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krisssolutions · 2 years ago

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Best Attachments for Excavations in Australia

The excavation business is one of the major businesses in Australia. Its involvement with infrastructure and construction is elementary to the development of the Australian economy. If you’re a player in the industry who focuses on earthmoving and excavation, then getting the best excavator buckets is crucial for success.

Today, we'll be taking a close look at the best excavator friendly products present in the market. Additionally, we’ll also list a few of the revolutionary skid steer attachments you can find in the southern hemisphere. These products are top of the line and can help you improve operational efficiency.

1. Digging Bucket

The best excavator buckets for digging in Australia, are manufactured with precision and high quality. Resultantly, they embody the following features:

● Cat style teeth on CAT buckets

● ESCO Super V Teeth on Kubota buckets

● Side and bottom wear bars for rigidity and greater resistance to high forces

● Pins for greater rigidity and structural integrity

2. Mud Buckets

Excavator mud buckets are one of the most important application-oriented buckets available. They help in clearing tough mud from construction sites and ensure smooth operations. The top features of the best mud buckets are:

● Unique design to suit a wide range of machinery from several different companies like Komatsu, CAT, Bobcat, etc.

● Built for different size ranges, starting at 0.8T to going up to 30/35 T

● Designed with high-grade materials to withstand heavy load pressure and deliver impeccable service for multiple applications

3. Rippers

Excavator rippers are one of the best machine attachments out there. These functional attachments, when bought from the best brand, offer seamless operational efficacy. Some of the key features of high-quality rippers are:

● They are geometrically designed to withstand high levels of load pressure and impact force

● These rippers are angled to ensure that the point of contact of the ripper with the surface is narrow and cutting edge instead of blunt resulting in maximum efficiency

● Size availability of rippers from the best brands is between 1T to 100T

● Ripper teeth styles available include ESCO and CAT to suit a multitude of applications

4. Tilt Buckets

A tilt bucket is a mud bucket with a 45-degree pivot for the left and right sides both. It gives the bucket a total functional area of tilting up to 90 degrees combined. Additionally, these buckets are made with reinforced pivots that can withstand heavy resistance force. The key features of tilt buckets by the best brands are:

● Carries thermal pressure hydraulic oil resistant rubber hose

● End Fitting ⅜” 19 TPI (BSP)

● Strong and Durable construction that can withstand harsh working environments

● Hydraulic cylinders of the highest quality to ensure free movement

These four attachments can easily make your excavator a multi-purpose instrument at excavation operations. Further, for removal of excess debris, we recommend purchasing skid steer attachments like:

● 4 in 1 buckets,

● Bucket grapples

● Palette forks,

● Rake bucket, and more.

To purchase the best machinery attachments, you need to find the right manufacturer online. We suggest checking out Kriss Solutions. With years of industry expertise, they cater to a range of high-profile companies including CAT, Hitachi, Hyundai, Komatsu, etc. The brand also offers competitive prices for attachments that are of industrial grade quality.

Source: https://attachments-excavators.blogspot.com/2023/02/best-attachments-for-excavations-in.html

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nbsjget · 3 years ago

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cowboy-anon · 4 years ago

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It’s a long one, lads, but here’s the ✨ super special whump ✨ I promised! The reason? It’s the amazing @unicornscotty‘s birthday!! (Make sure to wish them a happy birthday! :D ) Happy birthday to one of the first friends I made here on Tumblr. <3 What am I doing to celebrate? Posting a Pirate Whump fanfic (OG story by @unicornscotty, hence it being the present)!!!

!!! Note: You don’t need to read the story to understand this fic, but once you’re finished with this, you ought to if you like pirate whump!

Super amazing story idea courtesy of @milk-carton-whump. Then I made it an AU because rivalry, am I right? Canonically, these two get along pretty well, but a prince and a pirate on the same ship? There’s bound to be some bad blood. Then, of course, a sprinkling of enemies to lovers because why the heck not! :)

Truth be told, I don’t know if it’s whumpy enough. That being said, I’ve been especially bloodthirsty lately, so there probably is enough whump XD. Hope you guys like it!

CW: Accidental self-harm (biting tongue), alcohol mention, bodily fluids (drool and blood), cuts, death mention (in passing), derogatory language towards the classes (monarchs and pirates), hitting, implied murder (but what do you expect with pirates, y’know?), lots of salt and sarcasm, pirate whump, stitches mention, spartan kick, swearing, swords against throats, sword fighting (!!!)

Now, without further ado:

ENEMIES TO LOVERS SLOWBURN AU - ONLY YOU NEVER GET TO SEE THE END >:))))

Alternatively:

Prince v. Pirate

Augustus calls them “scum” one too many times today. Luckily, Alex knows just how to push his buttons back.

They stare into the murky bucket of mop water by the mast, full and swirling with the grayish tendrils of dirty soap and muck from the ship’s wooden floorboards. Alex can feel Augustus’ presence by the bow of the ship. He takes up far more space than Alex realized when the two of them first boarded this boat.

But that’s... perfect, they think slyly. Someone who casts such a long shadow surely has that much more to lose.

“When we first met,” Alex calls suddenly, fighting the amusement in their voice, “you didn’t kill me. I doubt your father will be very pleased to hear that.” They laugh and give the mop another soapy swipe across the deck. Alex looks over their shoulder with a devilish grin. “A prince saving a pirate. A prince too weak to finish them off. I may be scum, but at least I’m not a coward.”

Alex’s grin only grows when they hear the stomp of Augustus’ approaching boots coming down the stairs behind them. “Careful, Gus,” they jive. “That day was a fluke. Mind you, if we do this again, your inexperience will be your downfall.” Alex spins on their heel and laughs at what they see: The prince wielding his sword, carrying himself in a learned but clearly off-centered defensive position. “Very well. I could give you some pointers if you’d like.”

“Pointers?” Augustus scoffs and moves in closer to Alex, sword low to the ground and too tight in his grip. He crosses his feet when he moves, too, Alex notes. All classic mistakes.

“The kingdom’s best sword fighters have been training me since I could walk,” Augustus continues lowly. “ I spar as one of the best in the kingdom. Don’t overestimate your prowess, pirate.”

Alex laughs. “You think sparring is anything like combat?”

“Sparring is combat,” Augustus spits back. “And as far as I can tell, your sword isn’t even drawn. Does that not invalidate all of the claims you’ve made so far as to your knowledge on the matter?” He gestures at Alex with his sword. “One of the first rules, be prepared.”

“Oh, not at all, Gus.” Without warning, Alex takes the mop in hand and swings it at Augustus’ exposed shoulder with a wet crack.

Augustus’ hold on his sword falters when his right hand instantly moves for his injured shoulder.

“First rule, gain the power in the situation.” Alex unsheathes the sword at their hip and holds it out, at the ready, gripped comfortably between their hands. The correct way, they mentally boast.

