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jjkilll · 4 months ago

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the one when jungkook wants to take you stargazing

— pairing I ceo jk x architect y/n

— warning | implied smut, body worship kinda, they both super obsessed husband and wives. wonderful husband jungkook.

— song | stargazing - the neighbourhood

— wc | 0.8K

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Jungkook shakes you awake. “Baby? Baby come on I want to show you something.” yawn and look at the clock, “Jungkook it’s three in the morning.” You say rolling over. “come on the helicopter is waiting.”

“Helicopter?” You ask peeking up. “What the hell Jungkook?” He smiles “Come on baby I want to show you something.”

“Okay okay,” you say as he drags you out of bed. you quickly get dressed and you take the elevator to the roof.

The ride is short but beautiful nonetheless. The city lights of New York never fail to pull at your heartstrings, and with Jungkook by your side, you feel like you’ve won the lottery.

To stand at the dock. “a boat, jungkook?” he shushes you, “I promise it’s necessary.”

You roll your eyes and get on the boat. Cruising the water feels amazing, calming, and light. You look at your hands entangled with one another and that gorgeous diamond on your finger. You trace the tattoos on his arm. “I’m obsessed with you.” you say to him. he smiles, “How did I land someone like you. I’m so lucky.” you lean your head on his arm. “if anything I’m the lucky one,” he whispered.

“Oh look- look up” Jungkook points to the stars. Look at the bright one.” he spins you around and points. “it’s beautiful, baby.” You’re breathless. It shone right over a house right off the lake. “It’s yours,” he says warmly.

“I bought it.”

You turn to face him. “Jeon Jungkook no you didn’t buy me a fucking star!!” you scream. “You bought me a star! You’re the best husband in the whole world. You bought me a star!” You scream again. he watches you fondly as you jump in excitement. You kiss him deeply. “you bought me a fucking star.” you whisper against his lips. he hums and you kiss him again. “I’m giving you the best head when we get back.” he laughs, “There’s more wait.”

“There's more?!” You scream. Suddenly you dock at the house under the star. He grabs your hand covering your eyes with his hand. You stumble a bit. “Jungkook help.” He holds your waist guiding you onto the smooth payment. He stopped at the beautiful double doors. “these doors are amazing holy shit, look at the stained glass. You say as Jungkook opens the door. “Come on.” He grabs your hand and shuts the door behind you.

You step into the living room. The fireplace going and the lights are low. You walk over to the bookcase admiring the records. “holy shit this is original Fleetwood Mac and Bob Marley. What the fuck this is crazy.” You say exploring the shelf more. “Ooh, lemony snicket.” You say making your way to a shelf in the dining room before you stop. You look ahead at a Jungkook who's just watching you look around.

“wait.” you say walking to the other door into the kitchen. “this is…” follows behind. You walk up the stairs. Suddenly every turn is increasingly familiar. “…how did you?” He smiles at you as you turn to face him. “This is our house. You built our house?” He hums walking up to you. “yeah, I took your blueprint back in December, copied them, and put them right back, you never noticed shockingly. I bought a new copier just to get them.” He says you lean into him hugging him tightly. “I thought about what you said about raising kids in the city. I figured you’d want to do it in your dream house.” he smiles. You start to cry. “Why are you crying baby?” He asks patting your back and rubbing your head.

“You bought me a star and you built my house and you expect me not to cry.” You hit his chest softly as he chuckles. “I’m not sad. I'm just happy, I'm so fucking happy babe.” He smiles. You wipe your tears and kiss him. “wait so those records are mine?” You ask excitedly. He nods tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Oh you gotta put a baby in me now.” you kiss him. “I’m serious. fuck me,” you say pulling him closer. his hand land on your waist finding their way to your ass giving it a squeeze. you gasp allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth.

“Fuck.” He slaps your ass and you giggle. “You’re just so pretty.” He hums. He grabs your neck turning you so your back is against his chest. “My pretty pretty wife wants a baby, huh?” You nod whining. “Use your words, baby. Let me hear you.”

“Please, I wanna have your babies. fill me up.” You smile, “Oh you’re so fucking nasty, baby.” He says sucking your neck. “Gonna let me fuck you from the back?” He smiles. “Please, baby. touch me.” He gropes your tits through your shirt pulling your bra down. “You’re so fucking sexy. You just let me do whatever I want to you... like my own little doll.”

He pulls your shirt over your head and unhooks your bra watching your tits bounce. His big hands rub your body. He yanks your shorts down. “Bend over for me, baby”

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greazyfloz · 2 years ago

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Luke walking in on you and Jack doing the deed when he was younger and still is traumatised but uses it for blackmail

Slight Smut w/ Jack Hughes

Trauma

Flashback:

During COVID lockdown, I decided to join the Hughes family as I didn’t really want to spend that long away from my boyfriend. In the beginning we were always hanging out with everyone in the house trying to keep busy so time would pass. Some restrictions were lifted around June, just in time for lake house season so it was nice that the boys could have some friends over or go golfing because they were starting to get at eachothers throats.

One day, Jack and I were lounging by the pool watching his brothers and parents go out for a boat ride when Jack looked over at me. “We should have sex” he says suddenly

“So subtle” I say laughing

“I’m serious, no one is home and we haven’t really been able to in a long time” he says leaning over to my lounge chair kissing my lips.

“There isn’t any sheets on your bed Jack” I say pushing him away reminding him that they are in the wash

“We will find another bed” he says, grabbing my hand.

I roll my eyes as he stands me up and bends don’t so I’d jump on his back up. He piggy backed me up the stairs and into his older brother's room before plopping me down on the bed. “Absolutely not!” I say sitting up from Quinn’s bed.

“He will never know!” he chuckles

“He will seriously beat your ass if he ever does find out you know?!” I say as I take my bikini top off, throwing it to the side.

“Stop worrying” he says, placing a kiss on my lips that soon turns into a makeout session. It gets deeper and deeper as Jack reaches down and pushes my bikini bottoms to the side, entering a finger inside of me pumping it in and out of me as I let out a whimper. He takes his fingers out and lifts me slightly so I am up right on the bed and he crawls on top of me as he reaches back down to continue. I then reach down and massage the growing bulge in his shorts before we hear someone

“OH MY GOD!” we hear Luke yell out. Jack springs himself off of me and I grab my exposed chest. “I- uh- Quinn needs- he asked me-” he says covering his eyes. Jack bends down grabbing my bikini top and throws it over to me. “Forget it, I’ll just tell him-”

“NO” Jack and I both yell at the same time. I quickly cover myself again and Jack looks back at me before saying “No, come here”

“I’d feel more comfortable out here” Luke says in the hall on his way back down the stairs. Jack sprints out the door.

“Where you going? I thought you guys where on the boat?” Jack asks a very traumitized 16 year old boy.

“Yeah but Quinn forgot his sunglasses” he says

“Y/n! Grab Quinn’s sunglasses!” I hear from downstairs so I grab them and come down

“Please don’t tell Quinn” Jack says, “He will beat my ass” he repeats what I told him to his brother.

“Fine” he says grabbing the glasses from my hands, “but you owe me”

It took awhile for Luke to be less awkward with me and especially in summer in a bikini, didn’t make things easier. As time went by Luke would always blackmail Jack to get his way, “I wonder what Quinn would think if I told him about something I saw in his bedroom” he would always say before getting his way.

It was two years later and we were out on the boat with Luke, Quinn, Blanks, and Duker. When Jack and Luke started arguing about something related to wakeboarding.

