#'skinny dipping in water under the bridge'

[apprxmtn]

genuinely embarrassed by how much i like the sabrina carpenter album... the lyrics just scratch a little itch in my head

[ex-justmychampagneproblems]

[shortnsweetgf]

it'd be so nice, right? right? if we could take it all off and just exist and skinny dip in water under the bridge.

[1800titz]

BEWARE THE WATER | merman/siren!Harry x reader

You’ll never forget it— the time when you suggested an outing. You were sitting around in your room with beer bottles on the off hours, you on your twin-sized mattress with your knees tucked to your chest. Skinny dipping. Like a kidhood pastime under the coat of nightfall. A fuddled proposal off your liquified tongue, spurned by the alcohol simmering your veins. You regretted it the moment it slinked from your mouth (the moment the weight of the silence lodged in the rational part of your brain, clinging through insobriety), but you doubled down. “…You’re crazy, rookie,” you remember one told you, eyes listing to the side, over the rubescent smear across the bridge of his nose. “Why not?” Curse of the North Shore, they called it. Call it. An urban legend— but the circles of their eyes shrink into the framing of white when they tell the story of men strewn across the coastline. Skins. Sapped down to the marrow, hollowed bones marred with scrapes, littered across the beach, the patch of rock shed off the cliffside. Spread all over. Eaten from the inside. A fable for grown men to chase, like a monster hiding in the coal-dark nooks under their cots. You stuck the lip of the beer bottle to your mouth and rolled your misty eyes. “Bullshit.”

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Your self-preservation scratches up, from beneath the surface of the sea’s hymn settling into your bones. Wrong. Dangerous. Go back. It carves a nick, like a scrape from under a layer of ice across the arctic pelagic, and fractures your mindless audacity. Your foolish gall. Leaves you blinking like you’re batting a haze of smoke off with your lashes, out on the rocks with your lantern swinging in your hand. 

It hits you all at once. Anxiety like storm surge. The sense of impending doom makes your throat tight when you swallow. Dry. What are you doing? Clotting up your lungs, waves slamming against the rocks you’ve trekked. The foundation under you quakes with the hairline fracture of your risk, and something tacky oozes in. Fear. Instinct. The consequence of your recklessness—

A moment too late. Moments. A moment too stupid, too uncalculated, too rash. Ill-advised, when you left the base and stepped out from behind the barricade of the dunes. You take slow, cautious steps back into the direction of the sand across the slippery eigengrau, shaking. Stupid, stupid— counting your steps, reaching for the stretch of land out of fingertip’s length.

(And really, there’s only so long you can dangle a filet out in front of an animal before it breaks and bites. Only so long you can lure something from the sea with a soft, fleshy silhouette over the surface of the water.)

The ocean is humming. Singing. Like it’s lapping in an echo of the word that shatters the calm of the reticence— “Soldier.”

Not quite a bark. No ire. But it’s louder than the water and makes your heart lurch to your throat when your head snaps over your shoulder. Your balance is threadbare, and the plummet of your stomach makes the string ripple. Your heel nearly slips across the jagged stone—

(Not rookie. Soldier. Shedding the moniker feels like molting a worn, second skin that’s started to crackle across the stretch of your appendages.)

Hindsight laughs at your irreparable, full fledged stupidity— you, ignoring every warning they handed out to you in the cup of their palm. 

(You were supposed to cradle them close, heed like the signs told you.)

Your unease is a vicious pulse across your throat, roaring in your ears, mottling the perfect tempo of the waves, when the lantern between your fingers sways to the craggy patch behind you, where you once stood. It casts ochreous light across the slippery tar-black of the stones. 

There’s a man in the water. Your lungs squeeze. Caught. Stuck. In stasis. 

Wet skin. Slippery, slick. Burnt orange catching on sinews, even with a patch of jagged stones between you, emphasizing your distance. 

You’ve never believed in fairy tales, not as a child. Not now. Never chased legends, and myths, imaginary friends and monsters under your bed. But something unspools inside of you. Unfurls in the pit of your belly. Instinctual. Like a sixth sense to save your skin. You still have a chance, a distance, muffled echo behind your skull hisses, you still—

But you’re glued onto the stone. Stagnant. Stalemating, with a chill stinging like shards across your veins, nausea lingering from the sharp bludgeon of being swung off kilter. 

