#nude olympics

[matthewcats]

Tom Daley's Armpit

gouache painting - original sold, prints are for sale in my etsy shop, click the link!

[grecoromanyaoi]

we should make the olympics traditional again, not this progressive sjw bullshit. men, fully nude, their cock and balls out, wrestling. covered in oil. touching each other, pushing each other around, bending each other over. asserting their dominance over one another and making them physically submit to them in the most natural, almost animalistic manner. pushing their entire exposed, oily bodies against another men. pushing each other into the ground, straddling each other. skin touching skin. things of that nature

[anni-writes]

intimacy limbo

Miya Atsumu x MSBY PR manager! reader

Warnings: nsfw, suggestive convo, dirty talk, drunk atsumu, drunk call, nothing very explicit though

word count: 1106

@ anni says: I'm a sucker for this dynamic, probably will write more, let me know if y'all liked 🤲

“hello?”

you pick up the annoying phone buzzing under your pillow without sparing much time to check the name on the screen, assuming it's an emergency, since nobody would sanely call another person in the middle of the night if it wasn't important, right?

… wrong

“did I wake you up?“ — the voice on the other side said and you wondered if he was joking

you sat on the bed, looking to the clock on the bedstand

“it's 2am, Atsumu. Why are you calling?”

you asked in a deep hoarse sleepy voice, your forehead frowning while your brain tried to make the sinapses of why Atsumu Miya would call his PR Manager at such hour.

all the answers sounded terrible

“fuck, don't tell me you're screwing a married actress again? or you fought someone at a party? it's fucking friday Atsumu you're gonna make me work on the weekend again—”

“God, your voice is so hot when you wake up…”

he interrupted my rambling with his own and immediately I realize he might be drunk.

“where are you?” — I asked, a little more soothing now

“uhhh… home?”

“since when?”

“since… ten minutes ago”

“where were you?”

“i— at a pub? with Bokkun and some others”

“why are you calling?”

the line went quiet, I can feel the hesitation lingering, but I don't push it, just hearing his deep breathing for some long seconds

“i— wanted to hear your voice… you…”

he stops suddenly, and I let him be, laying back down on my bed, keeping the phone on my ear, looking at the ceiling

“are you drunk?”

“no. maybe? a little. but not much” — enough to call me in the middle of the night, I think to myself. but also don't comment on it

I stay quiet on the line for a few seconds, enough for him to protest.

“hey”

“hm?”

“talk to me”

he say, a demanding tone, and I can't help but snort.

“what do you want to talk about, Miya?”

“when was the last time you fucked somebody”

my breath hitched in a silent surprise, not expecting this question

“what the fuck, Atsumu—”

“answer me”

I stop on my track, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head, trying to remember when was the last time I—

“that'd be… three months ago? on a blind date”

“did you cum?”

my eyebrow raise on an impossible force, but I can't bring myself to be uncomfortable with his questions. a sick dynamic that blossomed after the Olympic games, when I cleaned up all of his messes

“I didn't”

“And when was the last time?”

I narrow my eyes, not quite catching

“Last time…?”

“That you came?”

“uhm… Last night? I mean, I don't need a man to cum, do I…?”

He hissed on the phone, that was the only answer I didn't antecipated.

“Atsumu, are you getting off from my voice?”

I ask bluntly, expecting an equal blunt answer. And how was my surprise when I didn't get one

“I— no, I don't… I just… that's not…”

“You're such a slut"

this time he graced me with a whimper from the back of his throat,

and somehow, in a sick way, I was starting to like

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?”

he said, his voice clearly deeper, darker

“how do I drive you crazy, Miya?”

“don't… dont call me that... not now”

“i’ll call you whatever I want, Miya”

he hiss again, and I almost chuckle. but I hold back, just asking

“what was that?”

silence on the other way, I hear him sighing, and I mend, testing the waters

“Atsumu?”

“Yes!”

he say immediately and exhasperated, and I smile

“you like how I say your name?”

“I… very much”

“what if I moaned your name?”

“… ah… fuck… don't say shit like that…”

“Okay, I won't…”

“But please do”

this time I can't hold back, I crack a laugh on the phone

“Miya, there's only so much mixed signals someone can handle”

“You speak like you'd let me fuck you even if I beg”

“We can't, Miya”

he sigh deep on the other side, I can hear the frustration in his voice

“I'll send my nudes to a sports journalist and create the biggest PR scandal MSBY has ever seen”

he say in a petty act and I crack another laugh, knowing he doesn't actually would do something of such magnitude. not purposefully, at least.

“You know that would only obligate us to stay in the same meeting room for long hours until I fix it, don't you?”

he sigh, frustrated again, on the other side of the line, and I hear muffled sounds of something soft, probably him shifting on his bed

but the silence linger again, and before he can protest, I break it

“You should go to sleep, you have practice tomorrow”

“… can't. ‘m hard.” — he say and I snort, biting my tongue to not ask for proof

“take a cold shower, masturbate, dunno. go to sleep, Miya”

I hear him sighigh frustrated again, another set of shuffling noises

“okay, I'll go”

he say and part of me feel bad, not wanting to end the call, used to this sick twisted intimacy that I cultivated myself

“You go, and don't get late for practice tomorrow. G’night”

“night”

his answer is dry, and before he (or I) can hesitate or say anything else, I press the red button, putting my phone down on the bed.

I sigh, throwing my arms on my face, knowing I'm in the wrong for indulging Atsumu antics,

but this dynamic, once settled, it's impossible to go back. The rush of dopamine is too delicious, making both of us stuck in a middle term limbo of attraction and curiosity, leading to a twisted intimacy.

after tossing and turning on the bed for a while, in a failed attempt to go back to sleep, I decide to take back my phone, seeking some brain distraction

and I see a lost text from Atsumu

i knew opening his message would only make things worse for me. But I do it either way. And the sight makes my mouth water.

“fucking hell” I think to myself, grumbling while opening the bedstand drawer where my toys are, preparing for a couple more hours of perturbation

[eric2418]

Olympic gymnast🇺🇸 McKayla Maroney (another one) in her gym clothes and nude😍. Only thing missing is splitting her legs🦵🏻🦵🏻out.🤨

[honoredalone]

𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍’ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

and i say fuck the rules and let ‘em find out, but that’s just how i’m feeling. — i don’t wanna share, it’s a damn shame. i’ll still play it fair, won’t drop no names.

content warning: 18+, mouth watering smut (hopefully), college au, unprotected sex (cover for your lover pls), virgin gojo because i can’t get over him, riding, semi-public sex (at a party), basketball player gojo, filthyyyyy sex but it’s hot so.. let me know if there’s anything else

authors note: hi my lovely friends! please let me know your thoughts on this, i value your opinions so so so much and i cannot say thank you enough for all of the support. if you have any suggestions for content always feel free to ask, i would love to hear from all of you and your amazing ideas! thank you so so so so sooo much for 500 followers, i love you all so dearly and i hope everything is well for everyone! i’m sorry for my inactiveness but school has been killing me and i have the worst writers block ever so i’m sorry if this isn’t up to par :(

you swore to yourself that when you began university, you would focus on your studies and not pay any mind to boys but gojo satoru is not just any boy. he’s the star basketball player, a candidate for the boys youth all japan olympic team, the gold at the end of the rainbow and you have him, all to yourself.