“I only got to go like twice today” Luke says as we made our way back home

“Okay well maybe next time you will go more” Jack says as he drive the boat

“Why are you in such a hurry to get back?” Luke says tauntingly. I have hear this tone before so I speak up

“Let him go again” I say and Jack gives me a weird look

“See even Y/n wants me to go again” Luke says. Jack doesn’t budge. Jack doesn’t think that Luke would say anything in front of Duker or Blanks because he would be too awkward but he was wrong.

“Quinn, drive the boat” Luke says, and Quinn shakes his head no. “Why are you siding with Jack? He is probably rushing home so he can have sex with Y/n in your bed again”. It went silent and Quinn stares deep into Jack’s back before speaking up

“What the fuck?!” Quinn says, looking at Jack in the rearview mirror then to me.

“It was two years ago Quinn” Jack says almost like he is over this shit. Luke explains what happened and Quinn shakes his head then says “ew”. I look away awkwardly before Blanks and Duker start laughing.

“I mean beat my ass if you want but he’s the one that didn’t tell you for two years” Jack says laughing along with the other two boys. Soon Quinn becomes more annoyed with Luke than Jack and I.

“That backfired” Jack says to Luke as we all make our way off the boat

“Yeah, well wait till I tell mom and dad” Luke says

#jack hughes #nhl writing #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #hockey imagines

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bodhranwriting · 1 year ago

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The Chosen Many

Destiny is a woman.

There’s nothing much important about that particular aspect of Her. It wouldn’t make much difference to the world if the sparks that make up the goddess of human fate had decided that Her avatar should be male or genderless. After all, personality is more important than genitalia when you can shape them yourself and She would have been just as a much as an arsehole if She’d been a He.

The important part is that She made Herself a humanoid body and, with humanoid bodies, come humanoid thoughts.

Thoughts like, ‘I’m bored’ and ‘You know what might be fun?’

Gods aren’t worshipped here. They turn up too often and overstay their welcome: rather like that one friend at a party who didn’t bring any alcohol and is suddenly very insistent on trying out a watery interpretation of socialism. At best, the more conscientious ones get thank-you gifts. At worst, it’s a toxic relationship for whomever has caught their attention.

Priests tend to get friendly with the bottom of a glass by their third year in service.

Destiny doesn’t have priests. Contrary to popular belief, She doesn’t have much interest in everyday people either. If you were to be honest – preferably in the temple of another god She’d recently annoyed – Destiny’s plans are faint pencil sketches for most. Often, She gets bored and, apart from one or two big events, most people have blameless, simple lives.

But sometimes, She likes to leave a massive metaphorical rake across the lifespans of a significant number of people.

This is one of these times.

And here we meet Sandford Candles – Sand – riding towards the village of Westbank, blissfully unaware that it is going to be obliterated by the hand of fate before he has time to finish his residency.

He was a skinny, suntanned youth, old enough to grow a beard but so far completely unable to. His hair was the colour of wet straw and cut in the style of Not Able to Afford a Proper Barber. Stray tufts stuck up at irregular intervals and occasionally he attempted to flatten them with his hand, but since he had three out of five fingers, it was less successful than he obviously intended. He was clad in the junior uniform of the Royal College of Medicine – maroon breeches, cream tunic, sky-blue jerkin – which had never looked good on anyone who wasn’t colourblind and therefore did not look good on him.

It certainly didn’t look good after a few hours of being rained on, but it was telling that that hadn’t upset him. Sand moved through the world with the good humour of someone who has never yet had anything bad happen to him.

Besides, the last rays of the setting sun were shining down on him through the autumnal leaves, the birds were singing, and he could see signs of civilisation that suggested his destination wasn’t too much further. He was taking his first steps – or rather, Arta, his horse was carrying him – into the next chapter of his life and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make the best of it.

His enthusiasm wasn’t even dampened as he rode into what certain, snootier classmates would term a ‘bend in the road’. A cluster of cottages huddled around a square of green, gradually fanning out into lonely farmhouses and huts ranged along the lakeside. Shepherds were herding their sheep and chickens back into their barns, fishers tying up their boats at the slick-wood docks, and small shopkeepers shutting up. Flies buzzed over the water, black swarms coiling unpleasantly.

Most of them stopped as Sand rode in, watching him in polite silence, their stares raking him from head-to-toe.

He coughed nervously. “Um, hello?”

One of the fishers – a tall, dark woman– sighed heavily and jerked her thumb back the way he came. “If you’re looking for Mother Nylund, back to the red oak, take a left, and don’t get eaten.”

Sand blinked, wetting his suddenly dry lips. “I – “

“She’s a scary one, our Nylund. Last apprentice ran away crying.” The fisher grinned unpleasantly. “You look like one for crying.”

“Uh…” Sand scanned the faces of the crowd. To his slight relief, several of them were shaking their heads at the speaker, a few turning back to work. One of them – a stout, ragged old man in a multicoloured shirt – caught his eye and gave him a wink and a sly thumbs-up. The effect was slightly spoiled by him immediately taking a long drag from a bottle in his hand and spilling it on his collar.

“Are you deaf?”

Dragging his attention away from the ensuing scuffle as a shopkeeper stepped in to disarm the man of his alcohol, Sand said, “No. Thank you for the directions.”

As he urged Arta to turn, he heard the woman called, “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the flies!”

The laughter, hopefully, wasn’t all aimed at him.

A few minutes and a stomach-churning second of believing he was lost later, Sand urged Arta towards a squat stone cottage overrun with ivy. A half-circle of a fence enclosed it in a front plot of tamped-down dirt with a chicken run and pen lurking by the edge, but by the smell wafting in the breeze, there had to be a massive herb garden around the back.

Dust boiled up over his feet as he slid lightly off her back and he steeled himself as he strode towards the front door. He raised his fist to knock –

And nearly fell into the hallway as someone yanked it open with considerable force. That same someone grabbed him by the collar and snapped, “Have you ever had a baby?”

“I – no – I’ve been sent from the College –“

“I know you’re from the College, man! Have you delivered a baby?”

Sand gaped. “Not yet, I’m –“

“Well, there’s a first time for everything and lucky you, it’s breech. Take this and get on your horse!”

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joelswritingmistress · 1 year ago

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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: You gather your nerves as you wait at the bar to see if Joel and his coworkers will arrive. When they do show, your confidence drops and you realize you never formed a plan. The sight of the captain leaves you speechless.

Joel x f!reader

You knew if you showed up to the bar first it would be less suspicious than if you practically followed "Captain Joel" into the place.

He said he was showering first, you remembered. Showering. Out back. That's what he said. It left your mind wandering down all sorts of avenues you tried to redirect from as you headed down the quiet seaside sidewalk.

Out back? You wondered if that meant an outdoor shower. There were plenty of them attached to the little cottages in the area. You imagined his muscular back, a shade lighter than his tanned arms and water coating sun-kissed skin. It was a hell of a fantasy for being in the man's company for less than an hour. You hadn't even really talked to one another.

Shake it off, you told yourself. It was time to attempt to act like an adult. Year twenty-three made you feel a little caught in between. Sometimes you felt like you had your shit together and other times you fell back into the same old, college-style habits with your friends. It was a fun time but you found yourself in funks here and there in your down time because you weren't quite sure how to make the leap with both feet into adulthood.