A deer caught in headlights. 

(Game, staring across the plain at the looming predator.)

Fear tastes like heme and crushed ice. Your emotions are a farrago— terror, confusion, apprehension.

Dread. 

“You’re a soldier,” he asks— tells you, it feels like a statement— over the roaring sea, cadence honey smooth. Molasses heavy. A treacle across your ears that ghosts and melts across your earlobes. The scruff of your neck, where the peach fuzz bristles at attention. “Aren’t you?”

Your tongue feels stuck to the roof of your mouth. Bloated up in your mouth. From this distance, you can’t make out his face. Not the details— only the shape, and his gaze. Liquified tar. Glinting, coruscating like the peaks of the waves. 

Uncanny. Wrong. The echo of an urban legend— a mystical beast waiting to swallow you whole. 

You should run. Sprint across the rocks, let adrenaline aid in your coordination and pray for the best—

But you're stuck. Your brows notched, your ribcage rattling with your heart bursting behind it. Bounding, in place of your stubborn feet. 

“You— you’re not supposed to be out here,” you bluster. Ever the pedant (as if you are, mouthy, little hypocrite). Shoulders rigid like the stretch of nightfall limestone, chin high in your wavering merit. A soldier— a mask you wear as a cloak that can’t hide the quake in your fingers, and the burnt orange off the lantern jumps across the waves. 

It all feels pointless. Otiose— there is no warranted explanation when the unimaginable, unforeseen myth, blurs with reality and crumbles your expectations (your rationale) out from under you. 

His arms stretch across the stone. Lax. Languorous. The delineation of ease— and you can’t stop your eyes from roving across the breadth of his shoulders, the heft, the way the musculature there flexes when he moves. The way the water sticks to his skin. Glimmering obsidian roams you. Wanders. Strays. Drifts. Across every inch, every piece. Assessing. Contemplating. Absorbing.

“Aren’t you the sweetest thing?” he says, instead of answering you. 

The purr stuns you. Weaves across your logic, the congeries of your emotions— the fear— in ropework. Ties to an anchor, lugging you, luring you to drift further from the coastline, closer to him. Sediment from the ocean floor dredged under your feet when they nearly shuffle forward over the stone. 

The words sound wrong. Hungry. Like an omen— and the paradox of them, their tone, against your crumbling mettle, jars you back into survival-mode. Your head feels heavy. Clogged. Wading through a mist you can barely shake off—

“How did you get here?” you demand. Your teeth feel tight.

In the lack of immediate response, you know he’s staring at you. Inkblots roaming across your shape like the eyes of a carnivore over a meal. Incisors aching. It spills your resolve across your shoulders. A wave laps across your toes. He hums.

“Givin’ me a fuckin’ toothache, just looking at you,” he murmurs. A sawtooth dodge around your questions, the anger that bubbles off you in a broken defense mechanism— a vicious cat baring its teeth, swiping out with its little claws, backed into a corner. 

[wlntrsldler]

u don’t understand i read someone mentioned something about luke and the boys going skinny dipping but imagine luke and five star going skinny dipping??? BEFORE they started dating?????? like at first it starts teasingly like “u said we were going to the lake, five star— where’d all your enthusiasm go, huh?” and they’re both just going at each other when five star decides fuck it and takes off her shirt and the MINUTE luke sees her bra his mind goes blank, his face turns red and he realizes oh shit this is actually going to happen???? fuck fuck fuck

a/n: suggestive content!

five star and luke have had many 'almost-kisses' before they got together and i think THIS was one of them.

like it's been established that luke tends to stay up late when he gets inspired to write music (and when five star finally gives him the time of day, this man is UP LATE) so i think it happens during one of your late nights, after they spent that day at achilles arcade.

you for some reason can't sleep so you leave your room to grab some water and luke has the same idea (he can't finish the bridge of one of the songs and it's driving him crazy). there's a lot of 'will they' 'won't they' during this point of your relationship.

luke grumbling about not having the right words for this song and you're like, 'you need to step away from it for a bit. staring at a blank page won't do anything. come on.'

and when you beckon luke to leave the cabin, luke is quick to get on his feet to follow you because he'd follow you anywhere! you lead him to the lake and makes a joke about how it was the perfect weather to go skinny dipping. it's not too cold, there's no breeze in the air, it was a perfect montauk night. and luke is smirking, taking his shirt off already, walking towards the edge of the water.

your jaw is on the floor because you were kidding! and also because all those days in the gym were really paying off for luke. he's standing there, undoing his belt, kicking his clothes around everywhere as he moves further and further from you.

