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pangur-and-grim · 5 months ago
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look at those grippers.....
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theresascove · 1 month ago
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wanna feel you against me ₊ ⊹
rock climber!ellie williams x f!reader
your friend takes you rock climbing—and shit your belay instructing partner is hot
tw: not proofread, SMUT, modern!au, sensual flirting, sex on a floor mat, grinding, fingering (r receiving), kissing, strangers to lovers, r’s friend is a bit annoying, r is wearing a tank top, muscle kink, cum kink (if u squint)
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wc ✎ 1.9k • this is based off a real experience of mine
It was a random suggestion. Rock climbing, something very fun but you feel it’s not talked about a lot. Your friend brought it up, texting if you’d like to join her to go rock climbing for no particular reason (she wanted to see her boyfriend). You had nothing else planned that day, so why not. With the admission fee of $10 an hour, it sounded like a great time.
Your friend drove, chatting the entire way about how her boyfriend’s been doing this since forever. Mainly she was getting on about how he would teach her and she was almost crushing like a middle schooler. It was cute, also a bit annoying because it was the entire conversation until you arrived to the place. You had a feeling that once she saw him, he’d leave you behind—but whatever, you’ll still have fun.
“I think he’s inside, and he’ll help us get set up. I think he said he’ll be at the desk.”
She was right, he was standing just to the right of the desk. He greeted you with a smile before hugging and kissing your friend.
“Okay, I have it in the system that you’re both on a belayer climb—“
You looked away from the rock walls at him once those words were uttered. Your friend looked to you with a smile, “I forgot that detail.”
You sighed, “I don’t know how to climb with a belayer. I only know how to with the automatic climb.”
Some pop song that was being played across the facilities filled the awkward second. Her boyfriend waved you off, “no worries, gimme a second.”
He walked back towards some office room, leaving you with your friend. She looked around, staying silent beside you. You’re feeling a little like you shouldn’t have come until you saw the woman walking behind her boyfriend. Like an old cartoon you almost felt your bottom lip drop open in a gasp.
“Here, she’ll teach you. That okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah that’s fine.”
He started to bring your friend over to get set up to climb, and she looked back at you—mouthing a sorry. She’s lucky that this woman is attractive.
The woman looked to you with a smile, reaching a hand out, “Name’s Ellie. I’ll be assisting your climb today.“
Holy fuck, her hands��the tattoo trailing down her wrist and stopping near her bicep.
Your inner turmoil was hidden deep within you when you reached a very steady hand back to meet here, voice clear and calm as you introduce yourself.
“Never done belay climbing, huh?”
She says, reaching to grab ahold of the shoe that was of the sizing you told her.
“No, never have. I’ve only done pulley.”
“Well today you’ll learn. We can take it easy, of course unless you prefer to just full send it.”
You grabbed the climbing shoes from her, “absolutely not, I have a slight issue with heights. So, I’m interested to see how this goes.”
She rests a hand on her hip, “scared of heights—? Or?”
“No,” you finished pulling the strap, “just worried if I’ll fall from a high height—like nothing will catch me.”
“No worries there, I won’t let you. What size? I’ll grab your harness.”
She walks back out with this thing that always looks a mess—similar to a ball of combined necklaces getting caught on each other. She hands it to you, laughing and reaching her hands around you to help strap it on when you struggle.
“Ever strapped before or—? You’re shit at this.”
You almost choked, “no. I mean I have, I just don’t do it often.”
“That’s crazy to me, all I’ve really ever known is rock climbing.”
She walks onto the mats with you in toll, “how long have you done it?”
“Oh man,” she sighs, looking for an empty spot, “since I was really little. Friend of mine, Joel—he taught me and I’ve had a love for it since.”
She widens her stance after grabbing a spot, “alright, you know the basics I assume? Keep your hips close to the wall. Here start climbing a little and I’ll adjust a bit.”
You gripped onto a few rocks, all of a similar color—green and climbed up a foot off the ground. Ellie reached her hand, sliding it onto your hip to adjust your posture. Her grip is stern, leaning it where she sees as right.
“Keep a hip close to the wall. Helps posture, makes it easier on your body.”
You nod, moving forward as she directs.
“Mm, good. Here I’ll get you set up now.”
She looks excited to do so, moving back to grab chalk and such. Fuck you really shouldn’t be almost imaging scenarios just from seeing her hands—her back and arm muscles flexing from the slightest movement.
