#Alligator Hole

[kirkgarden]

South Jamaica’s Gut River, Alligator Hole, and Alligator Pond are lush ecosystems teeming with diverse marine life. Gut River is a unique spot where freshwater meets the Caribbean Sea, creating a vibrant habitat for fish, crabs, and birds. From May to August, crab season brings an abundance of crabs that locals catch for food. Alligator Hole, a nearby river, is home to endangered West Indian manatees, which thrive in its calm waters. Alligator Pond, known for its fishing village, boasts a variety of fish species, including snapper, parrotfish, and grouper. These interconnected ecosystems showcase Jamaica’s rich biodiversity and play a crucial role in sustaining local communities, offering scenic beauty and a vital source of food and income.

https://youtu.be/etSf-7NZhl8?si=cUcYIRwM2PEUEYRQ

[sundogscoops]

🐊HERE BEFORE HERE FOREVER🐊

🏳️‍⚧️LOVE NEVER DIES🏳️‍⚧️

I'm sellin these dudes for 20 dollar (shipping included!) in my lil shop

Only made 25 of these so hmu!

[mbat]

wynncraft is a really impressive and fun minecraft mmorpg kinda game but i swear there are some moves that the enemies have that really should be majorly changed or just removed cause literally what the fuck

like, a lot of the ranged enemies will just shoot at you constantly with practically no cool down, which also affects how you move cause theyre knocking you back at the same time

and the second and even worse one is only what i can describe as a multi-bash where an enemy will full on get rid of half your health in like one go by bashing you from every direction and basically stopping you from moving because of the knockback, and this enemy isnt some like, higher level boss, its usually normal mobs that are your same level, though some bosses also have this infuriating ability

like i get having challenging enemies but those moves arent even fair. i dont think i can even dodge the second one, and the first one literally doesnt have a cooldown and is basically endless. like. dude.

[palmettofaces]

Four Hole Fun!

ORANGEBURG SC (SCT Road News) — One Christian biker is reportedly missing from his riding crew after the guys and gals told him about their plans to go “gator hunting” in the Four Hole Swamp last Tuesday evening. Officials say that the missing man, whose riding name is “Crash,” disappeared soon after learning that it was to be his big night down at the Four Hole Swamp. For years, people in the…

[teaboot]

I've received asks on the topic a few times so I think I'd like to address the subject as clearly as I can

Okay, so like. You're on vacation, right? And you decide you want to go swimming. And you could go to a pool, or a lake, or the ocean, or the river. Wherever you want. And you see on the map that there's this one place called The Alligator Hole.

So you go there, and there's a sign on the shore that says "WARNING: ALLIGATORS", right? And you decide to go in. And when you get there, there's alligators. So you get out!

But then you go back in, with a stick, and you start hitting the alligators.

Because you don't want alligators where you're swimming!

And the impulse is understandable, because lots of people don't like swimming with alligators. Alligators are scary. Being in the water with alligators can be very stressful and damaging for people who aren't prepared to deal with alligators.

But at the same time, you must understand- there will probably always *be* alligators. Hitting a few with a stick probably won't eradicate them from the planet. There are SO MANY alligators! All over the world! And the vast majority of them will never ever hurt any swimmers!

And at the end of the day, nobody pushed you into The Alligator Hole, right? You saw a place literally called The Alligator Hole and decided that you wanted to go in there, and then you made life miserable for all the alligators.

Sure, there are places you like to swim where alligators probably shouldn't be- like suddenly, in your bathtub, uninvited and unwelcome, in the middle of the night- but alligators have to go *somewhere*, you know?

So if there are going to be alligators, no matter what, and we don't want to be surprised by them, then isn't it nice that we have places like The Alligator Hole

[infinitelycomplexpuzzles]

// imagining that any team that Spider Tsum is on has a familiar threat to anyone who either takes them prisoner, or takes him prisoner

'look, I'm sure you're prepared for all kinds of super powered people, but I promise you, you are courting disaster. I know what you're thinking! You think, 'oh, what's the worst that can happen, he's like a little plush sausage, how much chaos could he cause?'

