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oathkeeperoxas · 2 months

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wip wednesday

getting back into the groove of more icemav now that I'm back from my holiday 😤 anyway here's some icemav skinny dipping together 💖

“Mav,” Ice says, mouth dry.

“It’s a dark night,” Mav says, tilting his head up. “Moon’s not out yet. No one’s going to see.”

It’s true; Ice can barely see Mav, and he’s fifteen paces away and looking for him. His body is a study in shadows, and Mav turns so that Ice can see all of him that’s possible in this light, before he retrieves the bottle of vodka and takes a gulp of it.

“Mav,” Ice says again as he reaches him. Mav holds the bottle out; Ice takes it and has a swig for solidarity.

“You’re wearing your swimmers,” Mav says. “You don’t need to strip. If you don’t want to.”

The water is calm, washing up on the shore slowly. The sand continues here until the water is deep enough that you can’t stand up in it, and Mav wades out fearlessly, unstoppable. Ice takes another drink from the bottle to steady himself, and then follows Mav down to the water, leaving his clothes in a pile next to Mav’s.

It’s cold; he wades up to his knees and then watches Mav fucking around in the water as the waves soak his skin. Mav’s just behind where the waves start rolling in – if he can even call them waves. You’d never surf at this beach – and is splashing, then floating, looking up at the stars. Ice keeps his eyes fixed on him. All of this could almost be routine, except for the fact that he’s here.

Mav rights himself and then comes back to Ice, dripping water. He’s serious, unsmiling, as Ice folds him into his arms despite being wet and cold. Ice isn’t wearing anything; it’s fine.

“Good to be home,” Mav says quietly into his chest. “Good to see Carole and Slider and the kid.”

“And me?” Ice asks, loneliness rising to snap at him.

“And you,” Mav agrees. He slides his arms up around Ice’s neck. Ice leans down to kiss him, and Mav moves their lips against each other slowly, their bodies warming each other where they touch. Mav’s lips are cold. Ice resolves to do something about that.

“How are you?” Ice asks, desperately. “I mean it, Mav.”

Mav sighs. “Happy to be home,” he says again. “It was fine, Ice. I mean, it fucking sucked, but I’m fine. I promise. It didn’t fuck me up. Not like–”

He buries his head in Ice’s shoulder. Ice grips him close, not needing him to finish the sentence.

“And you didn’t get hurt?” Ice asks.

“No. Worst thing was a bellyache from all their crap food,” Mav says.

Ice swallows. “I want you to tell me all about it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mav says, looking resigned. “Not tonight though, yeah?”

“Not tonight,” Ice says. “When you want to.”

“Never, then.”

“Mav…”

Mav huffs. “Okay. Next week or something then, at least.”

“Okay,” Ice agrees. That’s an easy promise to accept.

Mav tugs him out deeper into the water. Ice takes a step and then resists going any further.

“It’s cold, Mav,” he says.

“I want to go swimming with you,” Mav says. “You know how many times I thought about that?”

And, well. He can’t say no to that.

Ice lets Mav tug him out deeper, until they’re both swimming in the dark. He can feel the warmth of the vodka in his stomach, but it’s hardly enough. He tries for a bit to do some serious swimming just to warm himself up, and finds Mav cutting through the water, chasing after him. They go back and forth for a while, sticking close to the house and not too far from the shore, until Ice gets tired and goes back in until he can stand again in the water. Mav follows without protest, and clings to Ice when he stops.

“We can’t go a little further in?” he complains.

Ice laughs. “Too deep for you?”

“I’m not that much shorter than you are,” Mav groans, but then stops when Ice gathers him in his arms and kisses him. If it weren’t so cold, being pressed naked against Mav would have been the end of him; as it is, he’s clutching Mav close, slotting their mouths together, feeling the imprint of his body where they touch.

“Mav,” Ice whispers, and now it’s Mav groaning against his mouth.

“Okay, out, out.”

Ice attempts to shake the sand off, but his efforts are rendered useless when Mav drags him down next to their clothes and the vodka. Ice sighs as they’re both covered, but Mav is laying down and pulling Ice down on top of him, so he stops thinking about that. They’re wet and cold and sandy, and Mav takes another long pull from the bottle, offers it to Ice. Ice is used to drinking vodka straight, but Mav has never really liked it.

“Got a taste for this while you were gone?” he asks, not bothering to cap the bottle again. More interested in licking Mav’s salt covered skin.

“Yeah,” Mav grunts, running his hands up Ice’s back. “Tastes like you.”

Ice has to kiss him again. They’re in their mid thirties, tipsy, naked on the beach, and he doesn’t care. Mav offers him more alcohol between kisses that are turning hot. Ice is warmed up again, even in the cool night, and his legs are splayed wide over Mav’s hips. He can’t hide what he wants, and he doesn’t want to.

“Mav,” Ice grunts. “Mav, let’s go inside.”

Mav laughs. “Still want a bed, Kazansky?”

“I’m not twenty,” he groans as Mav fondles his ass, squeezing firmly to bring them close together, grinding up against each other. “And there’s sand. Everywhere.”

“It’s a bit rough,” Mav agrees. “Okay, okay.”

He takes the bottle, and Ice gathers up their clothes. There’s a bathroom downstairs next to the laundry, put there for occasions exactly like this; coming into the house after swimming in the ocean. Ice puts their clothes in a hamper, Mav abandons the vodka on top of the washing machine, and they go into the shower together.

God, there really is sand everywhere – Ice scrubs it out of every crevice, washing his hair, soaping up a few times for good measure, and yet he’s still sure he’s missed some. It’s better than it was. Mav is utilitarian, gets out first which allows Ice the space to pick sand out from between his toes. Okay. Ice dries himself off in a hurry, but Mav is already gone, headed upstairs, hasn’t put any clothes on. Okay.

Ice follows him, heart in his throat, naked and warm and willing. Mav is standing by the window in their bedroom, looking out over the ocean as the moon starts to rise on the horizon. Ice can only see half his face, and even then it’s cast in shadows. He goes to turn the bedside lamp on, only for Mav to softly whisper, “Don’t.”

“Why?” Ice asks.

“Let’s just hold each other. I want to feel you.”

#icemav #wip wednesday #my writing #they're in love is the thing #this is post bosnia - they're very happy to be together again

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avoxrising · 8 months

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Miss Nectarine ~ Johanna Mason x Femme Reader

Warnings: Homphobia

This is a hunger games one shot based on the song Miss Nectarine by Ashnikko. Enjoy :)

It started when we were 14. District 7 was unbearably hot in August so you and your best friend Johanna decided to go down to the lake and swim. The specific lake you went to was small and somewhat out of the way of most people in your district, so you two often opted to swim sans clothing as you couldn’t afford bathing suits and wearing wet jeans sucked.

“Earth to y/n,” Johanna states, snapping you out of your trance. You definitely weren’t staring at her…

“What?” you ask.

“We should get going,” Johanna says as she wades towards shore to put back on her clothes. “The mill will be closing for the day soon and I don’t want the creepy old lumberjack men coming over to our lake to stare at us.”

“Fine,” you relent as you exit the water and put on your clothes as well.

“Tomorrow meet me at the lumber yard by my house at dawn,” you tell her. This was your favorite place to meet up besides the lake. She agrees and you depart for your house.

Your parents were less than enthused about your friendship with Johanna. Many townsfolk had seen you two skinny dipping and no matter how many times both of you had told your parents you were just friends, the neighbors still gossiped.

Being gay in District 7 was seen as a big no no. The people in the district were weirdly spiritual, believing that if you were gay you would go to a bad place in the afterlife. Neither you nor Johanna believed any of it but it was hard to avoid hearing it.

You actually met Johanna at a spiritual service your parents took you to for the autumn festival a few years ago. Johanna was the only other girl your age who didn’t seem to be into the lessons either. And she was undeniably attractive.

“Were you out with Johanna again?” your mother asks as you arrive home, noticing your wet hair.

“Yea uh we just went swimming,” you reply. “It’s hot.”

“Y/n what did I tell you about going swimming with Johanna?” your mother scolds you. “People are going to think you’re a homosexual and burn you at the stake.”