The climb runs smoothly, especially with her. Her instructions are easy to follow. The little praises throughout the climb is really what motivates you. If she told you to go left, you did—you trusted her. And it was fun as hell, laughter shared when you’d mess up your left and rights or make a silly comment.
Two hours flew by and you weren’t even realizing how the facility started to grow emptier. Families, friends, children, couples—all started to leave. The windows out front, having opened up for the sunset light to shine through—now showed how much time had passed since. It was dark save for the street lights.
“Hey,” your friend called, a thin layer of sweat covering her, “they’re closing soon. You ready?”
Honestly you didn’t want to leave. Seemed Ellie didn’t want you too either.
“Im closing tonight, if you wanted to you could stay for a bit.”
The boyfriend appeared after, “perfect. Are you okay with dropping her off though? It’ll be a little late, I mean it’s already like ten.”
She waved him off, looking to you with a smile. With them gone, the two of you shifted over towards bouldering when you asked to see her climb. You especially were tired, fingers cramping from where you were pulling yourself up on the rock wall.
“What level do you usually boulder on,” you ask from where you laid on the mat—leaned back on your elbows.
She stood in front of the wall, hands up and behind her to tie her short hair back into a ponytail, “usually like 7 or 8.”
“So,” you drawled out the o sound, eyeing the curving wall for the level she described, “the purple?”
She looks back to you before angling herself on the wall. A hand on one before she moved with ease towards the next few—climbing her way around the curve until she was almost dangling on the side. It was silent as she did so. You were enthralled for many reasons. One for her agility and strength. Two for the way her back moved when she reached for another.
She fell down once she was out on the other side, reaching the ground with a raspy laugh. You smiled, licking your lips when she got close.
“Gonna try?”
“Oh there’s no way,” you point to the wall, “if you wanna see a bug squirm sure but.”
“No, you’ll do fine. I’ll help if you want.”
With how close she stood behind you, moving your hands to the right rocks and pushing your hips close to the wall—you were fighting your insane thoughts. You could see the freckles that lined her face, could smell her woody scent, her voice was clearer beside your ear. And damn something snapped in you. She felt it too.
Her eyes would linger on your chest when you leaned, you eyed her up and down—giving her a sly grin. The air changed. Her touches would linger, your voice got softer. You really wanted her and it really seemed she did too.
“Your friends said that?”
You asked, arms crossed. She finished her drink, shrugging, “I don’t know. My friends say I’m intimidating. That I give off dominant vibes.”
Whatever came over you then, you’re glad it did.
A finger slipped into her harness, tugging her just a bit closer. Nothing uncomfortable, but it did close a bit of distance.
“Are you?”
That set it off. Her eyes got dark, pupils blown as she looked down to your lips.
“Damn please let me kiss you.”
A smile and a nod later she had you on your back on the mat, hands above your head as she kissed you breathless. She tugged her white tank over her head with an arm. Her sports bra that was peeking the whole night was revealed.
You weaved your free hand into her hair, kissing her while undoing her pony tail. The rubber band fell somewhere, but that didn’t matter to you at all. You were hot, body slick and shiny. She was in a similar boat, lips open and panting—coming back down on yours with little wet sounds. You moaned so sweetly in her ear when she dragged those red lips down your neck.
“Fuck you’re so hot,” she mumbles, breathing in deep on your neck before biting.
You laugh, “says you.”
She snaps back then. Her moods switching as she places soft pecks down your body until she kissed right above your pants. You nodded, begging her.
“Don’t gotta ask me twice,” she whispers to nobody in particular as she slides them down your legs—leaving you in your underwear.
She slid her finger between your folds, breathing shakily when she sees how you shudder. You’re warm again when she hovers you again.
“Please I need you to let me fuck you. Shit you’re so hot, I need you.”
“Please Ellie—“
Her name coming off your pretty lips was enough to make her groan. She smiles like she’s high, kissing on your clit over your underwear. You gasp, a hand tugging at her hair while the other dug into the mat.
She tugged your underwear to the side, slipping a finger in. A hand flew to cover your mouth, eyes shutting. Slight embarrassment filled you knowing she’s seeing how wet you are, meanwhile Ellie’s on cloud nine—getting high off of you.
One, two, three fingers later and you have your back arched towards her. Her focus is on your face, eyes darting around to catch every shift. Eyebrows furrowing, lips dropping open, your deep breaths, nails gripping tighter on the spongy mat.
“Els, oh fuck-!”