'my friend, I am telling you out of concern for you, that the last thing you want is for him to try and help us out of this situation/escape from you.'

'Do you know what happened this morning when he tried to do the dishes? He melted the plates. We have no idea how he accomplished this, he did this using a sponge and soap. He tried to cook dinner the other night, and somehow took a can of soup and a fork and created frosted donuts.'

'Whatever you think you are prepared for, whatever aliens or hulks or gods or whatever, I promise you, you are not prepared for the nonsense that you will subject us all to if you do not release us/him.'

[notherpuppet]

Hotel Antics and Filler Masterpost

• Bread Pudding Comic 🦌🌈🎀🪡🕸️🐍🐈‍⬛

• Fairy Godmother Alastor 🦌🎀🌈

• Vaggie’s Story 🎀

• Alastor vs. Susan Animatic 🦌👵🏻🥀🌈

• Hungry Deer Comic 📻🍎🌈🎀

• Alastor vs. Husk Animatic 🦌🐈‍⬛

• Floormates Animatic 🍎📻

• Happy Valentines Day Comic: Part 1 | Part 2 w/ Alt Endings 📻🍎🌈🎀🪡🐈‍⬛🕸️🍒

• Alligator Tears 🦌🌈🎀🕸️

• Vaggie Styled by the gang 🎀

• Angel Looks For Husk’s Contract Comic 🦌🕸️

• Alastor Art Therapy Comic 📻🍎🌈🎀

• Alastor Doodles His Fellow Hoteliers 🦌

• How Do You Handle Your Radio Demon? 🦌🥀🌈🪡🐈‍⬛🍎🖤

• Lucifer Laments 🍎📻

• Lucifer HGD remix drawings: Flawless 🍎 | Busboy 🍎📻

• Alastor Dip in the Bayou Rough Animation 🦌

• Hotel Managers common hobby 🦌🎀🌈

• Fashion Week Alastor 🦌

• Angy Lucifer 🍎🦌

• Magical Girl Battle Angel Vaggie 🎀

• Alastor Messy Eater CW: Blood 🦌

• Vaggie 🎀

• Hazbin Basketball 📻🎀🐈‍⬛🍎

• Death Toll Poll Results 🎀🦌🕸️🐈‍⬛🐍🪡

• Bday Ace in the hole comic 🦌🌈🎀🕸️🍒🐍

• Alastor vs. Vaggie Dance Off Comic 📻🎀

• Young Seraphim 🪽🍎

• Tuxedo Alastors 🦌

• Same Gang, Different Style 🌈🎀🦌🐈‍⬛🕸️🪡🐍

*this post is subject to change if/when I make more Human AU posts, so be sure to return to the original post

[tojisun]

CW: noncon; omegaverse stuff so ruts/heats + power and hierarchical omegaverse dynamics; shift in balance of power; claiming; gn!reader; rambly as hell bc im writing this while sleep deprived but! the worms. they are going through it!!!

alpha soap who, traditionally, goes for omegas but you—

oh, how he wants you.

it was a fortunate coincidence, one that has johnny turning to the lord if only to give his thanks because he knows that none of this would have been possible if he just happened to be even a minute late. ‘this’ being the shift in the wafting scents that filled up the little, and on the brink of bankruptcy, bookstore in the corner of the street.

it’s never packed in the weekdays so johnny often goes there to unwind when his senses are overstimulated, feeling his eyes straining in their sockets and his throat closing up almost like he’s having an allergic reaction—he’s had it checked before and leslie said he doesn’t have any allergies.

patches are advertised but no one in this town ever sees them as priority because of how archaic the town still remains, but also because almost everyone is bonded. don’t mind the fact that scent patches are not only for single folks but whatever.