You quickly head to your room, realizing that what your mother said was correct even if it wasn’t fair.

Meeting up with Johanna in the mornings before school was always your favorite time of day. The lumber yard by your house sat on a hill that was perfect for watching the sunrise over the forest. The two of you often used this time to laugh about the people at school or talk about the latest neighborhood gossip.

“Omg y/n I met the cutest guy on my walk home yesterday!” Johanna gushes to you.

“Oh uh what’s his name?” you ask.

“His name is Jack and he’s in the grade above us. The super cute guy with the brown spiked hair,” she replies.

“I think I’ve seen him,” you shrug.

“He wants to hang out after school today and I’m so nervous,” Johanna exclaims. “What if he wants to kiss me?”

“Then you kiss him,” you state.

“But I don’t know how to kiss people,” Johanna sighs, seemingly frustrated with herself.

After a moment of silence, Johanna suddenly blurts out, “Can we practice? Kissing I mean. I want to know what I’m doing when Jack kisses me.”

Stupidly agreeing, you proceed to kiss Johanna, the girl you have had a crush on for 2 years, and a girl who would never love you back. Kissing her was even better than you had pictured it, but she was the most boy crazy person you knew. No matter what there would always be boys that would be her first choice over you.

Your routine of practicing kissing with Johanna continues up until you’re 16. You claim it’s so you can “get really good at it” but really you just want to kiss her. In those moments you can close your eyes and pretend she’s really yours.

Meetups now involve liquor and short shorts as you continue riding the fuzzy line between friends and more than friends. It was never more than kissing, and never more than platonic on her end, but you wish it was something real.

This dream shatters when her mother catches you two kissing at the lumber yard one morning. Johanna had forgotten her lunch at home so her mother had gone to your house in an attempt to find her, and your mother pointed her in the direction of the lumber yard. Her mother flew into a rage, more over the kissing than the alcohol, and dragged Johanna by her hair back to her house, screaming at her the whole way.

You immediately followed and tried to apologize. Saying how it was all your idea and Johanna had nothing to do with it. Tears streamed down your face as you realized what Johanna’s parents would do to her. No matter how much you tried to take the blame for what happened, you both were now painted as “sexual deviants”. Maybe if you attended more spiritual events with your mother this feeling inside of you would go away, and you would be seen as normal. Maybe you could “fix” yourself in the eyes of your community.

You didn’t see Johanna for almost a year after that date. Her parents sent her off to a camp for troubled youth and your parents grounded you and kept you in the house. Every single day you wished you could go back and undo it all; save Johanna from the punishments she’s enduring. It’s not fair. Maybe one day you’ll live in a district where you could love anyone you wanted to, but not now and not here in 7.

The next time you saw Johanna was at the reaping ceremony. Her hair was longer and her body seemed strong. The camp she had attended was known for working the kids in the forests so her muscles had grown. She seemed angry and dejected, as if she was still being punished for what happened. You wanted more than anything to go stand next to her but her mother would have your head if she caught you.

After that day you realized that you could never have Johanna. Your boy crazy best friend was shipped off to the games and came back a victor. She moved to the other side of the district and now had her choice of any boy she wanted. You would always be the second choice.

She was your Miss Nectarine, and you were the girl who ruined her life.

#hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games angst #the hunger games fanfiction #ashnikko #johanna mason #Johanna x reader #Johanna x y/n #hunger games x reader #district 7 #femme reader

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maladaptive-day-dreams · 11 months

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Happy Birthday

ronance x reader, smut, 3.7k words

for my dear Vix’s birthday <3 (this is a belated birthday now bc i write so fucking slow but it still counts bc i started it on their birthday so)

milf!nancy & older!neighbor!robin x nanny!reader

nanny as in an in-house caretaker for the kids, established relationship with nance, voyerism/mention of voyerism, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral (f-receiving obvs), strap-on, blowjob of a strap (ig Eiffel tower moment technically), multiple orgasms, idk what it’s called but a fuck pile is what I’m calling it, overuse of good girl & baby (if that’s possible)

this is gonna be f i l t h y you have been warned

You’ve been Nancy’s nanny for months now. And you’ve also been intimate with her for months now.

When you first started, it was lingering glances and shared glasses of wine once the kids were in bed.

Then it became soft touches. Her hand grazing your arm. Hands on your waist so she can pass behind you as you cook for her. Shoulder massages to keep you to herself for longer once the kids are asleep.

And then, it was an invitation for a day at her pool with her when the kids were with their father your second weekend. It was the two of you in skimpy bikinis. Taking your time to put sunscreen on each other’s shoulders and backs.

It was too much sangria and drunken shallow end swimming. And you sitting on the steps with her standing in front of you. Her leaning down to capture your lips in an innocent kiss. And you chasing her lips when she pulls away. It was her moving to sit on your lap where you sat on the stairs, her hands finding home on your cheeks and pulling you towards her mouth as she deepened the kiss. It was hot, open mouths and warm wet tongues as you explored each others mouths.

It was her arms reaching around your back to untie your swimsuit, and then her undoing her own. It was goosebumps and taught nipples and wet breasts and heavy breaths as your hands and mouth explored her body. And it was her pulling your mouth away from her nipple so she could get up and extend a hand to you.

It was her leading you towards a lounge chair and pushing you down to lie on it. Her hands moving to your swim bottoms and a breathy “can i?” And it was a nod of yes from you that had her pulling down your bottoms and running her hands back up your legs. Her hands opening your legs and baring your cunt to her and the air and the sun. Her fingers running up your slit and a soft and sweet “you’re so wet baby” as she started to circle your clit with her finger.

You’re string of “fuck,” “yes,” “nance, and “please” pushed her on, until you felt the loss of her fingers. You whined, only to look down and see her brown hair between your thighs as she licked a stripe up your cunt. It was your hands bolting to her hair and pulling her closer to your pussy as she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked and lapped at it, and then it was her fingers pushing into you and finding a rhythm with her licking that had you biting your lip as you came.

And then one pool day became the weekend and sharing her bed and making her feel good and her making you feel good.

And then it became more frequent touches, and secret kisses when the kids weren’t looking. It became midnight skinny dipping and ending with your feet in the water and back on the hard concrete as she eats you out from where she wades in the pool. And you biting into pillows to keep quiet as Nancy pounds into you with her strap from behind. It was her fingers in your cunt as soon as you stepped into your room after tucking the kids in.

And that became your normal. You were Nancy’s and she was yours. You two were unofficially official, but kept it secret from the kids.

***

Today is your birthday. You get home from grocery shopping and call out for the kids so they can help you make cookies but they don’t come when you call. Instead, Nancy finds her way to the kitchen and silently watches you (your ass more like it) as you put stuff away in the fridge.

“Happy birthday baby,” she says.

“Jesus Nance!” you say startled, your hand flying to your now racing heart.

“Sorry! Sorry!” she laughs moving around the kitchen island to grab your empty ands and pull you into her for a kiss.

“Happy happy birthday my love,” she smiles into the kiss. “I got you a present.”

“All I want or need is you Nance,” you smile at her as she pulls away. “Where are the kids?”

“That’s half of the present, no working tonight.” She helps you put the rest of the groceries away before taking your hand and bringing you to the couch. The two of you sit down and you lean in to kiss her but she stops you and you whine.

“Please?”

“Ah ah ah, your other half of the present should be here any second.”

At that moment, there’s a knock at the door.

“Go ahead and open the door baby,” she smiles.

You leave her on the couch and go open the front door to see her neighbor, Robin.

“Hi Y/N, happy birthday,” the woman says.

“Hi?” you half say, half ask turning to look at Nancy.

“C’mon in Robin, Y/N close the door behind her?”

You do as Nancy asks as Robin makes her way to the other side of the couch. Following slightly behind her you stay standing by Nancy’s side of the couch.

Nancy takes hold of your hand and pulls you into her lap, “you remember meeting Robin at the 4th of July barbecue right?”

You nod a yes, your eyes meeting those of the girl in question. “And we say hello whenever I’m weeding the garden.”

“That we do,” Robin says with a beautiful smile.