The Lamp Post came into view and you tried to put on your game face, leaving the endless thoughts in your head behind - for now. A pair of mermaids, a blond on the left and a redhead on the right topped the bar's name on the fun, little sign that greeted people on the walkway. The place seemed relatively low key as it was tucked away around the corner on a street that dead-ended where the ocean began. From the entrance you could see a pair of kayakers slinking out of the water up a sandy piece of slab.

You took a breath and headed inside, only to be carded immediately as you took a seat at the bar.

"What're you drinking?" The bartender asked.

Your eyes scanned the drinks of the other patrons. Pabst Blue Ribbon. Bud Lite. Miller Lite. Random pints in glasses. A stray martini down the end.

"I'll do the Dogfish draft," you requested, removing your debit card from your purse, "Please."

"You got it. Start a tab?"

"Sure."

When the beer arrived you sipped on it and alternated between glancing out at the ocean, eying the television behind the bartender and scanning the place to see if Joel had snuck in.

As you finished about three quarters of your beer, the door to the establishment whipped open with a chorus of laughter and the three men wandered into the place.

Your heart dropped and any ounce of confidence left your body. You suddenly wondered if it was a bad idea to come here. How weird would you look when the captain of your tourist cruise ship realized you had stalked him to a little dive bar down the road from his work?

Fuck.

When Joel's eyes met yours you realized you were staring and turned your body fully so your legs were tucked beneath the bar.

Smooth. Fucking smooth.

You sipped your beer and felt Joel and the other two guys breeze behind your back as they searched for bar stools. There wasn't an ounce of you that had the self control not to look over your shoulder - and so you did. Joel was the only one who appeared to remember you from the boat ride. He gave you a second look, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, and settled in two seats away, leaving the one between you empty.

"Three PBRs, please," Joel ordered, pulling out a twenty to cover it.

"I'll get next," the guy beside him offered.

You tried to pretend to keep your attention on the television. The Redsox game was on and you quietly sipped away at the bottom of your beer. You realized you should've had some kind of plan in place, but the second you saw Joel's face you froze.

"You can get her another of whatever she's drinking," you heard his voice say. It prompted you to turn toward him as he slipped the bartender another ten.

Before you could say anything, Joel motioned to the television and nodded toward you. "Sox are winning, huh?"

"Yeah," you said with a nod. "It's a good game."

"Good thing that last guy struck out with the bases loaded."

You were starting to thaw but you still felt frozen. "Yeah. Good thing." You were simply agreeing with whatever he said because you hadn't been paying a lick of attention to the baseball game. Hell, you didn't watch hardly any baseball at all.

Joel chuckled. "The Sox are down five runs." He motioned to the television. "And that last guy hit a homerun."

The bartender slid a beer your way and you exchanged the empty glance with it. "Thanks," you said to him and then raised it in the air to Joel. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"You're right I wasn't really paying attention to the game," you confessed. "Just spacing out."

"Mmm.." he smirked again and leaned an elbow on the bar as he reached for his beer. "I'm Joel."

You introduced yourself more formally and added. "Yeah, I think you were.. uh.. the boat captain. I just took a ride."

Joel grinned wider like he knew something you didn't. It was right then that you were certain he was seeing right through you. You weren't very good at playing the game.

"I know," he said with a nod. If called you out on eavesdropping on his conversation and then essentially showing up at the bar he planned to be at you would die. Not that you didn't deserve it. If someone had gone through that trouble with you, you wouldn't know what to think.

"Do you come here often?" You asked him.

Joel nodded. "Weekends after work. Maybe a random stop during the week if it's been a long day." He paused and looked at you more directly. "You come here often?"

When your bottom lip separated from your top one he gave a chuckle, knowing full well the answer was no. You laughed lightly with him.

Joel asked a more genuine question now. One that you could answer. "How long are you in town?"

"We leave next weekend. My parents may take the boat to Block Island or something a few days."

"Mmm." Joel's response had a hint of disapproval and he sipped on his lager again.

"What?" You asked.

"Boat huh? Let me guess, Greenwich, Connecticut here on an extended holiday hopping from one New England island to another."

You made a face. "Is there something wrong with that? And no. We're from Mystic, actually. Not Greenwich."

Joel chuckled again and one of the guys he was with whistled the familiar damning Beethoven tune.

"Thanks for the beer." You rolled your eyes at them and turned your attention back to the ball game.

Joel moved over a seat so you were side-by-side now. "I'm sorry. That was judgmental. I shouldn't have-"

"I get that you probably see snotty, rich people all summer," you cut him off, "And my family might even fit into that box; but I'm not going to sit here and get mocked for it. Why do you think I'm here and not out at some fancy dinner at The Terrace or where ever they all went."

"I think you're here because you heard me talking about it," Joel said point blank. It disarmed you. "And I think you wanted to get away from that stuffy atmosphere you're used to and have a little fun."

You stared back at him, forgetting you were annoyed all of three seconds before that.

He put his beer down and held out a hand. "Let's start over. I'm Joel. I'm a local boat captain in the summers and I drive a plow in the winters. I'll be forty in October and I like long walks on the beach."

You let out a laugh at the last line and kept a smile on your face. Yep, it was hard to stay mad with a delivery like that. "I'm (Y/N). I work at my father's insurance company and I just finished my master's in business. No one knows this but on the side I sell my own paintings and drawings and if I could I would dedicate all of my time to that; and maybe even photography. I just turned twenty-four a few days ago."

He was almost forty. Somehow that made him all the more appealing. You would've guessed thirty-five or so.

"Twenty-four. You got a lot to learn. I'd give anything to go back, though."

"Regrets?"

Joel shook his head. "Just not into the bad back. Gray hair." He lifted the hat off his head and you both smiled.

"You don't have many," you assured him. "And they suit you."

He squinted his eyes, still grinning. "So, when's your curfew?"

You rolled your eyes again and made sure to take an extra long swig from your beer. "I can do what I want."

"So how come no one knows about your love of the arts, then?"

Ouch. He wasn't wrong, but-

"I'm sorry," Joel said. "It's not my business."

"No, you're right." You sighed.

"Was I right about the reason you came to this bar tonight?"

You felt you were rightfully cringeworthy. How could you even lie now? You wanted to, but Joel saw right through you so why try?

"Okay," you said, glancing up at the television again and wishing for some early liquid courage. "Fine, yeah. I heard you guys mention it."

Joel laughed lightly again. "Well, why don't you come join me down at a little clambake over by the light house then. No tourists allowed."

"Just our kind," one of his friends chimed in, obviously listening in on the whole conversation. You couldn't really judge, eavesdropping was the whole reason you were sitting there.

"Slum it, rich girl," the other guy added.

"So, how will I sneak by?" You asked him.

Joel continued to wear a grin. "Let me worry about that." He raised his eyebrows at the same time as his glass. "You in?"

You tapped your glass to his. "I'm in."

"And I promise I'll get you home before you turn into a pumpkin."

NEXT CHAPTER

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fionajames · 8 months ago

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prompts

A/N: Hello guys!!! I decided I'd send a list of various prompts for you guys to send me as requests. Absolutely anyone is free to use this! There are one word, dialogue, idea and song prompts!!!

