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mochie85 · 9 months

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Blue Christmas

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Summary: You ask Loki to give you something special for Christmas. A/N: This is a Secret Santa gift for @divine-knight-hand. I wanted to give you everything you requested, my love, but I already wrote something similar a while ago. For the sake of not sounding repetitive, I altered your request just a little bit. I hope you still like it. However, please check out the other story because it checks off all your points! And is Christmas-themed! Mayari: If You Let Me. Also, sorry for the cringy title. I couldn't think of anything else. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: Over 2.7k Warnings: Explicit. Smut. P in V. Jotunn Loki (yes, cuz he's a whole warning!)

You crossed your legs as the last rays of the sun were trickling down on your body. Your book was discarded on the ground as the condensation from your Pina Colada dripped down onto the side table.

Loki had surprised you and whisked you away to the Fiji Islands for Christmas— no more crowded New York streets. No more dirty ice falling onto you from the splash of an oncoming taxicab. And certainly, no more missions and assignments till the New Year.

It had been an exhaustive nineteen-hour flight. Especially since he didn’t tell you anything he was planning. When you came home to your room earlier that day, you were greeted by Loki with two suitcases on either side of him.

“Merry Yuletide, Darling,” he said as he rolled your luggage over to you and kissed you on your lips in greeting.

“Loki- what?”

“No time to explain, we need to leave now in order to catch our flight,” he said ushering you out the door by patting you on the bum. You jumped up with giddiness, planting a lipstick-stained kiss on his cheek. He was always surprising you with little trinkets and excursions.

“Thank you, sir,” you said in a deep voice.

“Ooh, you dangerous nymph. Go on. I need my wits about me till we get on the plane. I can’t have you distracting me.”

“Then, after?” you asked luring him to a sinful promise.

“After,” he promised in the same breathy tone.

That was two days ago. Loki had kept his promise, and then some- inducting you both into the mile-high club several times over.

Now, here you were in a private villa surrounded by an infinity pool that stretched towards the Pacific, watching your godly boyfriend come out of the water. He ran his hands through his hair, combing the droplets from his tresses. Beads fell down the defined lines of his muscles causing you to heat up in the already balmy weather.

The sight of Loki, wet and in nothing but short swim trunks, was enough to make you convulse. You were sure that if Michelangelo had a model for David, it would’ve been Loki. And knowing Loki, you wouldn’t have been surprised if it was him.

He came up to you, lounging on your chair, and shook his wet hair in front of you to tease you. “St-stop!” you laughed as you playfully pushed him before you got completely wet.

“Awe, come on, Darling. I thought you liked me wet?” he charmed as he sat next to you and leaned in for a kiss.

“I have to admit, it is kind of refreshing.” You said as your hands guided themselves around his slick body. “It’s so hot here. I might need something to cool me down,” you tempted.

There was a flash of understanding in his face. Nights of hedonistic pleasure and anticipation of his moods taught you how to read him. If you weren’t so attuned to him- so zealously infatuated with him and his praise over you, you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just-” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words. “There was a reason why I chose Fiji.”

“You mean, the beautiful waters and sandy beaches weren’t enough of a reason?” you joked.

“It’s in the southern hemisphere. Which means that it’s summer here whilst still cold and winter back home.”

“Why would the season be an issue?”

“Contingency.”

“Contingency, for what?” you asked confused.

“It was about what you wanted for Christmas,” he answered slowly. Confusion still clouding your memory. Little bits and pieces of a long-forgotten conversation nipped at your mind as you tried to piece together what you had asked him to give you.

As if to remind you, Loki raised his hand and cupped your face. As he did so, his fingers turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was fair, yet sharp. It reminded you of the color of blue thistles on a cold afternoon.

As he touched your cheek, a shiver ran down your skin making you shudder for the first time since you arrived. Realization struck you as you remembered the conversation you two had a month ago.

“I think I know what I want for Christmas,” you lured him in. “And what is that, my Darling?” Loki said absentmindedly while looking through his mission briefing. “You." “You already have me,” he scoffed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I meant…all of you…the other you…” you trailed silently. Loki looked at you bewildered. There were many nights he had dreamt of taking you in his other form, wondering how you would react to him. He’s postponed showing you this long because he was afraid of his feral nature. He would be at the mercy of his urges and base needs. Loki wasn’t quite sure how to ease you into that new situation. Would he be too much for you? Knowing your adventurous spirit, you wouldn’t mind having his beastly side take you. “Why, you little nymph. Now, why would you want to see that side of me, hmm?”

Excitement bubbled up inside you. “Loki, I-” you started, but he quickly put a finger to your lips to quiet you.

“I want this, Darling. And I want it with you. So, if at any point in time, you want to stop, you know our safe word.” You nodded your head enthusiastically and Loki chuckled. “But I should let you know, that…there was a reason why I’ve waited this long to show you. I become somewhat different when I change. Jotunns, in their very nature, are severe. Harsher. They have to be, to live in the climate they do, and survive.”

You sat there, fervently hanging onto every word Loki was saying. “We relied upon each other for strength, for warmth, basic needs…” Loki trailed off, tracing your lower lip with his cold finger. “You can imagine the creativity we had in finding ways to keep our blood warm and stave off the frigid climate.” You nodded solemnly at his words as if they were gospel.

“If we do this, I need you to be in control. Do you understand me, Darling?” he asked, inching closer to you. You felt a shiver run down your body. You focused on his eyes as his lips weaved a spell for you to follow. “I won’t know how much is too much. How rough is too rough.”

Loki grabbed your hips and sat you on his lap. The sudden move made you yelp into his arms. “Sorry, my dear. You see, I’m already too excited. My body is reacting to you.” He ran his nose up and down your neck. His cold hands encircled your back, caging you on top of him. “I’ve wanted to take you like this for so long.” His hands entwined themselves with your hair and pulled as his lips met yours in a crushing kiss.

You held on tightly, with your legs wrapped around his waist, as Loki stood up and walked both of you to the edge of your bed. When he broke the kiss, you heard him moan before he continued to suck a bruise onto your neck.

You felt his body change. The hairs atop your skin began to stand as the temperature began to drop. The once-sweltering heat that prickled your skin was replaced by the cool tingles of his touch. It surrounded you and enveloped you in a cold caress. You finally understood the need for a warmer climate. With a slight force, he released you from him, falling onto the soft mattress below.

That was when you had your first glimpse of his true self. The beautiful shade of blue you had seen earlier spread throughout his body. His form was somehow sharper, more jagged. Yet still soft and giving. He had markings defined by fine lines and grooves. They traced over his muscles and sinew, highlighting the best parts of himself. You followed them with your eyes as it led your stare down to his protruding cock. Your jaw went slack as you noticed how hard he was for you already.

Loki watched you appraise him. Your wanton eyes grew darker, and your breathing got quicker. His senses picked up every reaction that your body was going through. He was prepared to confront your fear or disgust, but he couldn’t see that in your face. Instead, he saw hunger and need. He could smell your desire growing for him and it made him feral. He wrapped his hands around his shaft, stroking himself to the sight of you, ready and waiting on his bed.

Loki felt ravenous as he knelt over you on top of the sheets. He spread your legs apart, seating himself in between the warmth of your thighs. His heavy cock resting atop your wet cunt. His hands eagerly tore up your swimsuit as they explored and venerated your body. His lip’s sole mission was to mark bruises where his hands had trailed, following the chill of his touch.

“…Loki…”

“Shh, Darling. I won’t hurt you. Unless you want me to,” he winked as he nipped the underside of your breast. Too many emotions. Too many thoughts. They were swirling at the forefront of his mind wanting to be said. His desire for you was overwhelming him.

In this form, he felt more primal. His emotions were stronger and almost frightening, but all he felt was fire. Everywhere. An all-consuming heat that wouldn’t dissipate until he had claimed you. His need for you was never as aggressive as it was right now. If he wasn’t careful, he knew he could easily hurt you. He needed you to be in control.

“Don’t stop,” you begged him.

“And what would you have me do my Darling?” he breathed onto your skin. “Tell me, and I will comply.” Loki was giving you the green light. The authority to take over because he wasn’t sure if he could be gentle enough not to harm you.

Oh, but the fire. The fire inside him wouldn’t relent. “Shall I force my cock down your throat till you gag for me to stop?” he suggested with a grin. You bit your lip and moaned as the image took hold in your mind. You moved your hips involuntarily, rubbing against his hefty shaft.

“Maybe I’ll edge you for the rest of our stay. Keep you here tied to our bed, my little slave, until I’ve properly bred you.” Loki seized your lips and held you down on the bed. His cold hands capture your wrist in an icy grip.

“S’cold,” you gritted.

“You can take it. You don’t mind a little bit of frostbite. Don’t you, my love?” He ground his hips as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving teeth marks in their wake. You felt his hard cock rub against your sensitive nub. It elicited the most erotic noise from your lips. Loki fought to keep his composure. With every moan you made, it got harder and harder for him to control his urges.

“I thought this was supposed to be my Christmas present,” you sighed, regaining some form of authority and clarity. You intertwined your fingers with his and signaled him to turn over with your hip. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed as you straddled his waist.

Loki looked up at you in all your glory. Your beautiful face shining down with love and adoration was enough to heal the worry and anxiety he was feeling. “I want to admire my present,” you pouted as your eyes took all of him in.

His mischievous smile broke through as he raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head. “As you wish,” he hissed as the corded muscles in his biceps swelled.

You traced his beautiful blue markings down from his arms to his pecs. “You’re beautiful,” you whispered absent-mindedly, getting lost in the exploration of his body. Loki blushed at your words. He had never heard that word describe his Jotunn form before and it ignited a warm glow inside of him. Different than the fire, but still heated.

You leaned over him as your study led you to his neck and handsome face. You traced his dark lips as he opened them. His bright ruby eyes concentrated on you. “I love my present,” you whispered before you gently kissed him. “Thank you.”

Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue invading yours, as he wrapped his arms around you once again. His cold touch left a trail of goosebumps as he squeezed and grabbed your ass. He raised you slightly with one hand. And with the other, he guided himself into your entrance. The slick of your arousal coating the tip of his hard cock. “Are you ready for me?” he grunted. You nodded your head, keeping your lips on his, not wanting to break contact.

He thrust deep into your body. His heels held on against the mattress of the bed. He held your hips stable as he continued to drive upwards slowly- savoring how snug you were around him. Every pull of your tight pussy made him moan your name. “…yes…” he whined.

You sat up, holding onto his shoulders for support. “I need you, Loki,” you pleaded. Your nails dug into his dark skin as your hips took over his strokes. “…deeper…faster…”

“Take me then, Darling. Use me.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He wanted to do this for you. To be good for you. With each push of your hips, he unraveled each time. Crowning to a tight knot in his abdomen.

You waited patiently for him to open his eyes and see the love and pride you had for him. When he did, you were met with an intense sparkle of carmine. Desire and vulnerability shone through, swirling in his gaze. His brows furrowed with pleasure as he bit his lip. “…oh, fuck…” he cried.

You moved faster. Your swollen clit rubbed against his dark curls adding to the already heightened pleasure you were building. You took his hands from your hips and guided them up your body. You placed them over your bouncing tits and he squeezed- rubbing your hardened nipple with his thumb.

“That’s my good little whore,” he gasped. “You like it rough don’t you?” You squeezed tighter around him in answer and Loki couldn’t stop the wolfish grin on his face.

He swallowed thickly watching you enjoy his touch. “Loki” you screamed. The only indication that you had reached your climax and was about to topple over. You trembled over his body screaming his name over and over as you came down from your bliss.

“Don’t stop, Darling.” He pushed harder into you. “Ride me,” he commanded. Loki watched as you clenched around his hard cock- disappearing into your wet folds. The sight was enough to make him tremble.

God, he was so much bigger in this form. You had to push hard to meet the hilt of his shaft. You raised your hips and dipped back down eliciting the deepest groan fleeing his lips. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ good girl.” His head tilted back and the desire to claim you came back. He had to take you faster. Harder.

He dug his heels back into the mattress and slammed his hips upwards. The gasping air leaving your lungs, the wicked moans filling his ears. All of it coerced him to cum inside you- finally releasing his pent-up yearning. Loki couldn’t stop the moans or praises leaving his lips. Your name peppered in with teasing curses and praises. “You always know how to make me feel good, don’t you, pet?” he prized as he took a deep breath to steady his exhaustion.

“Mmm, yes sir.” You kissed him ardently, taking his breath away from his already spent lungs. You trailed your kisses down to his neck and onto his panting chest. Each kiss made your lips tingle and chilly.