Nancy’s hands wrap around your waist and play with the button on your pants, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, but your hand shoots down and grabs hers to stop her.

“Nance,” you pause, your breathing getting shallower.

“It’s okay baby, this is your birthday present. Remember our conversation last week?”

You recall mentioning how pretty Robin is, and then Nancy fucked you silly and brought it up again asking “wanna get played with by me and Robin? Wanna get fucked in both holes? Want Robin’s fingers in your pussy? Yeah? You want that, huh?” as she pounded into you with her strap.

“Oh,” is all you respond with, but you slowly move your hand off of hers at the end of your zipper.

“That’s my girl,” Nancy says in your ear before placing a sweet kiss to your neck.

Her hand starts moving again, finding its way under your panties. You moan but bite your tongue as her fingers caress your pussy lips. Her fingers dip into your slit, feeling how wet you are for her and dragging your arousal up to your clit where she starts to rub and pinch at your engorged bud.

“Let us hear you, baby,” Nancy asks.

You stop biting your lip, your mouth dropping open in a stream of gasps and groans as Nancy plays with your cunt.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she Robin?”

You open your eyes and see Robin’s sight concentrated on Nancy’s hand in your pants.

“Her sounds are pretty,” Robin agrees. “But I want to see her.”

“We can do that, you want to show off to Robin baby? Wanna let her see how wet you are? She can hear it but she wants to see it?”

“Yes, please,” you answer. Nancy pulls her hand from you and you whine at the loss but moan when Nancy holds out her fingers covered in your arousal towards Robin who leans in and eagerly sucks them into her mouth. She groans at your taste and scoots closer to you and Nancy, her hands moving to your hips in a question.

You nod and Robin pulls both your jeans and panties off, her hands caressing your bare calves as she scoots ever closer and watches as Nancy’s hand finds its way back to your wet cunt. Robin’s watching as Nancy’s fingers enter you, the loud squelch of your pussy around her digits cause Robins mouth to open in a silent “oh.”

Robin’s hands leave your calves and move to her own clothed cunt. She strokes herself over her shorts before saying “fuck it” and putting them in her own shorts and touching herself to the sight of Nancy finger fucking you.

Nancy’s fingers continue to move in and out of you, reaching all the right places and making your legs start to quiver.

“Wanna–oh ah–wanna see you Rob,” you moan.

You don’t have to say it twice, she pauses her movements and shimmies her shorts down, baring herself to you and Nancy. She goes back to her ministrations, getting herself to the edge while Nancy keeps pushing you closer and closer to climax.

“My good girl,” Nancy says, punctuating every word with a kiss to your neck. “Doing perfect for me and Robin.”

You grab her unoccupied and and squeeze it.

“You close?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you whine, eyes closed. The mixed noises of yours and Robins wet cunts, Robin’s heavy breaths and Nancy’s sweet praise in your ear are enough to push you over the edge and you cum around Nancy’s fingers with a moan. You open your eyes, slightly spent, and see Robin still masturbating in front of you. You shift slowly, body a bit spent from the strength of your orgasm, and move off of Nancy’s lap. Nancy, gets up and disappears into the house as you watch Robin’s fingers fuck into her.

“Can I help?” you ask her, leaning down to get closer to her cunt.

“Yes, Y/N, please.”

Robin lays back as you shift onto your stomach, your face inches from her beautiful, wet cunt. Your hot breath causes Robins back to arch off the cushion, and she bucks her hips towards you, begging for your mouth.

You place a soft kiss on her mound, your tongue finding her clit and circling it. You alternate licking and sucking on her bud, eliciting the most melodious of sounds from the woman’s lips, before moving down and licking into her. She lets out a loud moan and you feel Nancy’s hand rubbing your back as you continue to fuck Robin with your tongue.

“Look at you, baby, making Ms. Robin feel so good.”

You moan out a reply and it shoots vibrations through Robin’s body, pulling her climax from her. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she cums on your mouth, your tongue taking everything she’ll give. Her legs shake around your head as she rides out her high on your tongue.

Nancy pulls you up from Robins spent cunt and kisses you fervently, the need to taste Robin on your lips severe. She licks into your mouth, groaning at the taste of another woman’s cum on your tongue.

“God, she tastes so good,” Nancy says, pulling away from you.

Robin moves to sit up, “Y/N is even better than you said Nancy, better than I saw too.”

“Better than she saw?” you ask looking between the two women.

“Robin,” Nancy pauses. “Our relationship is unique, Y/N. She likes to watch when I hook up with people and hear about them when we fuck somewhere she can’t see. We tend get off together when I recount my escapades, that or I help her get off as I tell her what I did. Usually it’s only ever one time things but with you, it was different–it is different. It’s consistent.”

“We were going to tell you last week but then Nancy mentioned that you two had talked about me and we decided this would be better.”

“Are you okay with that? Are you okay with this? With us?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Yeah?” Robin smiles.

You nod, hiding your face in Nancy’s chest.

“Awe, our girl is shy about how much she wants us,” Nancy teases.

“Don’t tease,” Robin laughs. “It’s Y/Ns birthday, she should pick what we do.”

“Well, she had mentioned wanting to be fucked in both holes,” Nancy says. “Do you still want that, baby?”

“Yes please,” you beg. “But I wanna see you, all of you. Both of you.”

“As the Birthday girl requests,” Robin smiles and the two of them strip themselves of the rest of their clothing. You do the same, shedding yourself of your top and bra before sitting on the couch and watching the two women in front of you as they bare themselves to you in full.

“When you were having your fill of our guest, I went upstairs to grab our toys for the night,” Nancy says pulling out two strap-ons from the bag she placed on the floor by the couch. One was slightly thicker, while the other was longer and curved, both of which you knew well from nights with Nancy. Robin and Nancy take a strap each and put them on, turning to face you. Robin has the pink, curved dildo while Nancy has her favorite thick, purple one. “Who do you want where baby?”

“I want,” you pause. “I want Robin to fuck my pussy while I suck you off.”

Robin smiles and sits on the couch beside you. “On your knees then, Y/N, lean over the arm rest for Nancy ok?”

You do as you’re asked, getting on your knees on the couch and then leaning over the arm rest of the couch and coming face to face with Nancy’s strap. You look up at your girlfriend and lick the tip of her cock before taking it into your mouth.

“So eager,” Nancy smiles down at you, a hand caressing your cheek.

Robin laughs and situates herself behind you, her hand coming to cup your cunt and you jolt forward, taking more of Nancy;s cock into your mouth with a moan. She delves two fingers into your cunt, coating them in the remnants of your arousal and cum and then removing them and stroking her strap to get it wet for you. You throw your hips back to chase her fingers but instead are met with her silicone cock as it slips into your cunt. You groan at the fullness of being taken in both holes.

Robin stays put as she slowly moves in you, while you bob your head on Nancy’s strap. When Robin bottoms out, you gag on Nancy’s cock and pull off to breathe.

“Taking my cock like such a good girl,” the girl says from behind you.

“Fuck, yes, Robin,” you moan as she starts to move in and out of you at a slow pace. “Faster, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Robin grabs your hips and starts pulling you back onto her and thrusting into you, hitting harder, faster and deeper. The curve of her strap catching on your g-spot with every drag of her cock in and out of your cunt.

“C’mon, open wide baby,” Nancy says, grabbing your attention from the pleasure rising in your stomach. She taps the tip of her strap on your lips as she says this, and you open your mouth to her to be used.

Nancy takes hold of the back of your head and starts fucking your mouth at a pace as close to Robin’s as possible.Your eyes roll back in your head from pleasure as the two women abuse your holes. While she can’t feel it Nancy can hear when you moan around her cock, but only slightly above the squelching sound of your full, wet cunt.

“She’s close, Rob.”

“Yeah? Our good girl likes being used like a fuck toy huh?”

You groan and push your hips back into her as your answer. One of Robin’s hands moves from your hip around your waist and down, her fingers catching your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud. A few more deep thrusts into your cunt and circles of your clit and the coil in your belly tightens to a snapping point as you choke a scream on Nancy’s cock and cum around Robins.