after the most awaited college basketball game among campus, tokyo tech versus kyoto stem college. two rival teams, going all or nothing. tokyo tech took home gold at home stadium, so of course the campus erupted in parties all throughout the property. all day, all night, everyday for the next week. a party not even 100 yards from the last. celebrating the boys and their extraordinary wipe against their long term rivals

how you ended up at the biggest party after the game? you had no clue. how you ended up in satoru’s large bedroom during the biggest college sport afterparty? you had no clue. how you have gojo satoru under you right now? you have no clue.

you’re sat so pretty atop his strong quads, the muscles flexing below you. he’s hot, the room is sweltering, thin sheen of sweat attempting to cool his upper bodies exposed skin. “gotta tell you somethin’. pretty girl like you deserves it, yeah?” you whispered a cute approval before burying your face in his neck, nipping the tender skin near his adam’s apple.

his body is on fire, head is dazed in your soft, serene touches and his strained cock so close to being suffocated by your silky hole. the hard shaft hovering over his sculpted abdomen. “never— fuck.. never done this before. gonna be extra sweet to me, baby?” his normally confident facade crumbles to rubble when you pull back from your gentle attack on his neck, looking at him with the sweetest eyes he’s ever seen.

his hand that are perched on the dip of your waist slither up the small of your back, toying with the clasp of your elegant lacy bra, slowly disconnecting the small metal pieces keeping the undergarment sat on your pretty tits. you let the piece fall from your soft body, him throwing the lace to the floor. satoru’s pupils dilated in the dimly lit bedroom, his oceanic eyes nearly black. he’s seen tits in porn and unsolicited nudes he’s been sent, even woman that flash him before, after and during his games but none of them compared to your beautiful body. he suddenly wraps his arm tightly around you, attaching his lips to your hardened nipple and his unoccupied hand rolling the other between the callused pads of his forefinger and thumb.

“need you. god, let me— is this okay?” he leaned back, newfound confidence fizzling out, his dick throbbing and the perfect pink head now blanketed in precum. you nodded, flustered and desperate for him. “words, pretty girl. use your big girl words, can’t hear ya.” satoru’s flirtatious tone had you gushing all over his lap, your juices soaking his thighs and clean sheets below you two.

“yes. want to so bad ‘toru.” you gasped, hands flying to satoru’s shoulders to balance yourself as he yanks you closer to his chest, lifting you to align his fat cock head with your wet core. he slowly pressed himself between your folds, loosening his grip against you to allow you to take this at your own pace. “‘s so big, not gonna fit.” he pouted at your complaint, drawing an invisible line right below your belly button.

“‘m gonna be right there, sweetheart.” he cooed, looking at your already blushed face while his thumb tracing comforting shapes on your hip bone attempting to soothe your worry. “we can stop, ‘s okay.” you protested, slowly pressing yourself closer to his lap. moaning in tandem with each other. his stretch, your squeeze was intoxicating and he immediately knows he isn’t going to last.

once his cock is fully sheathed inside you grind down, his pubic bone stimulating your neglected nerves. choking his erection in your walls he couldn’t help but fuck up into you forcibly. after a couple of minutes to adjust, you begin to bounce on his lap, fucking him for everything he has. satoru cried and twitched and felt the ecstasy coursing through his body.

“f-fuck. so.. ngh, so good!” satoru mewled, he meets your brutal thrusts, bruising grip tight on the top of your pillowy thighs. “baby, baby. slow, s-slower. ‘m not gonna last like this.” a soft chuckle rumbled through his chest, holding you tight for a moment so you both could catch your breath. he kissed down your neck, to the valley of your chest while he ground his head against your cervix. taking hold of your waist once more, slowly bouncing you on him again. “so tight, shit.”

you felt like you were being let into heaven. satoru is longer than he is thick but that did not mean he lacked in girth, the veins rubbing every inch of you. he felt unreal. better than any toy or any man ever will. satoru cries out your name into the hot, sultry air. his eyelids are heavy and mouth hung open, singing chants, desperate and needy. “good boy, ah! such a pretty cock.” you praised, his eyes meet yours. pupils heart shaped, brows furrowed like a begging puppy, snowy strands sticking to the crown of his head.

“say it again. please.” he begged dipping his head down to cover your chest in bites, continuing the assault on his organ. he whined when you repeated your sweet words, his ears perking at your honeyed voice. “‘m your good boy. oh fuuuck.” his head falls back onto the plushy mattress, you press your hand down onto his bladder, teasing his climax but the action only made him fall over the edge. “gonna, mmm! gonna cum, where.” he was frantic, he didn’t know where was an appropriate place to cum but when you continued to apply pressure to his lower body and swing your hips like a temptress he can’t help but let himself go.

a sound breaking groan escaped his throat like it was punched out of him, your stomach warmed and fluttered at his state. his pale skin a pretty rosy pink and lips swollen, bitten, his neck and chest is marked in possessive bruises. satoru’s chest is heaving, abs tensing and heart nearly beating out of his chest.

later, after he caught his breath, he lays you down. before you can process what he is doing satoru is spreading your thighs with his big callused hands, coming face to face with your glazed pussy and he feels his cock jump in excitement. the sight addicting, his seed slowly seeping out of the tight muscle but he takes his long, slender fingers and pushes the fluid back in. slowly scissoring his digits and curling them against the sweet spot inside of your body.

“hey sweets?” he kisses and sucks on the fat of your thighs while waiting for you to respond. you slowly lift your head and prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him adoringly.

“teach me how to eat her? she’s begging for it, dripping all over.” god you were in for a long night and the party is just getting started.

[alpacaroni-and-cheese]

Leah, Fatin and Choice.

Not to wax lyrical about a TV show that was cancelled over two years ago, but The Wilds is pretty good, actually.

All 8 of the main characters (yes, eight, the boys don't count) are some of the most complex, layered and interesting characters I've ever seen. Each of them, on a surface level, seem to be one-dimensional.

Shelby, for example, is the goody-two shoes Christian flawless pageant queen. But she isn't, not really. She's a closeted, anxious mess, who is about one or two mental breakdowns away from shaving her head at any given time. She cares far too deeply, leaving her heart exposed and vulnerable.

Or take Rachel; on the outside, she's hard on everyone, angry and resentful, and bound for diving for America in the next Olympics. But in reality, she's burnt out. She might be hard on everyone around her, but she's hardest on herself. She suffers from bulimia, brought on by a few ill-advised words from her diving coach, and isn't even on the team anymore. She is angry, and she is resentful, but I think she has good reason to be. So when she does release that anger, it's an inspiration for us all.

