks: For a laid-back vibe, a hammock can be a wonderful addition to any garden or patio.

Key Considerations When Buying Outdoor Furniture

When selecting outdoor furniture, it's essential to keep several factors in mind to make the most of your investment.

1. Material and Durability

The material of your outdoor furniture determines its longevity and maintenance requirements. Weather-resistant materials like teak, aluminum, and synthetic wicker are excellent choices. Avoid materials that rust, warp, or fade easily when exposed to the elements.

2. Comfort

Comfort is paramount when it comes to outdoor furniture. Look for pieces with plush, water-resistant cushions and ergonomic designs. Adjustable chairs and reclining options can provide added comfort.

3. Style and Aesthetics

Choose furniture that matches your home’s exterior and landscape. Whether you prefer a modern, sleek look or a traditional, rustic feel, there are countless styles available.

4. Maintenance

Opt for furniture that requires minimal maintenance. Easy-to-clean materials like powder-coated metal or weatherproof rattan are ideal. Some furniture pieces come with removable, washable cushion covers, which makes maintenance even easier.

5. Space and Functionality

Consider the size of your outdoor space. Measure the area where you plan to place the furniture, and make sure there's enough room for movement. Multifunctional pieces like storage benches or foldable tables can save space while enhancing the area’s functionality.

Outdoor Furniture in Delhi: Where to Buy

Delhi, being a bustling metropolis, offers a wide range of options when it comes to outdoor furniture. From high-end stores to budget-friendly shops, the city has something for everyone. Here are some popular places to shop for outdoor furniture in Delhi:

1. Local Furniture Markets

Delhi is famous for its local markets, which often offer unique and handcrafted pieces. Markets like Lajpat Nagar, Kirti Nagar, and Panchkuian Road are well-known for furniture shopping, providing a variety of options at competitive prices.

2. Home Décor Stores

Popular home décor stores like Fabindia, Pepperfry, and Home Centre have multiple outlets in Delhi. These stores offer stylish and modern outdoor furniture options that blend aesthetics and functionality.

3. Specialty Outdoor Furniture Stores

If you’re looking for high-quality and premium outdoor garden furniture, specialty stores like Outdoor Living, Zansaar, and Usha Lexus in Delhi have an exclusive range of options. These stores often have curated collections of outdoor benches, chairs, and lounges designed to withstand the Indian climate.

4. Online Retailers

For those who prefer shopping from the comfort of their home, online platforms like Amazon, Urban Ladder, and Flipkart offer an extensive range of outdoor furniture. They provide a variety of styles, materials, and sizes to suit any budget.

Conclusion

Outdoor furniture is an investment that not only improves the beauty of your home but also provides a functional space for relaxation and social gatherings. Whether you are looking for outdoor benches to create a cozy reading nook or outdoor lounge furniture to beautify your patio, there are countless options available. For residents of Delhi, the city offers a vast selection of outdoor furniture stores and markets to consider. Make sure to choose durable, comfortable, and stylish pieces that suit your space and lifestyle. With the right outdoor garden furniture, you can create a haven of relaxation right in your backyard.

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Maximizing and Styling Your Outdoor Living Space for Thanksgiving 2024 with Lombardo Landscaping & Water Features, Inc.

Thanksgiving is the perfect time to bring family and friends together, and there’s no better way to impress your guests than by creating a welcoming, luxurious outdoor space. This year, take your Thanksgiving celebration outside and make it a holiday to remember with the help of Lombardo Landscaping & Water Features, Inc. Whether you’re planning a cozy gathering or a large event, we can help you transform your outdoor living space with beautiful pools, stunning outdoor kitchens, and thoughtful design elements.

1. Impress with a Stunning Pool Area A sparkling pool can serve as the centerpiece of your outdoor Thanksgiving celebration. Even if swimming isn’t on the agenda, a well-lit pool creates a breathtaking backdrop that enhances the overall ambiance. We can style the area with elegant poolside seating, potted plants, and subtle lighting that reflects off the water for a magical effect.

For those looking to add a heated element, a hot tub or a pool with integrated heating allows guests to enjoy the water even on cooler fall evenings. Let us help you create the perfect poolside retreat, ideal for entertaining or just relaxing by the fire pit with loved ones.

2. Outdoor Kitchen for the Ultimate Dining Experience Why stay cooped up inside when you can prepare your Thanksgiving meal outdoors? With a professionally designed outdoor kitchen, you can grill, roast, and even bake your Thanksgiving feast under the open sky.

Lombardo Landscaping & Water Features, Inc. specializes in creating fully functional outdoor kitchens, complete with high-end appliances, ample counter space, and stylish cabinetry. Whether you’re grilling turkey or whipping up side dishes, your outdoor kitchen will become the hub of your holiday meal. Impress your guests with a seamless dining experience, from cooking to serving, all in one beautifully designed space.