'come on, five star!" luke calls, 'you said it so you gotta do it!"

he doesn't actually think you'll do it so imagine his surprise when you take your shirt off and you're undoing your short pajama pants. luke's throat feels like it's closing up because five star looks so ethereal under the moonlight and he's really regretting being so bold. he was weak in the knees and it wasn't like he could hide what five star was doing to him when he has his clothes off.

you don't get completely naked because both of you are too crush-shy to actually do that at this point, so you're splashing around in the water in your underwear, trying your best to keep your laughter quiet because everyone else was surely asleep.

at one point, you manage to dunk luke's head into the water and in retaliation, luke grabs you by the waist until you're squirming in his arms, giggling about how the water is colder than you expected. when luke finally lets you go, your chests are pressed against each other and you're both breathless, partly for laughing so much and partly because you were so close to each other and if you just moved an inch or two, you would be kissing.

'your heart is beating really fast,' you whispered, watching a drop of water trickle down the side of luke's face.

'yours too,' he sighed, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. and he really wants to kiss you right now and he was about to until he sees someone with a flashlight making their way to the lake. 'shit, five star, we're about to get in trouble.'

'not if we outrun them,' then you're swimming out of the lake, grabbing all of your clothes that are scattered all over the place and luke is running after you, unable to stop the smile on his face when you reach back to hold his hand.

the two of you get back to the cabin, soaking wet, and causing puddles all over the hardwood floors.

[osaemu]

・𖠗 EMAILS I CAN'T SEND EVENT !

with songs featuring gojo, geto, dazai, chuuya, and childe !

BEFORE YOU LISTEN . . .

careful, there's gonna be some pretty mature themes headin' in . . . sex, cheating, overthinking, y'know, the usual. it's hard being hot !

WHAT'S THE ALBUM ABOUT ?

well, i heard some guys from jujutsu kaisen, bungo stray dogs, and genshin impact are involved in the drama, maybe you know them !

TRACK 9: NONSENSE "baby i'm in too deep, here's a lil' song i wrote, it's about you and me"

꒰ pop star!reader x secret lover!gojo

being a pop star is tough, and maintaining a relationship alongside it is even harder. good thing you have a boyfriend to share the nights with, but what happens when those night-time specials start seeping into your daytime routine?

TRACK 10: FAST TIMES "tiptoeing past so many stages, but what the fuck is patience?"

꒰ coworkers with benefits ft. pm boss!chuuya

being a mafia boss is hard, and the stress that comes with it could kill. so, your boss's solution is to take it out on his pretty little secretary — you. one thing leads to another, and soon it becomes a regular thing. it's okay, it's not like he's gonna fuck you during work hours, right?

TRACK 11: SKINNY DIPPING "if we could take it all off and just exist, and skinny dip in water under the bridge"

꒰ break up –> make up ft. criminal!geto

when you found out he wasn't who he said he was, you dumped him on the spot, and after that you didn't see him for nineteen days. so what happens on the twentieth day when you run into him at your local coffee shop, and how did it end with his dick in your mouth?

TRACK 13: DECODE "you're good at impersonating someone who cares, and you had me for a minute there"

꒰ actor!reader x actor!dazai

your co-star is known for his acting prowess, and maybe he's just a little too good, because even when the lights are down and no cameras in sight, you can never seem to figure out if he means what he says. even when he's drunk in your sheets, every word seems carefully calculated to get something out of you — who knows what he wants?

TRACK 15: FEATHER "your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch, you fit every stereotype, send a pic"

꒰ it girl!reader x fuckboy!gojo

you're everything, and he's just another fuckboy. but even though he's the biggest dickhead you've ever met, you can't deny that he's very, very attractive. so what happens when you have one too many drinks and end up moaning his name all night long?

TRACK 16: LONESOME "did you think about her face with your hands around my waist? did you even give a fuck?"