“We should probably get ready for dinner. What say you, my love?”

“Hmm? Maybe in a while…I’m not done playing with my Christmas gift yet.” You responded as your lips traveled further down towards his already hardening cock.

Loki smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of your warm tongue on his cool skin. “In a while,” he repeated. “Fuck…in a while.”

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satorusugurugurl · 4 months

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The Single Dad Club!

Summary: The Single Dad club consisted of Grto Suguru, Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento! But with summer upon them, the men find themselves ladies who are willing to have them leave their self-appointed club!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 6,761

Warning: Mermaid performer, near drowning, mentions of CPR, flirting, fluff, cursing, oral sec (female receiving) smut, p in v, unprotected sex

A/N: Here’ part Ine of my Single Dad Club Summer Series! I had so much fun writing this! Ahdjfkkfkkd love me some Sexy dilfs!! 😈💚

Part Two Part Three

The smell of salt water was intense as you sat on the pool's edge, which led down into the aquarium. You lifted your legs, making your silicone, iridescent mermaid tail flop in the water. It was almost showtime, and you could not wait to get into the water. You loved your job. Being a mermaid performer was one of the most incredible things you ever decided to do. Not only could you spend time around those you loved with all your heart, but you also got to swim and make children smile daily.

The door to the waiting area opened, and you looked over your shoulder at Shoko and Utahime, who wandered inside. The young couple were your coworkers. They weren’t mermaid performers like you were, but they still worked at the aquarium. Shoko was one of the marine veterinarians, and Utahime was one of the researchers at your facility. They would stay in your Hideaway room while you performed in case something terrible happened and they needed to jump in.

Not that kind of thing ever happened. But it was just a precaution. Something the duo insisted on you doing. Despite the fact one of the tour guides could help you if they decided to jump over the railing and into the deep tank, you were always in. but if you were being honest, if anyone were to help you from narrowly drowning, if that situation ever came to be, you would want it to be your two of your closest friends.

“Hey, you two!” You flopped your tail back into the water, repeatedly splashing it around.

“Hey.” Shoko yawned as Utahime helped ease you out of your lawn chair. “We were just talking about going to the bar after work. Do you want to come with us? Lord knows we all need a drink after this week.”

“Oh, sure! I have shows until six tonight.”

Shoko stuck her nose up, rolling her eyes. “You're going to be a prune by then.” you scooted over to the edge of the tank, dipping your tail in.

“I will gladly be a prune if I can make some kids smile.”

“Yeah, yeah, children, great fun.” Shoko sighed, leaning against the wall. “Just remember, if you need help, don't panic; Utahime and I will watch the screen. But you're always careful.”

You glanced up at the flat-screen television attached to the wall. The screen played a live feed of the tank you would be in. That way, if anything happened to you, your friends would be able to see you and come to your aid. Likely for you, that sort of thing has never happened in your three years working at the aquarium. So, it was more like a precautionary step for the aquarium. They didn’t want to deal with the lawsuit if anything were to happen.

But you were a very good swimmer. So you didn’t doubt it would be fine on your own if anything happened. You would need to keep a head and trust your instincts.

“Alrighty, I’ll see you guys in about thirty minutes.”

Easing yourself into the water, you took a deep breath before diving. Using all your abdominal strength, you kicked and swam further down underneath the small tube that let out into the main tank. The tank was full of different kinds of fish, making the whole mermaid experience more genuine. There were other rock formations, some netting (despite your protest) that was placed around some of the boulders at the bottom of the tank where you would typically lie during your shows.

With all the rocks and the netting in the fish, it felt like the children saw a mermaid in their natural environment. You had them throw a couple of treasure chests to make the experience more fun for the children to watch you dig through them, pulling out seashells and rocks. You all loved the setup you and the aquarium directors had created.

You could hear children screaming and shouting from the vibrations against the tank wall almost immediately, reminding you why you did precisely what you did. It was showtime! You loved making them believe and just a little magic and turning your head, waving at the blurs you see through the water. You couldn’t quite make out their shapes, but their squeals of happiness were all that mattered to you.

You weren’t in this gig for the money or the viral videos that usually came with your performances. You were in it to make children’s lives more magical. You press up against the glass, staring down at five blurry shapes. You couldn’t make out much of their features; the wide mattered to you.

You pressed your two fingers to your lips and moved them as fast as you could as you blew out a breath of air, thus making a heart-shaped bubble hit the glass before you. Screams interrupted from the other side of the thick glass; a couple of the shapes jumped up and down, and all the others stood and watched idly. You performed a couple of other bubble tricks for the crowd before swimming past one of the rock formations, where an air hose was kept out of sight so the magic wasn’t ruined for the children.

With air in your lungs, you swim back to the wall, slowly, swimming past each of the blurry figures, flipping and doing the tricks you had perfected over the years of training, from doing front and backflips to swimming and playing with the fish. Every move you make is strategically plotted and practiced. You were always ready to do whatever it took to make your shows enjoyable. If that meant you had to pucker your lips up in front of a fish.

It was the closest thing you had to a spicy date. It has been so long since you had gotten any action. You blew rings of bubbles out; you made yourself a mental note to download a dating app as soon as your shift was over. The need for human contact was so strong that you would honestly sell your voice to a witch, meaning you could go on a date and maybe take said date home and show him what else you could do with your mouth other than blowing bubbles.

Putting those horny dirty thoughts to the back of your mind, you flipped upside down against the tank wall, placing your hands against the glass separating you and the children on the other side. Too small reached out, putting their palms against yours. And while your vision was blurry from being underwater, you could make out the child's glittering bright light brown eyes on the other side of the glass.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, almost heating each other souls in a way. The child kept your gaze before looking over his shoulder, shouting something to an oversized shape behind him. The shape came forward before crouching down next to the child. Much like the child’s eyes, the man who stared at you had eyes that pierced through your soul. They were gorgeous honey-brown hues that searched your face long before he focused on the child.

They exchange words before the man gently strokes tufts of pink hair before his eyes focus back on you. Something in his watchful gaze that was almost readable, and that might’ve been because you were underwater and couldn’t see clearly, but the look had your heart racing. Flipping back up, you floated in front of the man, smiling wide, before blowing him a heart-shaped bubble with both hands.

From how the child jumped up and down, you assumed he enjoyed you flirting slightly with his parental figure. The way several other joined in and seemingly to whistle and clap that had the man rubbing his neck, shaking his head. Your lungs were beginning to burn with the need for oxygen, so you winked at the stranger before heading back to your air hose.

Just as you were about to turn to reach for it, something tugged on your silicone tail, trapping you from moving further. You saw the net when you looked back to see what you were caught on. Your bosses insisted on putting you down in the tank with you. Despite you telling them it was a terrible idea, they were persistent in using it because it would make the scene look more authentic. They didn’t care at all if it was a drowning risk for you.

In times like these, there is no reason to panic. The more you panicked, the more you struggled, the harder it would be to tell your breath. You cautiously turned your body, trying to free yourself from the netting. But you only succeeded in tightening it further around your tail. You tugged and pulled the mess ropes; the air was escaping your lungs, sending bubbles floating to the top of the tank. This was bad; the stupid nets were wrapped around you so tight that you couldn’t even slip off the tail that weighed about forty pounds. More bubbles escape your lungs as you frantically begin trying to free yourself. And for the first time in several years of being relaxed and collected, you did something you should never do.

You panicked.

You opened your mouth, yelling as if someone would hear you. Maybe Shoko would see the distress you were clearly in on the camera and come rushing to your aid at any second. But if she hasn’t noticed thus far, he wasn't sure if she would even notice until you had drowned. Salty water burned your inner nose as you began inhaling water; panic told your lungs to breathe when there was no air.

This was it, your final moments! Your death was so ridiculous. It would be featured on one of those terrible daytime shows like ‘101 Ways to Die!’ You always thought you would go down as one of the greatest mermaid performers. Instead, you would be laughed at for such an idiotic rookie mistake.

Your vision began to blur as darkness settled in around your vision as you lost consciousness.

A splash sounded from the distance as you shut your eyes. Hands quickly worked at the nets wrapped around you before you were moving. It was a white noise as warm hands pressed up and down over your chest before lips pressed over your mouth and blew into it. The exact process repeated before the white noise turned into panicked yelling and shouting as you coughed up water, your eyes widening.

“There we go!” The same warm hands gently rolled you onto your side as you retched up more water, your lungs burning in satisfaction as you gripped the damp pants of your savior. “Keep coughing; get all that water up; good job.”

“Way to go, Nanami!!” A man shouted from behind as exhaustion washed over you.

“I need a blanket now!” The man you were clinging to shouted around, his hands gently gripping your upper arms, pulling you towards his chest. Breathing in deeply, you sighed as he rubbed his hands up and down your back, heating your body. “I got you, breathe, shhh.”

You clung harder to him, sniffling as you fought back tears of fear and relief. “Nanami.” Another man sounded behind you before a warm blanket wrapped around your shivering body.

“Thank you, Geto.” The man, Nanami, shushed you again as you began breathing more steadily, your grip on him loosening. “Are you okay? Lightheaded? Chest pain?”

“J-Just c-cold.”

“I need to get you out of this tail.” he goes to tug it off, but you stop him. “The children have been ushered away; please let me help you.”

You never took your tail off in front of people, but you had no choice. One brisk nod was all he needed before your hero tugged the tail down past your legs, freeing you from its confining prison. The second your legs were free, the man wrapped your legs around him, keeping your chest pressed firmly against each other as he stroked your back. His gentle and kind touch made you feel warm in no time.

You both stayed like that, wrapped up in each other until a door slammed open. “Shoko! Over here! Utahime yelled as your friends ran towards you.

“I can take it from here, sir.”

“No, I’m okay, I got her.”

“But sir—”

“Nanami is the best pediatrician in the city.” One of the other men around you voiced clear annoyance in his tone. “Give him some space to work.”

You turned your head, looking up at your friend. “S-Shoko, I’m okay.” The shaking tone of your voice had your friend turning in your direction, long dark hair flowing. “Can you take my tail back to my car?”

“Of course.” She stroked wet strands of your hair back. “I’m sorry we were watching the camera, but I think it’s busted. One second, we watched you swimming, and then someone told us one of our performers almost drowned.”

Nanami hummed, drawing your attention for the first time. “Another thing wrong with this establishment. Putting fishnets down in a tank with an actor and broken cameras, this is a lawsuit waiting to happen.” Warm honey-brown eyes met yours, and you realize they are the same eyes you had been staring at while performing.

“It’s you—”

“It’s me.”

Your heart felt like it was about to explode as he acknowledged that it was him that you had that intimate moment with when inside the tank. Warmth spread across your cheeks as the man who saved your life grinned down at you. Was this real life? Or did you drown and go to heaven? That was the only reason an insanely hot pediatrician would smile down at you like he was.

He pulled back slightly, examining your face. “How are you feeling now? Are you warm now?”

“Honestly, I’m so embarrassed; I’ve never had an incident happen in the three years I’ve been doing this.”

“And it was not your fault. Whoever’s dumb idea it was to throw fishnet in. There is the one blame.”

There wasn’t much more you could say to that because Nanami was right. That wasn’t your fault. You had been persistent on them taking out the net for you, other mermaid performers, and the fish in the tank. Unfortunately, the aquarium thought it was best for business. Their greed nearly cost you your life today, so as much as you like your job, it might be time for you to start looking elsewhere places that consider their performer's lives.

“Thank you.” You said as Nanami listed you up, carrying you to the break room. “For saving my life.”

“My son pointed out. It looked like you were stuck. I, of course, was cautious at first, taking note of the situation myself before jumping into the tank. I just did with any good Samaritan would.”

“I owe you whatever you want, and I would gladly pay you back tenfold.”

Nanami walked into the break room, gently sitting you on one of the chairs. His face flushed as he straightened, rubbing the back of his neck. A Rosie hue dusted the tips of his ears. With a hum, you tilt your head to the side before doing the same thing on the other as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say.

Clearing his throat, Nanami held his hand, an earnest, stoic look on his face as he did. “My name is Nanami Kento, and if you would like to pay me back, how about dinner for you and me tomorrow night?” in all of your years being a performer, you have been hit on and listened to crude comments people made. Still, no one no one had ever asked you out on a date.

“Dinner? Like a date?”

“Only if you want; I’m not going to be one to pressure you into saying yes just because of what I have done. If a date is too much to ask, could you say hello to my son? He thoroughly enjoyed your performance.”