3. Cozy Seating Areas for Relaxation Create a warm and welcoming space where your guests can relax and enjoy each other’s company. Adding plush, weather-resistant seating, cozy blankets, and outdoor pillows will invite your guests to gather around.

You can enhance the mood with a fire pit or outdoor fireplace, providing warmth and a natural focal point. This is the perfect spot for post-dinner conversations, hot drinks, or even roasting marshmallows as the evening winds down.

4. Elevate the Ambiance with Custom Lighting Outdoor lighting is key to setting the right tone for your Thanksgiving celebration. We can install custom lighting that highlights the best features of your outdoor space. Picture string lights twinkling above the dining area, soft spotlights illuminating pathways, and glowing lanterns creating a warm, intimate atmosphere around the seating areas.

With the right lighting, your outdoor space will feel inviting and festive, while also ensuring safety and visibility for your guests.

5. Tranquil Water Features for Added Elegance Want to create a serene and luxurious environment for your Thanksgiving celebration? Adding a water feature like a fountain, waterfall, or reflecting pond can enhance the beauty and tranquility of your outdoor space. The soothing sounds of flowing water will add an extra layer of relaxation for your guests, making the holiday even more special.

6. Seasonal Landscaping to Set the Scene Celebrate the beauty of fall by incorporating seasonal landscaping that reflects the colors and textures of the season. Let us design and plant a variety of fall flowers, foliage, and accents such as pumpkins and gourds that will add to the festive atmosphere. Autumn-colored trees, shrubs, and planters will enhance the overall look and feel of your outdoor space, making it perfect for your Thanksgiving gathering.

Make This Thanksgiving Unforgettable with Lombardo Landscaping & Water Features, Inc.

At Lombardo Landscaping & Water Features, Inc., we pride ourselves on creating outdoor living spaces that reflect your personal style while providing the ultimate in comfort and luxury. From stunning pools and fully equipped outdoor kitchens to elegant seating areas and seasonal landscaping, we can help you design the perfect space to host an unforgettable Thanksgiving celebration for your family and guests.

Contact us today a nd let’s start planning your Thanksgiving 2024 outdoor transformation!  Call Lombardo Landscaping & Water Features, Inc. at (239) 788-2755 or contact us online.

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Terracotta Bliss: Wimberley’s Hidden Gem for Unforgettable Family Moments & Events

Looking for the ultimate destination for your next family gathering or celebration with friends? Terracotta Bliss in Wimberley, Texas, is more than just a place to stay—it’s a haven where charm, nature, and luxury meet. With space for up to 28 guests across two stunning homes, it’s the ideal setting for both relaxation and fun.

This unique retreat features two beautifully designed homes—the rustic yet elegant *Casablanca Farmhouse* and *Barndominium Retreat*. Imagine lounging by the private pool, playing disc golf, or relaxing under the stars by the fire pit. The property also boasts a poolside bar, outdoor kitchen, and a spacious pavilion perfect for hosting unforgettable events.

Both homes combine rustic charm with modern comforts. Whether you're enjoying the cinematic-themed *Casablanca Farmhouse* or unwinding on the private porches of the *Barndominium*, every detail is thoughtfully designed for a luxurious stay.

The fun doesn’t stop there. With games like tetherball, corn-hole, and horseshoes, plus a pool table inside, there’s endless entertainment for all ages. And for pet lovers, Terracotta Bliss is pet-friendly, so bring along your furry friends!

Whether you’re planning a reunion, vacation, or special event, this Texas Hill Country retreat offers the privacy, space, and amenities for an unforgettable experience.

Book your stay today and start making memories at Terracotta Bliss!

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BBQ Bill's Custom Outdoor Kitchens for Backyards, Patios or Poolscapes in Las Vegas, NV. For over 30 years custom outdoor kitchens, bbq island kitchens and barbecue grills have been the name of the game at BBQ Bill's. We can design your backyard or patio with the best portable, free-standing, built-in or custom outdoor kitchen for your cooking needs and outdoor living spaces based on your style & budget. BBQ Bill's designs and installs custom outdoor kitchens, bbq island kitchens, fire features, water features, fire bars, fireplaces, fire pits, fire pit grills, fire rings, fire bowls, pizza ovens, BBQ grills, griddles, smokers, cookers, rotisserie, refrigerators, beverage centers, ice makers, sinks, storage doors, heaters, patio covers, poolside accessories, parts and accessories. Our outdoor kitchen stations can be custom built, portable, stand-alone or built-in for wood, charcoal, gas or electric cookers. We service Las Vegas, Henderson, Mesquite, North Las Vegas, Blue Diamond, Enterprise, Goodsprings, Moapa Valley, Mount Charleston, Skye Canyon, Nelson, Paradise, Spring Valley, Summerlin South, Sunrise Manor, Whitney, Winchester, Arden, Jean, Logandale, Overton, Primm, Sloan, Vegas Creek, Boulder City, and Pahrump. Contact us today to let us help you build the outdoor barbecue and kitchen space of your dreams.