You can do this kind of analysis with all of the characters, but the two I want to focus on in particular are Leah and Fatin.

Leah, the boring, ordinary, average girl from the Bay, who thinks too much and leaps before she looks.

That doesn't even scratch the surface of who Leah is.

She's whip-smart, and not in the "knows the first 20 digits of pi" Hollywood style of smart. She notices things and tucks them away in her brain until she has a moment to herself where she can ruminate, drawing connections where maybe there aren't any, and draw conclusions based partly on evidence and partly on a near-infallible trust for her gut.

She analyses. Not in the (BBC) Sherlock kind of way where she just magics up the answer out of thin air, but in her own way. She sees something is out of place, and digs around in the rocks and dirt, bloodying her fingers and knees until she can figure out what's wrong.

She gets taken advantage of by a man far older than her, and lies about her age so he'd sleep with her. She's hopelessly, helplessly tied to this pathetic man, every aspect of her life tethered to him. So when he finds out the truth and removes every part of her from his life, she is left drowning in his wake. She clings to the book he wrote and the sick annotations he left for her like it's a lifeline, when it's actually pulling her further beneath the waves.

Leah broods, she ruminates and she analyses, until something gives way.

She runs headlong into walls until either they break, or she does.

Next, let's talk about Fatin.

Promiscuous, princess-y Fatin, who's never done a day's hard work in her life.

In 1x05, Fatin runs away from the group. In 1x04, she was (metaphorically and a little bit physically, albeit accidentally) mauled by Leah. Her soft underbelly exposed and prodded. The others have all made judgements on her character, and in their eyes she has come up short. So, she chooses to remove herself from the equation, and runs away, like a thief in the night.

She finds a waterfall, practically saving all of them from dying slowly of thirst. And Leah, who pushed her, shoved her, rejected her last episode, spearheads the campaign to find her, after a little encouragement and wake-up call from Dot.

Fatin is not used to forgiveness. We see her mother let things go, but her mistakes are not forgiven, and most certainly not forgotten. Her hurt is minimised and dismissed by her mother, so she turns to her father for support. He is her best friend and confidant. He always has her side.

But then she discovers the photos. Her father has been cheating with lots of women over a long period of time. He has been lying to and betraying their family for years. She lashes out and chooses to send his nudes to everyone in his contact list, not thinking it through properly. When this is inevitably drawn back to her, her father turns on her, and her mother just sits and watches.

She isn't familiar with forgiveness, so when Leah offers it to her the first time she chooses to willingly accept it, offering it back in turn.

Leah makes the choice to burn Jeff's book, severing the tether holding her beneath the water. She's free, and can breathe.

Fatin becomes her confidant, listening to Leah's theories about the island and offering reasonable explanations for what's going on, and it works for a while.

But Leah becomes obsessed with the island. She's convinced something is wrong, and works herself to the bone to discover the truth, at the expense of her own safety and sanity.

Fatin reaches out to her, tries to wade through the darkness clouding Leah's thoughts and pull her back into the light.

But she fails.

When Leah runs into the ocean, desperate to find a way out, Fatin can do nothing but watch. Rachel overcomes her fear of the water and drags Leah back to the beach. Dot wants to sedate her, just to be safe, but Fatin refuses. Leah's had enough choices taken away from her, so she lets Leah choose.

Fatin, who knows how damaging it is to have your autonomy stolen, gives Leah this choice. Fatin, who knows Leah had many decisions made for her in the past, lets her decide for herself. She lets Leah make the choice to live.

[katrotica]

Over on girlcrushart I did a very vaguely Olympic-related post today because I'm missing the Olympics, and I'm gonna do that here as well. I basically went thru my Katrotica drafts to find the sportiest one so here's Natasha Legeyda with a tennis racket. Also, she is naked, which is a reference to the fact that the original games were played nude. By guys tho. No women allowed. Apparently the Paris 2024 games were the first ever to have an even number of men & women. That's cool. Glad they've moved on from the no women rule. Probably good that they've moved on from the sans-clothing rule too for lots of reasons. I'd watch naked tennis tho. Just saying.

[cherriegyuu]

Cherriegyuu's Masterlist

(💧) angst - (💓) fluff - (🌟) favorite - (⚡) smut - ( 🫧) writing - (✅) done

❁ Willow ➝ marriage of convenience (💧✅ ) word count: 16.7k summary: seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does ↳ one, two, three, drabble

❁ Enchanted ➝ oneshot (💓✅ ) word count: 1.2k summary: in which you meet seungcheol for the first time ↳ read here

❁ Strange Love ➝ oneshot (💧💓✅ ) word count: 3.1k summary: years after your divorce, you meet your ex and he wants to pick up where you left off ↳ read here

❁ Red ➝ oneshot (⚡✅) word count: 1.6k summary: the sight of seungcheol driving had always been your favorite but when both of you were trying to escape while being chased down by the police, you couldn't help but make things a little more… interesting ↳ read here

❁ High For This ➝ oneshot feat. mingyu (⚡✅) word count: 4.3k summary: seungcheol is willing to make your fantasies come true. ↳ read here

❁ Back Room ➝ oneshot (⚡✅) word count: 2.3k summary: while seungcheol is on a meeting you decide that it's a great moment to send him nudes. ↳ read here

❁ Calendar ➝ oneshot (⚡✅) word count: 3.1k summary: the red mark on the calendar is one of seungcheol's favorites ↳ read here

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ in which he comforts you (💓)

➝ in which you get hurt in a car accident (💧💓)

➝ in which he helps you drive again (💧💓)

➝ in which he tore his acl (💧💓)

➝ in which he forgets a date (💧)

➝ [2:08] glimpse of us (💧)

➝ [6:45] in this light (💓)

❁ Breaking Point ➝ one shot (💧✅ ) word count: 1.5k summary: Jeonghan was never one to lose his patience with people, least of all you. But one day a fight gets out of control and it leaves you wondering if your relationship has come to an end. ↳ read here

❁ Lens of Ice ➝ figure skater!au (💧💓⚡✅) word count: 29k summary: jeonghan has only one chance left to make it to the olympics. as he embarks on this decisive journey, you, a documentarist, are set to follow him as he seeks the ultimate glory. ↳ part one, part two

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ in which he finds you crying because of your period (💓)

➝ in which you reject him (💧)

❁ Sunday Afternoon ➝ oneshot (💓✅ ) word count: 2.4k summary: everyday Jun goes to the same café in hopes that one day he’ll get enough courage to ask the cute barista out. ↳ read here

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ in which he comforts you after a long day at work (💓)

❁ Way Back Home ➝ one shot (💧💓✅ ) word count: 6.3k summary: after twelve years apart, you finally meet wonwoo again ↳ read here