꒰ exes with benefits ft. fuckboy!childe

you probably shouldn't still sleep with the boy who ruined your life, but hey, he's the only one who knows how to fuck you just right. even if he made you cry for a week straight, you'd rather be crying out his name than wallowing in self-pity at home. and it's not like you're gonna get back together with him, are you?

TRACK 17: THINGS I WISH YOU SAID "i saw you met somebody and i'm jealous as hell, that i can't even stomach loving somebody else"

꒰ cheating ft. ex boyfriend!dazai

maybe it's wrong to cheat on your current boyfriend with your ex, but you never moved on and apparently, neither did he. and shit, he's just as skillful with his words as ever, so just one night wouldn't hurt, right?

SO, WHEN CAN I HEAR THE STORIES ?

well, hannah'll tell you whenever she feels like it, but who knows what order she's whisper them to you in ? it'll be a surprise ~

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHEN THE STORY'S OUT ?

there's no taglist or anythin', but you can check back here to see if anything's leaked yet ! ++ maybe follow hannah and her tag, 'cause she said she'll post updates there . . . #✧ — emails i can't send

have fun listening! reblogs very appreciated xoxo –> signed, hannah

[mingyusluvr]

skinny dipping | kmg.

*ೃ༄ ❝ It'd be so nice if we could take it all off and just exist. And skinny dip in water under the bridge. ❞

Pairing: OC!Reader x Mingyu A/N: I legit just wrote this in one sitting idk man ... NOT PROOF READ!! Genre: Fluff Word count: 1.1k Synopsis: Bumping into your lost love in a coffee shop — heavily inspired by Skinny Dipping by Sabrina Carpenter Past lovers, non-idol!au

It’s a Wednesday afternoon and the Sun has taken dominance over the sky, clearing it of any clouds. A white lab coat is draped over Younghee’s arm, her attention fixed on her phone in her hand as she walks into the coffee shop she visits occasionally just off campus. She’s got a break between class and her lab session, and an iced caffeine fix is just what she needs. 

The barista’s calling out an order as she enters, the order is irrelevant but it’s the name at the end that gets her attention: “Oat milk latte for Mingyu.” It couldn’t possibly be, surely? But when she looks up, she’s faced with a familiar tall frame.  head of dark, fluffy hair that falls into place like dominos and when he turns around, there’s a distinct mole on the tip of his nose. It’s him. He flashes that smile, the one Younghee believed could bring the entire world to its knees, as he approached. It’s been three years since they last saw each other, and he’s only been refined by time.  “Hi.” “Hi.” And for a few moments they’re simply taking each other. Younghee stands taller now than she did three years ago, she’s grown more confident in her own skin. Mingyu notices that. “Oh my God! What are you doing here?” Younghee is the one who breaks out of her reverie first. “I live around here again.” He responded with a little smile, his hands tucked into his pockets, “Master’s program.” “Still sports science?” “Specialising in physiotherapy now.” Younghee hummed in response. She held his gaze, her facial expression warm and engaged. Mingyu had always been easy to talk to, she was pleasantly surprised that even after all this time, he still is. “But enough about school,” He started. He figured, judging by the crisp coat on her arm, that she’d continued down her path to becoming a scientist, “How are you— How’s your family, how’s your sister?” “One question at a time.” She laughed, “Shannon’s being Shannon. You know how she is.” He chuckled in response, and for a few moments they chattered about their days, how their families were doing and everything in between. Younghee almost forgot that she hadn’t yet done what she came to the cafe for-– order a coffee. Mingyu also had a class to attend. “Well, this was really nice. We should do this on purpose sometime.” He suggested, a hand scratching at the back of his neck as his lips curved upwards sheepishly and Younghee nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Yeah. Definitely.”

***

“Oh my God! You’re not even listening to me!” The female ran her hands through her hair in frustration. Turning so her back was facing her boyfriend who threw his hands up in exasperation with a sigh. “Me? I’m the one not listening?” Mingyu rarely raised his voice, but after having the same back-and-forth n amount of times, something finally snapped. “I’m telling you where I’m coming from and you don’t want to hear it!”

“Because it’s ridiculous!” As soon as those words left her mouth she regretted them, but it was too late. A humourless chuckle was sounding through the garage as she opened her mouth to speak. He spoke first.  “I think you should leave.” “I—” “Just go, Younghee.”