“You know,” Alex says, motioning with their sword, “if you’d held your blade a little higher and led with your chest, you would’ve been able to block that blow with ease. But what would I know?” Alex runs their thumb over the engraved hilt of their sword, etched with tallies. Ten to be exact. Ten men. Ten dead men. “I’m certainly not a seasoned fighter, not like the beloved prince.”

Alex’s eyes fall back on the prince, still nursing his shoulder with gritted teeth—at least, that’s what he wants them to believe. Alex catches the way his fingers curl around the handle of his sword with newfound determination, the flicker of mischief that crosses his downturned face.

If only he knew who he was dealing with.

Augustus lunges, sharp and quick, favoring his right shoulder but still far faster than Alex expects. But they are expecting it.

Alex drives their sword forward at an angle, and Augustus misses his mark by a good three inches. It was such a simple maneuver, such a simple counter.

“Now you’ve done it,” Augustus growls.

Alex rolls their eyes. “Hasn’t anyone told you good sword fighting comes with a clear mind?”

Augustus doesn’t hesitate with the overhead arc. Alex brings their sword up in a quick parry and forces Augustus’ sword to the left. “Don’t lock your elbows,” Alex quips, coming in with a left cut that Augustus barely avoids. “And never use that move unless your opponent is incredibly vulnerable.”

“Shut up!” Augustus swings his sword hard at Alex’s right side. “I don’t need advice from a pirate!”

Alex notes his breathlessness as they match his swing from the left. The swords collide, loud and dangerous. But Augustus breaks it up before it becomes a battle of strength.

Augustus goes for the arc again. Alex slips to the right and his sword hits the wood with a hollow thunk.

In the time it takes Augustus to get back in position, Alex has their sword at his throat, not quite touching but threatening nonetheless. “What did I say?” Alex purrs, moving in closer. “If your opponent isn’t vulnerable, you are, plain and simple.”

Augustus’s sword crashes into Alex’s, swiping it away from his neck. The motion shocks Alex and stopping the momentum pulls at their back uncomfortably. They barely manage to get their feet underneath them in time to block yet another attack from above with their sword.

Augustus wipes the sweat from his brow when the two part, watching Alex scramble towards the bow of the ship to compose themself. The smirk on his face is undeniable. “Vulnerable enough for you?”

“You’re vulnerable,” Alex snaps back, chest heaving, “and predictable.”

Augustus snarls, taking it upon himself to make the first move once again. Alex sighs but takes their sword to the ready position.

“I’m surprised you’re fighting so fairly,” Augustus muses, advancing on the pirate.

Alex takes a step back and startles when their boot connects with one of the stairs at the end of the deck. They need to move, that much they know, but for now they focus on the princely pain in the ass in front of them.

“Is that so?” Alex steps back onto the staircase, one step, then another, sword extended in front of them. “What does fair mean to you monarchs?”

Augustus’ expression sours as he begins ascending the stairs after them. “All sword, all skill. True combat. Noble combat.”

“‘Noble combat,’ hmm?” Alex reaches the top of the stairs and stops. “You mean as noble as oppression can be, don’t you?”

Augustus smiles, taking another step. “I mean as noble as a piliger who follows it can be.”

Alex nods, feigning understanding. “If I could make one note,” they start.

Augustus glares at them.

“Fighting fair gets you killed.” Alex pulls their sword to the right, and with Augustus’ sword so low, Alex has a clear view of his abdomen. “And playing dirty? Well…” Alex sets their feet. “Pretty par for the course.”

The kick Alex delivers to his stomach is solid. Augustus manages to keep a hold of his sword on the way down, but he hits the ground hard, and the moan that leaves his lips is wretched. Well-deserved but still wretched.

Alex clambers down the stairs and back onto the deck, equally impressed, amused, and horrified to see Augustus getting up so quickly. Augustus keeps one hand on his sword and the other on his stomach, and for a brief moment Alex considers kicking him until he stays down.

By the time Alex decides that’s exactly what they’re going to do, Augustus is on his feet with more fire in his gorgeous blue eyes than Alex’s seen since they started fighting.

This isn’t going to end well.

Augustus straightens and rolls his shoulder with a grimace. “I did say I spar as one of the best, pirate. Part of that is being able to get back up.”

Augustus comes in strong with a ruthless swing to Alex’s right side. Alex brings their sword up and out for a block, and although they don’t end up cut in half, their shoulders ache, then burn with a deep familiar pain. Still predictable, they note, wincing. Thank goodness for that.

Alex isn’t so lucky the next time. Another swipe, fast and aggressive, flies towards their face. Alex sidesteps but trips over their own feet. They’re quick but not quick enough.

They feel it, the sharp sting of sweat mingling with an open wound. Alex brings their fingers to their face and prods gently at where they think the cut is. When they bring them back to look at them, they’re covered in blood, superficial but maddening all the same.

Alex grins, glaring through rich brown curls as they click their tongue. “You’re persistent. I like that. But it does seem like someone needs to work on their timing.”

Alex lunges forward, faking with no spared conviction that they’re going in for a jab and instead plant their foot on the toe of Augustus’ boot. With a spin that’s just as practical as it is for show, they slam their elbow into his jaw. “Like so!”

On their way back to the mast, arm alight with near-paralyzing pins and needles, they catch a glimpse of the trail of blood oozing from Augustus’s lip. He bit his own tongue it seems. Poetic almost.

“Fighting dirty, are we?” Augustus brings his hand under his chin and catches the blood and drool in his palm. “You know, any other time, your kind would be hung for this. But I must admit I’m enjoying this.”

Augustus tosses his handful of fluids across the freshly-mopped deck, more blood than anything else, and wipes his hand on his pants before returning his bloody grip to the sword’s hilt. “Now then. Let’s continue, shall we, pirate?”

Alex bristles at the way Augustus spits it this time, pirate, like it’s poison. At this point, Alex thinks skewering him might not be a bad idea.

But no, that won’t be satisfying, not for the likes of him. Alex wants to humiliate him. They want to win. And all winning requires is submission. That and a little salt in the wound.

“You might want to reconsider, Gus,” Alex says. Their stance is defensive but comfortable, balancing on the balls of their feet just in case Augustus tries to make a move. “It is quite cowardly to submit to a pirate, but if the king knew what I planned on doing to you, I think he’d understand.”

Augustus scoffs. “Meaning?”

“Meaning I sincerely hope you don’t. I’m sure a missing arm would be quite the message to bring back to your fair kingdom.”

Augustus lunges in for a jab, all rage and false-assured thoughtfulness just like Alex expects him to. All it takes is a slip to the side and an outstretched leg to send them stumbling past them, fighting to regain his balance.

“What did I say?” Alex goads at Augustus’ back. “Vulnerable and so, so predictable. Switch up your moves and it won’t be so embarrassingly easy to send you reeling.”