❁ Asellus Australis ➝ collab (💧💓🫧) word count: 6.3k summary: Wonwoo couldn’t possibly be the only person living in Sydney who didn’t know how to swim, so he reluctantly says yes to the lessons his friends signed him up for. When he learns that you are his instructor, he figures learning how to swim as an adult isn’t all that embarrassing after all ↳ part one

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ in which he is late (💧💓)

❁ Elevator ➝ soulmate!au (💧 🌟 ✅) word count: 27k summary: in a world where soulmates exists, Jihoon is faced with difficult decisions ↳ one, two

❁ One More Day ➝ one shot (💧 ✅) word count: 10k summary: every day jihoon has to make you fall for him again ↳ part one, part two

❁ Slow Motion ➝ oneshot (⚡💓✅) word count: 3.4k summary: when you offer to cut jihoon's hair, he has a hard time holding himself back from touching you ↳ read here

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ in which you visit him at the studio (💓)

❁ Strange Love ➝ oneshot feat. seungcheol (💧💓✅ ) word count: 3.1k summary: years after your divorce, you meet your ex and he wants to pick up where you left off ↳ read here

❁ Crossing The Line ➝ oneshot (⚡💧💓✅) word count: 5.4k summary: Mingyu had always been your best friend and that line had never been crossed before, then, one day, you woke up naked ion his bed with a vivid memory of the previous night. ↳ one, two

❁ High For This ➝ oneshot feat. seungcheol (⚡✅) word count: 4.3k summary: seungcheol is willing to make your fantasies come true. ↳ read here

❁ So High School ➝ hockey player mingyu (💧💓🫧) word count: 8.8k summary: when you’re suddenly thrown in Mingyu’s direction, you have no choice but to stay by his side, and maybe it’s not as bad as you think ↳ read here

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ in which mingyu wants to sleep on the couch after a fight (💓)

➝ in which you tell mingyu about a movie you watched as kid (💓)

➝ in which he he cuts his hair (💓)

❁ Memories of Us ➝ soulmate!au (💧 💓🌟 ✅) word count: 11.9k summary: every night seokmin dreams of his past lifes, when he met and fell for his soulmate countless times. ↳ read here

❁ Midnight Rain ➝ one shot (💧 💓⚡ ✅) word count: 17k summary: after seven years away, you finally return home. meeting seokmin again wasn't in your plans, but life wasn't willing to let you have it your way. ↳ read here

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ constellations of him (💓)

❁ Raindrops ➝ oneshot (💓✅) word count: 2.5k summary: you and minghao walk home after a party, when you are surprised by the rain. ↳ read here

❁ Drabbles ❁

➝ midnight regrets (💓💧)

❁ The Road That Leads To You ➝ oneshot (💓✅ ) word count: 3.6k summary: double dates are bound to go wrong ↳ read here

➝ seventeen as mafia

➝ seventeen as songs from red (ts)

➝ seventeen as songs from 1989 (ts)

➝ seventeen as songs from lover (ts)

➝ seventeen as songs from folklore (ts)

➝ seventeen as songs from midnights (ts)

➝ seventeen as romcoms

➝ seventeen and perilla leaves

➝ seventeen as brazilian words

[beemochi-art]

Would Genderbent human megs also not like clothes and be forced to wear something too because it would be hilarious

Yeh! The cons ESPECIALLY make sure genderbent Megs wear cloths. She’d still not like clothes very much but probably wouldn’t make as much of a fuss then male Megs. She has her usual get up is this.

I went with more of a gladiator look then dude megs normal kilt and Scottish appearance. Another look I had in mind is just like a two piece. Think Olympic beach volleyball player.

I think for gladiators this is considered a lot of clothes. She’s no stranger to fighting nude. Her clothes are tougher then most but not indestructible (unlike her.) she usually needs an entirely new one after a battle. Soundwave has a cape and goes out of his way to cover her with that.

(Male Megs fights it a bit more so for him soundwave has stopped trying to cover him. F it! Everyone can see his junk see if I care!)

[luvneymar]

(3) NONCHALANT NANCY — NEYMAR JR

— SUMMARY: the aftermath of the photos being released.

PARINGS: young!neymar x female!reader & young!lucas paqueta x female!reader

“No fair! She’s so lucky! Not only does she get to do a nude photoshoot with him, she’s his dirty mistress!” A high pitched voice coming from quiet the small body that walked towards you, arm linked around another girl who seemed to be totally disinterested.

“Oh please Fatima, he’s not that attractive. I think Ronaldo is much hotter.” The disinterested woman replied, turning her annoyed gaze from the smaller girl wrapped around her arm to you; who’s leg was up in the air parallel to the other that stood on the floor.

“Hi Charolette, Hi Fatima. I assume you guys are talking about me?” You questioned turning your head to face them sending a quick smile there way. They split apart to stand on ether side of you resting their body’s over the edge of the skating rink.

It hadn’t even been a few days since after the photos were released till you were bombarded with paparazzi everywhere you went asking you to confirm or deny any of the rumours floating around. It make your skin crawl just thinking about them.

“Does this mean the rumours online are actually true? You’re leaving your boyfriend for Neymar Junior?”

“Will the long-time internet ship finally set sail?”

“What do you think Lucas Paqueta thinks of all this?”

“Does this mean your reputation & lifestyle as a “citygirl” will end? Or is this another fling?”

“How do you think your long-term frenemy; Bruna will react to this?”

You let out a deep sigh before slowly lowering your leg feeling as if you’ve stretched enough. You walked towards the benches, behind you Charlotte & Fatima tailing you like lost puppies.

“Of course we’re talking about you! Your the talk of the town. Tell us, are you actually cheating on Lucas with.. Neymar?” Fatima scoot her body towards you whispering Neymar’s name like it was some kind of secret.

You looked up from the skates you were tying up to look at both of them seeing the look in their eyes made you sigh once again, you constantly talked about how much you hated Neymar & his stupid ego. You had no idea why they would even think this.

“I don’t like Neymar. At all. I wouldn’t even want to be in the same room as him. Let alone fuck him.” You cleared up the flying rumours returning back to your skate that was left undone.

“So not true! You went to visit him in the hospital! With nobody in the room!” Fatima continued as Charlotte nodded in agreement, you rolled your eyes as you stood up stumbling a bit before turning your body to look at them hands resting on your hips.

“That was much different! Bruna said it was a favour & she’d compensate me! Me & Neymar? Never ever. You do remember when he—!”

“Oh shut up!” Charlotte clasped her hand over your mouth, rolling her eyes as she knew what you were going to say. “We all know he broke your nose, we don’t care! All we wanna know is if you’re messing with Neymar Junior.”

You ripped her hand off your mouth before continuing, “No. Never in a Million years. No.” Once you finished clearing up all the rumours you turning your body towards the gate of the rink & walked towards it.

Just as you got onto the ice you felt Fatima’s hands wrapped themselves around your arm as she begun to skate around the rink pulling you along with her, shortly after charlotte caught up with you. “What about enemies to lovers or whatever? Like, wouldn’t it be kinda hot?”