From the man who had saved your life, such a simple request, you almost wanted to shake him to tell him to ask for more. But you knew by the look on his face that he wasn’t a man who demanded retribution for his kindness.

“I would love to say hello to your son. Dinner sounds great, too.” You took a deep breath before grinning. “ If you just give me a few minutes to shower quickly and change, I can meet you at the front.”

Nanami was happy to wait while you showered quickly and gathered your belongings before you met him outside the aquarium. He was standing with two other men while children ran around near them. Nanami was holding a plastic bag, most likely his wet clothes. The aquarium must’ve provided him with some shorts and a souvenir T-shirt on the house. Standing near him was a man with long dark hair, pulled half up into a bun while the rest cascaded down his back. He was dressed in a T-shirt and jeans while two little girls clung to his pants as they listened to the adults talk. The other man standing near him had white pristine, snowy hair and dark sunglasses on the bridge of his nose as he enthusiastically spoke with his hands.

“—and then you were like, ‘She’s drowning!’ And SPLASH! You ran up those stairs so fast before diving in, and you swan-dived like a majestic bird! I’ve never been more attracted to a man in my entire life.”

You approached the group with a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn't agree more.” The trio and their children all snap their attention in your direction.

“Hi there,” Nanami smiled warmly, “thank you for agreeing to meet my son.”

“You saved my life; it’s the least I could do.”

Nanami grinned, turning his attention to the two boys playing in the grass just a bit away from you. “Yuuji, come here for a second.” A small boy with pink hair came rushing forward without being told twice. “I want you to meet—”

“The mermaid!” Yuuji had literal sparkles in his eyes as he gripped at your leggings. “Are you okay?! You have legs now!” The child had to be no older than five, and his curiosity on your legs had you giggling as you fought the urge to pinch his chubby cheeks.

“Yep! I’m doing great, thanks to you and your dad.” You knelt in front of the small boy. “Thank you so much.”

Yuuji grinned and reached for his father's hand with a comprehensive, toothy grin. “You’re welcome!! Thank you for all the kisses!” Nanami and the other two men chuckled.

“Well, you’re very welcome.”

“Careful, Yuuji; I heard your dad is going to take the mermaid here out for a date.”

“You're taking the mermaid on a date, Dad?!”

Nanami nodded before shaking his head at his enthusiastic child. “Yes, can you introduce yourself?”

“Oh, right! I'm Yuuji!”

“Very good, Yuuji.” Nanami praised his son, ruffling his hair

The dark-haired man said, stepping forward to shake your hand. “I’m Geto Suguru, and these are my daughters Nanako and Mimiko. Girls, say hello.” His very well and polite daughters both greeted you properly. You shook Geto’s hand before releasing it as the white-haired man pushed forward.

“And I’m Gojo Satoru. The two gremlins playing over there are my kiddos. Megumi and Tsumiki.” he motioned towards the trio of men and their children that gathered around. “And we’re The Single Dad Club!”

Both the other men groaned in protest. “We told you that’s a terrible name, Satoru.” Gojo pulled his sunglasses off, revealing bright blue eyes.

“Why is it so terrible?”

“Because it’s just a terrible name for a club,” Nanami said, cocking an eyebrow.

“You’re just jealous that Nanami has a date, and we’re both still single.” At Geto’s words, Gojo fell silent. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” With a gentle smile, Geto pulled his friend away, leaving you, Nanami, and Yuuji standing around.

“Well, as much as I hate to say goodbye, I need to get this one home and start on dinner after a well-needed shower.”

“Oh, trust me, I understand.” Reaching into your bag, you handed Nanami one of your business cards. “That’s my number; call me some time for the dinner date?”

“I’ll text you tonight once I get this one in bed.” With a single swoop, Nanami lifted Yuuji in his arms. “Would that be okay?”

“More than okay.”

“Great, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Nanami, bye, Yuuji.”

“Bye!! Dad, will you help me with my paper when we get home? I know what I'm going to write about. For my summer homework!

“And what's that?”

“About how my dad saved a mermaid!”

You waved them off until you could no longer see them. It has been a truly eventful day, having your performance go wrong. You just scoring a date with a total hottie without even having to download a dating app on your phone was well worth almost drowning over. All you needed to do was wait for Nanami to text you, which wasn't long. It was a couple of hours.

The two of you planned to go out to dinner the following day, and your heart fluttered from the second you woke up the following date until you stood outside for Nanami to come to pick you up. Your hands were shaky and sweating; you had no idea why you were so nervous! It was just a date; nothing serious would happen unless Nanami wanted to take it further.

You wouldn’t be opposed to that at all.

The feeling of his lips against yours, wow, regardless if it was just CPR, you longed to feel his mouth again. Preferably now that your life wasn’t in danger. You wanted to wrap yourself around his body to show how strong your core was. You wanted to fuck his brains out, to express just how grateful you were for him saving your life.

“Are you alright?” Nanami’s voice drew you out of the trance you found yourself in.

“Huh!” Looking up from your plate, you find Nanami staring at you, eyes full of concern. “Oh! Yes! I'm so sorry, I was lost in thought!” The sexy pediatrician just smiled before sipping on his wine. “I was just thinking about—yesterday.”

Nanami hummed, placing his wine glass down on the table. “Yes, yesterday was quite exciting. I must agree.” He reached across the table, putting his hand on top of yours. “Are you doing all right? I can’t imagine how terrifying it must’ve been.”

“I’m doing great; I’m just thinking about how grateful you were there when it happened. You and Yuuji, I probably wouldn't be here if it wasn’t for you both.”

“I’ve never been more happy about a field trip. I wasn’t going to come; I was asked to cover a rounding shift at the hospital for one of my colleagues. I was going to break the news to Yuuji when I picked him up from school last week, but he had borrowed a book about different sea animals from the library. I had never seen him so excited about a school trip.” A fond smile graced his lips. “It would have been cruel if I picked to work over an experience my child was excited for. So I decided to take a two-week vacation instead of working.”

“Two weeks?”

“I plan on taking some day trips with the gentleman I’m friends from—”

“The Single Dad Club!” You grin automatically, knowing who he is speaking of. Hearing the nickname for the self-appointed club, leave your lips, your date cringing. “Oh, come on, it’s kind of fun!”

“It's a horrendous nickname that we should’ve buried the second Gojo said it.”

The way his eyebrow twitched had you grinning. “Nanami, you're so cute.” The man before you blushed, his hand reaching up to rub at his neck. “I’m sorry. Please continue.”

“We’re planning on doing this sort of staycation. We plan to go to the local pool and the library downtown to rent out some books for the children, and then we plan to end our staycation at a beach house before we have to return to work.”

“A bunch of summer adventures for the members of the Single Dad Club.”

Nanami hummed, taking a long sip of his wine. “I’m hoping that if this date continues to go as well as it is, I’ll be sending in my letter of resignation to said club.” His bold invitation had you biting down on your lip.

So your attraction wasn’t one-sided. Nanami seemed as eager to see where this could go as you were. Perhaps if you were lucky enough, it would end up with you returning to his place or vice versa. Then again, the man was a single dad, Yuuji’s mother was no longer in the picture, and you understood that there may be some boundaries that were not meant to be crossed now. That didn’t mean you couldn’t flirt and see where the night would take you.

Reaching your foot out, you gently caressed it against Nanami’s ankle briefly before pulling back just for him to do the same thing to you. His foot gently caresses your ankle up your leg just an inch before pulling back. Playing footsie never felt so naughty as you both went back and forth, caressing one another’s legs. You only stopped once you felt as though your underwear was soaking wet; pulling your foot back, he let out a raspy sigh before chugging down the rest of your wine.

“So, Nanami, what time does your babysitter need you to come home?”

Nanami followed your lead, chugging down the rest of his wine and gently placing the glass on the table. “Yuuji is at a slumber party at Gojo’s house with Megumi.” His eyes narrowed; he hooked his foot back around yours, bringing it back towards him, causing you to gasp, gripping the table's edge. His foot slowly ended up the side of your ankle before slowly reaching back down.

“Well, I suppose there’s just one other question.”

“And what might that be?”

“Shall we continue our date at my place or yours?”

You both decided Nanami’s apartment would be more suitable for continuing the date since it was closer and more convenient. And you barely could keep your feet off each other; if you drove across town to your apartment, you weren’t sure you would get through the traffic without ripping each other’s clothes off. The drive to Nanami’s condo was full of tension. His hand gently grabbed your thigh, rubbing it as you ran your hand up and down his forearm. His touch alone nearly had you screaming in the passenger seat. You couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store for you.

You’re not sure how you both manage to keep off each other up the elevator to his front door—but the second the door was shut and locked, you both pounced on each other. You both quickly worked at clothes; Nanami’s buttons were undone rapidly as he unzipped your dress. You moved in sync, not fumbling once as the passion and the desire moved you backward further into the apartment, shoes being kicked off, belts unbuckled ad, and dresses being dropped to the floor.

Never in your entire life have you felt such a connection with another human being. Nanami was something special, And you had never wanted someone so bad. Somehow, you managed to break the kiss that tasted of strawberries and champagne long enough to allow Nanami to lift your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you through the dimly lit condo.

“Oh my fuck, you're so fucking hot. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.” You growled into his ear as you hungrily kissed and nipped at his neck with a whine

“Then you’ll have me.” With a growl, Nanami tossed you onto a luscious bed. “Only if I could have you as well. Because ever since I saw you swimming, blowing kisses. You enamored me like a siren casting her spell upon me.” You tried to get up on your knees to reach for his belt, but Nanami shoved you back down. “None of that now; you're a guest in my house; allow me to treat you.”

Nanami got on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he grabbed your underwear, tugging them down past your legs. He then hooked both legs over his shoulders before slowly laying down on his stomach, his lips sucking at the sensitive flesh of your thighs, leaving an array of hickies up your skin. His mouth and tongue had you gasping, hands slinging to his sheets as he inches closer and closer to you, dripping sex.

“Fuuuuck,” he breathed out, trailing his tongue up your thigh before his face was right in front of your pussy. “You smell so good.”

“Tha-a-ahh ooooh fuck me!” Right before you could think of him properly, his mouth was sealed around your clit, sucking gently on the bundle of nerves before his tongue swirled around it in the most addictive way. “Oooh fuck me—”

Nanami chuckled as he pulled his mouth away from your client, his tongue flicking it gently. “Mmm~ I plan on doing just that as soon as you cum on my tongue.” His mouth was back up on your pussy, tongue sliding up and down your slit, lapping hungrily at your slick folds.

You gasped as he slowly pushed two thick fingers inside of your tight hole, fingering you as his mouth focused solely on your clit, suckling on it, drawing out gasps and whines from deep in your chest. You squirmed and arched, legs shaking as you reached down, fisting his blonde hair. Feeling you shaking all because of him gave Nanami a certain sense of pride as he ate you out faster, tongue flattening against your sensitive it as his fingers hooked up, rubbing your g-spot.

You gritted your teeth, your other hand reaching down and gripping his hair. Getting his hair pulled had Nanami growling against you, but what got him going was when you started rocking your hips against his face. Taking control, using him to get off. There was something about you doing that that had pre-cum dribbling out of his tip, staining the inside of his boxers. “Ooooh god!” you cried out, rocking your hips faster against his willing mouth.“Oooh fuck! Oooh fuck! Fuck!” Your cunt twitched and throbbed around his fingers, clit twitching against his tongue as you rode his face, bringing yourself closer and closer to your orgasm. “I-Im gonna cum! Gonna cum! Oh fuck~ suck my clit suck my clit!” you ordered, making Nanami’s eyes narrow in pure need as he did as you commanded, suckiljng the sensitive bud, resulting in your hips rising off the bed, as you arched your back cumming all over his face and tongue.

The angels sang as you saw the pearly gates, but Nanami’s gentle thrusting of his fingers and little laps brought your soul back into your body. The rippling traces of your orgasm faded into nothing as your body collapsed limply against his bed. Kento chuckled, pressing sweet, loving kisses over your thighs, up your hips against your stomach, see-through closer and closer to your face. The feeling of his lips tracing over your skin had you giggling softly; you bit down on your bottom lip as his face came above you.

He kissed you with a need so strong it made you dizzy. Your hands down, working at his belt, I’m buttoning his trousers before you push them down past his ass. Electricity swarmed between your bodies as the room grew hotter with pure lust. You needed to feel him buried deep inside your pussy, and he needed to feel your warm walls wrapped around his thick, long cock.