One word prompts

hiraeth

lost

catacombs

bloodhound

whisper

broth

brine

froth

angel

wheat

camp

cry

shadow

bramble

herd

pack

wild

runaway

solstice

courage

tracks

woods

hike

firefly

quill

moon

sun

stars

spirit

song

splinter

clear

ice

sea

clouded

hum

jinx

limbo

wire

barbed

spear

sword

breath

holly

sink

drown

canine

willow

twine

whistle

Song prompts

not strong enough (boygenius)

meet me in the woods (lord huron)

cherry wine - live (hozier)

sweet tooth (cavetown)

1979 (smashing pumpkins)

bloodhound (the foxing)

rory (the foxing)

still feel (half alive)

best friend (rex orange country)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

wires (the neighbourhood)

running with the wolves (AURORA)

the night we met (lord huron)

i’d rather be alone (boodahki)

cocaine jesus (rainbow kitten surprise)

romantic homicide (d4vd)

duvet (bôa)

breezeblocks (alt-J)

me and the devil (soap&skin)

heavydirtysoul (twenty one pilots)

father (the front bottoms)

waterfalls coming out of your mouth (glass animals)

genesis (grimes)

devil like me (rainbow kitten surprise)

rockstar (boywithuke)

bad habit (steve lacy)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

notorious (neoni)

nothings new (rio romeo)

lighthouse (the waifs)

step on me (the cardigans)

inside out (duster)

the man (taylor swift)

mind over matter (young giant)

rises the moon (liana flores)

sparks (coldplay)

mama’s boy (dominic fike)

way down we go (kaleo)

evergreen (richy mitch & the coal miners)

yorktown - the world turned upside down (original broadway cast of hamilton)

i love you so (the walters)

505 (arctic monkeys)

labour (paris paloma)

worldstar money - interlude (joji)

willow (taylor swift)

leave a light on (tom walker)

pretty boy (the neighbourhood)

lovers rock (tv girl)

the last great american dynasty (taylor swift)

you’re on your own kid (taylor swift)

ho hey (the lumineers)

stubborn love (the lumineers)

dear arkansas daughter (lady lamb)

watching him fade away (mac demarco)

o children (nick cave & the bad seeds)

Idea prompts

running through wheat fields

running through garden hose droplets

dancing in the rain

walking in the bush

splashing in the sea

horse riding

rolling down grass fields

trekking through forest

swimming in forest creeks

rock hopping

daisy chains and crowns

collecting wood for fire

bonfire at night

walking on abandoned highways and roads

lighthouse exploring

cartwheeling and playing in fresh grass

morning dew and crisp morning air

dirt under your nails

tree climbing

abandoned towns

walking on train tracks

wooden boats

island exploring

baking in then morning quiet

watching movies very late at night

staying up late at sleepovers

corn mazes

wheat fields

frozen lakes

frozen forests

paper planes

jam jars

friendship bracelets

barbed wire fences

blood dripping on tiles

scratchy vinyl music

empty dark cold nights

canine teeth

fireflies in fields

camp cabins

sea shanties

sibling play fighting/rivalry (blood or not)

road trips with loud music

picnic dates in the forest

busy arcades

bookstore dates - the smell of old books

playing soft acoustic guitar in nature

playing fiddle and dancing around campfires

stargazing

laying in bed awake

Dialogue prompts

“please kill me”

“i’m everything you can not control”

“i am the monster you created”

“am i that easy to forget?”

“i will never hesitate to put my life on the line for you”

“stars can not shine without darkness”

“i miss the old you”

“remember who you are”

“please don’t leave”

“listen here pal”

“how much is enough”

“i remember smiling the whole way home”

“i never told you i was falling in love”

“do you want to go wander around aimlessly?”

“you still feel like home”

“no matter what, you’re still my brother”

“i could never hate you”

“let me help”

“help me, please”

“we’re just kids”

“water is so exciting with straws”

“i can’t stop thinking about you”

“get in the blanket fort”

“when they smile, i forget how to breathe”

“platonic love is just as important”

“i’m homesick for a place i’m not sure is real”

“smile more, it looks beautiful on you”

“runaway with me”

“dance with me?”

“come back to bed”

“your bleeding on my floor”

“stars sparkle in your eyes”

“sarcasm is a weapon”

“can we just go back?”

“i miss how it used to be”

“hold me”

“any closer to them and i’ll kill you”

“i’ll be by your side forever”

“are you ok?”

“it’s going to be okay”

“i’m going to cry, but happy tears”

“can i crash on your couch?”

“we’ve got more than two people crashing in our house”

“i belong with you”

“you’re my soulmate”

“hold my hand, please?”

“they smile when you message them”

“i want to live”

“sing to me”

“we’re finally home”

A/N: @techs-goggles9902, @skellymom

#tcw #clones #501st legion #clone troopers #anakin skywalker #captain rex #ahsoka #the clone wars #clone wars #star wars

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dayniac · 1 year ago

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Doris and Arthur Godfrey … The Glass Bottom Boat

#doris day #arthur godfrey #classic movies #classic hollywood #1960's #glass bottom boat #doris day rides a bike

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 1 year ago

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All Soaped Up : COD

Simon needs some shelter on a stormy night in Scotland and ventured to Johnny’s place. A woman was supposed to indulge Lt in one of his fantasies, but disappeared without a word. It was a good thing Simon came around.

MDNI 🔞: sęx, shower, soap, suds, top!Ghost, bottom!Soap, riding, dirty talk, slight degradation, soft aftercare, and drinking.

An hour had passed since Simon had decided to stay the night at Soap’s house. It might not have afore mentioned, but Soap assumed it would be so. After clinking their glasses to a successful mission, the two rested on the sofa in search for a movie. Before Simon could even seat himself, however, Soap had to remove his cat from her signature pillow. She didn’t like Simon very much and the feeling was mutual.

If there was one thing the two men loved, it was military films. They were almost never realistic to some concerns while a choice few had them feeling proud to be soldiers. Soap was a bit of a movie hound, collecting DVDs over the past few years. The one they decided on was a 2012 release called Act of Valor. It wasn’t the most factual film, but it was a fun watch that kept them entertained.

Hostile situations, illegal weapon trading, and high risk situations were the daily occurrence for Simon and Soap, so watching Hollywood play on it was slightly humorous. Twenty minutes in, they reached a point in the film where the SEALs were heading for a hot extraction. It was a long, rough sequence, but action packed nonetheless. Soap appeared to be enjoying it far more than Simon, but then again, Simon felt something strange in the air since he came over.

“Come on, boys…” Soap whispered in anticipation. Then, as the truck crashed into the river, the boat came into view, blasting artillery at the enemy like a bat out of hell. “Now that’s how you make an escape!”

Simon felt Soap punch his shoulder and tried to hide the smile on his scarred lips. He loved seeing the man this excited, it was satisfying. A happy Soap was a good Soap.

“Speaking of escapes, do you mind if I take a quick shower?” Simon requested.

“Nah, go on. I think my disappearing hookup left her stuff in the bathroom last night. Feel free to use it, I’m probably not going to.” Soap replied, fixated on the film.

“That sounded like a lie,” Simon said, laughing at his own comment until he noticed the look on Soap’s face. There was a sudden burst of red igniting his cheeks. “Eh, you doing okay, Johnny? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that color before.”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he stuttered.

“You’re terrible at lying to your friends, Johnny.”

Soap swallowed a wad of spit, “I know.”

The Scotsman had something on his mind, possibly on his tongue, and Simon wanted to know what he wanted. Without valuing Soap’s space on the couch, the taller man scooted closer until there was only an inch or two between their legs. Soap inhaled sharply, feeling that red pigment travel down his neck. Unique reaction, Simon thought to himself.

“Johnny, what were you and that little lover gonna get up to?”