***

Mingyu: Free this friday to meet up? Mingyu: On purpose this time. Younghee: Mhm… Depends Younghee: What did you have in mind? Mingyu: Dinner at Xu’s. Younghee: I had no idea they were still open. Younghee: But won’t that be too nostalgic? Mingyu: Maybe Mingyu: But lets do it anyway Mingyu: We won’t sit at our same old table, I promise :) Mingyu: AND we won’t bring up the past, we’ll keep it bureaucratic 

That Friday evening, Younghee found herself at Xu’s Dining Room. A little Chinese restaurant on the outskirts of town. It’s been years and she’s still yet to visit a Chinese restaurant that holds a candle to this place. But she could never make herself go back. Not on her own. This was their place.  The only thing that had changed was that Xu Minghao, the quiet yet friendly waiter who tended to them almost every week once upon a time, was now a manager at the establishment. “Wow, I can’t believe it! You must have gotten married by now!” He’d exclaimed as he spotted the familiar pair entering. He couldn’t not remember the couple that always ordered exactly the same thing when they visited. Even if it had been three years.

In the weeks that followed, Mingyu and Younghee found themselves gravitating towards each other once again. Finding a comfort in each other’s presence that neither of them had realised they missed. From coffees between classes to movie marathons when their weekends apart. They’d grown in their years apart, so much so that there wasn’t even any reason to speak about how they’d grown apart when they were together. 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” There was a mischievous glint in Mingyu’s eyes that Younghee knew all too well, his sharp canines showing as he smirked, looking between the girl beside him and the vast ocean before them. The Sun’s rays left the skies with a deep orange tint as it waved the city goodbye. The Sun left the city with its warmth, a parting gift for a day well spent, as it welcomed the moon in its wake. Mingyu couldn’t help but notice the way the glow kissed Younghee’s skin, making her look ethereal.  “You’re not serious.” “I’ve never been more serious.” He was already pulling his shirt over his head, a bright grin on his face, “The weather is perfect for it. C’mon, It’ll be fun!”

Younghee considered, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to conceive of a reason  an excuse to not to take a dip in the water. Since the day they’d bumped into each other, she couldn’t help but feel like they’d been swimming towards the edge of a cliff and now, finally at the edge, she had a choice: swim back to shore, or go down with the ship. 

By the time she made her decision, Mingyu was already waist deep in the ocean, “Are you coming or what?” “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

***

dear, younghee when will be the right time? 

In her bedroom one evening, Younghee sat on the floor before her wardrobe, a cardboard box with a slit at the top between her legs. Clothes scattered on the floor around her. She’s been using this box for years, making it serve as a time capsule of sorts. The words ‘this too shall pass�� were scrawled on the side of the box. A little sanctuary where she confided all of her fears and hesitations, no matter how trivial, reminding herself that they’d all pass eventually. 

Younghee padded over to her desk, retrieving a pen and a piece of paper before returning to her position on the floor. 

‘dear me, There is no right time. Everything is happening according to nothing at all and you have to accept it!! I promise it will all be worth it!’

————- ✳ ————-

I think this song thing is becoming a series. It's fun, I like it!

[theeliampayne]

here's some fics I've enjoyed in April! Hoping to make one of these every month from now on. If you read any of these, please leave the authors kudos and/or comments!

skinny dip (in water under the bridge) by @itsnotreal / hazzahtomlinson (880) [louis/harry]

It’s a Wednesday and nostalgia might just get the best of Louis.

I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover. by ziamscherry (921) [zayn/liam]

Liam proposes twice and Zayn finally says yes.

I'll knock on your door, it will save me from calling by @hl-obsessed / hl-obsessed (RozaDhampir) (5.7k) [zouis/larry/ziam]

Louis hears "Good Years" for the first time. Harry is there to pick up the pieces. or Zayn makes some questionable choices. Louis makes some long awaited moves. Sometimes heart broken all over again is the first step to healing and making everything right again. *** Dedicated to everyone who ever lost a friend, and still don't know why.

I Roll 'til I Change My Luck by @larry-hiatus (8.4k) [louis/harry]

Dating is hard enough when you're gay. When Louis reveals to his Tinder matches that he uses a wheelchair and has a service dog, things tend to get even more complicated. Too bad the guys on dating apps aren't as sweet and understanding as his best friend Harry...