Your body is shaking as you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Nancy pulls her strap from your mouth and Robin pulls you with her when she moves to sit back, her strap still buried in you.

You’re breathing is heavy and labored as you sit in Robins lap. “You did so good baby,” she coos in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

Robin turns you to face her and finally kisses you on the lips for the first time tonight. Her lips are soft, her mouth warm and wet and addictive as you continue to kiss her. She lets go of your cheek and slowly lifts you from her cock. You whimper at the loss but contentedly shift to the empty side of the couch while Nancy moves towards where Robin sits. Your girlfriend drops to her knees before her neighbor and takes Robin’s cock into her mouth, bobbing and sucking and licking until there’s no more of your release left on it.

“God, baby, you taste so good.”

“Nance,” Robin sighs. “You haven’t gotten off yet tonight.”

“Tonight is about my girl,” she smiles at you.

“I want you to feel good, Nance,” you say looking fondly at her. “Robin will you make her feel good?”

“I’d love to,” she says, looking at your girlfriend with love.

Robin holds out her hand to Nancy who takes it softly and climbs on top of Robins lap and strap. She moans as she sinks down onto the pink dildo while holding on to Robin’s shoulders. Robin’s hands move to Nancy’s hips and you watch as she helps your girl move up and down on her cock. You didn’t think you could get more aroused but you do as you watch Nancy ride Robin. Nancy looks at you and holds her hand out, you grasp it and move towards the couple. You watch as Robin pulls Nancy in for a hot kiss, all teeth and tongue and wanting, and then Nancy pulls away and Robin pulls you in to her.

The kiss is heady and needy and so intoxicating. But she pulls away and Nancy pulls you in to her. You’re making out with your girlfriend while she rides another woman’s cock and you couldn’t be more turned on. Nancy gasps as Robin’s fingers find her clit and rubs slow circles around it, drawing out a quick and powerful release. And you swallow Nancy’s moans as she cums around Robin’s cock.

You help Nancy off of Robin’s strap and ask, “can we move somewhere more comfortable?”

Nancy, in a haze, asks, “bedroom?”

You smile and take her hand and Robin’s and the three of you make your way to the bedroom. You drop their hands and crawl onto the bed, turning around to sit and face them.

“Nancy, I want you to fuck me.”

Your girlfriend smiles and starts to crawl towards you.

“Robin,” you pause. “I want you to fuck Nancy while she fucks me.”

Both women groan and Robin makes her way onto the bed, following Nancy.

“Lay down baby,” Nancy smiles, peppering a sweet kiss to your lips. You shift down and lay back, your head on the pillows. Nancy kisses you again and then kisses her way down your chest, kissing between your breasts and then on them, taking each nipple into her mouth worshiping your body. You squirm as she sits back and looks at you taking in your body before leaning over you and aligning her strap with your entrance. She pushes in slowly, reveling in the pleasure that spreads across your face as she does.

Once she’s buried to the hilt, Robin shifts in behind her. She kisses along Nancy’s back and gets her own strap aligned with Nancy. With Robin slowly sinking into her cunt, Nancy moans and her eyes close in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Robin, its so good, you’re so good.”

“God this is so hot,” Robin says. “Are you guys okay for me to move?”

“Yes,” Nancy moans.

“Please,” you chime in.

Robin starts a slow pace so Nancy can get used to the feeling before she starts to rut into you. As soon as Nancy begins to move in you, the three of you moan together at the wet sounds that reverberate in the room.

You try to wrap your legs around Nancy but instead she pushes your knees into your chest and bears her weight down on you as she starts to thrust into you harder. Robin matches Nancy’s movements and soon you and Nancy are moaning messes and Robin is surrounded by the most beautiful noises she’s ever heard.

Nancy kisses you deeply, and she can feel Robins lips on her back as she does. She whispers, “I love you, both of you,” before letting a hand trail down to your overstimulated clit. Robin does the same for Nancy, her hand running quick circles into your girls clit, and the two of you share a shuddered breath before you burst, Nancy cumming on Robin’s cock and you cumming and squirting on Nancy’s.

“Fuck, Nancy you didn’t say Y/N was a squirter,” Robin says as she feels the warm liquid soak both her and Nancy’s thighs.

“I’ve only ever gotten it from her once,” Nancy smiles. “After a lot more than three little orgasms.”

You blush and try to hide your face in the pillows. Robin pulls out of Nancy first and walks to the ensuite to start a shower while Nancy captures your lips in another heated kiss. You whine into her as she pulls out of you, with a soft “happy birthday.”

The three of you move from the bed to the shower, but Nancy and Robin have to help you get clean, that last orgasm taking a lot out of you. Once you’re finished you towel off, change and strip the sheets of the bed to put new ones on while Robin’s moans echo through the bathroom as Nancy makes sure she got the most out of your birthday too.

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27dragons · 2 months

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Sometimes I think I'm ready to get out there and date again. It's been more than 10 years since the Ex and I split up, and I'm a hopelessly incurable romantic and I miss intimacy.

But then I think, oh fuck, that means I'd have to actually FIND someone to date, which because I'm a fat woman over 50 years old is pretty damn hard to do and you end up wading through a LOT of fatphobic, ageist, misogynistic creeps in the meantime. (In theory it's slightly easier for me because I'm bisexual and most wlw aren't as hung up as most men about dating women who are young and skinny. But still.)

And then I think about the fact that I'm also demisexual and can take or leave sex most of the time. And the fact that I'm a massive introvert. And while I do miss intimacy and snuggling and kissing, I don't miss sharing my bedroom and bathroom and closet with someone else.

What the fuck would I even put on my dating profile?

Hopeless romantic and bookish introvert seeks partner for snuggling on the couch to watch movies, trying new restaurants, and occasional physical intimacy if that's important to you. Ideal partner has their own house or apartment and will go home at bedtime. Must be cool with my D&D group.

Yeah, that's going to catch a lot of fish.

Ug.

#my boring life #dating sucks #penciling 'living out my last days alone' on the calendar #oh fuck is 'maudlin' going back on my pms symptoms list? goddammit #pique queue

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hannahssimblr · 6 months

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Chapter Two

I think my back is getting burned. We’ve been lying out on the beach a while now, and it’s starting to feel too hot for me. With my cheek resting on my scratchy beach towel I ask Kelly to put some more suncream on me, and she squirts a cold blob of it onto the small of my back. I shudder. She tells me that she doesn’t mind getting burned, and that in a few days it will turn into a lovely golden tan so it’s worth it. Kelly’s got sallower skin than I have, so I don’t listen to her advice. I know I will burn.

Kelly tans so easily every summer. Every September when she comes back to school she’s always this beautiful golden colour, and with her dark hair and eyes she doesn’t even look Irish. She says that she thinks she’s related to the sailors from the Spanish Armada that were shipwrecked along the western coast in the 1580s. It’s a romantic notion I suppose, but the older I get the more people I meet who say exactly the same thing to explain their dark colouring. I’ve come to believe that it’s bullshit, not everybody with brown hair can be Iberian.

Claire and I wade into the sea later on, and the water is so clear and still that I can see the sand and tiny shells at the bottom. Little ribbons of seaweed slither past me as I slowly submerge my body. It’s so cold, but I quickly dunk my head in and get the worst part over with. I feel so much better then, the sweat and heat and sand have dissolved from my body. There’s nowhere I love to be more than in the sea. I wait all year until the summer rolls back around and I can swim for the first time, just to be peacefully submerged in it again, belonging to it.

I float on my back and look up at the clear blue sky. It’s like like stretched silk above me, seagulls circling serenely beneath it. With my ears dipping below the surface and I let the gentle waves caress my cheeks, hearing nothing but my own slow heartbeat and the gurgle of the water all around me. The ties of gravity fade to nothing, I’m just floating, gliding along on the surface with no fear of falling. I lift one foot up towards the sky above me, and the cheery coral of my nails looks pretty against the expanse of pale blue, and so I lie back and enjoy the colours until I can’t blissfully ignore the pallor of my leg any longer. I’m so white it’s startling. I wonder who my ancestors are. Pale, skinny, mousy. Definitely nothing to the Spanish Armada.