“What do you think?” Soap choked, “because I think you already know.”

“Maybe, in the grand scheme of hook-ups, but there’s a key detail to that date than you’re not letting on.” Simon laid a hand on his forearm, “I’m not gonna shame ya, I just want to help you out.”

“Help me out, eh?” a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face, “alright, I’ll give in. I invited her over because we both shared a liking for shower sex. Might be normal to have a wank under the showerhead, but I enjoy being cleaned, teased for being filthy then probed with products. Real naff, I know, but that’s the story…”

“Sounds reasonable.”

Suddenly, Simon was pressing his lips to Soap’s mouth. Such forwardness; his skin was still bitter from the cold, though the heat from his mouth was intoxicating. Soap could feel the scar on Simon’s lips. It was thick, deep set into his skin. As the kiss deepened, Soap found himself grasping his friend’s arms for stability, especially when the man’s tongue began to massage his own. Whimpers left Soap’s mouth in harmony with Simon’s husky groans.

Passion leaked from their kiss as Simon lifted Soap off the ground. It felt safe having his partner’s legs wrapped around his waist. They continued to attack one another’s lips on their way to the master bathroom, taking Simon very little effort to carry his partner. Once they stepped through the door, Soap was made to sit on the counter against the mirror. Simon loved how tightly he was being gripped by those incredible thighs. Sadly, he departed them to see what the shower lady had left.

“Let’s see,” Ghost hummed while reading each bottle carefully. “I’m noticing a theme: vanilla and brown sugar. ‘Might be mistaken, but I think she was trying to turn you into a sticky toffee pudding.”

“Probably,” Soap chuckled, “sounds about right. My nana used to make the best batch around the holidays…”

“Clothes off.” Simon barked, bringing soap back to the present. He rambled when he was nervous sometimes.

Soap paused for a moment, surprised by the demanding tone. Then, he noticed that familiar glint in Simon’s eyes. Blown pupils, lidded, full of desire. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Simon purred, “you’ve got clean manners, but I can’t say the same about the rest of you… don’t you worry, love, I’ll be sure you feel real pretty after all this.”

The Scotsman made no haste with removing his clothing, kicking the excess behind him towards the hamper before returning to Simon. Soap wanted to touch him, to remove the man's clothing with kisses trailing in his wake, but Simon refused his wishes.

"Nope, you're going to get that water warm, not smoldering, and you're going to wait for me facing the showerhead. Understood?"

Soap nodded, proceeding to step around Simon and open the glass door. Once the water came running out of the head, steam filled the room, even just for a moment to ease the tension in his bones, then it was lowered to a far more manageable temperature. The anticipation for Simon to enter the shower was driving Soap's erection far more than the act itself; hearing his soft grunts, seeing the silhouette through the steam, it was all very theatrical.

Then, a draft entered. Soap wouldn’t dare to look at Simon until he was told to, suddenly feeling more exposed than he normally did around his partner. What if Simon ran off after this, too?

"What's wrong, love?" Simon asked suddenly; chest pressed to Soap's back. "Your muscles are tense enough to cut metal."

"If you're intending on leaving after this, then maybe we shouldn't do it... I already had that one lady walk out on me, I can't have that with you, Simon. No hard feelings, mate, I just hate it when I blink and the person who was with me just vanishes after the fact."

Simon hummed in understanding, but grabbed the man's arms and pulled them over his head. Careful fingers began to pinch at both nipples, playing with the sensitive bundles of flesh until Soap let out a strangled gasp. Simon continued to mess with them, earning honey sweet coos from that pretty mouth.

"I'm going nowhere, Johnny. When I say I’m gonna stay, then I’m planted.”

A warmth pooled over Soap's chest, knowing his partner meant it. However, the feeling was short lived as Simon grabbed the black loofah left by the previous woman. He scrunched the material with a hefty dollop of cream until it was dripping bubbles onto the floor. From there, he dragged it up and down Soap's chest, making sure to get every crevice of his frame. He made sure to scrub along his arms, under his arms to the downward curve of muscle that met his abs. They were beautifully shaped and presented a groomed line of hair.

"Where does this lead to?" Simon teased, nipping at his neck.

"Somewhere I want your dick to be," Soap chuckled, but was turned and pressed to the wall.

Simon gave Soap's backside a harsh slap before positioning the loofah between his cheeks and beginning to scrub. Suds trailed down Soap's legs slowly as his moans filled the bathroom. This felt incredible, unlike anything he might have felt with a complete stranger. Simon was far more experienced with his partner, making the act far more personal.

"Gotta get ya nice and squeaky for me. ‘Promise I’m gonna put my dick in ya here in a minute," Simon explained, laughing when he felt Soap's back arch at his words.

"Please, sir..." Soap begged, "I'll soap up my cock while you're fucking me... I'll be your good boy, Lt..."

"Oh," Simon whispered into Soap's ear, "I know you will."

And as Simon lowered himself to the floor, Soap rinsed himself off and seated himself on his partner's lap. Using a healthy squirt of silicone lube, Simon coated himself and his needy partner before handing Soap a bar of, well, soap. Lowering himself onto the man's cock was a task considering it was a rather large specimen, but Simon was supportive all the way to the base.

Soap was careful at first, not wanting rush the sensations; that was until his body got a feeling for Simon’s cock and the assist of the textured soap. Everything within him was screaming at him to go for it. Soap wouldn’t argue and began to bounce roughly onto that egregious cock in his ass. Simon's calloused hands gripped the man's hips, meeting him in the middle of each thrust. Loud cries to pleasure flooded out of Soap's mouth like a waterfall of emotion. For the first time in a while, Simon was getting him closer and closer to peak.

"My dirty boy, fucking hell." Simon cursed, "'might just like you that way better... a dirty, slutty boy who just wants my cock.”

“I love your clock Lt… there’s nothing like it… soap my tuts won’t ya?”

Simon obliged, taking the left over bubbles and squeezing those abused nipples one more. That wicked scent of vanilla was intoxicating, but so pleasant. No wonder it was such a popular not in fragrances and bath shit.

Soap held nothing back the closet he got, riding so roughly that the skin of his knees was scraping the floor. Another clash of hips and Soap covered Simon's chest and stomach in white.

“Fuck! Simon! Yessir!” Soap screamed, squinting harshly.

Seeing his partner in such a state of bliss made Simon want to fuck the hell out of him again, just to catch him off guard, but he refused. Instead, he brought the man's head to his shoulder.

"I might really need a shower after all. You’ve got me all sticky, love.” Simon chuckled.

Both men settled into one another, enjoying their embrace when scratching abounded from the bathroom door followed by small mewls.

“Gonna have to feed the cat before we continue. Sorry, Lt.”

Simon shook his head. “You and your goddamn cat, Johnny.”