I Want You Here With Me (Like How I Pictured It) by @enchantedlandcoffee (345) [louis/harry]

"I just- Everyone was there and- and they were all happy and in love and I just- I needed to get out of there, Lou." Harry sniffled, wrapping his coat closer to himself as he trudged down the street. "It's not fair. It's not fair that they all get to be happy and in love and have their partners with them when I can't be with you." OR The one where Harry misses Louis

[sabrinasopposite]

emails i can't send; 💌

to; clarkkent65@gmail.com

subj; skinny dipped.

from; y/n.y/l/n33@gmail.com

💌

dear farm boy,

remember that one Wednesday, just an ordinary day, and I went to this coffee shop I hadn’t been to in a while. I was scrolling mindlessly through my phone when I heard the barista call out an oat milk latte and your name. For a second, I froze, thinking there’s no way it’s you—after all this time. But I looked up anyway, and there you were.

You smiled and said, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I managed to reply. “How are you?”

You asked about my family, about my sister. "How’s Shannon?" you said with that familiar curiosity, like you still knew every detail of my life.

“Shannon’s... being Shannon,” I chuckled, trying to mask the awkwardness. After a few minutes of polite small talk, the kind where every word is a bridge back to something unsaid, you said, “Well, this was really nice. Maybe we should do this on purpose sometime.”

There was a pause, and I thought about how long it had been. Long enough that maybe we wouldn’t have to dig up old wounds. Maybe we wouldn’t have to talk about the arguments in your barn, or how we managed to sabotage what could’ve been something real. The endless back-and-forth, swimming so close to the edge of something we couldn’t quite define—fearful of falling, yet always on the brink. I was always so resistant, but it felt like I was going down with the ship anyway. 

Wouldn’t it be nice? I wondered. If we could strip it all away, every old scar, every misunderstood word, and just... exist. As if we could skinny dip in the waters of what we’ve left behind, pretending it didn’t matter. Pretending it wouldn’t hurt.

You suggested that place we used to go, and I hesitated. “Won’t that be too nostalgic?” I asked, knowing that nostalgia had a way of pulling us under.

“Maybe,” you shrugged with a soft smile. “But let’s do it anyway.”

You promised we wouldn’t sit at our old table, wouldn’t bring up the past. We'd keep it casual, polite, maybe even a little distant. No mention of what went wrong or what we wished could’ve been different. But we both knew, didn’t we? We both knew that under the surface, there would be an undeniable weight in the air—like the ghost of who we used to be, sitting quietly between us. Like it was always just us being friends.

And as we stood there, making plans, neither of us said it. Neither of us said how we’d both be thinking of how far we’ve come from those scared little kids. The ones who thought love had to be perfect, who didn’t know yet that it doesn’t have to be that hard.

But even now, I can’t help but wonder—could we ever go back to being just that? Just us, without the weight of what could’ve been. Or would we always be standing on that cliff, pretending we’re not about to jump? 

send 11th october

💌

[itsnotreal]

skinny dip (in water under the bridge)

Words: 900

Rating: Mature

It’s a Wednesday and nostalgia might just get the best of Louis.

[kentuckyfriedmegumi]

we have a snippet of a wip(pet) of mine!

here’s a sneak peek at chapter one of skinny dipping (water under the bridge)

an itafushi right person, wrong time fic ❤️

[thesweetestdoll]

it’d be so nice, right? if we could take it all off and just exist and skinny dip in water under the bridge 💌 ₊˚✧

[shortnsweetgf]

and skinny dip in water under the bridge ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

skinny dipping (2021) — sabrina carpenter

for @octoberconstellation 🫧

[bonnibuckets]

— midnight dip | jake

parings: jake x fem navi

warnings: light smut & fluff

synopsis: you and jake go for a spontaneous night skinny dipping date (jake is fully navi at this point)

wc :800+

‘yawntu’ means loved one/lover/beloved person

‘Ohe hate ngenga’ means i hate you (used jokingly)

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

You restlessly stared at the stars in your hammock not feeling tired. You sighed and rolled over on your side and faced jake asleep in his hammock. You smiled softly as you felt adventurous at that very moment. You sat up and quietly got out of your hammock and made your way to jake. Your heart started beating faster as you made your way into his hammock carefully. “mm” you heard him stir in his sleep before sitting up and being met with your face.