point is that if johnny was tired, he would find reprieve in the bookstore long enough that he was able to gather his bearings and brave another trek around the city because a mission is still a mission, and overloaded senses just needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible.

today should not have been any different. today should have just been another quick break; another quiet lull as johnny forced the buzzing senses into silence enough that he could think again.

today should have just been another day.

but then johnny was opening the door to the bookstore at the same time that someone was walking out—knobby shoulders bump against his—and johnny’s emotions flare up, eating at the reason straining at his mind. something like a storm explodes in the corners of his head, and johnny really should have realized then what it was.

it was not just oversensitivity. it was not just another bout of overloaded senses. it was—

something warm churns from the base of his stomach, before winding down his body until it pools on the plane of his spine. it felt like molten glass or liquid mercury; dragging. marking.

sticky. liquorice.

johnny breathes in, the air passing through his mouth instead. then, something buttery—like wine aged within the barrel—erupts on his tongue. it tastes like honeyed new wood.

like an alpha in a rut.

he turns, suddenly hyperaware of everything, before lashing his hand out to reach for the stranger before they could leave. the touch not soothing, and it has the alpha growling at johnny. the sound rumbles from the base of your throat, like an alligator’s bellow, and yet it made johnny’s gums ache. they want his teeth to gnaw. to tear. to mark.

you growl again, this time in warning, and johnny has spent enough ruts to understand what you want. you want to leave. to hightail out of the shop and maybe even the city, before crawling into your bed—not a nest, johnny trills to himself, not with how clean your scent is because you’re unmated—to spend your rut alone.

lord, would you fuck your own fist? or fuck a toy for your knot? would you fuck your hole too? fill it up too, or could you only cum if you are the one doing the filling?

whatever it is, johnny promises to overwrite your lonely experience. he’s here now, after all, isn’t he? and don’t alphas need help?

so johnny still doesn’t let go, his strength exceptional especially against an alpha whose rut is beginning to swell. instead, he replies to your growls with a snarl, one that is ripped from the rumble of his chest, before showing off his jagged fangs.

it is an archaic way of challenging an alpha, and he knows that no one follows the tradition anymore, but habit is difficult to change and johnny finds himself posturing against you, a shocked alpha whose raging storm of lust flickered just enough to allow johnny to fully tug you out of the bookstore and into the little winding path away from the streets. you protest, trying to shake him off, but you are so, so weak and johnny is so, so powerful, and he needs to do something before he could even think about letting you go.

johnny’s seen it done a handful of times back at the base. it’s not something price usually dishes out, but it was something everyone knew he could do. and one that he could do well. johnny remembers seeing it for the first time and thinking that betrayal will never even cross his own mind because there is something far worse than having a target on one’s back and that was—

it was to—

force an alpha into submission.

johnny remembers kyle’s interest and ghost’s morbid curiosity. hell, he even remembers his own anticipation when their captain had dragged a traitor to the centre pit by the scruff, his pheromones overflowing and stifling like a heavy fog. johnny remembers how john had made it seem so easy; how he was able to coax a gentler scent out of connors when price had cornered the alpha to the point that he bore their captain’s full weight. then, johnny remembers the marking.

the way their captain’s teeth dug into connors’ skin before tearing, and tearing, until the bite took. until the mangled mess left on connors’ olive skin would be a permanent fixture.

until connors’ alpha scent turned softer. prettier.