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty ghost #call of duty soap #soap mctavish #simon ghost riley #soap x ghost #cod modern warfare #cod smut #smut fanfiction #mdni #shower fun #cod fanfic

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October 28….we left the hotel at 8:00am and drove to the Cairns Marina, where we boarded the Sunlover which was kind of like a ferry. The ride was about 1 1/2 hours to the Great Barrier Reef. I was surprised to learn that the only way to get to the reef is by a boat ride of at least 1 1/2 hrs!! There is no place to access it from land. Our guide said that there might be land access on some of the smaller islands dotting the Coral Sea, but he wasn’t sure. We were hooked up to this large pontoon that was permanently set in the ocean and got off to snorkel and have lunch. There was a water slide and you could also dive. First thing we did was take a ride on a glass bottom boat. After having some lunch I was fitted up with a “stinger suit” which was a lightweight wet suit because they have 2 types of jellyfish that sting here. For you Rae, the 2 types are Box and Irukandji. With my snorkel and fins, we also had to wear a life jacket, I got in the water . The temperature of the water was perfect. You could get right in without any hesitation! I swam around for about 45 min, amazed at the amount and variety of coral. You also need a permit to see the reef, which costs about $150 a day. There are no pics of me in my stinger suit because I looked like an overstuffed sausage. After drying off and changing clothes we ferried back. We got in late and went straight to get some dinner. After eating I showered and went to sleep!!! Pics above. 🥰😘🥰😘🥰

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 months ago

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Paradise | kinktober 2024 | “clouds of violet”

or rather, Alex’s birthday gift as a companion collection to the main event 🌹☕️

prompt: roleplay

pairing: alex/one of my many girls

word count: 5060

song: “lazy calm” by cocteau twins

contains: mermaids, cold weather, antarctic ice, booze, very subtle belly kink, and lots and lots of role playing

He lifted his head from the ice bank only to find that his ship had gone back to Ushuaia some time earlier, and he had no clue as to when it would return again to pick him up. He rubbed his brow with his fingers and glanced behind him to the lush ice bank underneath the veil of a purple and pink sky. He had fallen asleep and lost all track of time: all he knew was he had wandered on over to Victoria Land in search of the mosses and the lichens in question to search for the answers to life itself, and he decided to lay down in the snow for a moment. A moment alone had become a couple of hours.

He had had a long flight from the United States to Ushuaia, and then a long boat ride from Ushuaia to the base, after all.

He nudged his glasses up the bridge of his nose and glanced behind him to the bank of glacial ice once again, at the thick icicles that had formed on the side closest to him. He raised himself up onto his hands, only to feel a deep shiver in his arms and chest, and it was right then that he understood why the other sailors told him to not have anything to drink prior to leaving the ship.

That false warmth that came with the mulled wine.

He rolled over onto his back and let his soft, slightly plump belly rise up from under his parka. Though he had eaten some time prior to his nap, he knew he would have to eat again before it grew too dark again. At least he was warm.

He took off his gloves and ran his long and lanky fingers through his long, shoulder length jet black hair, only to be met with the cool breeze emanating off the chilled Antarctic waters. It was summertime at the South Pole, and yet everything still carried with it the cold of the heart of winter.

He did have a motorboat, but it had gone somewhere away from the coast of Victoria Land, perhaps out to the vast expanse of Indian Ocean before him. Everything got lost and disoriented in the Southern Ocean, especially when the compasses continuously pointed away from the South Pole, and especially after a few drinks of delicious and decadent mulled wine to stay warm against the vast ice sheet.

His eyes drooped closed even with the cold underneath his body; the frosty earth cradled him like his mother's arms as a young boy. With the mulled wine came the memory of homemade babka and krantz courtesy of his grandmother. All those times at Hanukkah where he would indulge himself in the soft warm chocolate of babka and he would watch his grandfather and father drink down the spiced mulled wine and apple cider. It was still December, after all. December, and yet, somehow, by some dark magic, he found himself down at the bottom of the world where he was subject to the eternal sunshine of the midnight sun. It was enough to disorient him.

He lifted himself up onto his elbows and let his hair drift down over the lapels of his parka. He stared down at his belly, which poked out before him like a little watermelon, and he thought back to being a young man in all of his sleek slender elegance.

“How did I get so fat,” he asked himself, out loud, and he sighed through his nose. He then lifted his gaze to the stretch of lichen across the barren ground before him. He had laid down in the snow and the ice, and yet there was the one stretch of greenery on the entire continent. “I could've been laying in a meadow of sorts.”

He rubbed his brow with his fingertips. Maybe this wasn't the life he wanted. Maybe there was something else to vouch for, but he had been all but stranded there at the edge of Victoria Land, left up the creek without a paddle.

“I'm thinking of food,” he muttered aloud. “I have to get back to base. I have to get back to the Atlantic side.”

Gingerly and with a bit of a groan of pain, he lifted himself into an upright position. If only there was a way to return to Villa Las Estrellas, and if only there was a way to do it without having to cross over the entire top cap of the Thwaites and Pine Island Glaciers, both of which stood between him and the Antarctic Peninsula. A sailor without a ship. A scientist without a lab nearby to serve him while held to his own personal demon within him. It was hundreds of miles back to base, away from the expanse of lichens and mosses, and yet he had not a boat to be found anywhere. He had to find his way back to the settlement on the other side of the vast, frigid ridges behind him, and he knew that it would be a long walk all the while. This whole entire time he had been told that he was the smart guy, the walking encyclopedia, and yet he had let himself go all for the sake of a few glasses of mulled wine because he was cold and in need of some cozy comfort in the vast nothing.

He gazed up to the sky overhead, to the clouds of violet and rosy pink, to the tapestry of orange and soft pink which then bled into rich royal purple down by the ocean's surface. It all looked like an oil painting, all courtesy of the marriage of the incoming midnight sun and the Indian Ocean.

Another gust of cool breeze welled up before him, and that was his cue to stand up all the way. His knees quivered from the cold, but he managed to maintain his composure.

Surely, his boat couldn't have gone that far away from the shoreline. It was a motorboat and he swore that he had tied it down on the edge of the shore before him. He swore that the roots there at the ground's edge proved to be strong enough, but upon second glimpse there from whereupon he had fallen asleep, he noticed that they weren't. He closed his eyes and bowed his head.

Though he wasn't hungry yet, he could sense it in the wings.

“What the hell was I thinking,” he muttered to himself. “Coming down here with booze and thinking I could come over here lock, stock, and barrel on my own without anyone else in the boat with me. Such an idiot. I am such a bloody idiot.” He shook his head, and he thought of walking over to the meadow to search for his boat, but then something caught his eye. He turned his attention to the vast expanse of ocean off to his right and the slight glow of blue near the surface off in the distance. There, he noticed the shape of a boat.

His boat.

“Oh, Jesus,” he groaned to himself, but there was something else. The blue glow underneath the water's surface. It seemed to be coming closer to him.

Whatever was there seemed to be nudging the boat closer to him against the waves and at a rather quick pace as well.

“What on Earth?”

The boat moved in closer to the shore's edge, and it was there he noticed the blue glow taking shape. For a brief moment, he believed that a particularly large bloom of luminescent plankton had brought it back to him, but when he put his glasses back on, the cloud thus took shape in the form of a woman's head and shoulders. Once the boat had been brought back to shore, she lifted her head out from the water's surface, and it was there he believed that he had still passed out from the mulled wine because he saw the gills on the sides of her neck, the dorsal fin on her back and the filmy fins on her wrists as well.

Nevertheless, he knelt down to the shoreline just to feel the safety and reassurance of the boat itself. Hundreds of miles away from base and yet he had a little motorboat to carry him back there.

“Oh, my god… thank you… thank you so much.” He extended a hand to the bow of the boat, and he set one foot on the floor, followed by the other and he climbed inside. The trio of bottles of mulled wine were still in place at the bottom of the boat, as well as the packets of dried food. He took his spot on the bench in the middle of the boat, but he never switched the motor back on. Instead, he turned to the mermaid, with her rich blue hair and the way it shimmered in the painterly twilight around them against the water. Her skin was like porcelain from the cold, and she had a line of little blue stars underneath her brown eyes. Her eyes, brown and crisp like the paradise of the smooth soil of Victoria Land; under the wavy surface of the cold waters, he made out the shape of her long shiny blue tail and the filmy blue rudder fin at the back.