“No! No Fatima, it would not be hot in any shape or form. No!” You whispered before pulling your arm away skating towards the other side of the rink. You sighed skating around aimlessly enjoying your temporary feeling of completely tranquility.

That tranquillity was was soon disrupted as you bumped into another club member; Vic. You & Vic had a long lasting rivalry ever since she had decided that when you won your first olympic gold medal over her you screwed on of the judges to get a few points ahead of her.

You were both neck n’ neck for first place but you had won by just 2 more points for a reason that was still unknown to this day, you both had fell once during your performance but somehow you still managed to win over her. Not that you were complaining.

“Oh Hey, (Name)! Glad to see you back! It’s nice that you’re honing your skating skills instead of honing blowing skills!”

“Heyy Vic! I’m glad to see you too! It’s be a darn waste if I couldn’t humiliate you at this years olympic games again! And don’t worry, your boyfriend & the judges think my rather blowing skills are; …impeccable!” You smiled at her using a cute & oblivious tone.

You both sent passive aggressive smiles at each other along with offensive comments about literally anything you could conjure up. “Hmm, You’ve gotten wrinkles. Not surprised with how many blowjobs you give a day.”

You grit your teeth before responding, “Have you fixed the bald-spot at the back of your head? Or do I need to make another one Vic?”

“I don’t have a bald spot, Plus you’ve gotten fat.”

“Your sister is fat, why I stole her vogue cover right from under her. Literally.”You snapped back trying hard not to burst out laughing from what you just said, you knew Vic cared a lot about her siblings so you sending that comment her way should’ve hit a spot.

“You fucking bitch—!” She yelled out, just before she could send another insult your way as she placed her fist in the air “threatening” to harm you, your coach came around placing his body between you both.

“Okay girls! Break it up! Another competition is coming up & you both are my stars. I don’t need another incident like before. Go! Now. Before I kick you both out of the rink for today.”

You both grumbled before gliding away to opposite sides of the rink not failing to send secret middle fingers like fucking middle schoolers. The rest of the practice went smoothly until non other than your boyfriend; Lucas Paqueta shows up with a less than pleased look on his face. You knew exactly why too.

Charlotte glided towards spotting the upset Brazilian man as-well. “Why is he here? What did you do?” She whispered into your ear pulling you away by your arm so he wouldn’t see you. This was the only time you we’re grateful for the matching uniform.

“I don’t know! Maybe he’s here because he saw the news.” You replied chewing on your fingernails nervously looking back checking if he’s noticed you. Just as you looked back you locked eyes with his feeling a wave of his unknowing but most likely angry emotion wash over you.

Lucas motioned for you do come over causing you to quickly turn around. “He’s probably going to kill me! Waking up to news of your girlfriend being all over your best-friend makes you want to kill a man! Or woman!”

“Relax you’ll be fine! I’ll watch out incase anything happens! You know Lucas isn’t a physical guy.” Charlotte reasoned as he pulled you body towards the side of the rink where the exit gate was stationed, you sighed thinking about the last few times something like this has happened.

“Yeah, yeah. He doesn’t get physical, but he gets physical you know what I’m saying?” You whispered into her ear causing to her giggle at your explanation, of course she would know seeing as how you both have done it multiple times in the change-rooms, gender neutral bathrooms or virtually anywhere.

“You’ll be okay! It’s not like anyone has ever died from a good dicking down.” Charlotte opened the gate & pushed you onto the spongy yet firm ground right in-front of your boyfriend who was standing right in front of you looking right down at your figure, hands stuffed in his pockets, angry glare resting on his face.

“C’mere we need to talk.” He grabbed your wrist pulling you into the change-room’s locking the door right behind him, as you heard the lock switch you gulped slightly excited but also terrified as to what would happen. Last time somethings like this happened your legs were in such bad shape you couldn’t skate for days.

“We need to talk? Or we need to talk?” You emphasized the last talk as you begun to unzip your define jacket slowly, your zipper could barely go far enough before you were pushed into the wall lightly with Lucas age king quite closely to you barely leaving a gap.

“No we need to talk, talk. Words. How can you do this to me princess? My best friend?” He questioned voice slightly cracking at his last sentence which did nothing but make you feel like an idiot & break your heart slightly all at once.

“Baby listen! It wasn’t on purpose I—!”

“I know I haven’t been around that often but does my absence really push you towards another man?” Lucas continued you rant on blaming himself but also not excusing your actions, as you stood there & took it you looked up at him & couldn’t help but realize how hot he look basically cursing you out in Portuguese.

As you stared at him watching him pace around the room using big hand gestures & authoritative sentences you couldn’t help but pull your zipper down all the way dropping your jacket onto the floor leaving you just in your bra.

Lucas hadn’t noticed it until he turned back to look at you hoping you were at-least sorry for what you had done but was met with you removing your leggings standing half naked in a thong & a bra in the frigid change-room causing your nipples to become erect & sensitive.

“I’m sure you’d like to argue more about how I’m a bad girlfriend but wouldn’t you like it so much more if I… made it up to you?” You walked towards your in awe boyfriend & wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in as he wrapped his large hands around your waist.

“Jump.” He whispered into your ear, as you jumped up legs wrapping around his waist, hands resting on your exposed ass you both kissed each other as if you haven’t seen each other in forever. Tongue was involved & it was indeed messy.

The way he looked when you both pulled away trying to get some air before diving right back in almost made you come in your pants, the heavy breathing, the rough touches all over your body & his tongue easily dominating your own was just to much for you to handle.

You weren’t even aware that your back hit the cold brick of the change room until it did & your bra was on the floor somewhere in the room. “Now this is my kind of talking hmm?” You asked him tilting your head just a bit looking at him innocently.

“Não pense que suas pequenas palavras doces serão capazes de me convencer de que você ainda me merece depois dessa merda.” [Don’t think your sweet little words will be able to convince me you still deserve me after this shit] He smacked your ass hard enough for you to jump slightly at the impact

— “Also, we’re not stopping till i’m convinced you’re sorry for what you did.”

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ON HOLD

[parmahamlarrie]

Welcome back to another post for the directory of fic recs on my blog! If you would like a specific theme or trope, let me know! As always, these are all fics I have read and loved, not all the fics out there. You can find more University/College AU fics here! **This post will be updated as I have more fics in this theme to recommend!** rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) || @coffeehazza || 145.9k  College AU, Roommates, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Mild Angst, Friends to Lovers

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[alpaca-clouds]

Dear Worldbuilders: Please Understand Cultural Norms As Cultural Norms

Two days ago I had a discussion with my new roomie. Because we are two autistic guys, who will not stop talking politics all day, and were talking about the opening ceremony of the Olympics. To which he held the opinion: "I mean, I was not offended. But I can understand the Christians who are." To which I pointed out, that they really do not get to be offended after forcing their religion onto everyone.