Alex doesn’t even see the side swipe coming, but they most certainly feel the slice across their abdomen. “Fuck!” It’s heat, raw and burning, but it’s not pain, not yet, not with the blood roaring in their ears. They swallow their blooming panic in time to meet Augustus’ next blow, weaker than the rest have been, with equal ferocity.

There’s the shriek of metal against metal, invigorating at any other time, and the swords catch on each other at the hilt—the battle of strength and dexterity Alex was waiting for. Will Augustus break it off again?

Alex meets his eyes through their interlocked swords, brown on blue. No, he won’t break it off, not this time. The wolfish grin hiding the twisted agony behind his eyes says it all. That, and the trembling grip Alex has on their own sword.

“You look unwell, Alex.” Augustus pushes harder against Alex’s block and laughs windedly. “You may want to consider submission.”

Alex pants and grits their teeth. “And let you miss out on a… a valuable lesson? That’d be awfully rude of me.” They push back. “Besides, I could ask you the same thing. How’s that shoulder of yours?”

Alex breaks away and feels the first stab of agony rip through their middle, hard enough that when they swing in retort, their sword almost flies from their unfeeling hands.

“Keep it together,” they whisper, reclaiming their hold on the sword. Then, to Augustus, “If you’d broken the hold purposely, you could’ve reestablished your power in the situation, you know.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Augustus says lowly. Alex notes the cryptic tone in his voice but not fast enough. Without another word, he charges Alex, sword held higher, chest out strong, back straight because of it.

Alex anticipates the collision and holds their sword at the ready, stepping back towards the mast in preparation for the inevitable block. What they don’t expect is the way Augustus’ foot hooks around their own.

Alex’s feet fly out from under them, and this time they’re the one who’s stumbling. In their search for ground, they go blind to everything around them until their back collides with the mast of the ship.

When the space around them registers again, Augustus is right in front of them and his blade puts a threatening pressure against their neck. His breath is hot and wet against their face. Under their chin, they feel the faintest trickle of sweat or, more likely, blood running down their Adam’s apple.

Checkmate.

Augustus stares into Alex’s eyes, still out of breath but gradually recovering. “How about that?” he breathes.

Alex stares back and chuckles softly, then groans at another stab of pain in their stomach as the adrenaline starts to wear off. “Not bad, Prince. Legs further apart though. You’re screwing your balance.” Alex dips their hands between themself and Augustus, careful not to nick themself with the sword at their throat, and touches at the tear in their shirt, feeling around for damage. It’s nothing rum and a few dozen stitches won’t fix.

Augustus follows the movement with his eyes, then raises them back to Alex’s face. “Anything else you want to teach me?”

Alex grins. In one swift movement, they drop their sword, tear the arm holding the sword to their neck away from them, and pull that same arm behind Augustus’ back, shoving him hard into the mast. “Yeah,” they say above his surprised grunt. “Never lose focus.”

Alex gives Augustus’ arm a final rough pull, their chest against his back before pulling away with a huff. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a drink.”

Alex walks across the deck to the sailor’s quarters. They hope Augustus can’t see that their body is on fire.

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parcy-anda · 4 years ago

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I adore the idea of Ruv & Sarv together both platonically and romantically, and that goes double for Whitty & Carol, but I’m also a piece-of-trash multi-shipper with a strong lean towards fluff.

Heads up: no ideas are my own — the inspiration came from this. >v<; I just wanted to shake off some dust and enjoy what I thought was a sweet concept.

My silly rambles are below the cut if you’re interested, but I’m super awkward and will go hide now.

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I was a bit conflicted about posting art of these two, as from what I’ve read, drama following the mods ruined these guys+ for their respective creators but I keep up on some tags out of curiosity, and seeing the post linked above made me want to try something that condensed most of their ideas. I'm a sucker for anything soft and wholesome.

While I did visual research for the characters, dinghies and an intentional + aesthetically-appropriate design for Ruv based on a few species of cold-water [comb] jellies, I had no idea/was-too-stubborn-to-further-research how to draw [jellyfish] sirens or how to handle the lighting effects for a pic like this — and it shows.

Finally: GEEBUS, I don’t know if this is even worth sharing, but as prep, I did sketch a rough concept of siren!Ruv based on visual research. I have no idea if I’ll try to polish this concept, as while Jellies are often inherently frilly, it seems painfully out-of-place for him. @v@

Update: I wrote a silly ficlet to follow up this pic. I’ll hide it here, rather than put it on display in a fresh post. =v=; Apologies for address-repetition, rambling, and the obliviousness trope but if anyone actually likes it, sweetness.

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Whitty kept his eyes on the stars, of which there was no shortage out here. Beyond the light, passing swells, he'd heard the gentle splashing against the boat, and felt something slippery and mitten-like wrap around his shoe. His foot twitched, but he didn't pull away. He knew who it was; after, all, they'd agreed to meet here... in this general area. The open ocean provided few landmarks, but they'd settled on a few miles northeast of the dock Whitty always started from.

It was still really, really strange. He was getting better about trusting the siren, but jellyfish are jellyfish, and he was in no hurry to be stung, accidentally or otherwise. Without moving, he chanced a glimpse to the other end of the boat — Ruv was looking down at something. The sentient bomb heard a gravelly shift — oh... more "treasures".

Lately, the gelatinous merman had been in the odd habit of bringing stones and coral fragments with him, and this time, he'd brought a bucketful. Whitty stifled a hissing chuckle at what he could now tell was bright green plastic. Ruv must have taken some child's beach toy from somewhere. The only thing he didn't really get was why.

Ruv wasn't much of a talker, and was stone-faced as they came. All the bomb-man could tell was that the siren seemed to bring these things for him... and the slight glow of his bioluminescence flared every time Whitty looked at him or said so much as a word. And today, he was ALIGHT. Whitty tensed as he felt Ruv squeeze his shoe tighter... was this in his head, or did the siren look nervous?

Carefully, Ruv lifted the bucket out of the water completely, over the edge and placed it squarely on the floor of the dinghy by Whitty's outstretched leg... and stared. At Whitty. In the glowing, ember-y eyes. Inky drops of "sweat" seeped through the sphere of his head and dripped back down to the fuse... an anxious laugh tumbled between his teeth set in a forced smile.

"Thanks, man." He finally managed to say, glancing briefly at the bucket before looking back at Ruv, who hadn't moved, save for the lightest lapping against the underside of the boat, to keep his balance and place. Whitty usually didn't mind the stargazing, but then, it had never been this quiet or... intensely awkward. You're making it weird, man. Whitty thought to himself worriedly, but gave it a few seconds.

Things did not get better. Silent as before, Ruv's behaviour drastically shifted once more. The glow faded, he sank out of Whitty's view, and the grip on his shoe loosened before disappearing completely. Just slightly alarmed, Whitty planted most of his weight in the middle of the small boat, before stretching his neck to look out over the edge — the siren was still there, face half-submerged and, by the angle of the lone, now-barely luminous eye, not quite facing the boat. With just a crescent moon to light the seascape, Whitty was relieved to see anything... if the glow had wholly vanished, he would have been impossible to distinguish from the water.