“I want you—” Kento sighed out roughly as you wrapped your hand around his cock, pumping it. “I wanted you the second you blew that kiss at me like you were in the tank. Fuck— you look so beautiful; I just knew I had to know who you were fuck, fuck, fuck, your hand feels so good.”

The raw desire in his voice, the confession of his attraction to you, and you wet and willing to do anything he asked. “I want you too; I want you so bad, Nanami Kento, please~!” Hearing that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you was Nanami’s breaking point.

He positioned himself between your legs, grabbing one, hooking it around his hip while he placed the other over his shoulder. Ever so gently, he pressed the tip of his massive cock against your entrance, rubbing it up and down, collecting your slick over his shaft. The slit of his cock head rubs gently over your clit, a string stretched between your most intimate parts. Seeing that, the usually calm and collected doctor was losing his absolute shit.

“Need you honey—” He pressed the tip inside of you, sending your head rocking back against his plush pillows. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Y-You’re so fucking thick.”

Nanami panted as he looked down at you. “Do you need me to pull out?”

“N-No—” you took a deep breath, “just needed a second to adjust. You’re so big it feels so good.”

Nanami nodded again before slowly starting to push further inside of you. “Just let me know if you need me to stop, okay? But God, you’re so fucking tight; feels so good around my cock.”

“Ah~ fuck Kento!”

Nanami groaned, his head falling to the side, resting against your leg over his shoulder. “I-I’m all the way inside.” He grunted as he bottomed out inside of you, all nine inches of his thick cock buried deep inside your tight heat as your hips met each other.

“Oh, my fuck—” You glance down at your conjoined bodies, whimpering as he slowly begins rocking into you. “Oooh god fuck me, Nanami~ please fuck me!”

Nanami placed one hand on your hip while the other gently groped at your thigh, which was draped over his shoulder. He didn’t need to be told twice to fuck such a beautiful woman like you. He pulled out hips, rolling into you, gently thrusting in and out of your tight cunt. You guessed and whined in tandem with his movements, your hands gripping the sheets underneath you.

His cock slid in and out of your pussy, and each stroke of his cock inside of you rubbed perfectly against your g-spot before pressing further and hitting your cervix. It wasn’t painful, but God didn’t feel good. It was so intense and pleasurable. It felt as though his cock was perfectly molded for your body. Hitting every spot perfectly without you even telling him how to move or where to hit; he just knew.

With every thrust into your cunt, your hips rose to meet him. Not be granted, his finger is digging into the flesh of your leg and your hip so hard you knew it was going to leave bruises. Who gave a fuck about bruises in a moment like this?! Especially when you had never been fucked like this before.

“Kento~ Nnngh! Fuck! Ooooh fuck me, fuck me please, faster.”

“Yeah, you want me to fuck you faster? I’ll fuck you faster, honey.” His teeth nipped at your leg before dropping it off his shoulder, wrapping the other around his hip. “Be sure to scream my name when you come on my cock okay?”

“S-Someone’s g-getting c-co-oooh! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Nanami grabbed both sides of your hips, holding you in place as his cock slammed in and out of your pussy, going faster and harder with each thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you abandoned your grip on the sheets reaching behind Nanami’s toned muscular back, digging your manicured nails into his skin, dragging it down, scratching him up, marking him.

The headboard slammed against the wall over and over again with each thrust. The bedframe squeaked, but neither of you could even hear it over Nanami’s heavy grunts and your breath moans. His lips were on yours, and a deep, searing kiss, one that stole what little breath you had left away. He felt so good as you mostly tried to kiss him back with the same enthusiasm, massaging each other lips, getting nipped and bid at as nails dug into the skin and grips tightened as Nanami fucked you into the mattress.

You weren’t going to last, and Nanami knew that.

His fingers tightened harder into your hips as he jackhammered his cock inside you, angling it perfectly to slam over and over into your sweet spots that made you see the heavenly Gates again. Your mouth fell open, but there was no escape as your eyes went wide, focusing on the man above you. He smiled so lovingly before he grunted, dropping his head to your shoulder and peppering your skin with kisses. It was a chill contrast to the way he was fucking you. You get even closer to the edge as you pull one away from his back, reaching down and rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“I-Im gonna cum, gonna cum Kento, oooh fuck please cum with me!”

“Yeah, you want me to cum with you? Nnngh! Want me to cum?”

“Y-Yes, yes, yes! Please, Kento, fuck, please!”

“I will~ cum, baby~ cum for me.”

A piercing scream had your ears ringing as you came squirting all over the cock that was fucking you so good. Your juices sprayed out onto his crotch. Nanami somehow managed to pull himself out, jerking his cock furiously above you. “Cumming baby~ oooh fuck, fuck!” Spurts of hot cum spilled out of his cock, coating your stomach with his seed. Squeezing his shaft, none, he shook his dick, making sure all of the cum was out before he collapsed on the bed next to you.

While the tremors continued to rake through your body, Nanami wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his body, his hand rubbing your back, gently praising you as his fingers massaged at your lower back. While the last tremors came to a stop, you collapsed limply against him, breathing heavily as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head. Lifting your head, you grinned, finding him drunkenly watching you, admiring the flush tint to your skin before he leaned down, kissing you softly.

“You have no idea how amazing that felt for me.”

“I could say the same thing. I normally don’t jump into bed right away with women I just met. Honestly, it’s been quite some time since I went on a date.”

You ran your fingers up and down his chest as you observed him. “I know exactly what you mean.” His hand gently reaches down, gripping your chin, lifting it, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“What I’m getting at is that I’m not the type of man who does one-night stands.”

“Oh well, that's very good to know.” You yawned, snuggling deeper into the warmth that radiated off his body. “Does that mean I can ask you for a breakfast date tomorrow? Before you go, pick up your son?”

“I love the sound of that.” He mumbled, leaning down and kissing your lips.

When Nanami decided to take two weeks off for summer vacation with his son, he had no idea he would save the life of a mermaid performer. He also had no clue that said performer was what was missing in his life. The summer had just begun, and he already felt like he had a long-time romance with just two interactions with you; he couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the summer had in store for you both.

The Single Dad Club lost one of their members that day after the aquarium, just what did the summer heat Heaven store for the last two remaining members of the club?

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 1 year

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I remember you mentioned humans are weird stuff, and the red eyes things that hans have when lights flashes to them

What about tails? Humans don't have tails and we balance quite well without one most of the time and our natural buoyancy in water, how would the monster au be when they learning from that

And to add something funny when they see our soft padded feet and our habit to grab stuff

Ooooh, lots of good fun stuff to explore here! >:3 It’s so much fun imagining non-humans reacting to human based things, let alone trying to figure out how and why we’re so biologically weird to them (join the club, boys, even we consider ourselves to be really weird when most of us don’t even know what half the organs in our bodies do)! 😆

The red eye effect I can imagine Cater discovering by pure accident (and subsequently accidentally throwing his phone in panic). 🤣

//Heartslabyul Lounge Room//

Cater: “Hey, Yuu! Let’s take a selfie together~!”

Yuu: “Uh…sure, but isn’t it a little dark in here?”

Cater: “Yeah, but that’s what camera flashes are for. Ace, Trey, get in here for a group selfie~!”

Ace: “Sure, I’m down!”

Trey: “I’d rather not, thank you.”

Cater: “Suit yourself. Say cheese~!”

Yuu and Ace: “Cheese!”

Click!

Cater: “Okay, let’s take a look and post i-GYAH!!!” *launches into the air with his wings and clings to the rafters, dropping his phone in the process*

Trey: “Cater?! What’s wrong??”

Cater: “What’s going on with your eyes in the pic, Yuu?!”

Yuu: *confused as they pick up his phone and stare at the picture* “Ah darn it, I hate the red eye effect.”

Ace: “The red eye what??” *peers over shoulder and shudders* “Dude. That…that’s creepy as hell!”

Yuu: “It happens when the camera flashes in low light. Don’t you guys experience red-eye in photos?”

Cater: “No! Or…well, maybe? We call it ‘silver eye’ or ‘white eye’ when the flash reflects off our pupils, but I’ve never seen it be red before! I don’t even know if the filter to remove the effect would even work on that…”

Trey: “I guess we managed to find yet another difference between monsters and humans.”

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Once word got back to the researchers of this effect, they were able to realize that not only did humans lack the same reflective surface as monsters, but that the camera flash reflected the rich blood supply in the back of the eye. Depending on the eye color of the human in question, it would become more prominent in paler eye colors—a fact that soon tied into the rare phenomenon of certain canine and feline monsters with blue and green eyes having similar effects to their own eyes.

When it comes to tails, it comes as a surprise to the researchers that humans did in fact have a tail bone, yet evolutionally speaking, it didn’t serve any obvious purpose…on the surface. In reality, the tail bone served as a support to help Yuu sit. When compared to the other monsters, it seemed Yuu had better balance sitting on virtually any surface—including uneven ones. “Not that it’s always comfortable to do so,” as one researcher noted after seeing Yuu somehow find a decent spot on the bumpy rock with an uncomfortable expression on their face.

Now, as for the natural buoyancy in water (unless you’re someone who has a lot of muscle mass and struggles to stay afloat or someone who just doesn’t know how to swim at all), the monsters might find it quite a surprise to see Yuu just floating on their back in the pool. They might even think that one of the aquatic monsters was holding them up…only to discover that no, they were just…floating there. For no reason other than it was comfortable.

RIP the monsters’ nerves if Yuu were to do the “dead man’s float” in the pool. 😂

For the feet grab thing, I’d imagine this takes place shortly after the “hoof-shoe discovery” post here. >v>

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Ace: “This is so weird.” *pokes the fleshy part of Yuu’s foot* “How do you guys even walk with these things? Doesn’t it hurt?”

Yuu: “Not unless we step on broken glass or shell shards and sharp rocks.” *squeaks when he pokes again and pulls foot back* “Hey, that tickles!”

Deuce: “It…tickles?”

Random Student: “Hey, hurry up! Coach says we need to clean up the field or he’ll make us run more laps.”

Ace: “Okay, okay, yeesh! You good, Yuu?”

Yuu: “Yeah, I’m good! I’ll just leave my shoes off for a bit. The grass feels really nice!”

Ace: “Seriously, how are you humans so weird?”

*The monster students gather the larger, heavier items while Yuu starts gathering the lighter and smaller pieces left behind until their arms are full and a cloth falls out of the pile*

Deuce: “Here, let me get that for you.”

Yuu: “No thanks, I got it.”

Ace: “You literally have your hands fu-”

Yuu: *uses one foot to grab the cloth, twisting their leg around until they can grab the cloth with their opposite hand and continues walking* “See? I got it!”

Ace: *stares with everyone else in shock and disbelief* “…seriously, why the fuck are humans so weird??”

///

And thus began a new Magicam challenge for monsters to try (that don’t have hooves of course…Cater assures everyone that an alternate challenge is currently in the works so he can participate as well): try and pick up random objects with your talons and put it in a box like a human! If you use your hands to grab them off the floor or you don’t get it within the time limit, you fail the challenge. It became an instant hit on Magicam, with many struggling to recreate the same prehensile motions that—so far—only avian monsters have been able to mimic.

I can just imagine the muscle cramps some might’ve gone through trying to do this challenge. 🤣

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #cater diamond #ace trappola #trey clover #deuce spade

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Trolls Band Together Commentary Notes Part 2/4

- Commentary quote: "Mount Rageous - What is it? It's very expensive, that's what." - The Mount Rageous club where we first see V&V perform is shaped like a boom box so it seems like they're performing from inside one. - The scene where JD finds Floyd in the perfume bottle backstage was going to be the opening of the movie, and JD's design was a lot more Branch-like so the audience was going to think it was Branch at first. - One of the inspirations for the Mount Rageons' designs was Betty Boop. - Any time Crimp has accessories, they're office supplies -- a reference to her secretary/assistant role. Her ukelele is technically a shaped eraser. - "It was an era!" <- improv line from Justin Timberlake - The jungle around Vacay Island is designed with pool floaties, pool noodles and inflatable leaves, all things kids will instantly recognize as belonging to a pool or beach setting. They describe the Trolls world as a "DIY environment" (meaning the crafts and fabrics that are often used to make up the settings). - At one point the jungle was going to be all rope and macrame because that seemed like a texture you would associate with vines and rain forests, but the idea evolved into the vacation one instead. - There was a lot more of Poppy, Branch and JD trying to get through the jungle to get to the island resort which was cut because it was too long and dragging the scene. - At one point they were going to have Branch surprised by the sudden appearance of the head of the first Vacaytioner (the one on the rock climbing wall). He pulls out a slingshot to defend them but the rock bounces back and knocks out his tooth, after which he has a whistle when he breathes. - The animation team got to fill a kiddy pool behind the studio with water beads and threw in Trolls toys to see how they moved through it. (They also tried putting their faces in and as it turns out, you really can't breathe if you're under water beads, so Branch was right to be annoyed about Rhonda not being waterproof.) - The pools around the Vacay Island bar were designed because originally when the camera was focused on the Trolls, all you would see in the background were Vacaytioner feet walking by, which was boring. The pools allow us to see their faces and it was more interesting to see them swimming and lounging around. - During one of the early test screens, when Branch breaks out in "You're all I ever wanted" during the song, the test audience burst out into cheers, completely delighting the team. - Poppy's "I can't believe this is really happening!" scream during the dance was an Anna Kendrick improv line. - The cookies Bruce tosses to his kids are supposed to look like the foam circles you tie on your keys when you're driving a boat. - Commentary quote: "And the nachos are hard plastic. Don't eat them."