(price led connors to his room, and the two stayed there for days. no one questioned or teased because they all knew that bitching an alpha sometimes was better than breeding an omega.

and their captain had all the rights to call dibs on connors.)

johnny remembers all of this as he leads you away. his palms have turned clammy, gums aching once more with need. with ever-growing desire. he hears you hiss at him, snapping that he better let you go and that he fuck off before you do something he’d regret but johnny is deaf to all your threats because they’re empty.

lord, he knows you could even barely stand up straight right now—your knees knock against each other with every wobbly step. but he lets you talk; lets you use your words as shield because johnny keeps leading you away from view.

he sees a secured nook, one that was hidden away from prying eyes—you’re his, after all—and begins to settle.

to prepare for the feast now that the hunt’s over.

he pushes you forward, until all your front is pressed against the wall. your cheek is smooshed, tiny pebbles digging into your skin, and he knows that all of that would be unpleasant later when the adrenaline’s gone, but johnny can’t find it in himself to care. because he follows soon, folding himself over your back before burying his face on the crook of your neck.

you freeze. johnny takes that moment to take a deep drag of your smell.

your scent fills his senses once again, overtaking his coherence and bypassing his rationality to drown himself in the strong aroma wafting from you. it’s too good, too delicious, that it has johnny rumbling, pleased with himself for picking you up all for him because you will be, and are, his now.

the weight of his tongue and the throbbing of his gums echo his thoughts.

his. hishishis—

“god,” johnny croaks out, the first he’s said since this ordeal. “you smell absolutely divine.”

“sir. sir, please—”

“shh,” he says, pulling the collar of your shirt back. “it’d be over soon.”

“no— sir! i don’t— please—”

blood bursts in johnny’s mouth and his alpha sings in pleasure.

mine. mineminemine.

[yandere-daydreams]

Honestly one Hybrid troupe I love but don’t see a lot is the deer! Reader. They’re still innocent, of course with those doe eyes, but they live for the chase against a predator. What happened when this sweet doe is caught? 👀

tw - manipulation, power dynamics, implied non/con.

no wait,,, bc deer!reader and panther!geto,,, no,,, wait,,,

it's just - you're such an easily scared little thing, quick to run at the first sign of pointed teeth and sharpened claws. he knows he shouldn't, that it's unfair of him to target prey so far beneath his hunting class, but he can't help but linger in the shadows of your usual grazing spot, can't find an excuse not to send those drooling mutts after someone else's meal and let your hopeful little herbivore mind be lulled into a false sense of security by the suddenly serene forest. you're still frightened when he eventually shows himself, but you don't bolt, and he keeps his fangs hidden behind his lips as he smiles and introduces himself, as he lets you pet over his rounded ears and admit you've never met a hybrid quite like him before. you're so unfamiliar with big cats, you don't even register him as a carnivore, much less a threat - taking him by the hand and showing him all of your favorite shortcuts through the forest (all the shortcuts the wolves don't know about, you assure him), all your favorite places to hide when something tries to take a bite out of you. you go on and on about how much you hate wolves, how mean bears can be, how hard it can be to find a watering hole the alligators haven't already gotten to - imparting all your well-earned wisdom onto your new companion without so much as a second thought. if it wasn't such an endearing display, he might've started to think just a little less of you.

when he finally does lunge, it's far too late to get away. Not that you don't try - it's adorable, watching your hoofed feet kick at air, your teary eyes darting to every possible escape route before your instincts realize that you're already trapped, already pinned underneath his larger body. if he wanted to, he could've taken a bite of you right then and there, but you're such a precious thing - so fast and so, so trusting - it just feels wrong not to see how much of a chase he can get out of you.

maybe, if you really manage to impress him, he'll decide to put all that endurance of yours to good use <3

[bogleech]

Top ten imaginary fishes?

I want there to be a freshwater swamp shark again like there was in prehistoric times, there were these long skinny eel shape ones and stuff, one like those

pelican eel but it isn't limited to the abyss, I wanna be able to see a pelican eel at the regular beach

a modern dunkleosteus species but only like 3 feet long, not big enough to kill people just big enough to completely bite hands off

a filter feeding coelecanth species the size of a whale shark

a freshwater agnathan I invented that's like a short fat googly eyed hagfish and bites like a cookie cutter shark, living in muddy rivers. I just want this to exist because they'd be horrible and everyone would dislike them but I'd keep one as a pet and love him.