"... what did I do, now?" Whitty sighed, trying not to sound too annoyed. He was certainly intrigued by the merman, he wouldn't keep coming back to visit otherwise. They could probably be really good friends if Ruv would actually communicate. But he didn't. He always kept Whitty wondering, and the bomb hated that. He hated not knowing what to expect.

When Ruv stayed silent and with his back to the dinghy, Whitty huffed quietly and turned his attention to the bucket. It was quite the assortment, this time. Some where rough, some smooth, some glossy, some blue, some... very, very round. He picked up that oddball, and his eyes widened as he realized what it was. It was a pearl, a black one, and a pretty good size.

"Okay, w-why? Why do you keep bringing me stuff like this?" He sputtered, holding up the pearl and bucket. He'd tried asking questions before, but seldom got normal or satisfactory answers. He hoped this time would be different.

He got a reaction, at least: he caught the eye angling slightly back toward him, and a flicker of light returning. He could have sworn he saw the mouth twitch, though mostly into a frown. When Ruv's hands weighed delicately on the top of the stern, Whitty sat back in an effort to keep the boat level. Taking in what body language he could, Whitty saw now, just how tired Ruv appeared to be, as if it was all he could do to keep his one eye open. With a sense of urgency, Whitty dragged himself back to reality, gesturing emphatically as he asked again: "Why? What's this for? Use your words, man."

Immediately, Ruv's eye narrowed and his slight frown deepened, prompting a small flinch from the bomb. Whitty was fully expecting to be stung, and braced himself for it, eyes closed. He nearly jumped out of his skin when instead, he heard a THUD against the dinghy's edge. Then again, and again. Opening his eyes, he saw Ruv repeatedly, quite deliberately, throwing his forehead into the side of the boat. Apparently, he was frustrated, too.

Whitty was about to tell the siren to cut it out when it suddenly stopped. Ruv's head was now set still against the stern, shoulders rising, then falling in a quiet sigh, before he rested his chin on the rim between his hands. The face Whitty took for 'tired' before now simply looked defeated. The bomb-headed young man refrained from saying anything, realizing words were only flustering the merman, but he knew Ruv could talk. They'd talked before... mostly Ruv just said he wasn't going to sting Whitty, but still, Ruv had spoken. There was no point in acting like he couldn't.

So lost was he in his thoughts, he'd hardly noticed himself nearing the boat's edge. For a moment, he thought he'd leaned in on his own, as if to listen closely for an answer, but... no. The movement had been completely subconscious. Oh, f- this isn't some legit-siren shit Ruv's pulling, right? Probably not, hopefully not. I mean, I'm definitely in control of my thoughts. He was snapped out of those thoughts by another sigh from Ruv, even though he had yet to say a word.

Silently, Ruv took the pearl and held it up between his and Whitty's faces — he should get that, right? Looking around it, Whitty's face proved puzzled still. Agitated, Ruv snatched a piece of volcanic glass he'd found from the bucket, placing it over Whitty's hand and wrapping his own over both, before expectantly looking back up to his land-dwelling friend's face. That nervous smile was back, and Whitty had to laugh off the awkwardness while he searched for the words.

"Aha...ha... this stuff looks... kind of like me?" He asked more than said, glancing a few times between the contents of the bucket and Ruv — there were a number of articles reminiscent of his clothing and skin's colors, not to mention textures. Whitty's heart spasmed violently at the way Ruv's face quite literally lit up. Reluctantly, he spun his free hand in a wheeling motion, continuing, "... which means...?" The glow flickered, but remained and Whitty thought he saw Ruv's eye twitch. The bomb grimaced before trying to intuit the meaning behind this, "Yes, please! Spell it out!" It was weird as hell, but he needed to know what it meant, and it was high time Ruv just gave him a straight answer.

Mista-BIG MISTAKE. — was the only coherent thought Whitty managed, as for a moment, all his senses could register was a splash and icy water enveloping him face-first. He'd been hauled from the boat and into the dark, frigid ocean. On instinct, he struggled, panicked against the feeling of cold seeping into him, and he gasped the second he felt air on his face. He took a second to process what was happening now:

He was breathing, his head was back above water... he was... not being strangled, even though it felt terrifyingly similar. Ruv was thoroughly wrapped around him, his face pressed into the bomb's neck and... nuzzling? It made Whitty squirm at first, it really was a bit of a disturbing sensation, but then suddenly, he stiffened and warmed all over as a blush spilled across his face and the realization dawned on him. If the siren hadn't been keeping him afloat, he'd have sunk for lack of movement. He was frozen in an entirely different sense now.

#fnf ruv #fnf whitty #fnf au #just fluff #whitruv

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secretadventuresociety · 4 years ago

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Episode 27 Recap

What’s up SASholes?! I’m Bren; resident SAStorian and note-taker extraordinaire. Welcome to Episode 27: Under New Management.

The Xarus Problem

We last left off with Kess staring down her jilted ‘lover’ (I mean, if you can call an arranged husband a lover), Xarus, who had just revealed he now owns her childhood home. Well, I say home. I guess childhood MANSION is technically more correct. Anyway, as this red-headed scum delights in Kess’ confusion, a flock of guards file in behind him all dressed in black; anticipating an attack. True to form, Pearce leans over to Kess and asks if he should shoot him, and she waves him away, blowing the whole thing off as a joke. Turns out that ole Xarus lost his humor in a tragic Born-Without-A-Soul accident, so he stares back flatly and invites the group to dinner; suggesting the trio clean up beforehand.

Kess loudly announces that her mother (Norse), Zev, Kü, and Pearce are going to… help… brush her hair? And Xarus just accepts it?? So the definitely-not-suspect group file up to Kess’ bedroom, led by Norse. The party takes in their spotless lavish surroundings in a mixture of disgust and disbelief-- and then they find their destination. The room might as well be adorned with a neon sign reading ‘Messy Kessy’. The colors inside are dark and earthy, with flora and drawings of fauna littering the walls, lit by a majestic bay window. In an awkward silence, Kü compares the living space to the shit-covered walls of his cavern home, then switches gears to ask if all fathers come with so much tension.

Norse gently explains that Xarus isn’t Kess’ father, but was her husband-to-be, who recently took over the house and the super-secret ‘family business’. Surprise-- Kess’ family is a band of merry Robin Hoods who keep Mardosta eating with silver spoons. Despite being there the whole time— Norse doesn’t quite understand how the boring, ginger-haired square of a man grew the balls to overthrow their reign of thievery; but she momentarily morphs into fantasy Vin Diesel (not actually, I know it’s a little weird ‘cause technically she’s a changeling and very much COULD do that) and tells Kess they can handle it As A Family.