“Note to self: don't come to Antarctica with any liquor,” he said aloud, and the mermaid giggled at that. He showed her a little smile. “You will get drunk and you will pass out in the ice. And you'll wake up and find a mermaid next to you in the waters.”

She looked on at him with those rich brown eyes and that soft little smile, his very own personal Mona Lisa.

“It's so nice to be with someone who doesn't understand the horrible blithering nonsense that comes out of my mouth,” he remarked.

“Oh, but I do,” she replied in a voice so soft, he swore that it came in on the breath of the Indian Ocean. He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, dear,” he quipped, and he held a hand to his mouth.

“We are quite real, mind you,” she insisted, but the smile never left her face for one second.

“Question,” he began, “seeing as you're…” He then cleared his throat. “…a creature of the aquatic deep, do you mind at all if I hitched up my boat better and stayed here for a little while longer to gather my bearings? Just so I'm on steady land?”

“Of course!” she replied. “I can beach myself for a time, just so you're not by yourself.”

He showed her a little smile again, one that felt so rosy as if leftover from the wine. She raised one hand and nudged the boat closer to the shore, and he picked up the rope to secure the bow to the shore's edge, that time to a thicker root jutting out from the earth.

“This is kind of hard to do when there's no civilization nearby,” he explained to her as she swam up closer to him to ensure the boat was properly tied down. “No piers, and no harbors for hundred of miles around.” He tightened the knot and held back against the ground. He then unzipped his jacket and leaned back against the small bunches of grass and moss behind him, and all the while, he showed off his thick but toned body. The mermaid looked on at him with big eyes, as if she had never seen a man more gorgeous.

“What's with this lore that mermaids are seductive sirens that lure sailors to their untimely demise?” he wondered aloud. “You brought me my boat back. You volunteered to stay with me a while. Now a small part of me wants to share my wine with you.”

“Alcohol dries us out and turns us into mummies,” she explained with a shrug. “That is unbelievably sweet of you, however.”

Without thinking twice about it, he rolled over onto his side and cocked out one hip to show off the shape of his body to her. It was right then he began to feel the hunger within him.

“I need to find something to eat,” he confessed to her, and he rested one hand on his side. Though wrapped up in a parka and thick warm trousers, thick enough to protect him from the immense Antarctic cold even in the beginning of summer, he lay there on his side to show her the shape of his body, the peacock he was.

“Are you really that hungry?” she asked him as the cold water dripped off her long blue hair and the sides of her face.

“Nah, but I will be eventually, though,” he assured her, and he propped up the side of his head in his hand as if he was modeling for her. She squinted her eyes at that, and she paddled up closer to land's edge to be face to face with him. She folded her arms upon the ground and lingered closer to him; he anticipated that she would smell of seaweed and old fish, but she instead carried a soft scent of salt and minerals, as if she had been burrowing down in the sand of the continental shelf down below all this time.

“Let me think of something,” she told him. “Think of something that human men like.”

“We like a wide variety of things,” he replied. “Well, I do, anyways.” And he gently patted his belly.

“When I think of all of the times in which I came across human men, of sailors who traversed their way down from Cape Horn, they came in all manner of shapes and sizes, of varying tastes and things, but there's something about you, though. Something hypnotic and something that pulls me in closer to you. Something that… makes me want to be pressed up close to you.”

“By the way, they come from Cape Horn specifically?” he asked her with a raise of his eyebrows. “And not say… Christchurch or from Cape Town?”

“Sometimes they would,” she clarified with a shrug. “But they usually come from Cape Horn.”

“All the way from Cape Horn.”

“From Cape Horn. Against the storms and the raging waves. The bravest men come from Cape Horn. Not that I'm thinking of... your...” She paused, and he showed her a playful little smirk at that.

“Saying a lot of things, aren't you?” he teased her, and she giggled at that.

“It does get vast and lonesome out here,” she pointed out.

“Indeed, it does,” he agreed with her. “I mean, really, it's not often I meet a mermaid who's more beautiful than most women I've seen on land.”

“And it's not often I come across a man who's more gorgeous than most mermen who live down below the surface with me,” she echoed him. The smirk returned to his face, and it was right then he remembered why he had volunteered to be on this mission to Antarctica for the time being.

“I have, what we would call here on land, a face for radio,” he confessed with a slight bow of his head.

“Nonsense! You are very handsome. Very handsome and lush…” She dropped her gaze to the rest of his body. “…and you look like you eat really well, too.”

“Ooh, you bet I do,” he assured her, and he inched his body closer towards her as if to show off more of his belly to her. “I love to eat.”

“You seem very strong, as well.” She extended one arm out from the waters, and she ran her fingers down his arm towards his wrist and his hand.

“Would you like me to come onto land with you?” she offered him.

“If it makes you comfortable, and the fact that you keep on saying 'come',” he pointed out in a single breath, and he squinted his eyes at her once again. “Are you trying to insinuate something to me?”

“That's just the lonely sailor in you,” she teased him, and he chuckled at that.

“Okay, you got me there,” he quipped with a little roll of his eyes. He then cleared his throat and looked on at her for a good long moment before he spoke up again.

“May I just point out that you have impeccable English,” he remarked. “Like … you speak better English than most human Americans, the place I hail from.”

“When you meet lots of sailors, lots of travelers on their way down here or passing through, you will find a way,” she assured him. She lifted herself out of the waters and flicked her tail back from the land's edge as she lay down next to him: she had a full hourglass shape to her body, much to his pleasure. Blue and gold seashells cupped her breasts like a pair of pasties, and her otherwise slim and toned belly had a slight curve to the lower part. His eyes wandered down to the shape of her hips as well as what would be her legs and feet; her long tail shimmered with that rich royal blue under the pink and purple sky; she still smelled softly of salt and sand.

“I am Vostok,” she introduced herself to him.

“Vostok. As in Vostok Station.”

“The very same,” she replied with a little smile.

“Call me… the fallen sailor,” he told her. “'Cause I came fresh off the boat in a drunken haze and woke up transformed.”

“Transformed and next to beauty and love that you have never experienced before,” she added, and he lifted himself up next to her to look at her straight in the face. “How far is it to your home?”

“You mean, home home or where I'm staying at down here at the bottom of the world?”

“Down here?”

“Hundreds of miles away,” he replied. “I don't know how I can get back there before night falls, to be perfectly frank.”

“Oh, baby, you know it's December,” she assured him. “The sun never sets all the way here this time of year. The only place where it's dark this time of year is... down below.” She flicked her eyebrows at him, and he showed her a little smirk as well.

“I'm not sure how this would work between you and me, though,” he confessed to her in a low voice.

“Oh, it's so easy,” she assured him, and she ran her fingers down his chest onto his soft, silken belly. He shivered from the feeling as well as the wall of ice behind them.

Vostok lifted her tail to make the rudder fin wrap around his legs from the hips downward. She enclosed him and tugged him closer to her; all the while, she ran her hand down his chest onto his soft belly once again, and she lightly patted him there.

“It’s like I’m petting the head of a jellyfish,” she remarked. “Really soft and pillowy, like I could lay my head on you forever.”

“You don’t think I’m too fat?”