Somehow the discussion however went to the horrible topic of "kink at pride". And he showed me videos he saw online, where some nudists were also participating at pride. To which I just shrugged and was like: "So what? They are naked. It is not as if they are doing something sexual. They are just naked, and there should be nothing taboo about the naked body. I mean, c'mon dude, we are living in Germany which is kinda known internationally for its nudist culture." And he went: "Yeah, sure, but usually if there is a nudist beach or a nudist swimming pool I will go there expecting to see naked people." And I kept relying on the point: "Well, but what harm is done to these people being naked?" To which he went: "Well, the children...!" And I was like: "Do you really think kids are getting traumatized by seeing a naked body? You are aware there are cultures around the world in which running around naked is pretty normalized, right? I know that 'don't be naked' feels super intuitive for someone growing up over here, but keep in mind that to someone from Afghanistan or Saudi Arabia 'women should cover their hair' would feel about as intuitive, because it is just a cultural norm." Which was the point I was given.

But thinking about it, I actually do see a lot of people struggling with this concept as well. Yesterday a friend and I also talked about how many western people just assume that Christmas is celebrated by everyone around the world - even though it isn't.

And I think this shows nowhere as strongly as in fantasy and scifi media. Because a lot of fantasy and scifi media just will go ahead and assume a baseline western culture - even in settings, where it does not make sense. More than that: It will assume either modern western cultural norms or - especially for fantasy - will kind of try to extrapolate how people imagine something to have been like at some time.

And I am staying with the nudity example, because it is actually a funny one. A lot of fantasy media will assume people in a medival setting to be super touchy about nude bodies, because Victorian's were crying (according to popular myths) when they saw a naked ankle.

However: This actually could not be further from the truth. Because we have ample evidence, that in medieval times not only public baths were not sex seggregated, but that on hot summer days the peasants would also work at least partially naked on the fields.

Sure, in some areas of Europe nobility was a bit more squeaming around naked bodies than the peasants. But that was then a nobility thing - and even this was not necessarily true throughout the entire middle ages (again: The period lasted around 1000 years), and especially not throughout all of Europe.

But you know what said nobility was also super iffed about? Yeah: Women's hair. That got hidden throughout medieval Europe as well. Especially in late medieval times. At times under headscarfs, at times under certain types of hats.

Then let's also talk about the Christmas thing. Because it is a classic of fantasy media especially. The world is going to have a winter festival that involves gift giving, family parties, and often enough also dead trees in prominent locations.

Now, on one hand: A lot of cultures around the world had winter solstice festivals, so assuming that your fantasy culture will have the same is not that far fetched to have that, too. But why give it the modern Christmas traditions? There are so many other traditions you could come up with. I am sure of that. You are a fantasy/scifi writer after all!

You might ask yourself right now: Why do I even have an issue with this?

Well, the answer is simple. Because this is about Eurocentrism. Building a world like that will just assume that western European traditions are "the norm", they are what we should assume to find everywhere. And when people read fantasy media and just find it all reflected there, it is what they will start to assume. And then they are going to be all "surprised pikachu", when they find out that indeed, the world does not celebrate Christmas.

Also... Just normalize naked bodies. There is literally no harm in seeing a naked body. None at all.

[sunny-mercya]

Sounds like a Melody

Apollo x Male Reader

Fandom -> Percy Jackson Series

Requested by -> @r0sep3tal

Masterlist | Part 1 | Related OS | Song

Give me more tragedy, more harmony and fantasy, my dear

Set it alight, we're head over heels in love

1985 was a year, where Apollo truly felt how the burning love he had for you—his husband he adored oh so much, like the stars in the night and the sunrise in the morning—was about to vanish, slowly ever so fading like a distant memory or cloud, into nothing but emptiness.

His heart aches painfully, whenever you wouldn't sleep next to him or didn't wanted to be held in his arms anymore.

All of this started, thousands years and decades ago, with the simple and innocent question of wanting Children.

You and Apollo tried many times, but when it was clear that you couldn't birth any—there had been one success, centuries ago, but Apollo didn't want to risk your fragile health again—and I mind you, the procedure of how god and goddesses giving birth is a complexity of its own—the subject was dropped quickly and you two continued to enjoy the tranquility.

Everything had been fine, till Zeus—no one was surprised—his other siblings and deities, decided to mate with humans (more and more than they had before already) and creating Half-Bloods.

This of course arose questions in you and towards Apollo, because if the other deities could do such—why couldn't he?

So after a long argument with Apollo, who assured you he would never dare to cheat on you and then you explained, that it isn't cheating when you know it from the beginning and give consent—Apollo begrudgingly agreed.

When Camp Half-Blood had been created, albeit a messy concept in the very beginning, you wanted to live in a house with enough space of garden—so that all your children could live there. Though the Children, over the years, never wanted to came or meet you, instantly hating you after they got claimed in Camp.

~~~

It was around midnight when Apollo and you, hand in hand, strolled through the empty streets of Santa Monica—a city you've come to love, when Zeus had announced that the Olymp will be moved to the USA for a scenery change.

Apollo was happy and although this could be the last time he could be with you—before you might plead to Zeus for a divorce—Apollo felt satisfied that he could get you out of the house, you once again begun to detest whenever you passed by the empty—besides the ones with Apollo, you and the handful of children which you cared for (and still do) in the early years of your marriage with Apollo—picture frames.

Apollo had hoped, foolish perhaps even, when he takes you to a nice dinner and a midnight stroll—and maybe to a swim, fully nude, showing you passion once more—that extinguished flame, which cuts through his fated heart—which is filled sorrowful with undying love and adoration for you—so slowly painfully, that there are nights where he had vomited blood, would be burning once more again, for another eternity—so high and mighty, like Greek fire.

When walking along the beach—it has to be another checked move from fate, otherwise Apollo didn't knew how to explain the next happening—passing by the few remaining couples here and there and rolling waves are an tranquility sound to the ears—there comes a song played, from a lonesome forgotten Boombox.

Around the second time, when Alphaville's song; Sounds like a Melody, had been played again—was it the beat? the lyrics? Or the melody itself? Probably all of them together—you grabbed Apollo's hand and moved with him on the sand.

Oh, mighty stars, thought Apollo as he danced with you—body close and sometimes with distance—watching how you were so carefree and joyful again, laughing wholeheartedly and singing along to the song—which is for certain on a loop.

It's like a repeat of the longing memory—during the first night, after you had finally fully recovered, where Apollo danced with you through the clouds—so gently and soft—and when you asked—meek and shy and your voice still hoarse but honey soft—Apollo just who you are exactly (and again) and when Apollo kissed you on the lips, telling you; you're [Name], his love for endless and beyond eternity—the adoration in your eyes, were sun blinding.

And during another night, after the wedding ceremony, where you moaned out Apollos name—the moon and stars being the only witness to such intimacy—full of pleasure and love filled joy—Apollo swore to himself, to never leave you alone and only bath you in a passion the deities alone could do.

Gently you took Apollo's face in your hands, looking him in the eyes. Apollo swore, no he was certain—River Stxy and the stars above sole witness—that the gleam of adoration, you once had in your (e/c) eyes—which sucked him in, like a soft spring breeze—had returned with a new arising spark.

You leaned in, near to your husband, kissing him on the lips—biting on his lower lip to ask for entrance and fighting for a dominance, neither of you wanted to lose—and tumbling down onto the sand.

Apollo had thought, year 1985 would be the final end of the flourishing love between you and him—but it isn't, it's just the beginning of a new chapter with love much stronger than ever.

Ares, Hermes, Aphrodite and Eros had taken somewhere near cover, watching you two dance and turning respectfully away—once Apollo and you passionately devoted to one another.

Ares moved along to the song and Hermes thought, how absolutely graceless and embarrassing his brother looks like—shaking his head to get such unpleasant memory out of his mind.

»See! I told you guys, that song is real magical!« said Ares proudly and albeit a bit too loud.

»Yes, I know. It was me who send such idea to the band after all.«

»Oh hush Eros, important is that [Name] and Apollo have rekindled their love, after all I quite like my brother in law and it would be such a tragic shame if they would be separated«

»Thus why we created such brilliant plan.«

»Actually,« started Hermes, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighed out in annoyance,

»the Fates and Stars would never let it happen anyways that those lovebirds are fading from one another.«

»Hermes, shut up. You're such a mood killer.« grunted Ares.