“what’re you doin’?” he said in a raspy voice while rubbing his eyes. “i wanna go adventuring” you smiled while giving puppy eyes. Jake sighed as he looked at you rising an eyebrow “it’s late yawntu” . You pouted lightly “but i cannot sleeepp,” you said shaking him back and forth gently. Jake shook his head and sat up “fine let’s go” he said pinching his nose bridge.

Your face lit up as bright as the plants around you “come on i’ll lead the way!” you said a little louder than jake would’ve liked. He quickly put his hand on your mouth “shh others are sleeping” he laughed quietly rolling his eyes. “sorry” you giggled trying to be quiet as you and jake climbed out of the hammock.

—

Y’all carefully made your way through the forest as you took the lead and kept looking back making sure jake was following. All that could be heard was y’all’s footsteps and giggles and ‘shhh’s’. You felt the butterflies you first felt when you met jake giving yourself deja vu.

As y’all made it to the clearing with water jake was admiring the way your skin reflected the colors of the bioluminescent plants. He sighed lovingly and grabbed your hand continuously following your moves.

“we’re heree” you smiled turning to him. “yes now what?” jake tilted his head. You ignored what he said and took off your loincloth and breast covering. Jake inhaled watching you giggle before diving into the water. He rolled his eyes and took his loincloth off as well and joined you.

You smiled as he came closer and went underwater only leaving his eyes poking out. You smirked and pushed his head under and laughed but it was short-lived as he pulled you under. “YOU LITTLE SH—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. You both popped up immediately, soaking hair all in y’all’s faces, “ohe hate ngenga” you said pushing your braids out of your face. “love you too” jake laughed and pushed his hair out of his face.

You rolled your eyes then smiled admiring his beautiful features. His skin looked godly with the night light from the plants and the moon and the water dripping off him. “thanator palulukan got your tongue?” jake teased. “no!” you said splashing him in the face. He gawked at you, and you knew what was coming so you squealed and tried to get away but jake had other plans. “oh ho no you don’t!” he said while chasing after you and quickly grabbed you.

“JAKE!” you screamed as he tickled your sides. You were thrashing all about and kicking your legs “PLEASE STOP PLEASE I’M GONNA PEE ON YOU IF YOU DON’T STOP!” you threatened. Jake didn’t care and kept going until your tail touched his crotch “honey” he stopped and hugged you. “be careful you almost took me out down there” he chuckled into your ear as you tried to control your breathing and settle down from being tortured (aka tickled.)

“oh really?” you blushed while smirking “you poor thing” you fake pouted and grabbed him. Jake jerked immediately “jesus!” you smiled while turning to face him and rubbed him under the water. Jake softly panted “your mean you know that?” he said grabbing your face and kissing you. You returned the same amount of force and wrapped your arms around his neck tangling your fingers in his hair. You chased his lips as feverishly as you could and so did he, his hands were on you everywhere he could feel skin. You softly moaned into his mouth as he lightly touched your queue and you grabbed his causing him to groan and grab your hips.

You pulled away and y’all’s lips ghosted over one another’s “i see you” you said panting “i see you” jake said also panting. “i think we should get back” you said teasing him. “nun-uh you come here” jake said huskily before crashing his lips to yours again.

— [Fin]

a/n: i got this idea after seeing a romantic prompt about skinny dipping and thought i could put it to use >:)

[forlorn-crows]

oh @crimsonclergy i understand it very clearly. i realize you've just wrote this as well but uh . . . allow me to take this prompt for a spin

transfemme sunny, intersex mist

“Mi-ist,” Sunshine calls from her reclined position on the sandy lakeside, voice carrying as light as a melody across the surface of the water. There’s no answer from the water ghoulette. She runs a hand through her dripping curls and props herself up on an elbow.

She finds Mist peering back at her, icy-blue eyes peeking just over the surface of the water where she looms about ten yards away. Her stark white hair floats in a halo around her head, fanning out like algae. Very slowly, her gaze narrows, skin crinkling at the corners of her eyes. Mischievous. 

Sunny giggles. “You look like an alligator.” Mist blinks at her, purposefully slow. She rises a little further, revealing her angled nose and sharp cheekbones. The waterline dips below her mouth, which opens wide, showing off her tiny fangs. She runs her tongue over one, gaze flicking down Sunshine’s body lighting-quick.

