↳ Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header. ↳ Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose a bath type from the list below. ↳ Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Anything goes! ↳ Sex and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!
1. Bubble Bath ;
Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower ;
Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub ;
A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs ;
An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath ;
There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Aww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake ;
In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
[Derek could have waited until he'd gotten home, until he was back in his loft with his hot water and body wash and loofah and towels, but noooo. His royal Alphaness had to get the rotted goo off of him right now.
He wasn't going to admit it, but Stiles agreed. No way did he want to give him a ride smelling like that. It was worse than when he'd been shot with the wolfsbane bullet. It was like a dead skunk had sex with a dead possum and had dead little skossum babies that exploded all over the werewolf. No way was that getting in his jeep, piece of crap or not. He had standards.
So there he was, standing by the lakeside, turning to admire the view to avoid watching Derek strip to get in the lake.]
You may as well just keep your clothes on. I'm not lending you my pants and they're just going to be gross when you get out. You're also not sitting in my jeep naked. Not happening.
[he could have waited, yes. he knows good and well that it wouldn't have taken them very long to get back to the loft - but the idea of sitting in stiles' jeep while he was covered in god knows what the fuck that is just hadn't sit well with him.
and thus, the short side-trip to the lake. he couldn't do any worse, he thought, even if stiles stood behind him and suggested that he keep his clothes on.
stiles. that is not how you clean rotten goo out of your entire being. you have to take everything off, scrub down, and then work on getting the stains out of a shirt that you're pretty sure already had stains in it to begin with.
derek growled a bit in the back of his throat as he stripped off aforementioned shirt and tossed it at the back of the other's head just for the show of it. jeans, boots, boxers and socks drop in a heap next to the water's edge and he's all but sinking beneath the surface, hissing a bit between his teeth.
it's cold.] I had no intention of sitting in your Jeep naked. Not that it would have risked ruining the upholstery or anything.
[He feels the wet smack of the shirt as it hits him and, predictably, he freaks out.]
Oh my god! Why? Why would you even?
[He can smell the... whatever it is, feel it sticky in his hair and smeared over the back of his neck. He glares at Derek, picking up the shirt and tossing it at him.]
Sure, fine. Do whatever you want. Trust me, I'm going to have a ball watching you trying to get back in your jeans, wet or not. Have fun with that.
Asshole.
[The last is muttered as he goes down to the edge of the lake, dipping a hand in and trying to cup some water up to wash off the back of his neck and head. Jesus Christ, that's cold.]
[he can't help but to smirk as his throw hits its mark, and then he slides under the water's surface before the other has a chance to do something immeasurably stupid.
like splash him, or something equally juvenile.
he surfaces, wipes the residual droplets from his face before they have a chance to trickle down, quirking an eyebrow at where stiles is crouched at the edge.] You earned that. [he says it with a smile, like it's the most normal thing he could have ever said in the world.]
And I heard that. I will bite you. Scott isn't here to save your ass.
Let me say it louder for you: 'Asshole'. I don't need Scott to save my ass. I've done just fine so far on my own, thank you.
[Well, for the most part. How he'd managed not to get seriously mauled or broken was kind of a mystery, even to him. But somehow, he came through mostly unscathed. He was going to continue to use that luck and skate on by, including using it to give Derek the finger before going back to washing the gunk off him.]
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bakerstreet2013-06-17 10:38 am
6 (Adding another Stiles to your itinerary)
He wasn't going to admit it, but Stiles agreed. No way did he want to give him a ride smelling like that. It was worse than when he'd been shot with the wolfsbane bullet. It was like a dead skunk had sex with a dead possum and had dead little skossum babies that exploded all over the werewolf. No way was that getting in his jeep, piece of crap or not. He had standards.
So there he was, standing by the lakeside, turning to admire the view to avoid watching Derek strip to get in the lake.]
You may as well just keep your clothes on. I'm not lending you my pants and they're just going to be gross when you get out. You're also not sitting in my jeep naked. Not happening.
yes, all the stiles. bring it on.
and thus, the short side-trip to the lake. he couldn't do any worse, he thought, even if stiles stood behind him and suggested that he keep his clothes on.
stiles. that is not how you clean rotten goo out of your entire being. you have to take everything off, scrub down, and then work on getting the stains out of a shirt that you're pretty sure already had stains in it to begin with.
derek growled a bit in the back of his throat as he stripped off aforementioned shirt and tossed it at the back of the other's head just for the show of it. jeans, boots, boxers and socks drop in a heap next to the water's edge and he's all but sinking beneath the surface, hissing a bit between his teeth.
it's cold.] I had no intention of sitting in your Jeep naked. Not that it would have risked ruining the upholstery or anything.
/brings it
Oh my god! Why? Why would you even?
[He can smell the... whatever it is, feel it sticky in his hair and smeared over the back of his neck. He glares at Derek, picking up the shirt and tossing it at him.]
Sure, fine. Do whatever you want. Trust me, I'm going to have a ball watching you trying to get back in your jeans, wet or not. Have fun with that.
Asshole.
[The last is muttered as he goes down to the edge of the lake, dipping a hand in and trying to cup some water up to wash off the back of his neck and head. Jesus Christ, that's cold.]
yes good.
like splash him, or something equally juvenile.
he surfaces, wipes the residual droplets from his face before they have a chance to trickle down, quirking an eyebrow at where stiles is crouched at the edge.] You earned that. [he says it with a smile, like it's the most normal thing he could have ever said in the world.]
And I heard that. I will bite you. Scott isn't here to save your ass.
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[Well, for the most part. How he'd managed not to get seriously mauled or broken was kind of a mystery, even to him. But somehow, he came through mostly unscathed. He was going to continue to use that luck and skate on by, including using it to give Derek the finger before going back to washing the gunk off him.]