Claire’s talking nearby and I assume it’s to me, so I right myself and lift my head out of the water, but I see straight away that she isn’t. A young man has emerged from nowhere and he’s trying to speak to her. I assume she needs rescuing and I swim towards them.

“Oh and this is my friend Evie.” she tells him as I erupt out of the water next to them combatively.

The man barely glances at me and says an impersonal hello. Up close I can see he’s less the slime monster that I assumed, and actually quite good looking. He’s got dark cropped hair and deeply tanned skin. He reaches up to push his wet fringe from his forehead, and I notice how muscular his arms and shoulders are. Hmph, I think protectively let’s see what he has to say. I don’t move. I stand next to my friend with arms crossed over my chest, fully aware that I look like a drowned rat with my hair matted to my scalp and in comparison she looks like an angel fallen from heaven.

“And Evie, this is Flavio.” Claire smiles at him, and I wave hello awkwardly. “Actually you can call me Evelyn.” I say to him, but I doubt he even hears me. I have a theory that men have selective blindness and deafness when they’re around women they find unattractive, and Flavio is case and point. He continues his conversation with my friend as though I never arrived.

“We are staying by the beach.” He says to her, gesturing towards the string of holiday homes on the south end of the strand. His accent is thick Italian. “So if you would like, you can come tonight to my house to spend some time.” I’m staring at him unblinking as he says this. How old is he? I swear I can see crows’ feet around his eyes.

“Well, I’ll have to ask my friends first.” She tells him. “But I think it could be fun.”

“I think we’re busy.” I say but Claire shrugs me off. “We’ll say it to Kelly and see what she thinks.” I stare at her incredulously. I am not going to hang out with a crowd of strange men tonight! The mere suggestion is outrageous to me. This is how girls end up on Unsolved Murders.

“If you come” Flavio says “I would be very happy. We will have some music, some drinks, I make a very delicious pasta…”

“I’d say you do.” She says and then he gives her the address of his house. I am beyond words as we wade out of the water after saying our goodbyes to him.

“Claire! What was all that about?”

“I think he seems really nice.” She says innocently. “He’s only visiting for a week, he has a few friends with him, and if they’re all as fine as he is then… no harm going along for a few hours is all I’m saying.”

“Yeah, how old are they though?”

“Ah, Evie, does it matter? We’re all adults, we can do what we like.” It’s not true. Kelly is the only one that’s eighteen. Granted, Claire’s birthday is coming up in August but I’ll be seventeen until next March. I know there’s no point in arguing. I’m aware that I already seem like I’m trying to ruin the fun, like I’m on a mission to make our holiday as boring as possible. I throw my hands up in defeat. “Well, it’s up to Kelly then. I can’t fight the two of you on it, but just so you know, I won’t be happy if I end up getting dragged to that dinner party tonight.”

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doodle-pops · 1 year

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A Moment of Peace

Elladan x reader

Request: Hello! Can I plop in a request for Elladan or Elrohir skinny dipping with reader? Fluffy and giggly - they can also be fully clothed, I just think either of them would be really fun to go swimming with! Please and thank you 🙏🏻🥰😇 - Anon

A/N: Coming right up, a fluff for cheeky Elladan :)

Warning: nudity, skinny dipping, fluff, humour

Word: 1.5k

Synopsis: A day off from work leads you to spend the day with your beloved, swimming around nude as you were born, enjoying the summer peace.

The sun rained its radiance upon the earth like thousands of diamonds, glittering like the pinnacle of gemstones it proved itself worth, illuminating the world with its brilliance. From the flowers in the meadow to the canopies of the forest to the rich soil of the earth after a blossoming rainfall to the surface of the lake where splashes of jovial laughter echoed. The song of birds, larks and robins, singing their lungs full of a merry tune and adding to the astonishing beauty the world was. In the distance, occasionally, a deer or two would pass by nibbling on the mulberries in their fruitful abundance along with a stag and their little offspring. The quiet trekking of their hooves across the forest floor was below the whisper of wind, and yet, your hearing could pick them up. Even the spirited squirrels that chased each other for nuts did not go unmissed.

A loud splash followed by a gasp broke the serenity you found in the woods. After a month off slaving away behind the fireside as one of the cooks under Lord Glorfindel, he was graciously kind to offer you the week off to recuperate. The first two days were spent under the quilts, nestled deeply and tucked away in wonderland, dreaming about a distant land far away. The third and fourth day was spent tidying up your house since you barely had time to have your life in order and the fifth day, today, was currently being spent drowning underwater by your elven beloved.

Though you prefer to say, playful drowning since he wanted to discover his response to a drowning you should the moment ever arise, however, the game didn’t last for long. Pouting when you no longer wished to continue the game, he decided to find another means of entertainment. Another splash to your left and you observed a bare-bottom Elladan taking a dive under the crystal clear lake to go fishing for flat stones, an obsession he grew to develop after you explained to him your once hobby. From your angle, you were able to clearly observe every nude part of his body freely moving with the push and pull of his strokes underwater. This boy really has no shame. Shaking your head at how peculiar his nudity request was today, perhaps it was to make you laugh with his dangling body parts.

It didn’t take long for him to resurface with four flat stones, each a different colour from the mineral content in the lake. “Look! This one matches your eye colour,” he gleamed, swimming closer and holding the stone closer to your eye to compare. He was right indeed. The stone bore the same glow and brightness that your eyes did and became illuminated when held under Anor. “This is my favourite; I’ll put them beside the other fifty I’ve collected that matched your eye colour,” he chirped.

Taking a short swim away from you to place the stones beside your clothes on the shore, you swam further out only to shriek at the sudden decrease in temperature. Your little sound didn’t go unnoticed by his ear and prompted him to wade into the water once again, approaching your side. “What’s the matter?” he questioned and inched his head closer to yours.

Grinning embarrassingly and shaking your hanging head, you wheezed at how silly you were to expect the entire lake to sit at one temperature. “Nothing really, it’s just that I wanted to swim out but over there is a lot colder than here,” you chuckled.

Wanting to humour and charm you, Elladan took it upon himself to wrap his warm arms around your waist and tug you closer to his wet chest. His naked body was pressed against yours and you felt every ripple of his steel muscles flexing when he tightened his grip around your waist. You felt bashful at the daring action as though you two have never been naked before the other on numerous occasions, though this was different. A different type of intimacy shared between you both radiated pure and playful love. It prompted a puppy-like form of affection to blossom.

On his face, he hid the growing blush that spread across his cheeks at the close contact with your naked body. Acting like some ellon who reached maturity, Elladan’s ears were also reddened. With the slight brush of your chest against his and his neither region poking the softness of your thigh, he bit his lip to resist the urge to giggle. He acted like it was the first time he was seeing and holding you naked; as if you didn’t regularly bathe together.

“Elladan…” you sang.

“Yes, my sweet little dove,” he sang to you.

Giggling in an attempt of replying, you buried your face into his neck and released peals of laughter. Something so simple from him could emit rounds of tummy-aching joy from a soft and calm person like yourself. You wished to respond to his singing with a melody of your own but were caught up in the rapture of feeling the eruption of bubbles and butterflies in your stomach at the usage of his endearment for you. He could be such a sweet and goofy person all at once and you adored it. Compared to many who bore the same individualities as he did, it was revered in your eyes differently than any other. He was beautiful in his own little enchanting way.

“Is the water still cold?” he inquired, breaking your thoughts of admiration.

Pulling your face out of his neck to quizzically observe him, you jerked your head back before breaking contact to view your surroundings. You were much further out than you originally were minutes ago. “You moved us?” you asked.

“Hmm, while you were busy giggling away, I pushed us out. So, is the water still cold?”

Answering with a shake of your head, he produced a cheerful grin, proud of his accomplishment. A little trick of his up his sleeves since he was the literal sun all through the year. The one time you couldn’t complain about him overheating and causing you to sweat like a pig.

“Told you that my superheating would come in handy,” he boasted.