An Iris by Any Other Name

After assuring The Nobodies aren’t going to kill Xarus in his sleep, Mama Shadowmore pulls Kess aside and leads her to the family greenhouse. It smells overwhelmingly like smoke, and as they enter, Kess sees hundreds of her black and white flowers. You know the ones. Norse then tells her how they tried to cover Kess’ absence, the way she would go into the greenhouse to just sit somewhere that smelled like her daughter (OUCH, dude), and all about the first night she saw one of the Irises appear. From that night on, Norse and Kess’ father Arthur would sit and wait for a flower to bloom; knowing somehow it was connected to their daughter’s safety. Now, if you thought your teeth were rotting out from the sweetness already-- that’s when Kess hugs her mom for the first time in years, and sometime during the embrace, Norse drops her high elf facade and embraces her daughter in all her changeling glory before Kess grows a flower just for her. Touching stuff. You crying yet? No? Just me?

Dry those eyes, though, because now we’re on to some shenanigans. As Kess and her mom are off repairing their relationship, Pearce and Kü attempt to make themselves at home. After grabbing a drink with Zev, the pair stake out a guest bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. Pearce ushers Kü inside and offers to guard the door as he showers, which the kobold has CERTAINLY done before. Tons of times. In his underground home. Despite this setback, Kü figures out the tub quickly, but the challenge becomes when he needs to drain the water. He finds a bucket, remembers that the toilet gets rid of its own fluid, and scoops up the grimy bathwater like a scaly Mickey Mouse. But that’s not all. Getting to the bottom of the tub, he notices a chain floating in the dregs and hauls out a crowbar to liberate it.

Pearce, hearing a sudden thump and fearing a sneak attack, manhandles his way into the bathroom and finds a wet Kü who laments about the ‘necklace’ at the bottom of the tub. The gunslinger quickly realizes it’s a chain for the drain (heh, a rhyme) and shoves Kü out. He then takes a pile of Zev’s clothes he found and dresses, appalled at the deep-v tunic and skin tight leather pants he is now sporting. Being his only choice, he chastely covers his bare chest and spikes his hair, coming out of the bathroom to help Kü shine his helmet. Yes, that helmet. Pearce is making Mother’s skull GLEAM. Kess, after realizing she could just change her form in lieu of ACTUALLY bathing, brings Kü a long silk tunic to replace his dress and steals a white button-up from her dad for Pearce. Now they’re Awkward Dinner Party ready!

Evil Exes, Amirite?

In case you’ve forgotten, Kess has a Brady-Bunch-worthy family. She runs into her dad, and later all three of her brothers: Zev, his twin Voss, and Rook. However, these aren’t all of the introductions the party is subjected to. As they enter the dining room in what I can only imagine is Oh My God They’re So Hot Slow Motion (with Kess donning her owl, Tibbins, for intimidation), they lay eyes on an unfamiliar and unimpressed elven woman who Xarus introduces as Sienna-- his current fiance. Well, he sure did move on fast. Between Sienna’s eye rolls, Kü’s harried feasting, and EVERYONE’S overwhelming discomfort, Xarus describes how he grew suspicious when Kess disappeared. After a little digging, he found out about the family’s arrangement with the city’s mayor, Vendreth; how he caught her criminal parents and promised them protection if they used their forces to help his failing city thrive.

Kess doesn’t see any issue, but Xarus laments that the townspeople have no idea who is running the show. It’s a clear threat, as Kess realizes the denizens would run them out of Mardosta if they knew the truth. Happy with himself and his mind games, Xarus invites his elven mistress to retire to their chambers with him…. if you know what I mean. She emotionlessly agrees, and the two leave the family alone. The Nobodies excitedly chatter about their exploits; no adventure going untold. Kü even introduces his mother, Marrow, and spends a moment praising Norse for being a good mother too. Pearce changes the subject to their treasure map, showing it briefly to Voss. He has no idea what the X’s could mean, but implores them to keep him updated. Norse then asks how long the party is staying-- enticing them with an upcoming festival that is SURE to have stickmeat. Kess proposes they stay for a while, saying they could make use of the family library and also figure out what the X closest to Mardosta hides.

Pearce not-so-subtly asks about the family’s trading habits, mostly trying to gauge if they have any dealings with his absent father. Turns out this ain’t an arms race, it’s a goddamn scene, and with routes halted in Larsham and Evercrest, the business has slowed down to a trickle. Kess breaks the business talk with a proposal for her companions and her siblings to go out on the town, and so they all prepare for a night in Mardosta. Pearce grabs his gun, Kess raids Rook’s training room for daggers (noticing a hefty potion collection), and everyone bundles up for the biting weather as they walk to the docks.

The Return of Nice Ghost

Kü spots a stationary boat in the water, with a rumpled dragonborn climbing out of it. Sus. As they get closer, they notice that it’s not a boat at all, but a disguised opening to a meeting spot called ‘The Underfrost’. Kess leads them down the cavernous tunnel lined with torches until they reach the bottom. Once there, they feast their eyes on merchants, a bar, and an imposing fighting pit-- all teeming with figures of all races. Kü jumps on the chance to, as he so eloquently describes it, ‘fuck shit up’; racing off with Voss and Zev in tow to sign up to battle. Kess instructs Pearce to place bets for the both of them as she grabs drinks… which turns out to be a monumentally bad idea. Pearce throws down 500 gold on Kü for himself but-- without express instructions from the druid-- dumps out her bag and wagers all of her 1,275 pieces of gold.

It turns out Kü is the next challenger to face… get this… Dickius Muscular. Is it his fantasy God-given name or a stage moniker? The world may never know. In any case, fervent hands push him toward the pit-- one attempting to remove his helmet. In retribution, Kü bites the tip of the offending person’s pinkie off, keeping his adornment as he summons a flood of shadows from it to cover him in armor. Thus the fight begins, and the massive goliath Dick...ius attacks our boy Kücifer with a mace in a blinding rage. Kü retaliates with his Bonemerang-- and when that does less damage that he expected, he summons Nice Ghost to keep him company. The spectral being chases after the goliath relentlessly; booping him any time he can come close. Dickius flees from the spectre, pursuing Kü-- who wreaths himself in shadow and disappears. Out of the darkness comes two fireballs, liberated from the kobold’s dwindling necklace.

Amazingly, this blast does not take his opponent out-- so Kü chugs a health potion as his vision suddenly goes green. He smells smoke and hears Mother in his head, asking to take a turn. He can do nothing but stare at Dickius as the shadows leave Kü to snake around the goliath and squeeze. Though deeply in pain, Dickius breaks free and heaves one last attack at Kü-- rendering him unconscious and sending Nice Ghost back into oblivion. With that, Kess rushes in to heal her friend, momentarily pissed at Pearce for losing all her money. Back on his feet, Kü shakily requests to be taken to bed, and the gunslinger scoops him up like a child and carries him; only to be repaid with a flow of vomit down his back as the kobold recovers slowly from his trauma. Still, Pearce keeps his composure and reassures Kü that he fought well, but begs him to try to sleep.