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls movie #trolls movie commentary

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ladykailitha · 2 years

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The People That See You Part 3

The next week saw Eddie carrying a white paper bag to D&D. He tossed it at Brian with a wink. “Just a thank you from Steve,” he said with a grin.

He had talked to the guys about his friendship with Steve and how even though he couldn’t say why or how, Steve had saved his life. So Jeff and Gareth had grudgingly agreed not to make fun of the former king of Hawkins High.

Brian reared his head back in confusion until the smell hit his nose. “Holy shit.” He ripped into the bag. “He didn’t.” He pulled out a soft cookie dusted in cinnamon sugar and took a large bite.

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other in confusion.

“What are those?” Jeff asked.

“Snickerdoodles,” Brian mumbled around a mouth full of cookie. “Like only the best cookies on the planet.”

He dug another one out and broke it in half for Jeff and Gareth to share. He offered one to Eddie but he declined.

“I’ve been eating them nonstop for days...” he said with a grin.

“Official taste tester?” Brian asked with a wink.

Eddie blushed and shoved a large strand of hair into his mouth.

“Holy shit!” Jeff said. “It’s soft and buttery, but not too sweet.”

“Yeah,” Gareth agreed. “You say Steve made these?”

“Yup!” Eddie said, popping the ‘P’.

Jeff looked down at the table. “Do you think he’d be willing to make brownies for the next session?”

Eddie grinned. “I don’t know, I’ll have to ask.”

Jeff looked up. “But you’ll ask?”

Eddie just winked at him.

Steve came thundering down the stairs. “Hey, guys, I hear you requested brownies?”

The entire Hellfire Club was there including Steve’s nuggets.

“Steve!” came the chorus from the party and Corroded Coffin. The three that were strictly Hellfire just looked at him in amazement.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Steve said with a grin. “I was trying out something fun with walnuts and caramel.”

There was another chorus this time of oohs and awws. All but one.

The other girl of the club other than Erica, folded her arms and glared at him. “I’m allergic to nuts.”

“Tiffany, right?” Steve asked and she nodded tersely. “I gotcha. I’ll be right back.”

Steve set the two large plates he was carrying on the table with the other goodies (no food food near the character sheets) and turned back around to hop back up the stairs.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow at Eddie who just shrugged. A moment later Steve was back down the stairs another plate in his hands.

“I made these for Robin,” Steve explained, handing the plate to her, “but I can always make more for her later and I would hate to see you left out.”

Tiffany lifted the tin foil and gasped. Underneath was a plateful of the most delectable chocolate chip cookies.

“Did you make these first?” Tiffany asked.

Steve smiled. “Sure did. It should be all safe and if it’s not, bill my dad.” He winked at her.

She laughed as did everyone else.

Steve looked around at the cramped space and winced. “Not a lot of room in here, is there?”

Gareth frowned. “We make do.”

Steve waved his hands. “Oh absolutely. I’m just saying you don’t have to.” He half shrugged.

Eddie tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I have a large finished basement, no parents, and full kitchen,” Steve said. “You guys could have it at my place. At least it would see some fucking use.”

Everyone turned to look at Eddie.

Eddie smiled. “Let’s vote. All in favor of having D&D at Steve’s?” Eddie laughed when all of the junior members raised their hands as well as all the Corroded Coffin bandmates, thereby absolutely killing the majority.

“The ayes have it,” he said turning back to Steve. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal. When can we invade your home?”

Steve thought for a moment. “Not next week, Robin’s got a band thing, so the week after?”

Everyone nodded.

“Great!” Steve said and then waved goodbye.

Gareth turned to everyone else. “What just happened?”

Dustin sighed. “You accidentally activated mom mode. He loves taking care of people. And his house is huge. And it has a swimming pool out back, too.”

Even the ones that would have voted against it were starting to see the benefits of having it over at Steve’s.

Eddie smiled and if he went a little easier on them as a result, well that was his secret to keep.

Their first session at Steve’s they were greeted by the smells of something warm and hearty coming from the kitchen.

He ushered them into the front room. “Hey, Dustin, can you show them where they can set up? Eddie’s already down there fussing with his throne.”

“Will do!” Dustin said and motioned for everyone to follow him.

Tables were laid out for the to sit as well as for snacks. And everyone who could contributed to the snacks and drinks. So the table for treats started to fill up and then the main table where Eddie was waiting at the head.

Just as everyone was getting settled Steve came down to check on them.

“I’m glad everyone made it okay,” he said in lieu of greeting.

“Aren’t you worried the neighbors are going to call the cops?” Gareth asked.

Steve shrugged. “I’ve had full on ragers without a peep from the cops, so...no?”

Everyone shared impressed glances.

Steve walked up to Eddie. “When do you guys usually break?”

Eddie shrugged. “Depends on how far they get in the story.”

“Do you think you could give me a heads up of about twenty minutes?”

Eddie pursed his lips. “Could do, I suppose. Why?”

“I’ve got a lasagna in the oven and will need to pop it back in for twenty minutes so it’ll be warm for whenever you guys are ready.”

“Like Stoffer’s?” Tiffany asked.

Steve blinked. “What’s that?”

Even Dustin raised an eyebrow. “You know, the pre-made stuff from the store?”

“Oh, I’ve never had that,” Steve said looking uncomfortable. “I used my grandma’s recipe.”

Brian turned to Eddie. “If you don’t marry him, I will.”

Eddie turned bright pink and hid his face behind his hair.

Steve leaned over and whispered in Eddie’s ear. “You’ll have to ask me out first.”

Eddie dropped the hair and looked up into Steve’s eyes. Yeah, he knew that Steve liked boys. Even had a crush on him, if Brian was to be believed. But it was quite another to be on the receiving end of the Harrington charm.

So before he could answer, Steve was already back up the stairs.

“Did Steve just hit on you?” Will asked.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Previously our intrepid party was traveling down a treacherous mountain pass, with large rocks on either side, towering above them like stone giants, silent and stern.”

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Tag list: @itsfreakingbats @colorful565 @swimmingbirdrunningrock

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k-hippie · 1 year

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CHAMPIGNAC ... FEW LAST DETAILS :)

And of course, we have some mistakes in the links and in the cc content we are currently correcting ... What is a good Sims 3 World without a little headache ? :D And because we love difficulties, we are currently updating our own website ( which is a mess ) ... What else ? Nothing, everything is fine under the sun of this hot summer :D

The General Hospital is a Maxis one, but from Riverview. @nornities ( thanks A LOT for his/her patience to check Champignac ) pointed to us different things : missing mostly. so, somes of you may not see the Hospital ( Hopital des Bleuets ) in their game.

Bad links are currently corrected and both CC sims3packs folder and CC packages folder updated to include few missing stuff, including the Fresco Market items and the Skylight Studio roof elements we used + the Riverview Hospital :) HERE

The Open Swimming pool ( Champignac Bains Romains ) has lost its border texture ... don't worry : just replace with a one you like :)

The School is not the good one : too many missing stuff there, so we are currently uploading a new Champignac save game which should correct the little mistakes here and there HERE

Our Carpets Rabbit Holes folder had to be updated to get the Bistro RH : it is currently done ! But, you have to re-download the Rabbit Holes HERE

Our apologizes for this ! Really ... Anyway, we'll upload in the next hours a folder with ALL Community Lots and another one with ALL the residential Lots :) Just in case ... And here the 2 listings :

CHAMPIGNAC COMMUNITY LOTS

Small Park : Monticule funéraire oublié - Colline des Celtes Small Park : Petit Fleuriste Small Park : La Vieille Tour no1 Small Park : La Vieille Tour no2 Small Park : Place Olivier Magnolia Horse Training Grounds : Elevage Pégase Junkyard : Neo Casse Stadium : Football Club Fire Station : Pompiers Volants Pool : Piscine Municipale Pool : Bains Romains de Champignac Diner : Brasserie du Cercle Gym : Gymnase Club Visitor Allowed : Boulangerie DeNimes Elixir Shop : Boutique d’élixirs : Elixirs et Reliques Theatre : Théâtre & Opéra Cemetary : Cimetière Civil Hospital : Hôpital des Bleuets Bookstore : Le Kiosque no5 Library : Bibliothèque V. Hugo Café : Café Catane Military Base : Bureau des Armées Police Station : Police Municipale Grocery Store : Epicerie des Halles Market : Marché Bio City Hall : Nouvelle Mairie Art Gallery: Villa Medicis Fishing Spot : Lac des Collines Criminal Hideout : Cyber Crime Beach : La Petite Plage Gypsy Wagon : Oeil d’Irma Science Lab : Bio Sciences Supernatural Hangout : Taverne du Nain Business & Journalism : Centre d’Affaires Consignment Store : Boutique & Brocante Bistro : Bistro Gastronomie Nectary : Le Monastère School : Ecole Municipale Vampire Bar & Cocktail : Midnight Lounge

CHAMPIGNAC RESIDENTIAL LOTS

Maison Familiale : 1 double bed + 2 single bed Maison Bleu Indigo : 1 double bed Maison des Pensées : 2 double bed + 2 single bed Maison des Prés : 3 double bed + 1 single bed Maison Ensoleillée : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison des Colocs : 2 double bed Maison Élégante : 2 double bed + 2 single bed Maison Tournesol : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison Biscornue : 2 double bed + 1 single bed Maison des Haies : 1 double bed + 2 single bed Maison Neo Rustique : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison du Mardi : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison du Chanoine : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison de la Vieille Tour de Garde : 1 double bed Maison des Gardiens : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison des Roses : 1 double bed + 2 single bed Maison des Chardons : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison Nénuphars : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison du Bonjour : 1 double bed Maison en Coin : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison du Thym : 1 double bed + 2 single bed Maison Fougères : 1 double bed + 2 single bed Maison des Collines : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Maison du Coquelicot : 2 double bed Maison du Ginkgo : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Manoir Central : 2 double bed + 2 single bed Manoir Chapelle : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Mas des Vignes : 1 double bed + 1 single bed Ferme des Tortues : 2 double bed + 2 single bed Ancien Lavoir : 1 double bed + 2 single bed Ancienne Ferme : 1 double bed Intro de Qualité : 1 single bed Le Camp des Hippies : 1 double bed Le Bosquet de Gardenias : 1 double bed Champignac Starter no1 : 1 single bed Champignac Starter no2 : 1 single bed

We have carefully furnished all the houses of Champignac to avoid half empty houses when visiting your Sims friends in town but not too much to avoid useless weight ;)

Do you know the origin of the name Champignac ?

We'll ... Champignac is a village from Spirou & Fantasio which is one of the most popular classic Franco-Belgian comics. The series, which has been running since 1938, shares many characteristics with other European humorous adventure comics like The Adventures of Tintin and Asterix. It has been written and drawn by a succession of artists ... Spirou and Fantasio are the series' main characters, two adventurous journalists who run into fantastic adventures, aided by Spirou's pet squirrel Spip, the Marsipulami, and their inventor friend the Count of Champignac ... :D

Once again, sorry for the inconvenient. All files should be ok now, and oh ! one last detail ... Have Fun ! \o/

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#sims 3 #sims 3 custom content #sims 3 worlds #sims 3 world #sims 3 cc #k hippie #sims 3 build #champignac #champs les sims #sims de nimes #custom content #community lot #residential lot #build mode #build

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faithhopeloveandtherapy · 18 days

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Today has been the last day of the school summer holidays here. Woohoo! I am so very ready for Miss 5 and Mr 7 to go back to school. Much as I love them and we have had so many fun adventures over the summer and they’ve had lots of great experiences, they are also exhausting to look after day after day and I am just ready for a break.