Rolling your eyes at his inherited dramatic flare from his mother, as his father once described, you reached out to scoop a handful of water and dumped it on his head, hearing him gasp. Elladan didn’t hesitate for a second, pushing you out of his grasp to face the harsh coldness of the lake and reach for his scoop of water to dash all over you. Back and forth the two of you splashed each other, completely oblivious to the nudity you both wore in board daylight where a passer-by could observe. At one point, you started complaining about the unfairness of the other because that’s not a part of the rules.

“What do you mean I can’t over splash you? You’ve been drowning me with cold water!”

“Well, that’s the rules of the game.”

“You mean those ridiculous rules you and your brother would create to cheat?”

“That is not true – ah!”

Holding your hand at splashing him again, you froze when you noticed him holding his face, importantly, his eye. You felt panic surge through your veins at your day being ruined by a simple game and causing injuries. Wading through the water to reach his side, your smaller hands crawled up his arm to pry his hands away from his face for you to inspect the severity of the damage. It took a lot to make him cry since he tended to ramp with the scarier and tougher folks out in the wild. His whines informed you that it wasn’t pleasant.

Refusing to allow you to inspect his eye, you didn’t notice his freed arm reaching out to cup his hand in the water and spray it on you. Your reaction time was slow as the sequence took place. One minute you were whining over his injury and the next, you were gasping for breath as cold water soaked your bones and travelled up your nasal cavity. In the distance, you could hear his boisterous laughter growing distant as he swam away from you to avoid any form of punishment.

“Elladan!” you screamed.

“Aw, don’t be so upset dove. It’s all part of the game,” he spoke with smugness in his voice while he continued to keep his distance.

Wiping the water from your face and nose, you peeked through your hair strands and noticed he was paddling back to shore, leaving out in the coldness. “Just wait till I get my hands on you!”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first. Race you to the shore.”

“That’s no fair! You already have a head start!”

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f1nalboys · 1 year

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reading the house of wax script and it’s shockingly interesting :3 here r the little things i’ve noticed as i read it <3 here’s part 2

wade is 22, carly is 21, paige is 20, nick and dalton are 19, and blake is ‘early twenties.’

carly doesn’t have the job at the magazine yet but is hopeful. wade is Mean about it. the script says “with a slightly biting tone — wade: she doesn’t have the job yet”

wade has a muscle car and is all about it, he gets mad at carly for putting her feet on the dash ( “….placing her feet on the dash — immediately gets an annoyed look from wade — she knows better”)

wade is generally more antagonistic towards nick (not undeserved tbh) especially when it comes to his car. after hitting a buck, nick is drinking a beer but wade will not let him him the car with it and he chugs it and tosses it on the side of the road

paige calls dalton “cute in a dirty, skinny, sort of way” 🤭

paige was fully planning on marrying blake :,) his parents bought some land and were going to build him a house and paige was just waiting for him to pop the wuestion

carly and wade we’re having MAJOR issues with her taking the job at the magazine and it’s very evident in how they talk to one another and interact

carly and nicks relationship is also interesting. def still as angsty sibling rivalry that is in the movie but instead of stealing a car, nick had a party at their parents house and trashed it and was forced to go on the trip with them. carly is also VERY vocal about her dislike of nick and him coming (“i know you don’t want to be here but guess what — no one wants you here either. so — quit being such an asshole and for once, try to make the most of something”)

nick doesn’t want carly to leave :( she said “i hope to hell i get that job” (which is interesting because in the movie they confirm she got that internship) and he goes “that makes two of us” but immediately the script says “although he says it, we’re not sure he means it” :((

they party at their little campsite and they have paige give blake a shot from her tits LMFAO

vincent cuts the fanbelt <3 love my king

THE PIT

talking about the scene where lester slowly slides his hand across the mannequins (which btw. was sexy. moving on) and it says “touches it like it’s a relic — infatuated” heheh <3333

carly had a tank top under her shirt so there was no weirdo perv lester scene of him trying to see her put on nicks tank

nick does give carly his shirt regardless and she’s genuinely shocked and he’s like “i have another in the car” bc we all know he’s emotionally constipated

Ambrose is called Athelston

They’re not in Louisiana either </3

lester says “i was always warned to never pick up strangers, but you two seem okay”

THIS SCENEEEEEE

lester has so much dialogue we were robbed yall. i’m serious.

carly calls lester a freak of nature 👎👎

this <3

i love the description of the wax house and how it’s in disarray

The story is different from the movie. Their house burned down and their dad died in the fire and trudy killed herself after and the boys went to foster care.

sorry this is sooooo sexy of him

carly fights like HELL in this script yall! so does wade, but ESPECIALLY carly, she cuts bo’s hand with a hacksaw

there’s a cool scene where carly runs into the community pool and it’s completely abandoned but the noises were from a pair of speakers

bo being cunty

dalton and bo talking

they gave dalton a LOT more time in the movie in the script!!! bo bring him to the house of wax and leaves and he finds wade in the basement :0

paige’s fight with vincent takes place at an old mining town nearby which is such a cool setting yall, they fight in a ban and he kills her with a pitchfork

i’m:((((

#house of wax #b analyzes things

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freddysglove · 2 years

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rating slashers on how likely it is that i would survive them

includes: ghostface (billy + stu), freddy krueger, billy lenz, bubba sawyer, michael myers, norman bates, vincent and bo sinclair, brahms heelshire, chucky and tiffany, jason vorhees, and amanda young.

billy loomis - 7/10.

he’s unnerving, but also skinny and kinda ditzy. i think i could most likely trick him and get away.

stu macher - 10/10.

throw out a fucking banana peel and you’ll KO him.

both billy and stu - 3/10.

they have both height and strength over me so i couldn’t take them both at once :<

freddy krueger - 2/10 [in dream world].

would’ve been 1/10, but i’m adding one on the off chance that studying his movies for almost 14 years ups my survival.

freddy pt. 2 - 8/10 [irl].

i think he’d be pretty easy to dodge and escape without his powers. even in a fist fight i feel like i could probably take him. i have zero fighting experience.

billy lenz - 10/10.

i do not have an attic.

bubba sawyer - 4/10.

use the tactics stretch used and hope.

michael myers - 8/10.

i’d... just... run?...

norman bates - 5/10.

again, just an unnerving skinny dude. however he is incredibly unpredictable, sooo. yeah. half and half.

vincent sinclair - 3/10.

they are a scary mothafucka. wade’s ‘transformation’ is one of the only things in a horror film that actually made me genuinely uncomfortable (and slightly nauseous.) i’m afraid my only chance would be to smooch their nose :3

bo sinclair - 7/10.

he just kinda seems like he’d be easy to fool.

brahms heelshire - 9/10.

just rock the dude to sleep and walk out the house? LMAO

chucky - 6.5/10.

yes, he has the strength of a full grown man or whatever, but he’s like a foot tall. kick him across the room and lock him in a dog kennel.

tiffany valentine - 100/10.

she is my baby gowrl. we would get married on the spot. i will take no arguments.

jason vorhees - 8/10?

i didn’t pay too much attention to the original series to be completely fair, but from what i can see in freddy vs jason the dude just goes completely limp when he gets in contact with water??? just get a spray bottle or cry on him or something. idk.

amanda young - 2/10.

she’s sexy but terrifying. i don’t think she would show mercy to anyone.

#billy loomis #stu macher #freddy krueger #billy lenz #bubba sawyer #michael myers #norman bates #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #brahms heelshire #chucky #tiffany valentine #jason vorhees #amanda young #slashers #god i wish i had an attic

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wolfsclothing6 · 1 year

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His neighbor had an amazing pool. He knew because he would always spy on him. Sometimes he’d throw parties where lots of people would attend. Some hung out just dangling their feet in the pool, but many just waded and floated around in the water.

It seemed s little unusual they it was always all men, but that didn’t really matter much. The fact that they men were all big massive hair fellas was of note as well.

Finally, one particularly warm day he couldn’t take it any longer he snuck into his neighbors backyard for a quick skinny dip.

The water felt amazing. Refreshing. He probably should’ve also noted that the water made his skin tingle. He should’ve noticed as he packed on a few pounds. He should’ve noticed his body hair growing in.