“What, are you gonna eat me or something?” Sunny teases, shaking more water from her curls. The words are hardly out of her mouth before Mist is springing from the water, launching herself at the other ghoulette in the blink of an eye. Sunny shrieks, attempts to scramble away. But she’s on her within the same second, pinning her down by the shoulders, ankles locked atop hers. 

“Got you, my precious ray,” Mist says easily. “But what shall I do with you, now that I’ve got you in my grasp?” She runs a short nail down the other ghoulette’s cheek, dotted with drops of lakewater falling from her own sopping hair. Sunny goes cross-eyed trying to watch her finger, nervous laughter bubbling out. 

“Hm,” Mist ponders. A devious smile stretches across her face. “Perhaps—” Her hand moves in a flash, diving down to Sunny’s waist and fluttering across her ribs. 

“Gah—fucker!” She squeals, thrashing under Mist’s grip. But it’s futile; she’s got her pinned good, despite being even tinier. “Oh—you—hah—harlot!” Eventually, she manages to buck her hips hard enough to dislodge the water ghoulette, sending them both into the sand. 

“Feisty, aren’t you?” Mist grunts, bare back now coated in little grains. She wriggles her legs around Sunny’s waist, planting her hands in the sand and throwing her body hard enough to flip them around again. 

“Satan’s balls, you’re strong,” Sunny wheezes, collapsing under her weight. “How—oh Lucifer—” Her head thumps back onto the ground, chest heaving as she looks up at Mist incredulously. Her white hair curtains over one side of her face, almost glowing where it’s backlit by the sun. Her handsome face is rosy from exertion, and there’s a streak of sand across the bridge of her nose. Her bare torso has matching streaks, grains clinging underneath her tiny chest and stuck in her happy trail. 

There’s a beat of silence between them. Copper eyes staring into ice blue, slick, gritty bodies heaving against each other. 

Mist shifts. Her skinny thigh slips between Sunshine’s legs. Lands against her chubby cock tenting in her baby blue bikini bottoms. 

“Oh.” Sunny’s eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, Mist, I—”

“Got you hard, huh?” Mist says, still a little breathless. 

“Y-yeah,” Sunny whispers. 

The water ghoulette rolls her hips experimentally. The pair let out a sigh, quiet as the breeze rustling through the willows nearby. 

“Likewise.” Sunny groans and looks between them, biting her lip when she sees the twin bump in Mist’s emerald bikini bottoms. Dick poking out from her folds. “How about a little romp, sunray?”

She nods, a small smile tugging at her lips. Mist hums and leans in to capture her lips in a kiss, diving deep immediately. She shifts her leg back over Sunny’s hips, straddling her fully while she swipes her tongue past her lips and licks at the roof of her mouth. Mist rolls her hips more intentionally. The friction is harsh, but it’s wet and dirty and good. 

Sunny whines against her mouth, already canting her hips up to meet Mist’s lazy movements. 

“You feel delicious,” Mist purrs. She sits up, moving her hands to Sunny’s chest, groping her through the triangles of fabric. “Like me dragging my cock over yours, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she moans, weaving her hands into her own hair. 

“Always look so pretty beneath me. Like a fallen angel carved from amber. Too pretty not to fuck.”

Sunny whines at the praise. Mist continues the sow roll of her hips, stomach flexing with each little thrust. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and shifts her weight to her hands, leaning back to rest them atop Sunshine’s thighs. She watches as a rivulet of water trails down from Mist’s neck, down her sternum, curving around her ribs and dripping off her side. 

“I like when you look at me like that,” she sighs.

“Hn, like what?”

Mist smirks. “Awestruck.”

“Mist,” Sunny groans. “How can I not, when you look like that?” Her cock gives a little kick when the water ghoulette laughs, voice rumbling through them both. 

“Could give you something else to look at,” she teases, dipping a hand into her bikini bottoms and cupping herself. She bucks into her own hand, fingers no doubt sliding inside her cunt with the wet sound that follows. Fingers trail back up to her dick, pressing. The head of it just peeks out past the elastic, little head shiny with slick. Mist cocks an eyebrow and the ghoulette beneath her. “If that entices you.”

Sunshine swears her balls draw up from just the suggestion.