I haven’t posted since I went to Taylor Swift at Wembley, which was amazing, of course. My friend and I had a great 36 hours in London. Before the concert, we did the Taylor Swift trail in the V&A museum. The day after, we went out for brunch - and while we were queueing outside for a table, bizarrely d1 came wandering past. She was on her way to a day in the London office, but it was so random that we would bump into each other. After brunch, we went to a spa and had lovely lovely massages. We sat in a fancy bar in Mayfair and drank glasses of Sauvignon Blanc while watching all the Rolls Royces with their personalised number plates drive past. And then we went to an illusion museum called Paradox.

After coming home from that it’s just been continuous childcare for two weeks. No more holiday club. By Friday, I was counting down the hours of being their sole entertainment. It’s really tricky for me to take them both out together because of their additional needs, but obviously there is only me most of the time, so I just have to think of things that work and then try and do double duty as two people while we’re out. Mr 7 had a monster meltdown in the swimming pool, and the staff had to help us through the changing room and into the car while he kicked and screamed and fought me the whole time. That was probably a low point. And one of those times I realise that society feels terrible about neglected and traumatised children as a concept, but they’re not always so keen to come face to face with one of those children and the challenges they face just being in the world.

Equally there’s been high points where everything has gone smoothly and we’ve seen the two of them making progress which may not look a lot, but is huge in terms of where we started. Example: Mr 7 can hand over the TV remote control and come to the table when it’s a meal time, or Miss 5 laughs and stims more frequently to show her happiness. She can also make it down the 3 steps from our back door into the garden on her feet now. A whole summer of doing this has been the best physio!

Update on the girls: d1 is settling into living back at home and enjoying her job, d2 broke up with her long term boyfriend of 6 years 💔, and d3 is preparing to move out to university in two weeks time

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starredforlife · 7 months

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Tagged by @eemanee! and i'm supposed to tag 15 people but uhhh idk if i'll do that many lol

1. Are you named after anyone? no but i was named so my name can be spoken fluently in both english and spanish!

2. When was the last time you cried? god idk. maybe late january?

3. Do you have kids? no just my kibby cat jackie

4. What sports do you play/have you played? swam a bit in middle school. i can still do somersaults in the pool like a boss

5. Do you use sarcasm? not often i'm actually quite genuine and earnest if a little condescending but i'm fond of overexaggeration as a form of humor. so it's kinda sarcasm. also i'll straight up lie for the bit to see how many people i can convince at a time (usually at least one)

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? uhhhhhhh . hm. well. maybe their voice?

7. Eye color? lighter brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings? scary movies!!! i'm always down for a horror rec

9. Any talents? i can make a good sandwich!! and i can touch hot things but that's not a talent. i do art but that's literally for my job i dont think it counts bc it's a skill

10. Where were you born? not giving the internet that info but i will let yall know i was born v red. like a tomato

11. Hobbies? writing, reading, watching horror movies, cooking, swimming uhhh kissing girls in gay clubs. what else . oh! working out for rn but eventually i'm hoping to get into fencing

12. Any pets? jack-o-lantern! my tortie cat!

13. Height? 5’4 aughhhhh

14. Favorite school subject? art, physics, history!

15. Dream job? creative director! i love telling people what to do

tagging uhhhh @rmnu @piratebay @blackbearbutch @guillotinegf @knittingnoodle @sparklehoard @inkats and @pastatherapy !

#star's stuff #abt me #thank u for the tag!!

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vclubgurugram · 6 months

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V Club Swimming Pool in Gurgaon: Timings, Ticket Price

The V Club Swimming Pool in Gurgaon is THE place to be when the summer heat is just too brutal to handle. This awesome pool is a total oasis and offers the perfect escape for swimmers of all ages and skill levels to cool off and have a blast!

Let's talk timings first

During those sweltering summer months, the pool is open super early at 6 am all the way until 10 pm at night. Crazy hours, right? But it's perfect for early birds who want to start their day off with a refreshing dip or night owls who need to take a relaxing swim under the stars after a long day. If you visit in the winter instead, no worries - the hours are just slightly adjusted to 7 am-8 pm.

If you're a real swimming fanatic, you'll love that they offer monthly and yearly memberships too. The memberships hook you up with some nice discounts and extra perks. Such a great option for dedicated swimmers and fitness buffs!

This swimming pool in Gurgaon has absolutely top-notch facilities and amenities too. The main attraction is this gigantic Olympic-sized pool with super clean, filtered water that always stays crystal clear and refreshing. There's also a separate little kids' pool area so the little ones have a safe space to play freely without bothering the serious lap swimmers.

After your swim workout, you can hit up their fully-equipped gym onsite to really get those muscles pumping. Or if you prefer to just relax post-swim, grab a yummy drink and snack at their cafe. The refreshments really hit the spot.

Safety is also a huge priority here

There's a team of certified lifeguards monitoring the pool areas at all times, so you never have to worry. And they have really strict hygiene standards too - the pool water is constantly tested and treated to keep it clean and sanitary.

What is V Club?

Alright, allow me to come up with the lowdown on this V Club vicinity it has got everybody in Gurgaon talking. It's this awesome cool sports activities and recreation club that has exceptional centers.

First off, the crown jewel is their massive swimming pool complex that I changed into simply telling you about. Olympic-sized pool, separate youngsters area, on-web site health club, and cafe - it is an entire oasis for swimmers and health junkies. But the V Club is way more than just the pool.

This location is a one-stop store for all of your athletic wishes and activities. They were given tennis and badminton courts, soccer fields, basketball courts, you call it. Perfect for ballers of any sport to get their sweat on. There also are yoga and Zumba instructions for those looking for lower-impact workout routines.

On the pinnacle of all of the sports activities services, V Club low-key doubles as a social hangout spot too. They've got restaurants, bars, and lounges where members can take hold of some grub, and drinks, and just kick it with their group after an energetic day. It's an entire way of life membership sitch.

Whether you are a critical athlete or simply a person searching out a few amusing approaches to stay match, V Club appears to have the whole thing you can want or want under one roof. It's swiftly turning into the place for Gurgaon's lively and social crowd.

The V Club Swimming Pool in Gurgaon is an absolute must-visit in Gurgaon, especially when it's sweltering outside. Between the great facilities, affordable pricing, flexible hours, and safety protocols, it's legitimately the perfect place to make a splash this summer! Who's ready to dive in?

#swimming pool #Swimming Pool in Gurgaon #V Club Swimming Pool in Gurgaon

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raccoonhearteyes · 2 years

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September 25th, 2018

In August, Clarke painted the best piece she’s ever done. She remembers painting it, but doesn’t remember the model, and it’s driving her insane. Everytime she looks at it she is filled with pride, but her stomach also swoops and she can’t figure out why. It has been over a month, and she’s still not sure what she’s missing. How can she not remember the muse for her best piece?

After a month of stewing on the piece, torn between keeping it forever and bringing it to the FBI to track down the girl, she settles for something in between. She wraps it safely with five layers of palette wrap and brings it to the gallery where she works.

After sending a picture to her boss, Indra, she agreed there may be a spot in the gallery for Clarke to hang it and make a sale.

Interest started off slow, and Clarke worried that it wasn’t as good as she thought it was. But then Indra suggested they offer an exclusive one month auction for it. A list was placed next to the piece along with a starting bid that alone would cover Clarke’s expenses for a month. She was ecstatic. But as the month crept by, Clarke has painstakingly watched the buyer interest list grow.

It sold on September 20th. For $10,000 dollars. That pays nearly six months of Clarke's rent. One painting. Six months rent. This painting is single handedly taking care of her for the foreseeable future. And she doesn’t even know who this painting is. No matter how desperately her mind tries to search for a face, a name, the session, she draws a blank. But it is so much money that the troubling nature of a forgotten model is overshadowed.

She briefly considers getting it all in singles and buying a kiddie pool so she can swim around in it, but instead decides to commemorate it differently. She asks Indra if she could keep the auction list. Of course she can’t keep the piece itself-- that defeats the purpose of selling it-- but she thinks framing the auction list is a close second. There are 37 bids on it. 37 people walked into the gallery, saw her piece on the wall, and thought it was worth buying.

She flips through the list, seeing how much each bid increased by, who these potential clients could be. She sees the name Lindsey Waldorf written in big swooping cursive as the second bid. And then again as the eighth. The same swooping handwriting LW is written again as the eighteenth and the twenty-fourth bid. Clarke was pretty sure she spoke to almost everyone who came in and looked at that piece. Why can’t she remember that name? Why can’t she put a face to it? She was in the gallery four times to look at it. Surely Clarke couldn’t have missed her every time. Could she? It’s a name she tries to remember. If she bid for the painting four times, she must have liked it enough that maybe she’d buy a different piece of hers. Prove that this isn’t just a fluke of a sale, that this is a career, and she can do it.

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Clarke’s friends decide they have to celebrate her big sale. They insist on going to a club, getting absolutely wasted, and making Clarke pay for all the drinks. She did just make ten thousand dollars so Clarke is hard pressed to say no to blowing off a little steam.

It’s almost midnight when she sees her. She’s nursing a drink at the bar, but Clarke keeps catching her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes. Her eyes. They’re taunting, absolutely mesmerizing in the way that a forest hides a plethora of treasures. They are taunting Clarke, dancing in the light of strobe light, twinkling with laughter watching her dance with Raven and Octavia.

Even though Clarke is dancing with Raven and Octavia, her eyes stay trained on the stranger at the bar.

“Clarke!” “Earth to Clarke!” Her friends yell at her.

“Huh?” Clarke responds dumbly.

“You have been eye fucking that girl for nearly an hour. Go talk to her.”

Clarke musters up the courage to go over, buying a round of shots first. Emboldened with a shot for each of them, Clarke slides onto the stool next to the girl and pushes a shot over to her.

“What are we celebrating?”

“My first big sale of a painting.”

“You’re an artist?”

“I dabble.”

“To your artistic success, then,” the girl says, raising her shot to clink with Clarke’s before downing it with a hiss and a shake of her head.

“Shouldn’t you get back to your friends?” The girl nods over to where Octavia and Raven are now drunkenly grinding on each other on the dancefloor.

“Who, them? Let’s just say they’re encouraging me to make new friends tonight.”

“Get it, Clarke!” Raven yells from the dance floor, and Clarke buries her face in her hands in embarrassment.

“Ah,” the girl chuckles into her glass.

“Could I convince you to spend a song with me?”

She smiles, and Clarke’s heart flutters in her chest. Clarke leads her to the dancefloor and spins to face her. The dance floor is a blur of bodies and sweat. The music thunders the base so loudly, Clarke can feel it in her chest, and she watches the girl’s hips move so fluidly she’s not entirely convinced the music isn’t made by her movements and not the other way around.

She said her name was Val. It doesn’t seem to fit her in Clarke’s opinion, but she’s too caught up in the sway of hips and the tight T-shirt to really argue. The girl pulls her closer, trying to talk over loud speakers. It’s too deafeningly loud to make anything she says out. Instead, Clarke just focuses on the feeling of a soft hand coming up to her face, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Clarke pulls her in by the loops of her belt, matching the girl’s rhythm. Clarke feels the sensual power of hips as they glide with the beat. The girl is completely driven by the music, and Clarke gives herself over to it too.

The song switches, and Clarke is dreading letting her go, but instead of ducking out after a dance, the girl pulls Clarke's hand up and around her neck. They catch each other's eyes while Clarke bites her lip and smiles. The girl presses their heads together and it grows intense again. They’re both breathing hard, practically sharing the same breath with how close they’re pressed together, but Clarke doesn't want to be anywhere other than in this intoxicating stranger’s arms. This stranger who feels like she knows everything about Clarke's body while moving together. Clarke has a vague inkling that her friends might be waiting for her to come back. Fuck it. She’s content right here, right now, focused on this girl.

It gets a little intense, Clarke can feel the moment building but wants to stretch it out. Wants to stretch this anticipation even longer. That’s always been the best part of a first kiss. So when Val dips her chin to kiss her, she spins. Presses her back against Val’s chest, feels her groan as her ass settles against her hips. It all feels new and exciting but strangely comforting. Familiar. Hands on hips guide her, trace her thighs and belly, move to grab her own hands and link their fiingers together as they sway. It feels... intimate. More than it should. But Clarke welcomes it. Then Val noses her hair aside, maybe drops a kiss to her neck and nuzzles closer. Then whispers in her ear, "Do you want to get out of here?"