But he didn’t… He was just to relaxed to care. When he finally got out of the water he grabbed a towel to begin drying off. He noticed his chest hair. He felt the breeze on his back and could occasionally feel the wind move his back hair.

His face felt bristlier because of the full beard they was now there. No longer was there the young nosy neighbor. Now stood a mature fatherly bear-like man.

He heard footfalls behind him and then a voice. He began to turn around, “I wondered when your curiosity would get the best of you. I can only imagine how much of that pool water is still ‘bear soup’. I know you saw the men at my party last night. I think they are going to like you. A sexy polar bear like yourself.”

He didn’t know what he pool owner was talking about until he held up his cell phone and showed him the video he’d taken. He watched himself as he swam and enjoyed the cool pool waters. Never noticing how his body was aging and changing.

He stood there, slack-jawed at what he saw.

“Don’t worry. I think you’re a sexy fucker. And I know a few of my friends will find you just their type,” he said moving his hand to grab his firm package. He was surprised that when his cock was grabbed that it was already beginning to stiffen. He moved in for a kiss and found himself kissing back.

The owner lead the neighbor by the hand into the house and to the bedroom.

#gay #male body swap #body swap #transformation #fat #male transformation #age progression #bear transformation #body switch #bodyswap #bear tf #daddy bear

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labyriinths · 9 months

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@cagedpotential there better be a life-or-death reason for you banging my door on my yearly "sleepless in seattle” rewatch. let me guess, one of those bimbos snatched your house keys after a session of skinny-dipping and now you can’t get home to dry up wade junior? / zoe to wade

He was feelin feverish. In and out of sleep all day. N' he probably downed more than the recommended daily intake of dayquil with crazy earl's suggestion of two shots of whiskey. But he felt his spirits lift up and his inhibitions more motivated than ever. Hell-- even walkin felt like he was floatin on the dirt. What a time to be alive. As he walked over to Zoe's, he gave a her a dopey smile. Only catching every other word she was saying but not fully digesting it. He surmised she was asking why he was there so all he responded was. "To spend time wit ya silly. Ain't that what two people in love with each other suppose to do?" he smiled, leaning in with full intention to kiss her.

#muse wade #cagedpotential #}know how sometimes i like to throw you a curveball?#here it is.

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wordpimp · 1 year

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Central limit theorem

Half of things work and half are on repeat like some playlist from 2003, 2004. What do those songs mean? Have we heard any new ones

Big skinny dip in the wading pool It sat in the grass and sand between houses I prefer a bed If it's righteous, like Van Gogh's room Tiny houses mean more to me all the time

Rows and rows of them Made out of Lincoln logs I talked to my hairdresser about this Will AI be able to replicate that I wonder Or has it already Tetris, e.g. Minecraft Cuts and nicks in time's stomach Zeus was a whore, the biggest yet

A bit of hair A slip of fabric Wasps in the car in the drive

I can't figure it out It was 80 degrees in the water and I didn't feel healed

#poetry

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opalimagines · 2 years

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Request: Can you do 🏊‍♀️ and 5 from the summer prompts with the Shade, please? The Shade wouldn’t go swimming normally but then the reader entices him when he realises the reader has stripped all their clothes and meant skinny dipping 😏

Character: Richard Swift (The Shade)

Requested by anonymous

Reader: Neutral

🏊‍♀️ Going night swimming/skinny dipping

5. "I was going to go for a swim, if you wanna tag along."

Finally, there had come a calm period in Blue Valley, and the first thing Richard did was take you away on an earned and desperately needed vacation. A week on a private beach, where you wouldn't have to worry about training the new JSA or fighting some villain. The only villain around was him, and the last thing he wanted to do with you was fight.

Three days into the trip, you were more relaxed than he'd seen you in a long while. Watching after the children and making sure none of them got themselves killed was a full time job in itself and it caused you, as well as Pat and Barbara, quite a bit of stress. But on that beach, the only thing on your mind was the sun, the sounds of the ocean, and the man you loved.

You glanced over at him, completely shaded by the beach umbrella and round sunglasses covering his eyes. He wasn't much of a fan of bright sunlight or high temperatures, but he still seemed to be enjoying himself.

At the thought of the heat, you had an idea. You stood suddenly from the beach chair, feeling the soft sand beneath your feet, and Richard looked up at you. As you stretched a bit, you could feel his eyes scanning your body without shame. "Is something the matter, my dear?"

"No, not at all. I was going to go for a swim, if you wanna tag along..." The water was fairly calm, and it seemed like a great opportunity switch things up from sitting on the beach.

"I'm content where I am, thank you, but don't let me stop you from enjoying yourself."

You'd been expecting an answer along those lines, so you smirked. "Alright, suit yourself."

When you walked away, Richard did a double take, because halfway to the water, you slipped your suit off and left it laying in the sand. He took a quick look around the area, because even though it was a private beach, there was still a very small chance that someone could come across this scene by accident.

Not that you seemed to mind even a bit as you stepped into the water and waded in until it almost reached your chest. The water was warm, but still cooler than the sunshine, and it felt wonderful. "The water's great!" you called, hoping to further convince him.

Richard wasn't a swimmer, and certainly not in the nude, but you always had this ability to get him to be adventurous in ways that he wouldn't normally dream. And it didn't hurt that you were naked and waiting for him. How could he ever resist that?

Before he knew it, his clothing joined your own and he was there with you in the water. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against him. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't change your mind."

Richard leaned in, his lips ever so close to yours as he held you. "Well, you have always been very persuasive."

Laughing softly, you closed those last few inches of space between you in a kiss. You could already tell that there wouldn't be much swimming, and that the two of you would probably be heading back to the beach house much earlier than anticipated.

Neither of you minded that in the slightest.

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doomfox · 2 years

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How does Shadow feel in the aftermath of his brother's fight?

Wade woke with a start, from a dreamless sleep. He blinked stupidly, looking about, and wondering why he was presently curled on the floor next to the couch. He unfurled and dragged himself up, brushing himself off with a grumble. It wasn't the first time he'd woken in an unusual place since his transformation. He usually remembered how he'd got there though, even if climbing to the roof or nestling in the garage had seemed like a perfectly natural thing to do at the time.

He remembered the scolding he'd given to Silver and Eclipse. Another mess he'd have to deal with at some point, although he was still too fed up to bother right now. He remembered crawling onto the couch with Shadow, and falling asleep with his eldest son in his arms. Taking a look at the couch, Wade found Shadow wasn't there. He'd probably gone to his bed.

Wade left the living room and quietly stuck his head into the boys' room. It was still early, the two were sound asleep in their bunks. Safe. He considered checking on Eclipse but the Darkling would probably be woken more easily than his hedgehog counterparts and Wade figured he'd best let the boy sleep.

Instead, Wade closed the boys' bedroom door and decided he needed a shower. He felt like crap. Even though he couldn't sweat any more he felt like his skin... scales, whatever, was crawling. Showering wasn't his favourite activity any more, but he would make himself deal with it. Soon enough he emerged from a steaming bathroom, wriggling his skinny reptilian form into one of his old hoodies that now hung from him like he was a skeleton.

He hissed as a claw snagged at his inner sleeve. He wriggled with the garment until his hand finally emerged, trailing a thread of string. Wade closed his eyes and sighed, bottling his frustration. Every little thing about his new form required his attention, it seemed. He checked his hand and inspected the claws, how sharp they were getting. He made a mental note to find a good nail file, or a trimmer, or something. He thought about the gloves Shadow and Silver always wore, and considered investing in some himself. It worked for them.

Wade promised himself he would be more careful and looked about the hall, again heading to the kids' bedroom and finding the door partway open. He peered inside to find Silver sat cross-legged on the floor, quickly closing a notebook he liked to draw in as his father appeared.

"Hey..." Wade said, tone neutral. "You good?" Silver shrugged, not meeting his father's eyes. Wade checked the bunk bed, finding no other hedgehog in sight. "Where's your brother?"

"Dunno."

Silver still didn't look to Wade, staring miserably at his hands as he played with his gloves.

"Okay... I'll call you when breakfast's ready..." Wade decided he didn't have the energy to deal with this right now and turned to leave the room, "we'll talk later, okay?"