Mudskipper but it's as big as an alligator and can eat a person

Dragon moray but it's 10 meters long

freshwater walking batfish and it's as big as a person

a flatfish (especially if it's like a tongue sole, they're the best kind) that does the mudskipper thing and crawls around on shore more than it swims.

a parasitic bloodsucking seahorse that will bite people. Just like my vampire butterfly idea, everyone thinks seahorses are just cute and nice so I want there to be one that's more of an ass hole

I feel that too many people are unreasonably scared of the water so I want to make it reasonable for everyone to be.

[homunculus-argument]

I'm fascinated by your post about the "two layer rule," I tried looking it up but couldn't find anything similar. Did you get that from somewhere or is it your own idea? Do you have any resources you would recommend to new writers for world building?

I have no idea where to find it in my own posts anymore (I make 30 000 shitposts per day and don't tag anything), but it's another worldbuilding principle that I came up with at some point: To patch up a plot hole, you only need two or three layers of explanation in order to make it seem like there's infinite depth to it. And you can throw in a third one for fun. And as an example I brought up this:

Question: If vampires can't move in the city streets during daylight, why won't they just move around in the sewer system?

First layer of explanation: They can't go down there, because the sewer alligators will eat them.

Second question, prompted by the first answer: Why are there alligators in the sewers?

Second layer of explanation: They are there to keep the vampires out of the sewers.

Third question, just for fun: But how do the allgiators survive there? Who put them there in the first place?

Third layer of explanation: Sewer nuns. It's their sacred duty to feed and care for the sewer alligators, as a way of keeping the vampires out of there.

Fourth question, which I just came up with on the spot: But why the fuck are vampires vulnerable to being attacked by alligators, of all things?

Fourth layer of explanation: Vampires cannot be harmed by any man-made weapon that is neither silver nor somehow magical. An alligator is not a man-made weapon.

[plaguedocboi]

Bottomless Pits

We post holes here, sir.

Sinkholes, pit caves, wells and cenotes all have one thing in common; sometimes they’re bottomless. Not truly “bottomless”, of course, but in appearance, reputation, or of incredible depth. We’ve seen a few of these “bottomless pits” in prior lists such as the Lost Sea in Tennessee or the Devil’s Hole in Nevada, but today we will focus on those strange places in the earth that seem to be endless.

1. Laguna Kaan Luum, Mexico

This one threw me for a loop because I was originally only seeing pictures like the one above, so I was like ‘oh, that’s cool, so it’s kinda like Dean’s Blue Hole, where it’s an ocean sinkhole right off the shore…’

No. It’s not that. Let’s zoom out a bit.

Yeah. This is a lake with one giant sinkhole in the middle! It’s about 2,000 feet across and reaches depths of 278 feet, with the surrounding shallows a very pleasant 4 feet deep! I’m mostly including it on the list because the full image hit me like a bus.

2. Sima Humboldt, Venezuela

Tepuis are large plateau mountains found across Venezuela, often with sheer sides and inaccessible tops that inspired explorers to imagine dinosaurs still surviving on these isolated mesas. Even on their own, tepuis are incredible, beautiful and mysterious. Add a sinkhole with an even more isolated forest at the bottom, and you have all the ingredients for some crazy shit to happen. Sima Humboldt and Sima Martel are two enormous sinkholes at the top of Cerro Sarisariñama. Humboldt is the largest at over a thousand feet across and nearly the same in depth, with a jungle flourishing at the bottom. The sinkhole forests are home to many endemic species of both plant and animals, but so far, no prehistoric monsters have been found in any of them.

3. Well of Barhout, Yemen

The “well of hell” is a massive sinkhole in the desert, measuring about 100 feet in diameter and plunging down over 300 feet. Understandably, there are many myths and legends about this place, including a story about an evil djinn which lives at the bottom and takes the head of anyone foolish enough to climb in. In fact, so pervasive are these legends that the sinkhole was only formally explored in 2021! Luckily they did not find any evil spirits, but they did find stalagmites which reached 30 feet tall, cave pearls, and waterfalls which provided refuge for frogs and snakes.