“God, yes.” Clarke’s almost ashamed at how needy her voice comes out, how quickly she signals to her friends that she’s leaving. But she looks into forest green eyes that are so dark they’re almost black and realizes, maybe she’s not the only one as affected by their connection.

“I only live a few blocks away,” Clarke admits, making it very clear where she wants this night to go.

The walk back to Clarke’s apartment is full of heated looks. They don’t stop touching the entire way, whether it’s entwined fingers, an arm slung around shoulders, or tucked into a back pocket. By the time Clarke opens her front door, she’s aching with need. She barely has time to enter the apartment before she finds herself pressed against her own front door. One of them lets out a low groan. Clarke’s not entirely sure it wasn’t her, but things escalate from there. Her jacket is tossed to the floor along with Val’s t-shirt.

Clarke feels a tongue glide against her bottom lip and opens to meet it against full pouty lips, when she’s suddenly kissing at air.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have ambushed you like that.”

“I was very into it. No need to apologize,” Clarke responds, suddenly cold without her jacket and the weight and warmth of another person against her.

“I just…We’re both pretty drunk. I want to make sure you want this.” She looks nervous, and Clarke steps forward to reassure, “I am more shots than I can count in, but I can assure you, this is exactly what I want.”

Clarke cups a strong jawline and leans back in to kiss. It’s chaste and sweet, “But if it makes you feel better, we can have some water, sober up a little bit, and then return to this.”

She nods, and Clarke brings her into her tiny kitchen to get them each a glass of water.

“So, you mentioned you made a big sale?”

“My first official painting sale,” Clarke responds in triumph.

“What was it of?”

“Want to see a picture?” Clarke pulls out her phone to get a photo of it. Clarke watches the girl’s eyes roam over the screen, asking if she can hold the phone to zoom in on different areas. She looks enthralled and Clarke’s chest puffs with pride. She smiles at the small birthmark painted on the right hip, and Clarke’s starts to talk about how she likes to add small details like that to make it more personal. While the piece doesn’t give away who the model is by face, the imperfect splotch is a fingerprint in and of itself.

Val takes a deep breath before returning Clarke’s phone, “It’s beautiful. Was it hard to let go of the painting?”

“I know that’s the whole point-- selling your art to avoid the whole starving artist thing, but still. It’s hard. Letting go of the painting. I miss it every day.”

“She must have been someone special.”

“It’s interesting, actually. Every portrait I’ve done, my best work, is always someone real. Friends. Family. A stranger who sat for me. I remember all of them. But I cannot for the life of me remember who she was.”

“Maybe you dreamed of her.”

“Maybe. I’ve never been one who remembers my dreams though. You remind me of the painting, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think so. You just have the same energy as that painting. I’d look at it and I'd get this warm, soft feeling. I don’t remember who she was, but I remember that feeling. Maybe I should have included her face…”

A deep blush rises on sharp cheekbones, and Clarke smiles then continues, “She was also naked and insanely hot, as evidenced by this,” she says gesturing to the erotic pose of the model, “and if I’ve proven my sobriety to you at this point, I’d really like to get to the point where you remind me of the painting for that reason too.”

There were no more words. No need for such things. Not when Clarke was pulled so easily into this girl's orbit. Not when she had a long neck on display and she could be distracted by the way this girl moaned and writhed when it was kissed. Not when she slid shorts down to find a familiar shape on her right hip. Not when she had a pretty girl between her own legs drawing patterns with her tongue. Not when she felt the bed dip late at night and a quiet re-collection of clothing. That was how Clarke ignored the gnawing feeling of forgetting her muse, and that was a better way to spend her time.

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Clarke wakes up in tangled sheets and a pounding headache. Her muscles are sore in strange places and she swears if that bird doesn’t shut up, she’s going to shoot it. Nothing should be that chipper in the morning.

Clarke manages to squint open a single eye and grope the top of the bedside table for her phone. She has 63 unread messages from Octavia and Raven.

Raven: Did you get some?

Octavia: You told us you were leaving with, and I quote “a goddess”

Raven: Was she a good lay?

Raven: Was she hot?

Raven: Was she everything you wanted?

Raven: Did you fuck her in the bathroom?

Raven: I am soooooooo drunk. I don’t even remember what she looked like.

Raven: Send nudes.

Raven: Of her. We’ve both seen your stuff.

Octavia: Ray, they’re probably still busy 😏

What are they talking about? Clarke’s pretty sure she would remember going home with a goddess. Although… her sheets are pretty twisted… she is naked… and there’s a glass of water and some ibuprofen on her nightstand that she certainly didn’t have the wherewithal to set out last night. Did she go home with someone?

She types out a response.

Clarke: I honestly don’t remember anything about last night.

Someone looking for a quick fuck, who sneaks out before the other person wakes up doesn’t leave water and ibuprofen out for them. Confused, Clarke shrugs on a shirt from the floor and surveys the apartment. No one in her bathroom. No forgotten clothing. She checks a mirror. No hickeys. Then why does she have a delicious soreness in her thighs? Why is her left forearm a bit achey? There are two water glasses sitting on her kitchen counter. What happened last night?

#clexa #lexa #clarke griffin #the invisible life of addie larue #clexa au

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Under The Silver Lake Explained

This is me trying to explain what’s going on in the movie Under the Silver Lake. I’m gonna spoil the whole thing.

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Sam is about to be evicted for not paying his rent, but throughout the movie makes no effort to get the money.

Sarah and her bichon frisé sit by the pool. Sam looks at them through binoculars. One might think he is interested in Sarah. Actually he is interested in the dog. Sam is the dog killer and is planning to kill the dog.

Sam talks to his girlfriend about his favorite issue of Playboy magazine. On the cover is a woman underwater, in a distinct pose. More on that later.

There is a red can of spray paint in Sam’s room. More on that later.

In the Under the Silver Lake comic, the author writes that only he knows the secrets of Silver Lake. And that one day he will reveal the truths about the mysterious crimes, murders and disappearances. The comic also mentions the dog killer. Sam tries to get in touch with the author, because Sam is worried the author knows that Sam is the dog killer and will reveal it. The author doesn’t know though, he is crazy too.

Sam sees Sarah’s dog alone. Sam gives it a dog biscuit, planning to kill the dog. But then Sarah shows up, so he doesn't. Sarah asks what kind of dog Sam had, (since why else would he have a dog biscuit). Sam says his dog recently died.

Sarah invites Sam in. They watch How to Marry a Millionaire, and there is a poster for that movie on the wall. The movie is about three beautiful women that want to marry a millionaire. More on that later.

Sarah has an engraved bracelet. More on that later.

Sarah’s two female roommates come home. Sam sees a pirate with them. The pirate is imaginary. Sarah invites Sam to meet her again the next day.

Some kids have vandalized Sam’s car and other cars. Sam beets them up, suggesting he is dangerous and crazy.

The next day Sam discovers Sarah and her roommates have moved away in the night. Sam thinks this is mysterious. His landlord disagrees. The landlord is right. The landlord says Sam is about to become homeless.

Sam begins investigating Sarah’s disappearance. He breaks into her now mostly empty apartment. He sees a symbol on the wall. I think he imagines the symbol. (Or possibly he broke in earlier and wrote the symbol on the wall, and doesn't remember doing that.)

A woman comes to the apartment and picks up a box containing some of Sarah’s things. The woman gets in a car with two other women. Sam follows them in his car.

The women get out of the car, and one points to a scoreboard for some sport. Sam writes down the score on the board as if it has some secret meaning, because he is crazy.

Later Sam sees the women hand over the box to the pirate. The pirate is still imaginary.

Sam follows the women to Purgatory, a club. They go into a swimming pool. Sam stalks them in the pool.

Going back a bit. The following are movie posters we saw in Sam’s living room. They are all hints.

Abbot and Costello meets Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde/ the Wolf Man: Like characters in these movies Sam has a secret dark side. He has a split personality or similar.

Psycho: Sam is Psycho.

Rear Window: it is about a man that spies on his neighbors like Sam did.

Creature from the Black Lagoon: About a monster that goes after a swimming woman. Much like Sam is after the women in the pool. We see a couple of other women in water later, women that Sam is after.

Sam follows one of the women into the ladies' room to ask about Sarah. She knees him in the balls and runs away. Other women come in and are angry that Sam is there. They start barking at him. The barking is imaginary. Sam likes women when they are nice to him, but when they are not he thinks of them as dogs. And Sam is the dog killer.

Millicent Sevens is in Purgatory. The news breaks that her famous billionaire father Jefferson is dead.

The comics author calls Sam and arranges to meet him. While on the phone a shadowy man starts following Sam. The shadow man is imaginary. He appears when Sam is talking to the author, because Sam is paranoid about the author knowing Sam is the dog killer. Sam hides from the shadow man and in doing so gets sprayed by a skunk.

Skipping ahead to a later scene. Sam and some women see the words “Beware the Dog Killer” sprayed in red on the street. Sam sprayed the words, remember he had a red spray can in his apartment. The woman is worried about the dog killer and they also wonder what the awful smell is. The smell is from Sam. And he acquired the smell because he is the dog killer. The stench is a metaphor for his guilt.

Skipping back again. Sam watches the news about Jefferson’s Sevens death. Jefferson was found in a burned car with 3 dead women believed to be prostitutes. The news anchor says a bichon frisé was found in the purse of one of the women. Sam sees a policeman holding Sarah’s hat. Sam believes one of the women was Sarah. Sam is imagining the hat on the TV, and probably what the news anchor said about the dog. Sarah has nothing to do with Jefferson Sevens.

Sam dreams that Sarah barks like a dog. This is foreshadowing.

Sam sees a woman on a commercial billboard. More on that later.

Sam meets the comics author. The author has a collection of life masks. One of them is of Johnny Depp. More on that later.

Sam shows the author the symbol he saw on Sarah’s wall. The author says it is a hobo symbol and gives Sam a guide to hobo symbols. If Sam imagined the symbol, isn’t it a weird coincidence that the author happened to have a guide to them? I think Sam saw the symbol in the author’s comic. The author’s madness is influencing Sam’s madness.

The author tells Sam about the owl’s kiss, a mysterious naked killer woman. She does not exist, the author is crazy.

Sam talks with his friend. Sam thinks he is living a bad version of the life he is supposed to have. He thinks he should be successful, but does not work or do anything that would make him successful. He thinks rich people have some secret knowledge. He maybe thinks it is this knowledge that makes them successful, rather than say work or inheritance.

Sam meets two prostitutes and a man with a Native American headdress. Those three get into a limo. Sam sees the pirate in the limo. The pirate has not gotten any less imaginary since the last time.

Skipping to a later scene. Sam meets the prostitute again and asks who is the pirate looking guy in the limo. Since the pirate is imaginary I think the prostitute thinks he is referring to the man in the Native American headdress. With his beard and makeup he kinds of looks like Johnny Depp’s character in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. I think the life mask we saw of Depp earlier is a hint about this. Depp’s mask has a beard, mustache and bandana like he has in those movies. The prostitute says she doesn’t know who he is, that he is anonymous. He was probably a client.

The prostitute says she saw Sarah at the party at a luxurious compound. She mentions a rich songwriter lives there.

Skipping back again. Sams hears a rumor that there are secret messages in the music of the local band Jesus and the Brides of Dracula. Sam finds the message “Rub deans Head” in one of the songs. But he is crazy, there is no message.

Sam rubs a statue of James Dean, and the Homeless King comes. The Homeless King is imaginary. Why imagine a homeless king? Sam is subconsciously worried he is going to be homeless. When the Homeless King says who he is, Sam is happy. Because if you can be homeless and a king at the same time, being homeless isn't so bad. Sam is in denial.

The Homeless King advises Sam to follow coyotes and shows Sam some stuff underground. This is also imaginary.

Sam finds out the comics author is dead. Sam watches the surveillance tape from the author's house and sees the Owl’s Kiss enter. The Owl’s Kiss is imaginary. I think Sam actually sees himself on the tape, but is in denial and substituting the Owl’s kiss. Sam killed the author, because he was afraid the author was going to reveal that Sam is the dog killer.

Sam attacks Jesus and asks him why he put a secret message in the song.

Skipping back to an earlier scene, Sam danced to What’s the Frequency Kenneth. The song title refers to an incident when a crazy man attacked news anchor Dan Rather while asking “Kenneth, what is the frequency.” The man thought there were secret messages in the news directed at him. Much like Sam thought there were secret messages in Jesus’ music and therefore attacked him.