You cried. Her pace was steady, you guess it’s from the way she works her arms out daily for hours. It pays off.
“Ellie—Els!”
She kisses your jaw, “come for me, please.”
Her body on yours, her veiny fingers working you open, her pale green eyes on yours, her little pants. Fuck you came hard. You gripped onto her tighter, actually with force to make her wince.
“Damn,” she brings her fingers out, licking them.
“Didn’t know you had this in you,” you breathe out, “you look innocent.”
She hums, “not to my friends apparently.”
Your pants are slid back on your legs by her truly. Her body sliding to lay beside you.
“Wanna go on a date?”
“Like now?”
“If you wanna,” she starts, looking away from you almost nervously.
“I’d love to.”
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pastelpaperplanes · 2 months ago
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Pastel please. I we need to see tf one Sentinel in your style please. Please I need him. I mean we. Who said that.
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you all better open your ears as wide as you can bc you're gonna hear me out
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bedupolker · 8 months ago
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Climb time! Feat. @bowelfly's magnificent weevzard, Quercus
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okartichoke · 4 days ago
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Turnabout Sisters played poorly on stakes in tears of the kingdom
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devileaterjaek · 8 months ago
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jillraggett · 10 months ago
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Plant of the Day
Friday 9 February 2024
The species Monstera dubia (shingle plant) has juvenile foliage that clings to a host tree trunk or other surface, until the plant matures and produces leaves with splits called fenestrations. This plant is becoming popular as a houseplant.
Jill Raggett
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das-a-kirby-blog · 3 months ago
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fellas, if your girl wears a warm puffy coat, wields a hammer, and is found in colder regions
that ain't your girl, that's king dedede and the ice climbers
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monokkuro · 3 months ago
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tamarinfrog-art · 4 months ago
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"Hey! Save some for me too!"
The boy is strong (they both are)
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i-lavabean · 5 months ago
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Mall Goth GAIA Gang
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shuicoke · 2 months ago
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sweeneydino · 8 months ago
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Like to think they have little climbing areas installed all around the lair since the kids love to climb and jump. A huge jungle gym.
I have my reasons...
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Cough.
I'll probably make some more sketches on stuff like this :)
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fourniye · 2 months ago
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UOOYYOYOYO I made BGGG OEK LDL IT'S CLIMBER FROM LAW OF TALOS/CASTLE OF NATIONS GUYS!!!!
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I love dis so much☺🤘🤘🤟
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karlachismylife · 17 days ago
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I just know Gaz is so fucking good at rock climbing. He's just built perfectly for it, he's got the endurance, the flexibility, the grip, the core strength, the agility, the arm spread, he's not too bulky and heavy like Soap or Ghost, his height gives him quite a lot of advantages (even though sometimes there are trails for us hobbits, but mostly being tall helps). Price could probably give him a run for his money, but since I headcanon that Price has seriously fucked up his spine and joints, especially in his fingers, he might be held back by this. Also I feel like Kyle has the best endurance out of all four of them, so he does extremely well on the long ones. He's also got that magical ability to be able to take a rest at the tiniest little handle, like literally catches himself with two toes and a pinch on a non-existent bump in the rock and relaxes as if he's lounging on a beach, all muscles resting before the upcoming difficult few meters.
Also he's one of those who will climb even in slippers, just because he gotta flex like that.
No I'm not drooling over his fingers wrapped in that tape in places where he ripped calluses off, you are.
Also this was induced by a SoapGaz thought where Gaz runs Soap through some intensive training on the climbing walls and enjoys the view of all that muscle bulk flexing and rippling as Soap struggles to find his balance and makes mistakes in dispersing his weight which limits his reach. He's so tense, he can barely slur his Scottish nonsense out, sweat streaming down the dip of his spine and soaking his tank top through.
When he finally falls of the wall after reaching the top handle, his fingers are shaking and he needs Kyle's help to untie the harness knot. Wipes his forehead, leaving a white streak of magnesia stuck to the wet skin, and huffs and grumbles about how he'll still beat Kyle's PR one day.
Gaz won't let him, of course. But he won't stop Johnny from trying either, because after that he gets to massage all those sore muscles Soap didn't even know existed, and listen to him groan as he shamelessly leaks into his boxers. Because why wouldn't Soap get off the post-gym muscle strain, really. And why wouldn't Gaz enjoy watching him get painfully hard and sensitive from barely sexual touch, exploding into his mouth as soon as Kyle wraps his lips around Soap's tip.
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1five1two · 2 months ago
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