4. Myakka sinkhole, Florida

This murky abyss is filled with more than just water, it is also home to over a hundred alligators. Due to the poor visibility and very high concentration of large carnivores, it is very difficult to study this pit. Only a few people have ever glimpsed the bottom of this 134-foot deep sinkhole, but apparently we aren’t missing much because the water down there is stagnant and inhospitable to most life. Exactly why this area is so popular among alligators is still unknown, but it’s likely due to a combination of food availability and ideal temperatures.

5. The Pit cenote, Mexico

Like Cenote Angelita, The Pit is a layered cenote. The first 88 feet is freshwater, then there is a “fog” of hydrogen sulfide, below which lies over 300 feet of brackish water. The Pit is a spectacular-looking cenote, with an almost otherworldly quality, which makes it very popular among divers. So far, this pit has been explored to a depth of 390 feet, but unexplored passages extend further.

6. Thor’s well, Oregon

Like a drainpipe continuously swallowing an unbroken stream of ocean water, Thor’s well is often likened to a bottomless pit. However, it is actually only about 20 feet deep, and the drain effect is due to the fact that it connects back to the ocean, not swallowing the water but simply rerouting it. This does not mean that there is no danger, though. The rocks are slippery and sharp, and this area sees a higher than average number of ‘sneaker waves’; waves that look normal as they roll in but are actually much larger than they appear, potentially sweeping people out to sea as they retreat. The true danger here is the ocean, not the well.

7. Vouliagmeni Lake, Greece

This incredibly beautiful saltwater lake has been rumored to have healing properties for thousands of years, and today continues to draw in visitors for its medicinal minerals and “doctor fish”. But this famous lake hides a secret; a labyrinth of caves whose depths have never been fully explored, and whose connection to the ocean remains undiscovered. Passages stretch over a mile into the mountains, with an average depth of 260 feet. The largest of these caverns is nearly 500 feet wide and full of warm sea water. Although a spectacular diving spot, these unknown caverns are best not underestimated.

8. Santa Rosa blue hole, New Mexico

A gorgeous natural swimming hole, this cenote is roughly 80 feet wide and 80 feet deep (in most places) and is a popular destination for tourists. It was also used for diving certification tests, until an incident in 1976. There is one spot in this picturesque cenote that goes down much further than 80 feet; the entrance to a cave. In the dark, twisting passages, two young divers got lost and died, and the cave was later sealed with a metal grate to prevent other divers from attempting to enter. The cave was mostly forgotten about until 2013, when cave divers were given permission to attempt to map the area. The blue hole is at least 200 feet deep, but the bottom of the cave still has not been found.

9. Roaring River Spring, Missouri

This turquoise river bubbles up from a ten-foot wide pool of deep water hidden within a sheer-sided canyon. But despite its peaceful appearance, this spring discharges 20 million gallons of water a day, and the exact source is still unknown. In 1979, divers attempted to map the cave, but reached a point 225 feet down where the passage constricted and had a water flow like “the force of an open fire hydrant”, preventing them from going any further. In 2020, divers waited until the water flow was lowest in the summer and descended to a depth of 472 feet with no bottom in sight, making this the deepest spring in the US!

10. Your Mom.

I jest, of course. Here’s the real one:

Hranice Abyss, Czech Republic

A tiny greenish lake in the forest is the opening to the deepest freshwater cave in the world, deeper than the Empire State Building is high and still seemingly bottomless. It is so deep that scientists think it may have been formed by a totally different process than most freshwater caves; instead of water eroding away the ground from above, it may have been created by acidic groundwater coming up from below. And this water is extremely acidic, able to burn a diver’s skin if not covered properly. This, combined with fallen trees and other debris, poor visibility, and the sheer vertical drop of the cave, creates incredibly dangerous conditions for diving. Because of this, no diver or ROV has reached the bottom yet. But with a recent study using seismic sensors, scientists have estimated that the abyss may be over a kilometer deep, twice what was previously thought.