~~~

Jason always wanted to know the story of how his parents had adopted him. When Jason was little he always thought his Papa had magically conjured him or something and Jason remembers, how you looked at him all confused and questioning yourself for about two hours.

Jason knew how his younger brother Will got adopted—his dad had a heated night with Will's biological mother and once born, she had dropped Will off to his dads—but Jason wanted to know his own story now and so he asked his parents.

It had been in 1994;

Apollo laid on the couch, watching one of those Sitcoms the humans had created and in his humble opinion, he would rather watch Cartoons or cooking shows instead of this—but it's 3 in the morning and Sitcoms are the only shows which are tolerable to watch, besides the Tele-shopping at such hour.

You still hadn't got back from the small grocery shopping you wanted to do hours ago. Apollo wasn't worried, although with the heavy pouring rain and consider your fragile health—yeah, scrap that, Apollo begun to worry about you ever so slightly.

Around five in the morning, Apollo almost fully asleep—drooling just a bit—you did come home, ringing your husband out of dreamland and—when he tiredly dazed open the doors, confused and needed a few minutes to get the current situation—pushing him out of your way, while running towards your bedroom.

»Apollo! I need hot water and milk in separate bowls and ambrosia! Real quick!« you ordered at him from above the stairs.

»What for exactly?«

»Just do as I say! Fucking please!« and Apollo did what you asked him, knowing that when you curse—at him directly—it's a serious matter.

Once upstairs inside the bedroom, with the required things on a tray, Apollo saw for what you needed them.

There, in the middle of the bed—carefully surrounded by the blankets—lay a sickly and blue looking baby, not older than perhaps a few months.

»Where did you get the child?«

»I tell you later. Mix the ambrosia with the milk and then hold the bowl under my palm so I can add my blood to it.«

Apollo had many questions, but was also perplexed at the way you tell him medical instructions when he's the one with such knowledge.

»The baby looks already close to deaths door, if you give him your blood, the chance of him surviving is fatally slim.« Apollo narrowed his eyes at you, wanting to know what or who got in your head to do such decision.

»But there is a chance! And I will take it, if you like it or not. I won't let this baby, when the fates themselves had lead me to him, abandon and die, like how it happens with me. So, by Zeus, help me or fucking leave me alone.«

By now you were crying and Apollo had taken a deep breath, realising you relieving a memory which should be buried too deep to be remembered—and that there's a desperation in your current doing he couldn't decipher.

It had been hours after you have giving the baby, so small and fragile, the mixture of either possible life or death—and gentle cradling him between you and Apollo.

»Would you mind telling me now, where you found him?«

»In a alley, behinds piles of trash, after I finished grocery—oh, the bags are still in the car—and like I couldn't just let him there all by himself, but no one of the humans wanted to help, so I took him here.«

»He's mother probably abandoned him...«

»Her loss. Now the little warrior has two dads, who will cater him in endless love«

And when the first cries came, a sign that the boy had survived, Apollo and you smiled at each other.

»What should be his name, my love?«

»Jason will be his name.«

We need the ecstasy, the jealousy, the comedy of love

The ringing of your laughter, sounds like a melody

[gabessquishytum]

We know that Dream was hanging around Greece way back when, so in this Olympics year lets discuss,,,,Hob Gadling (hot) (naked) Ancient Olympics participant!

🤼‍♂️ 🤼🏼‍♂️

I'm thinking that Hob competed in either Discus, or Javelin, or Wrestling [https://olympics.com/ioc/ancient-olympic-games] so he had a strong body and since anyone could compete, Hob could still be of modest means.

Maybe Dream watches Hob (all oiled up) compete in the wrestling competition and is transfixed;

Maybe Dream is handing out the winners' laurels and Hob is still cheeky and makes him blush;

Maybe they are competing against one another in the javelin - and since there is no scoring or time, they are the last two competitors, gutting it out and trying to keep proving to the other that they are the best. They collapse in a heap when one or the other wins.

All this is to say Ancient Olympics Dreamling!!

This is an excellent concept, mostly because - Olympic athletes trained and competed in the nude. Dicks out. Even the wrestlers who were, of course, covered in oil too.

There's the pankration, if you're feeling sadistic - pretty much no holds barred, people definitely died doing this one. I'm not sure that Dream has the physique of a wrestler, but I can absolutely imagine him being ruthless and pulling some really dirty tricks. Maybe Hob assumes that this skinny guy couldn't possibly hurt him... and then gets the shock of his life when Dream manages to break all his fingers.

Or how about chariot racing? Hob is the athlete, but Dream actually owns the chariot and horses. At this time the owner of the chariot would actually get all the glory (despite the fact that they didn't just risk their lives in front of thousands of people). But Dream pulls Hob up to receive the honours alongside him after a big win. And maybe he gives Hob some honours of his own when they're alone later. It may not be a laurel wreath, but Hob finds Dream’s mouth around his dick very rewarding indeed...

[horanghater]

Who Wants to be a Dumbass?

Summary: Seungkwan wins the olympic gold medal in overthinking in under an hour and Jeonghan wins some money on the side.

▸ Pairing: Seungkwan x AFAB!reader

▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+, humor, f2? Minors / Ageless accounts DO NOT INTERACT. You will be blocked.

▸ Warnings: suggestive dialogue

▸ Word Count: 961

▸ A/N: More for KBCS’s Bon Voyage Bingo event! Prompt: Sunscreen (yes again but different lol) Kisses for @shuadotcom my forever-beta!