The Scream Heard ‘Round the Mansion

The group groggily returns to the family home and branches off to their respective rooms. Pearce gently lays Kü down and tucks him into bed before searching for a piece of paper and a writing utensil to pen a short note. He slips 200 gold into it and scrawls ‘I’m sorry’ onto the page. He slips out of the guest room to try and find Kess’ door-- and the one he picks, unbeknownst to him, is her parents’. However, our boy tried his best, so he returns to Kü; watching him as he sleeps. This dad-like worry Pearce has got going on makes me SOFT, y’all. I need MORE.

Kess, however, forgoes sleep for a time and instead grabs a bottle of wine from the kitchen. She takes it to the greenhouse and attempts to grow her second flower of the day-- which she has never done before. It takes a little more effort, but it does sprout, and she pleadingly asks to speak with the friend she grows them for. She waits, but no answer comes. Kess finishes the wine and stumbles up to her room, leaving the window open for good measure. She and Kü are sleeping soundly while Pearce fitfully wakes up from his perch on the sleeper sofa every so often to watch Kü’s chest rise and fall (PASS ME THE TISSUES). During one of his half-awake moments, Pearce watches the candle in the room extinguish and simultaneously hears a scream coming from downstairs.

Leaving the passed out kobold, Pearce takes off, only to be intercepted by Kess, who we all know has the passive perception of a dog waiting for you to drop that pepperoni on your pizza, Karen. She pulls him into the stairwell and they end up at the opening of Xarus’ chambers-- Sienna standing speechless in the doorway. When she ends up being less than helpful, the duo slip into the room, immediately laying eyes on the lifeless body of Kess’ failed groom. I wish I could say I was at all upset about this revelation, but I would be lying to you, dear readers. However, we now have a murder mystery on our hands! WHODUNNIT?!

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TL;DR

Our heroes attended a dinner party more uncomfortable than all of my family reunions put together. Talk about second-hand anxiety!

Kü is the Underfrost Fighting Pit Champion in my heart and I hope he gets a rematch against… *checks notes* the Goliath’s dick.

RIP, Xarus— ex-fiancé and stick in the mud. See you in hell.

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Kess’ed Be and catch the next session over at twitch.tv/lochness on July 21st at 7:30CST/8:30EST! AND if you’d like to watch THIS episode, you can find it at the link below: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyi5JkW-SNY

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raijinhasverybigpecs · 5 years ago

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random nsfw headcanons. oops

(they’re for the male gods cuz’ i’m gay lmao. also not every male god is here bc i can’t think of anything lol. most of these are obvious as well but we need to talk about them more)

wukong either freeballs it or wears a jockstrap while fighting. his pants are pretty thick so it doesn’t show but if you get him worked up then he won’t hesitate to unashamedly readjust himself in plain sight of his partner to throw them off. he’s not above throwing his underwear at you after a match if you’re into that smell kink stuff as well. he’s often lazy and having a major ego means he’s very into worship and compliments while you’re getting intimate. it’s all too easy to imagine the asshole lying down casually with a smug grin on his face, his dick straining against his boxers and wukong asking you to help him get those pants off. with your teeth of course, he likes to see a little struggle of course and waiting makes you more eager for the main course~

achilles... hair pulling. duh. he’s a cocky power bottom though and won’t give up control without a fight (which he often wins) but if you can overpower him then that’s when he really gets into it. more flirty than outright sexual like wukong, more likely to give you a hot striptease than to whip out his dick or something lmao. also likes dressing up himself or his partner as foreplay, it can be anything from some athletic gear to lingerie

ao kuang likes bdsm, he loves being powerful status-wise and on the battlefield but getting his partners to call him sir in the bedroom is a whole lot more acceptable than flooding villages n what not. super big fan of bondage, ties his partners in expensive silk and loves knowing that his partners are at his mercy. likes begging and needy subs, he’ll be a whole lot more dominant if you are bratty though. aftercare usually involves a tea tray of some sort and resting in ao kuang’s arms as he softly whispers words of praise and helps you recover. oh, and he’ll give you hickeys but will make sure to put them in places where you won’t get knowing looks from the other gods (cough cough wukong cough cough)

it’s basically canon that erlang likes pup play right? he’s not a very sexual person but when he’s in the mood for something interesting he’ll put on the collar. lots of blushing, big praise kink and he learns real fast but don’t expect him to do anything too crazy, he’s too sweet for anything darker :^V

chaac’s very vocal about what he likes and what he doesn’t like (nipple play is obviously a big like!). he’s into getting his partners off before himself and likes it when his lover doesn’t take things too seriously. it may be ~hot n heavy~ but that doesn’t mean he can’t be romantic by kissing you softly and telling you how beautiful you look. he bounces pretty easily between positions and doesn’t mind at all if you take the lead. also he’s an ass guy lol

xbalanque uses a lot of sex toys, makes him feel like he’s hunting in a way (trapping his prey with cuffs, etc.). also a power bottom (better than achilles but i won’t tell anyone), y’all know he’s got that back arch for the gods

raijin. my boy. an idiot. i’ve talked about it before muscle worship really gets him turned on, keep going on about how strong he is while he’s jerking off as you feel him up, teasing his nipples and squeezing his ass and he’ll cum buckets

tyr likes masturbation a lot, the guy gets lonely so he’s very intimate w/ that. likes frottage a lot as well and he likes getting compliments about his body like raijin. he’s not very loud, he tries to keep himself quiet so his breath gets heavy real quick. also likes seeing his partner’s face. herc’s probs like tyr, definitely more of a top though. definitely into that muscle worship as well! shows off his strength by picking you up in more obscure positions

bacchus can literally do anything and is basically always horny. bet he likes face sitting n rimming a lot though! also there’s probably some indulgent gluttony/feeding kink somewhere but then again the guy’s probably into watersports as well so there isn’t isn’t any boundaries with him

olorun is like ao kuang but he’s less into the s/m aspect. he cares too much to really dominate his partner but he’ll always put them before himself. has great control over himself and enjoys it when when you try to get him turned out but end up all horny yourself and he has to take care of you. also just imagine what he could do with his creation powers ;^)

vulcan is a huge sex toy guy and he’s more than happy just to experiment on his partner and keep tipping them over the edge again and again and again. he’ll just jerk off on their face or something later anyways. also really into massages, the guy is sore from work all the time so he’ll be putty in your hands if you rub his shoulders

#ok im done #oops im gay #it's under a read more so y'all can't @ me lmao

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kim-mins3ok · 6 years ago

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About Me Tag

Rules: Tag the person who tagged you, answer the questions, tag 10 people ~

I was tagged by the amazing @exoplvnet who singlehandedly raised me from my Tumblr slumber. Thank you bby girl 💕

How tall are you? I'm in and around 5'9

What colour and style is your hair? I'm currently brunette but intend to go that silvery lilac colour soon and I'm growing it out so it's pretty long, v curly & frizzy.