[smilingcrittersthingig]

You know, SunCross was only supposed to be a joke

Like “Oh haha this would be funny cause it’d imply Dogday has a type”

I don’t- i dont know how it became like this

I dont know how, what, or why it turned out like this

Daynap used to be my number 2 ship (foodcoloring my #1 beloved)

And then this alligator comes out from the deep dark water and pulls me into this dogator hole and I’m practically drowning now

Same for Catatouille

Frankly I have no clue how THAT ONE managed to get me, like wtf they had nothing in common and there’s no reason to pair them together other than Cat and Mouse

I thought that ship didn’t make sense (personality wise)

BUT THEN WHY ARE THEY STUCK IN MY HEAD

WHY IS IT TOP 3

WHY DONT I EVER MAKE SENSE—

SOBS. CRIES. SHITTING TEARS.

[darknoverse]

@nuctoria i'm GONNA EXPLODE YOU OVER THIS ONE I KNOW YOU'RE NOT ANY BETTER BUT GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

me trying to beat the monster kisser alligations (impossible, failed , it'll happen again)

rewatching the little prince tv series was a mistaaaaaaaaaaake

anyways S/I is simply called Mongoose (they/them She/Her), they're well, a mongoose, the result of the death of the first star ever, instead of a black hole they became this creatura

(their colors without the shading btw :3)

i'm going insane genuinely because they did NOT HAVE TO MAKE A FUCKING SNAKE SO HOT WHY DID THEY DO THAT

also drew your dove too nuctoria look at your dooooooveeeeeeeeee

Taglist:

@candyheartedchy @berryshipbasket

@radaverse @tireddovahkiin

@bloodhoundini @lficanthaveloveiwantpower

@rexscanonwife @ree3942 @sunflawyer

@artcomestolife @self-shipping-crow @mothlessmood @blubberbuns @silverlining-ships @ellie-woody

[jjsmaybank20]

Future Lives

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: A fluffy day at the beach set about 10 years after the suitemates graduation.

Warnings: L-bomb, just fluff, light language

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Sorry there has been such a gap between fics! The request for this can be found here.

navigation  the sex lives of college girls masterlist

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Leighton leans back in her chair, pushing her sunglasses further up her face. To her right lies Kimberly and Lila, and sitting to her left is Bela and Whitney. She smiles at her friends, thinking to herself about just how far they’ve come since that first day in the suite at Essex. 

She buries her feet in the sand, contently closing her eyes. Her peace is quickly interrupted when she hears the familiar squawk of alarm from her wife. Her eyes snap open, quickly searching for you among the people in front of her on the sand, but as soon as she finds you, she rolls her eyes. 

You are face down in the sand, with about 5 kids on your back. Two of them are yours, Noah, and Maia, with matching sandy blonde hair, one is Kimberly’s, Josephine, who shares her mother’s smile, and one is Bela’s, Viaan, who has the same humor as his mom. The fifth is not one that Leighton recognises, but you are known to temporarily pick up a few stray children whenever you play with the kids. It’s one of the things she loves about you, how easy it is for you to match your children’s energy and excitement in everything they do.

 Kimberly taps the blonde, giving her an amused and slightly concerned look. “Should we send the partners to help her, or…” Leighton shakes her head, willing to just let it play out. 

They group watches as you slowly push off the ground, getting up haltingly with kids hanging off of every limb. You jokingly roar and shake them off of you, before shooing them off to go dig a hole or something. 

The kids swarm the rest of the groups’ partners, who have been tirelessly digging out a moat for a sandcastle. Bela’s husband, Kimberly’s husband, and Whitney and Lila’s current boyfriends easily adjust to the new and much younger additions to their team. 

You approach the relaxing friend group, jokingly leaning down to give Leighton a kiss. She shies away, pushing your face in protest and complaining, “Ach! You’re getting sand on me!”