Silver didn't reply and Wade shook his head, suppressing an irritable growl. He left the bedroom and went to investigate the house, searching for his eldest son.

A scan of the house left Shadow nowhere to be found. Wade knew his sons though, and knew Shadow's favoured hiding spots when he wanted some space. He exited the house and into the garden, hugging his hoodie around himself as he entered the cool morning air. He took a quick sniff of the air and turned to scan the roof of the house, searching for a familiar black-and-red hedgehog. "Shadow?" He called out, voice rasping, "you up there?"

A quill head briefly popped into view over the edge of the roof, before silently retreating. Yup, Shadow was in his favourite spot alright. "Come down here, bud. I need to talk to you."

Shadow didn't reply. The only sound that reached Wade's ears was the whistle of a light breeze and the sound of birdsong.

Wade clucked his tongue. It seemed Shadow wasn't going to be joining him in the garden.

He'd have to go up there himself.

Wade sighed and resigned himself to the task, searching for handholds up the side of the house. He'd been a good climber when he was a kid, indeed he'd bragged about climbing his way to the tallest tree in the garden when he'd been his kids' age. He had never expected to be better as an adult. It wasn't even hard. He was far slimmer and lighter now, his hands and feet restructured for this job, and pretty soon he found himself up on the roof, raising from all fours to teeter along the tiles toward his eldest son.

Shadow barely acknowledged him, even as Wade lowered into a crouch and rested his arms on his knees. "Mind if I join you?" the adult said, to a disinterested shrug. He slid into a cross-legged position beside Shadow and checked over his eldest son. Shadow just stared into the sky, watching the clouds go by above.

"Hey, buddy..." Wade said, doing his best to temper his rasping vocals, "how you feeling?"

Shadow shrugged, not taking his eyes from the clouds.

The cogs turned in Wade's head. He knew his son was introverted, but it seemed like lately it seemed like he didn't want anything to do with him. "Good..." He went on, not knowing what else to say. "I know we haven't talked much since I... well, y'know... you know if you need to come to me for anything, I'm still here. Right?"

Shadow shrugged again, still not looking to his father.

Wade began to feel desperate. "It... must have really bothered you seeing your brothers fight like that..." Wade said, "is there anything you want to tell me about it?" Still Shadow said nothing, his eyes merely looking anywhere but at Wade. "Shadow, please talk to me? Please..."

Shadow's ear twitched and his mouth flapped open, though quickly shut when no words came out. He looked away and down eyes flicking over the roof tiles.

A spike of guilt hit Wade in the sternum. "Sorry, buddy... I know I shouldn't pressure you like that... I..." it was Wade's turn to lose his words, his throat clenching as he suppressed a sob. "I'll leave you to it, okay buddy? Come... get your breakfast when you're ready..."

Shadow watched as his adoptive father turned and raised to his feet, taking a couple of steps before slipping on the tiles. He made the rest of his journey on all fours, resignedly slinking away before lowering himself over the edge of the roof.

Shadow wished he could speak. He wished he could find his words. But he just couldn't make them come right now. He wanted to tell his dad that he loved him, so much.

The guilt at his own feelings regarding his father's transformation kept his mouth shut however, and all Shadow could do was roll over onto his side and close his eyes. He didn't want to face reality right now.

His dad would hate him, after all, if he knew how he felt.

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Biography of LeBron as Ohio // Sean Thomas Dougherty

When is a poem one word? Even at 17 he was Baraka on the court, Coltrane gold toned, a kind of running riff, more than boy-child, man-child, he was one word like Prince. How back in those drunken days when I still ran in bars & played schoolyard ball & wagered fives & tens, me & my colleague the psych-prof drove across Eastern Ohio just to see this kid from powerhouse St. Vincent, grown out of rust-belt-bent-rims, tripped with the hype & hope & hip hop blaring from his headphones, all rubber soled & grit as the city which birthed him. We watched him rise that night scoring over 35, drove back across the quiet cut cornfields & small towns of Ohio, back to the places where we slept knowing that Jesus had been reborn, black & beautiful with a sweatband crown rimming his brow. He was so much more than flipping burgers & fries, more than 12-hour shifts at the steel plant in Cleveland. More than the shut-down mill in Youngstown. More than that kid selling meth in Ashtabula. He was every kid, every street, every silo, he was white & black & brown & migrant kids working farms. He was the prince of stutter-step & pause. He was the new King. We knew he was coming back the day after he left his house in Bath Township. He never sold it. Someone fed his fish for years. Perhaps our hope? Fuck Miami. Leave Wade to wade through the Hurricane rain. LeBron is remembering that woman washing the linoleum floor, that man punching his punch card. He drives a Camaro, the cool kid Ohio car driving through any Main Street. He is the toll-taker, & he is the ticket out. He keeps index cards documenting his opponents’ moves. One leans forward before he drives. One always swipes with his left hand. The details like a preacher studying the gospel. He studies the game like a mathematician conjugating equations, but when he moves he is a choreography, a conductor passing the ball like a baton. He is a burst of cinders at the mill. He is a chorus of children calling his name. The blistered hands of man stacking boxes in Sandusky, the long wait for work in Lorain. A sapling bends & reaches in all directions before it becomes a tree. A ball is a key to a lock. A ball is the opposite of Glock. America who sings your praises, while tying the rope, everyone waiting for Caesar to fall, back-stabbing media hype city betrayed by white people with racist signs. I watch the kids play ball in the Heights, witness this they say. We will rise. I watched LeBron arrive & leave, I walked, I gave up drinking as he went off & won a ring. The children’s chorus calls out sing brother, sing. Everything is black. Storm clouds gather out on Lake Erie. But the old flower-hatted women at the Baptist church are heading out praise cards, registering teenagers to vote. To turn a few words into a sentence. He is a glossary of jam, & yes he is corporate chugging down green bubbly Sprite, running in Beats head phones, he is Dunkin his donut, he is Nike, witness, ripped. On a spring day in Akron a chorus of children is chanting his name on the court by the chain-link fence. He is forged steel, turning his skinny body into muscle, years of nights lifting, chiseling, cutting, studying. Watching the tape. To make a new kind of sentence. He is passing out T-shirts, this long hot bloody summer he was returned to the rusted rim along the big lake. He is stutter-step. He is spinning wheel. He has a cool new hat. He is speaking of dead black children. He is giving his time. To make the crowd sway like wind through a field of corn. Does LeBron think of dying? Does the grape think of dying as it withers on the vine by the lake? Or does it dream of the wine it will become? He is wearing a shirt that says I Can’t Breathe. They said he was arrogant. I said he was just Ohio. He married his high school sweetheart. Bravado laid out on the court. No back down, he is Biggie with a basketball inside of a mic, no ballistics, just ballet. He is Miles Davis cool, quietly cerebral, turning his back, tossing up chalk like blue smoke, blue notes, blues. He is Akron, Columbus, he is heart & Heat turned to lake effect blizzards, freighters frozen in ice, looking for work & no money to eat. He is Ashtabula & Toledo. He is carrying so many across the river, up through Marietta. The grapevines are ripe in Geneva. He returns, Man-child, Man-strong, Man-smart, Man- mountain, Mansfield to East Akron, minus into Man, or should we say Mamma raised? Single mother fed, shy child, quiet child who grew, who suffered & taught his body to sing, his mother worked how many shifts, doing this, doing that, never gave up for her son. He is third shift at the rubber plant in winter, he is farm hands & auto parts piecework & long nights the men at the bar, eyes on the television. The lake tonight is black as newly laid asphalt. There are no ellipses. He is turning paragraphs into chapters. Long ago the hoop Gods made this deal at the crossroads, Old Scratch is flipping the pages of his program & waiting high in the stands—to belong to a place most people would call nowhere, to show the world how tough we truly are, twelve-hour shifts at the Rubber plant in Akron. How he is, how he is a part of this asphalt court we call Ohio, & how we suffer, & how we shine.

#poetry #Sean Thomas Dougherty #Ohio #LeBron James #basketball #Cleveland Cavs #NBA #sports poems #Bath Township #america #BOA Editions #ode

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