What colour are your eyes? They're blue with a lil touch of grey in them.

Do you wear glasses? Nope.

Do you wear braces? I did until just before I went to uni. My teeth were wild, I had 3 rows, so a lot of work had to be done before I got my braces which is why I had them so late in life.

What's your fashion sense? I love nothing more than a v 90s style pair of stompers, like Fila Disruptors. Also a fan of bucket hats and gaudy coats. Aside from that I'd say a pretty standard seasonal atire 🤷‍♀️

Full name? Hannah L Thompson my middle name is a secret that half of my family members don't even know

When were you born? 02.04.1998 (2nd of April for my American friends)

Where are you from and where do you live now? I'm from Belfast in Northern Ireland and I'm once again living in Belfast after a couple years in London.

What school do you go to? I am no longer in education but the secondary school that I went to was Belfast Royal Academy. It was incredibly average 🤷‍♀️

What kind of student are you? I was that lucky ass bitch who didn't revise at all yet never failed a single subject. Skived a lot and was in an all out war with my art teacher.

Do you enjoy school? Like I said, it was incredibly average. Uni was a blast though.

Favourite subject(s)? I loved the arts, specifically Literature, Theatre Studies and Art & Design. That was my shit. Also history on the dl

Favourite TV show? Currently it's Game of Thrones, tis' the season and all that.

Favourite Movie? The Princess Bride or The Lost Boys or The Goonies or Dirty Dancing or Gangs of Newyork

Favourite Books? I love Milk and Honey, The Foxhole Court Series, The Raven Cycle Series, and I grew up on Harry Potter, Percy Jackson and The Maze Runner so I have a super soft spot for them all.

Favourite pastime? Reading, writing, drawing, watching the ice hockey and sleeping. I'm a wild one.

Do you have any regrets? Sure I do. Who doesn't?

Dream Job? I'd love to be something like an author or sports journalist. Like if I ever get paid to write poetry? That'd be where it's at.

Would you ever want to get married? Yeah definitely at some point.

Would you like to have kids? No. Nope. Never. There's a real mutual dislike there.

How many? 0

Do you like shopping? It's all right. I mean it's far more enjoyable and less reliable online.

What countries have you visited? I've visited all of the UK & Ireland aside from Wales, France about a thousand times and booking to go again soon, Mejorca and currently saving to go to Asia and Canada 👌

Scariest Nightmare you've ever had? When I was a kid I had three recurring ones that scared me shitless. The one I had the most was about this cat and dog who were sword fighting on their hind legs in full medieval garb on telephone posts. The cat would come down and kidnap me, my two sisters and my granny and take us to its castle in the field outside my primary school. It sounds ridiculous but 4 year old me was afeared.

Any enemies? Ofc, I'm an Aries, I thrive off of making enemies of people.

Any significant others?

Do you believe in miracles? Nope.

How are you? Pretty good if not a little tired 😊

Tagging: @sarcasmisalifechoice @xpastelgrungeheartx @pjmlog @incrediblybiased @cheolliesangel @jongdaeandaflower @yunhos-gf and a couple new mutuals who I'd love to get to know better! @atinymoonlight @xxksyca and @ anyone else who wants to do this and say I tagged them 🤙

#obvi you don't have to do this #and just as forewarning my blog is going to be a low key mess of catching up with tags #thanks for tagging me bbygirl #always appreciate it!#about me ~

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bucketteeth · 5 months ago

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writeraquamarinara · 6 years ago

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how is your summer going? 🌸

Summer 2k19 has felt super long (I’ve been home from uni since the 1st of May, worked May and June, then went away for most of July, and I still have a few weeks left at home until I leave for uni again), but also super short (I’ve checked very little off my summer bucket list thus far). Then again, I feel that way about a lot of stretches of time, so it hasn’t really been any different from past summers or seasons.

Here’s a quick recap of my summer, in a little bit more detail than that vague paragraph above, if anyone’s interested in the ups and downs, highs and lows (”of high school football”--sorry, I couldn’t help myself):

road tripped home from uni with my father; switched my med doses; had an ensuing mental breakdown about going back to uni on said lower dosage; dragged as many friends to the Met as I could; worked in the Garment District; got to visit the Intermix and Sies Marjan ateliers; met designers and resource managers (and therefore heard some nice gossip) from Prabal Gurung, Brandon Maxwell, Thom Browne, Zero + Maria Coneja, etc.; switched internships to work at a law firm; became way too familiar with the mta schedules and delays; got deathly sick before leaving for Europe; accidentally got served a gin and tonic on the flight over (thx Swiss Air); saw my family; explored an old Italian fortress; became v suspicious that the tour guide's plan was to brick us into the secret tunnels a la Casket of Amontillado; dealt with my mother’s manipulative meltdowns; travelled to Florence and filled my camera roll with pictures of All the Art; nearly passed out climbing Brunelleschi’s dome; drank Lemon Soda until I couldn’t anymore; drove through the Alps to explore Geneva; bought some original German Haribo gummies while there; flew home and was filled with the usual sense of Wow I’m Glad to Be Back in New York (until I got stuck in traffic); made some s’mores with friends; got way too drunk; slept far too little; booked an appointment with a new therapist; found out I probably need to have all four wisdom teeth removed before heading back to school; did some writing, some painting; had a breakdown or two (or ten) in between, and then went on a run to feel better about my life.

#anon #asks #answered #a run = no more trauma #right?#sure

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matsbarzal · 7 years ago

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I’m on a Boat - Morgan Rielly

Note: bye i couldn’t think of a title for this so here ya go!! so like it’s super shitty and not v good smut, but regardless, enjoy :) but also there’s a possibility i may be deleting the requests for smuts just bc i don’t rly have a muse to write them anymore

Smut: Yes | No

Warnings: smut tbh

Request: Could you do a Morgan Rielly smut?

It wasn’t often that Morgan and you had time alone while he was back home in British Columbia, usually he had family and friends over every day, and if he didn’t, usually it was because the two of you had been asked to someone’s house. You usually didn’t mind, you loved Mo’s family, and his friends, but you felt like you hadn’t had any time to yourselves, and it felt like you’ve been sharing him with the whole world for the last year.

This is mainly why you practically begged him to go out on the water today, before he could make plans, saying that you wanted to spend time together, alone.

Morgan eagerly accepted, practically running out to the boat to make sure everything was in order and it didn’t need fuel or anything. While he did that, you made sure to pack a cooler with water bottles and a few snacks just in case you got hungry, or worse, stranded.

Throwing some light clothes over your bathing suit, you went outside to meet him by the boat, lugging the cooler behind you.

“You’re sad. You can’t even lift that dainty little cooler?”