You laugh, taking a step back and replying, “Love, we’re at the beach. This whole damn place is sand.” 

Just as you finish your sentence, you feel little hands grab your leg. Glancing down, your 5-year-old daughter Maia grins up at you. “Mama! You said a no-no word!” You look at your wife, but Leighton just stares back at you with a look that says ‘she’s not wrong’. 

You easily scoop Maia up into your arms, tickling her until she can barely breathe. “Is that right? I said a no-no word?” 

“Stop it, Mama! Mommy, save me!” Maia pushes your hands away, panting out little giggles as she tries to catch her breath. 

You quickly pass the little girl to Leighton, who smooths down her hair and presses a kiss to her forehead. A soft smile forms on your face as you watch your two girls, but your thoughts are quickly interrupted by your son. 

“Mama! Mama! Viaan and I need you to be the alligator in the moat!” You glance at the women in front of you, hoping one of them will help you out, but instead you are met with laughs and Lila shooing you off towards the kids. You throw your head back in fake annoyance but go anyway.

“Why can’t Uncle Arvind be the gator?” You ask the two 7-year-olds, who roll their eyes in that way that all kids do. 

“Daddy can’t be the gator because he’s already the drawbridge!” Viaan responds, and you can’t help but laugh at the bad draw Bela’s husband had been dealt. Brian, Kimberly’s husband, didn’t seem to be faring much better with his daughter. 

“Honey, are you sure you want me to be the throne? I could be your royal advisor instead!” Brian’s suggestion is met by a shockingly sharp glare from Josephine, who vehemently stops her foot and shakes her head in the negative. You smile as he gives in, sitting on the ground so that the young girl can clamber into her lap. 

You lay down in the moat—easily giving in to the demands of the children—and start acting like an alligator. You can’t even find it in yourself to be embarrassed, though, because the smiles on the boys’ faces are worth every moment of silliness. 

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After a while, the kids get bored playing in the sand. They scamper off, allowing you to get up and stretch, shaking all the sand you can off of you. Leighton watches as you walk towards her, moving one of the many beach bags you brought off of a chair so you have a place to kick your feet up.

You collapse into the low-slung seat, leaning towards Leighton as you press a gentle kiss to her cheek. The sigh you let out as you finally relax makes the blonde woman giggle, and the uncomfortable look that you get on your face due to the sand in your swimsuit makes her laugh even harder. 

The rest of your group sits in comfortable quiet for a while, small talk and little comments being passed around. You’ve settled in fully and are engaged in a conversation with Lila about how she found her newest boyfriend (apparently it was through the Uber Eats Instagram page?) when you realize that none of the kids had checked in for a while.

The thought makes you sit up uncomfortably straight, and Leighton turns around when she notices your movement out of the corner of her eye. She quickly takes your hand comfortingly, murmuring, “What is it, babe?”

She watches as your eyes scan the waterline, getting slightly more panicked every time you can’t find the kids. “Love, where are the boys? They have Maia, and Josie. I can’t see them. We shouldn’t have let them go down to the water alone. What if something happened to them? Where are they?!”

She strokes the back of your hand soothingly, pointing straight out in front of you. “It’s okay baby, they’re right there. See?” She makes sure your eyes find where she’s pointing, and she can see you visibly relax as you find your son and daughter splashing around in the part where the waves wash up onto the sand. 

As you get your breathing in check, you finally look over towards your wife with a grateful smile. “Jesus, thank you, love.” You then glance back at the kids. “I think I’m going to go down there. Just to make sure they’re staying safe.” 

Leighton shoos you away gently, and you grin at her before running off. The rest of the group grins at their best friend, who bashfully waves them off. “Oh my god. I never thought I would see the day that Leighton Murray truly went soft. Who knew!” Whitney teases. 

The blonde woman just smiles, keeping her eyes on you and your kids. “Only for them.”

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