Seungkwan has been pacing for the last 20 minutes trying to make sense of this, but the longer he thinks the more he works himself up. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. He spies his phone light up on the coffee table in his periphery, reminding him of the unread message waiting for him. Really deep breath in, ok? 

Finally, he grabs the device, bracing himself as he reads over the preview of your texts.

Y/N💐: i wanna go to the pool tomorrow, but… 11:23pm Y/N💐: Attachment: 1 Image 11:25pm Y/N💐: Kwannie :( 11:35pm

The attachment is dangerous. When he saw the preview come in 20 minutes ago, he glimpsed your bottom lip, quirked up just slightly. And from what else he could see in the minimized image, it also included your chin, neck, and the suspiciously bare expanse of the top of your chest. You’ve sent Seungkwan plenty of selfies, but something was different about this - he just knew it. But different how? What would he see when he actually opened his messages and saw the photo in its entirety? What if you sent something by accident? What if…what if you sent something on purpose? Seungkwan lives a moderately stressful life, but this is definitely the most stressed he’s ever been. The thought of seeing his crush - seeing what he’s pretty sure could be the love of his life, actually - indecently shoots equal parts excitement and terror through his veins. It’s that excitement that pushes him to unlock pandora’s box.

He enters his password and holds his breath. Y/N💐: i wanna go to the pool tomorrow, but there’s no one to help me put my sunscreen on! will you help me? 11:23pm The image beneath the message is better than anything Seungkwan’s imagination could have conjured up. You’re smirking, chin up and confident. His eyes stroll down your neck, past your collarbones to your exposed upper chest, image cut off just at the top of your cleavage. White sunscreen is smeared everywhere - oh. Oh. It looks a lot like cum. Like Seungkwan's wettest dream that he has on a regular basis at this point. As if you’ve never applied anything to your skin in your life. As if your hands suddenly stopped working. As if you specifically wanted Seungkwan’s hands to do the work instead. 

When he eventually does remember how to breathe, he reaches out to a lifeline. In times such as these, it’s helpful to phone a friend. “It’s midnight, loser, what do you want?”

“Y/N sent me a bunch of stuff and I’m freaking out,” Seungkwan cries, numb to Jeonghan’s (typical) greeting.

Jeonghan sighs dramatically on the other line. “You’re always freaking out. What’d she say?” “She sent me a photo.”

There’s rustling and suddenly Jeonghan’s voice is so much clearer in the receiver. “What kind of photo?”

“Y-You know. Like, a photo.”

“Like, a photo-photo?”

Seungkwan is still reeling from the image of you in such a suggestive pose. “I guess? Maybe? I don’t know.” Shit, what if he’s blowing this out of proportion? What if he just saw what he wanted to see?

“What do you mean, ‘you don’t know’? Did she send nudes or what?”

“No!” Even though he was literally just imagining you naked, hearing anyone else talk about you like that makes Seungkwan almost offended on your behalf. “It’s just her chest and–”

“Tits count as nudes.” 

“It’s not her-” why is he whispering? - “boobs, it’s just, like, the top of them, you know?”

“I don’t know because I can’t see the pic and you’re being a bitch.”

Y/N💐: hey Seungkwan the read receipts are on i’m sorry can… 12:03am

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Jeonghan tries again, “Just try to describe it.”

“There’s, um, sunscreen? I think? All over the top of her chest. It looks kind of like… Her face isn’t even in it. But she said she’s going to the pool tomorrow and needs–”

“Yyyes!” Jeonghan claps. “I called it!”

“Pardon?”

“Shua and I were betting on who’d confess first. I was right, naturally.”

This guy.

Wait, is this a confession though? Seungkwan really needs to check his messages. What if he wasn’t supposed to look? No, that text was for someone else. Oh no. He shouldn’t have looked. He’s such a fucking creep. You’re never going to talk to him again. “Seungkwan!”

“Yeah? Sorry, man. What if she’s not into me like that?”

“Are you dumb?”

“Jeonghan, shut up. It’s just that - what if it was a butt dial?”

“Oh my god, you are dumb!”

“Look, I’m just–”

Y/N💐: Facetime Video

“Fuck, Han, she’s facetimeing me!”

Another clap from Jeonghan. A condescending sendoff wrapped with love. “Break a leg! Just tell her the truth!” The line clicks dead and Seungkwan is left staring at your incoming call with seconds left to pick up. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no rrreally deep breath in no no no no no exhale through the mouth no no no no no. “Y/N?”

“Seungkwan, listen, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just misinterpreted–”

“I-I’d love to rub sunscreen on your tits!” Seungkwan gasps loudly and covers his own mouth, mortified. What was that? Now he’s definitely a creep and this will be the fumble that haunts him to his grave. 

You’re not saying anything. Did you hang up? No, you’re still on, but you’re not saying anything. Phoning a friend right in such a critical moment was the absolute stupidest–

“Actually, there’s something else you could rub all over my tits if you want?”

“...Pardon?”

[joanpot98]

Thomas Crane had brought many medals home as an Olympic athlete over the last 2 summer games. He had wrestled from a young age and qualified for the games at age 18 and just 6'2" in height. However, shortly after qualifying Thomas began to experience a prolonged and extraordinary growth spurt. By the time he walked with his team for the opening ceremonies he had already outgrown and reordered his Olympic uniform twice and stood at 6’10”. During his gold medal wrestling match against competitor Ashton Carbora one of his singlet straps snapped shortly before Ashton tapped out, rendering his 3rd set of uniform garments useless. He was measured at 7’2” directly following the medal ceremony.

In the following 4 years leading up to his second Olympic games Thomas grew and GREW at a furious rate! It was common for Thomas to outgrow his wardrobe every 5-7 days in the months that followed the Olympics. Shockingly the pace of his growth continued to accelerate to the point where Thomas was outgrowing his pants and shirts each day. When Thomas surpassed 18 feet in height the federal government granted him immunity from public indecency laws so that he wasn’t burdened with increasing clothing costs. He now lives his daily life in the nude. Thomas Crane showed the world why he earned his last name. The average person needs to stand on a crane to Talk to Thomas Crane!

By the opening ceremonies of his second Olympic games. Thomas had grown to a staggering 100 feet tall. Due to his massive and ever-growing frame. Thomas decided to participate in more events in his second games. He won gold in various track events including the 100 Metre sprint which he one in only a few long strides! The judges were never able to locate Thomas’ Discus, Shotput, or Javelin as they travelled too far. He was awarded gold. Thomas won gold in rock climbing by default because the wall only came up to his knee. He was also awarded gold in wrestling. Gold in swimming as his body was longer than the pool. Gold in basketball and gold in Volleyball. Thomas claims that winning gold in basketball and volleyball were his greatest challenges as he had trouble fitting in the stadium building to participate in the matches.

This photo was taken recently with Thomas posing at his family home… the location where he first measured himself at 6’6” shortly after his growth spurt began. Thomas is now nearing 200 feet tall and shockingly is STILL GROWING!