↳ 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.
[Things were as back to normal as they could get. School was in session, people were dying, and training for lacrosse was back up and running. Which meant long sessions of getting his ass handed to him on the playing field by guys who seemed to get off on using him as a tackle dummy. Even Danny gave him a smug little smile when he checked him, though he stopped to offer a hand up.
Stiles was sore and achy when he limped into the locker room. It was going to take another few weeks of tenderizing for his body to get used to the punishment again.
He preferred to wait until most of the guys had finished with their showers before he went to take his. He wasn't insecure or anything, but he also knew that most of the players were twice his size and it was a little itty bitty emasculating to be in a line of naked bodies looking like he did in comparison.
When it seemed like everyone was mostly done, Stiles headed for the shower, surprised to see Isaac against the far wall. Then he swiveled to face his shower head, turning it on and doing the typical guys sharing a shower thing and ignoring his existence. It was easy when the hot water cascaded over him and started to ease out the aches. Oh yeah.]
[staying with derek as he did meant that he never really got a respite from the physical strain that often came from any kind of training - be it lacrosse or the alpha's attempt to "teach" him how to further handle himself.
(yes. the term teach is being used incredibly loosely here. because no matter how much he's managed to learn from the other, he still doesn't appreciate that whole unnecessary-breaking-of-his-arm thing.)
today's practice hadn't been too draining; he'd taken his fair share of hits, but with him now compared to what he had been as a human, it really was more like bugs smashing against a car's windshield when his teammates crashed into him. more often than not, they hot the ground with a rather satisfying thud, and despite always lending a hand to help them up he can't help but to be faintly pleased by the fact that he can handle this sort of thing better than previously.
he lingers in the shower, head ducked beneath the spray and letting the warm water cascade over the hard planes of his body, easing some of the tension along his shoulders and down his back as he rinsed the grit of salt and dirt from his skin.
he almost doesn't pay attention when stiles comes in after him, but - damned werewolf senses - he scents him before he actually hears him turn on the tap, casting a brief glance over his shoulder before facing the wall again.
how odd is it to make conversation during a shower? really?
maybe he'll just wait and see if stiles says anything. that seems like the better idea, here.]
I have no idea where this might go, but I wanted to try =)
[The rules of showering were the same as the rules of using the urinals. Don't look over. If you absolutely had to, don't stare. Never get caught staring at someone else's package, even if it warranted gawking. Avoid touching at all costs. Conversation should be kept to sports, cars, and anything that wouldn't make someone sport an accidental woody. (So no talking about your girlfriend/boyfriend while soaping yourself up, especially not 'the good parts')
He let himself just get soaked for a while before he reached for the liquid soap dispenser and started to lather himself up. He knew Isaac knew he was there; the awareness was like a prickling along the parts of him facing Isaac, like he was waiting for something to be thrown or to get hit. Not that he thought Isaac was especially violent towards him, but hey, werewolf. His survival instincts were on full alert.
So, to make it as unawkward as possible, he attempted small talk.]
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Stiles was sore and achy when he limped into the locker room. It was going to take another few weeks of tenderizing for his body to get used to the punishment again.
He preferred to wait until most of the guys had finished with their showers before he went to take his. He wasn't insecure or anything, but he also knew that most of the players were twice his size and it was a little itty bitty emasculating to be in a line of naked bodies looking like he did in comparison.
When it seemed like everyone was mostly done, Stiles headed for the shower, surprised to see Isaac against the far wall. Then he swiveled to face his shower head, turning it on and doing the typical guys sharing a shower thing and ignoring his existence. It was easy when the hot water cascaded over him and started to ease out the aches. Oh yeah.]
well this ought to be interesting.
(yes. the term teach is being used incredibly loosely here. because no matter how much he's managed to learn from the other, he still doesn't appreciate that whole unnecessary-breaking-of-his-arm thing.)
today's practice hadn't been too draining; he'd taken his fair share of hits, but with him now compared to what he had been as a human, it really was more like bugs smashing against a car's windshield when his teammates crashed into him. more often than not, they hot the ground with a rather satisfying thud, and despite always lending a hand to help them up he can't help but to be faintly pleased by the fact that he can handle this sort of thing better than previously.
he lingers in the shower, head ducked beneath the spray and letting the warm water cascade over the hard planes of his body, easing some of the tension along his shoulders and down his back as he rinsed the grit of salt and dirt from his skin.
he almost doesn't pay attention when stiles comes in after him, but - damned werewolf senses - he scents him before he actually hears him turn on the tap, casting a brief glance over his shoulder before facing the wall again.
how odd is it to make conversation during a shower? really?
maybe he'll just wait and see if stiles says anything. that seems like the better idea, here.]
I have no idea where this might go, but I wanted to try =)
He let himself just get soaked for a while before he reached for the liquid soap dispenser and started to lather himself up. He knew Isaac knew he was there; the awareness was like a prickling along the parts of him facing Isaac, like he was waiting for something to be thrown or to get hit. Not that he thought Isaac was especially violent towards him, but hey, werewolf. His survival instincts were on full alert.
So, to make it as unawkward as possible, he attempted small talk.]
... 'sup?
[Yes, that was his attempt.]