Jesus says some mysterious song writer wrote those songs. Now there is no reason to think this is the same songwriter that the prostitute mentioned, but Sam believes it is. He gets the prostitute to take him to the house of the songwriter she mentioned. When he walks to the house, it is a matte painting. It looks nice but fake. That’s a clue that what we’re about to see isn’t real.

Sam meets the songwriter. The songwriter plays him Where is My Mind. This is another clue that Sam is crazy, as that song was used in another movie with a crazy protagonist. To say which one would spoil that movie.

The song writer tries to shoot Sam, but Sam beats him to death with Kurt Cobain’s guitar. Sam has blood all over him. He takes the gun. Now this didn’t actually happen, this ridiculous songwriter can’t be real. But in a later scene Sam still has the gun. He has a new shirt on, and there is a little bit of blood on it, like if some of the blood from Sam got on it. So I think Sam did indeed kill someone.

The Owl’s Kiss appears in Sam's apartment. But when Sam confronts her, she immediately runs away. She can’t actually attack Sam, being imaginary. If you need more proof that Sam is Crazy, Sam looks for her in a small drawer.

Sam follows a coyote to a party. Since following coyotes isn’t really a reliable way to solve mysteries, what follows is all imaginary, and therefore provides some insight into Sam’s subconscious.

A woman at the party tells Sam she likes his shirt. It is a plain white shirt. Maybe symbolic for women liking Sam despite there being nothing likable about him. Or maybe his subconscious is trying to draw his attention to the bloodstains on the shirt.

People at the party talk about a 12-year old girl who wrote, produced, directed and sound designed her own sitcom. Sam is jealous of other people’s success.

Sam meets the woman from the commercial billboard, who treats him like an old boyfriend. Sam doesn’t really know this woman, it’s imaginary.

Sam meets Millicent Sevens. They go for a walk. They talk about the dog killer. Millicent says anyone who can kill a dog could just as well kill a person. Sam disagrees. This is Sam’s subconscious trying to tell him he’s murdered humans too, and Sam being in denial.

They see another homeless man. Sam is still worried about becoming homeless. But this man isn’t nice or happy like the Homeless King. Sam’s denial is starting to crack, subconsciously he’s starting to think being homeless will be bad. Sam says he hates the homeless. I think he’s projecting, he hates that he’s about to become homeless.

Sam says the homeless watch people eating delicious food. More on that later

Sam and Milliecent go swimming. Millicent says she thinks someone has been following her. She gives Sam a bracelet she says she found in her dad’s office. It’s Sarah’s bracelet. Milliecent is shot. Her dead body is in the same pose as the woman on Sam’s Playboy magazine. More proof that this is happening in Sam’s head.

Back to reality. Sam still has the bracelet. How is that possible, if the party was imaginary? When Sam went to see the songwriter I think he met Sarah. Remember, the prostitute implied Sarah knew the songwriter. Sarah must have understood Sam was crazy, got scared and acted negatively. Maybe she pulled a gun on him. Sam doesn't like it when women don’t like him, so he killed her. He took her bracelet. Then he made up the party to explain to himself how he got it.

Decoding the message on the bracelet he finds a location. He doesn’t actually decode anything, his methods are crazy. When he goes to the location everything that happens there is imaginary.

Sam meets a man who explains that rich men, like him and Jefferson Sevens, get sealed in tombs, each with three beautiful women. Sam has made this up, in part from watching How to Marry a Millionaire, about three beautiful women that want to marry a millionaire. The man says that in the tombs they will have sex, watch television, eat delicious meals and drink wine. This is pretty much how Sam wants to live his life. The phrase delicious meals is similar to the phrase delicious food that Sam used earlier, because the man is made up by Sam.

Then rich men and their women are to ascend to another universe. Like heaven, but real and exclusive. This comes from Sam’s jealousy of successful people. One of the women says she wishes Sam could come with them. This is Sam wishing he could go with them. The man mocks the things Sam can achieve in his life, a normal job and car etc. Says it’s worthless. This is Sam being unhappy with having an ordinary life. Sam has created a religion for himself. An unusually miserable religion where the happy afterlife is denied him.

The Homeless King whistles the song Crazy. Hint nr. 83 that Sam is crazy.

The Homeless King asks Sam why he has dog biscuits in his pocket. Sam says he wants to get back together with a girl that has a dog. This is a different explanation than he gave Sarah, because he is lying, he is the dog killer. And since the Homeless King is imaginary, Sam is lying to himself.

Back to reality. Sam sees the commercial billboard again. The poster is being replaced by a new one and the words “I can see clearly now” is being obscured. This is symbolic, Sam does not see clearly.

The landlord finds a symbol painted on Sam’s apartment wall. Sam wrote that symbol.

Throughout the movie there are many codes, more than I have mentioned. Solving these is possible. If you don’t wanna do it yourself, plenty of people online have done so. But what they say isn’t about the reality of the movie. Instead we are seeing the world as Sam sees it. Since Sam thinks there are hidden codes everywhere we see the codes. But in reality those codes aren’t there.

#under the silver lake #david robert mitchell #film analysis #movie analysis

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Various Actors, Professional Wrestlers, Porn Stars x Fem Reader- "Swimming Pools"

This fanfiction may contain material things may find problematic, but viewer discretion is advised...

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You've had this sexual fantasy of being at a local community swimming pool, and the men at this swimming pool are Don Johnson in the early 1970's when he looked like this:

Even though Don Johnson looked sexy AF during the late 1980's when he had long hair, he also looked sexy AF in the early 1970's before he was famous, and in the early 1970's he looked like a teenager despite that he was a grown man.

Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family" during the late 1980's when he looks like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looks like this:

Or maybe even how he looks in the film "Fast Times At Ridgemont High".

John Ritter in his "Three's Company" days when he looks like this:

Leigh McCloskey in the film "Alexander: The Other Side of Dawn" when he looks like this:

Wrestler Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's when he looked like this or when he first joined ECW:

Some of the other men at this swimming pool include Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage in the late 1990's and the year 2000 when he had long blond hair, 90's and 2000's Chris Jericho when he has long hair and no facial hair, Bill Paxton in the "Tales from the Crypt" episode "People Who Live in Brass Hearses", late 1990's Shawn Michaels (specifically Shawn in 1997/1996), Triple H at the end of 1997/beginning of 1998 or even during his 90's blueblood Hunter Hearst Helmsley days, Nova from ECW in the late 1990's or even in 2001/2002, Brian Pillman in 1996, Raven during his ECW and WCW days, Leif Cassidy in 1996 (before he grew that handlebar moustache at the end of the year), Tommy Rogers either during his Fantastics days at the end of 1988 or during his ECW run in the late 90's (he looks better during his Fantastics days), Rob Van Dam either during his ECW and WWE/F days in the 90's and early 2000's or RVD during his Robbie V days in WCW in 1993, Razor Ramon/Scott Hall, wrestler Sam Houston in the 1990's, wrestler Wayne Bloom in the early 1990's, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio in 1994 or even in 1998 when he was on the short lived sitcom "The Army Show", Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" and WCW wrestler Jim Powers.

Other men in this fantasy are male porn stars Biff Malibu, Gerry Pike, Jay Serling in the 1980's when he doesn't have facial hair and Shawn Ricks in the 2001 porn movie "Babewatch 4", Vince Van Patten on "Baywatch", John Bender in "the Breakfast Club", Thomas Haden Church in the 90's when he has long hair and looks like this:

And maybe even Mark Hamill in the film "Corvette Summer".

In this fantasy, Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Raven in ECW and WCW, Leif Cassidy in 1996, Robbie V from WCW, Chris Jericho, Jerry Lynn in the early 90's, Eric Stoltz and maybe even Nova in his ECW days are meant to be teenage boys even though all of these aforementioned men are grown men.

Bubba Higgins on "Mama's Family", John Bender in "The Breakfast Club" and Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" were teenagers even though they were played by grown men.

You are not a sexual predator or pedophile, all of the men in this fantasy were grown legal men even if some of them were playing teens.

The rest of the listed men in this fantasy are grown men playing grown men.

At this swimming pool, some of these men are lounging in pool chairs, whereas some of the boys like Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Bubba Higgins and Jeff Hardy are inside the swimming pool splashing about.

Some of the men in this fantasy are also lifeguards sitting in chairs.

Shawn Michaels, Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers, Wayne Bloom, John Sencio, Biff Malibu, and Gerry Pike all have their long hair hanging down in this fantasy, although all of these men in this fantasy have their long hair hanging down except for Jim Powers.

You walked this community swimming pool wearing a rather skimpy pink bikini, like the bikini Susanna Hoffs wears on the poster for the movie "The All-Nighters".

When you step further into the swimming pool but not taking a dip into the swimming pool yet, just about all of the males' eyes were all on you.

Their heads turned and their eyes were all on you.

Some of the men in this fantasy lounging in pool chairs were smiling from ear to ear hollering at you and giving you those "wolf whistles" as they're called.

Teenage boys are infamously horny, and these teen boys eyes were focused on you where their eyes were studying your body up and down while their mouths grinned and erections were forming under their shorts.

They were no longer playing and splashing around in this pool but instead looking at you.

You didn't mind these men and boys staring and leering at you, in fact, you specifically wanted them all to look at you.

With a grin on your face, you stood there and would turn your body to show yourself off to all of these men and boys to leer at you.

"This little bikini top can barely cover my breasts" you stated loud enough for all of these men at this pool to hear, your eyes staring at one of your breasts saying that.

You said that to sexually arouse these men.

Later on in this fantasy, you got into this swimming pool, where you stood in front of these men playing teenage boys like Don Johnson, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Raven, Chris Jericho, Eric Stoltz, Leif Cassidy, Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family", John Bender from "The Breakfast Club", Robbie V from WCW and Leigh McCloskey.

They were all smiling and eager standing in front of you, and you lowered your chest down until the pool's water was above your breasts.

As the water was above your tits, your hands reached behind your back and untied the back of your bikini top, where you pulled your top off of your chest and let your breasts soak under the cold water.

The boys noticed your barenaked breasts under the water and pointed at them, where they smiled from ear to ear and got excited.

They'd probably cum in the swimming pool.

After your breasts were dampened by this cold water, you raised your body up until your barenaked tits were above the water, where you were showing your barenaked tits off to these men.

Your breasts were now wet and your nipples were erect from the cold water.

These boys cheered seeing your barenaked breasts and soon the rest of these men in the pool's eyes were glued to your tits.

Some of the men were cheering for your breasts out exposed.

You stood there topless with a wicked grin on your face showing off.

These boys were getting horny when you walked next to the pool and showed yourself off, but they were getting hornier when they saw your bare, wet breasts.

They weren't the only ones getting horny, so were the rest of these men at the swimming pool.

If you could, you'd ask these boys to dunk their heads under the pool's water and you'd sink down under the water as well, where you'd flash your barenaked breasts to them.

However, these boys aren't wearing swimming goggles, and when people open their eyes when they're underwater and don't wear goggles, their vision looks foggy.

Although, this is a fantasy.

Plus, you want some of these men lounging by the pool and lifeguards to look at your barenaked breasts too.

"I just love how cool and cold this pool is" you stated to these boys, "Feels good to swim in cold water during a hot day"

You were referring to this because the cold water is making your nipples erect.

"Y'know, boys can walk around shirtless, but girls can't" you added, saying that as an excuse to show off your barenaked breasts.

Meanwhile, these boys standing in front of you wouldn't take their eyes off of your breasts and all of them were smiling, some of their hands wanted to reach out and touch them.

They can look and they can touch.

Heh, you could've entered this swimming pool wearing a white T-shirt with a bikini bottom but no bikini top under your shirt, where you would've soaked yourself into the pool and your breasts and nipples are seen under your top after you've taken a dip, where you would've shown off your breasts to all of these men and boys without even raising and pulling your shirt up.

This fantasy could also take place at a summer camp, where these boys are all attending a summer camp and these men are camp counselors, and before these boys go swimming, you approach them wearing a bikini, where you show your body off to these men and boys while they all gaze happily with their eyes reading your body.

This fantasy almost did take place at a summer camp, but I decided on a swimming pool instead.

You could've included wrestlers like the Young Bucks in the 2010's and Dean Ambrose during his WWE days, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's and early 2000's.

There's other men---mainly professional wrestlers---you could add to this fantasy.

You can't decide if Triple H at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998, Nova from ECW and John Ritter in his "Three's Company" heyday looks underage.

#don johnson #bubba higgins #mama's family #john ritter #leigh mccloskey #eric stoltz #jerry lynn #jeff hardy #christian cage #shawn michaels #triple h #hunter hearst helmsley #rob van dam #robbie v #swimming pool

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