“Shut up, Mo, not all of us workout every day and get paid for it, jackass.”

Laughing, Morgan grabbed the cooler from your shoulder, easily lifting it onto the boat. He gestured for you to step on, playfully slapping your butt when you stepped in front of him. You turned around to slap his hand, but he easily dodged that, pushing you gently to get you on the boat so he could step on behind you.

It was a decent sized boat, enough to fit a few people, and easy for a relaxing day on the water. Morgan let you get comfortable before he turned it on, driving away from the dock and towards the middle of the water where you were both hoping to get some peace and quiet.

His hand was gently laid on your thigh, occasionally squeezing it as the view of the dock grew further and further away, until it was just a little miniature spot in the distance. He kept going until he was in the middle of the lake, far away from everyone else who had made the decision to go on a boat ride during the unusually beautiful Vancouver weather.

Turning the ignition off so you wouldn’t run out of fuel during your stay, you pulled one of the water bottles out and handed it to him, the quietness between you two having a more peaceful than awkward aura to it.

“What made you decide to wanna go on a boat ride, just me and you?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you picked at your fingernails, choosing not to answer.

“Is it because you just wanted me alone so you could push me in the water and steal the boat and all my money? Never pegged you as a gold-digger, (Y/N).”

Pushing his shoulder, “Oh shut up, Mo” you grinned at his expression, a look of hurt flying across his face.

“So, what is it then? Getting territorial and worried that my step-aunt is gonna steal me away from you forever?”

Laughing, you shook your head, “shut up, Mo. I just feel like we haven’t spent that much time together lately, just you and I.”

Nodding his head to signify that he understood what you were saying, he gestured towards the cooler which you were currently trying to empty. “Packed us a full on picnic today, eh?”

“I don’t think granola bars and water bottles can be considered a picnic, but sure, Mo.”

Rolling your eyes, you tossed him one of the bars which he easily caught, taking less than twenty seconds to unwrap and shove half of it in his mouth. Puckering up his lips after he finished chewing, crumbs of granola littering his lips, he gestured for you to kiss him.

“Clean your lips and maybe I will.”

Morgan tried to move closer, his lips edging closer and closer to yours, everything about his stance demanding attention. “Just kiss me, (Y/N).”

You jokingly grumbled, pressing your lips against your boyfriends for a swift, quick kiss, before abruptly pulling away to grin at him. “Good enough?”

“No.”

Morgan immediately latched his lips on yours, greedily pushing his tongue in between your teeth to heat up the kiss. You could feel him gently grinding into you, the bulge in his pants being the hint that he was currently going through the same predicament that you were going through, yours just less obvious.

There were a few perks to Morgan’s boat, one being the fact it was decently big, and the second being the comfy cushions that outlined the edge of the boat. This enabled people to take naps or to just lie down if they got tired, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that neither of those were going to be the case for why they were going to be used today.

Your boyfriend pulled away to look down at you, lust practically sweeping off of him, from the glint in his eyes, all the way down to the bulge in his shorts. “If you lay down on that bench, we’re not stopping, even if someone sees. I hope you know that, so you should probably choose wisely.”

Knowing there were no lies in Morgan’s statement, you sat down on the bench behind you, a grin in your eyes and on your face.

An even larger grin took over the hockey players face, a mischievous, yet turned on, littering across his face. He shifted you over and sat down beside you, gesturing to his lap and beckoning for you to sit on it. You easily obliged, crawling onto his lap so you were facing him, hands on both sides of the railing behind his head. You leaned forward, just as he did, your lips touching as his hands placed themselves on your waist.

You eagerly ground down against the bulge in his shorts; the usually ever-so-calm Morgan was most definitely not calm anymore. His hands were eagerly rubbing up and down your sides, going up higher and down lower every time they moved. You tried to move your hands to the bottom of his shirt, gesturing that you wanted it removed, which had him detaching his lips from yours so you could lift his shirt off his body.

Morgan reciprocated the gesture, lifting your arms so he could remove your shirt, leaving just your bathing suit top on your body. “Can’t take this off, I don’t want to have you being fined for public nudity.”

“Oh yeah, cause’ I’m the only one that’s gonna be nude today, eh, Mo?”

Pushing up towards you, Morgan grinned, “I was thinking more of a quickie, no clothes off, just push your bottoms aside and I have a hole in my shorts for a reason, babe.”

Quirking an eye at him, “Wow, you’ve got this all planned out, don’t you?”

Instead of answering your question, Morgan pressed his lips to yours against, his hand slipping down so it was now between your legs. He swayed from touching where you wanted him the most, instead kneading your thigh with his large hands, while smirking into the kiss which was once again just a battle of dominance between the two of you.

Your tongues battled each other, each one wanting to come out victorious in the others mouth, but neither backing down so it could. Without thinking, you pushed yourself down against his hand, and ultimately, his bulge. He groaned, which allowed you to shove your tongue between his teeth. You continued to grind down on him, the kneading of your thigh having stopped a few minutes ago. After a few more minutes of this, he gently pushed you off him and onto the bench beside the two of you.

“You’re a tease, and I don’t appreciate it. Two can play at that game, though.”

You weren’t even able to get a word out before he was shoving his hand under your skirt, the only thing truly separating him from your core being the flimsy piece of bikini, which his hand easily pushed aside. Morgan began to gently rub at your clit, his large fingers eagerly hitting the spot that had you moaning, quite loudly.

He continued this for a few minutes, getting you wetter and wetter so that he wouldn’t have a problem when he did decide to finally slide something other than his fingers into you. By the time he pulled his fingers away from your core, you were a withering mess, moaning and shaking a little at the feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing against the bundle of nerves, and when he did pull away a small groan of protest left your lips.

Grinning down at you, Morgan untied the top of his shorts, pulling them down a bit so his cock could spring free. Your hand moved involuntarily to envelope his member in your palm, the width being too large for your entire hand to fit around. He allowed you to move your hand a few times, before gently prying it off and moving so his member was positioned at your entrance.

Easily sliding in, Morgan began to gently pump into you, allowing you to get used to the feeling and so it didn’t hurt. You moved your hand to grip his bicep which was positioned to the side of your head, indicating that he could continue, harder and faster.

You both groaned as the hockey player on top began to pick up speed, easily using his endurance and strength to hold himself up and pump into you. Your one hand moved down between the two of you to rub at your bundle of nerves, wanting to get off when Morgan did as well.

It took him a few more thrusts, but after a few minutes of loud moans and squeaks as your ass slid down the bench, you felt him go deep and then the regular feeling of him pumping his load inside you began. Morgan groaned into your ear, while you moaned in unison, your own orgasm overtaking you.

He slid out of you, both of you huffing, trying to catch your breath. After a few seconds, he turned to you, a lopsided grin on his face, “So, guess we can check ‘boat sex’ off our bucket list, eh, you kinky ass?”

“Shut up, Mo… it was your idea, jerk.”

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