“No, no. You’re very soft.” She rested her hands on the sides of his face. “I want you to be soft and healthy forever. I don’t want you to drink that much anymore.” She pressed her lips to his own. “To feel the sun on our faces and the cold as our bed.”

“Give me your poetry and your heart,” he said to her, and his voice sank down into a breathy whisper without his even thinking twice about it.

“Come, you are the love of my life,” she coaxed him, to which he bowed his head at her and showed her a gentle little smile.

“My fallen sailor…” She touched his face with the very tips of her fingers, and she moved her hands down to the collar of his parka. She revealed his button-up sweater underneath. She opened the top three buttons to expose his skin; she leaned in for a kiss on his collar bones and his chest.

“Kiss me more there…” he begged her. “Please.”

Vostok buried her face in his chest, a feeling that he wanted so much and for so long up to that point. Something he wanted but had no idea how to ask for it.

She opened his sweater some more to show off his belly: the cool crisp ocean air kissed his bare skin; when she rested her fingertips on his bare skin, it made him think of little icicles. Touching his skin and yet she gave him the slightest bit of discomfort from the feeling of the cold. The way the cold kissed him and caressed him down. The way it all burned inside of him, burned like the heat of the hole in the ozone layer.

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back so he could breathe. She held onto him with nothing more than her tail rudder, such that it made him think as though he was being swallowed whole. Swallowed whole and treated to utmost softness, utmost softness laced with a bit of agony.

“Please… touch me,” he whimpered to her. “Touch me. Kiss me. My precious mermaid…”

He opened his eyes to behold the sight of the sunlight, still very much intact over their heads and bodies as if the nightlight had been left on. It was still so light out and yet he thought about being under a neon sign all the while. A neon sign with a woman from the darkest depths of his mind that he never shared with anyone ever.

Vostok slithered down the front of his body for kisses on his soft bare belly. Though her lips were soft and silken, the swipe of her icy cold skin sent a wave of shivers up and down his spine like the pull of a zipper. It was a feeling that he could never sum up into words, and a feeling that he never knew that he wanted, either. It was something that he could never ask to anyone else.

He rolled over onto his back once again, that time with his clothes wide open so he could feel the Antarctic breeze on his skin. Vostok brought her head onto the middle of his chest, and all the while, she never let go of his legs with the wispy feeling of her rudder fin. Her lips down onto his belly again, and he could feel his trousers tightening up from the feeling.

He could feel his hips shifting about upon the ice. He could feel her hips bucking against him.

“Unzip me,” he begged her. “I need it.”

“And I need it, too,” she said, and she unzipped his pants for the both of them. She opened her mouth and slipped her lips around the full length of his dick, which was almost fully erect. Though her skin and body carried the chill of the Southern Ocean, her mouth and tongue were as warm as he could ever imagine. Her tongue slithered about his tightening skin, and he could feel himself rising and tightening up even more. He closed his eyes from the feeling.

His breath quickened from the sensation, that is until she lay her body on top of him.

He had no clue how it worked with merfolk, but she managed to rub herself against him.

He opened his eyes again, that time from the weirdest euphoria he could ever experience. The only thing that would make it better was if Vostok had a strap-on on her person.

All he could see and hear was her coming first. She helped him so she could reach the peak of her orgasm right then.

She ground down upon him as if she was crawling over him, but it took him a moment to realize what she was doing. The mermaid version of the Amazon. She ground upon him slowly, deeply, and at a firmer pace upon every gyration.

Vostok gasped and treated him to a soft moan as she came a second time. She was gyrating on him by way of her own clit rather than an actual opening on her tail.

He was rising more and more, and he finally relaxed and let go. He treated her to a gentle moan, followed by a soft whistle, both of which sounded as though they came about on the Antarctic winds and the back of the midnight sun.

He ran his fingers through his hair again, and his hips shifted about upon the soil from the feeling.

“Ooh, that was lovely,” he said, out of breath and with his eyes drooping closed. Vostok lay down next to him and lightly kissed him on the neck and collar bones again. He put his arm around her and rested his hand on the crest of her hip. “That was everything and more.”

She nuzzled her head underneath his chin and lightly stroked his chest.

“Question,” he began.

“Go ahead.”

“Has a mermaid ever gotten pregnant by a human man before?”

“Not that I know of,” she told him. “It’s kind of hard given how I was grinding up against you like that and rubbing my clit on you. My lips are in a different place than on that of a human woman.” He raised his eyebrows at that.

“Let me take you back to your base,” she offered him.

“Can we just lay here for a bit, though?” he asked her, slightly worried. “I want to feel you for a little bit longer, and it’s quite far, too.” He lightly stroked the curvature of her hip. It was so strange to think that her clit was so close to him and so out in the open, but he wouldn’t let anyone else know about it.

No one needed to know about it.

The next thing he knew, he woke up again to some more sunlight, that time spread over the crown of their heads, as well as the feeling of the cold on his bare skin, and to the point that his skin felt like fresh glacial ice. He lifted his own head to find the boat still docked at the land’s edge behind her, which meant they could go back to base in one fell swoop. Vostok awoke with a kiss on his neck again, and that time she slithered back out to the water next to the boat.

He climbed back in once again, and that time with his sweater undone a bit to feel the cool morning air on his skin.

Vostok held onto the back end of the boat with both hands. He held onto the edge of the bench with both hands as she pushed as hard as she could.

He bowed his head to protect his face from the cold winds, but Vostok pushed him along around the Ross Ice Shelf and the rim of Antarctica, back to the peninsula. The next thing he knew, he recognized the base there at the end, through the icy arches and past the free-floating glaciers peppered across the water.

She held back to slow down the boat, and it took them quite a bit to slow down all the way on the water’s surface. He held on for dear life on the bench, and he hoped that he wouldn’t fall headfirst into the water.

They came to a stop and he shook his head about.

Vostok rounded the edge of the boat and looked on up at him with big wide eyes filled with adrenaline.

“Merfolk are quick and have immense strength,” she explained.

“I can see that!” he proclaimed, and he returned his attention to the buildings that comprised the base, about a mile from where they were there in the water. He lay down on his belly to be face to face with her there in the water.

“Thank you so much,” he told her over the lapping waves all around them. “I know where to go now should I ever come back down here on an assignment again.” He extended his hands to her for one last kiss before he fired up the motorboat again and she ducked back down into the water.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and she lightly touched the side of his face with the very tips of her fingers.

“My soft sweet maiden,” he breathed, “soft and sweet, and yet as firm and strong as iron. I love you. I love you forever.”

Vostok slipped away into the cold waters below him, and the feeling of the cold wind swept over him. He knew it would be time to return to his base soon enough, but he wanted to see her off into the darkness below. He watched the shape of her fins beneath the wavy surface, the rich royal blue color to them, the soft delicate nature of them. She gazed up to him, and he knew in his heart that he would see her again. He would never forget her for a second as he tugged on the cord of the motor, and it roared to life.

He held onto the handle and guided the boat back to shore. Before he reached the shore again, he peered over his shoulder to see if he could find that blue glow again.

To find that aquatic girl again and tell her that he loved her and everything that she did—

“Alex?”

He opened his eyes and lifted his head to find Christine right over him, with her hair hidden back with a bright blue wig, just like Vostok in his fantasy. He showed her a smile and lay his head back down on the pillow.

“God, that was glorious,” he said to her. “I didn’t think I’d like roleplay but that was—” He rolled over onto his back and kept one hand up on his forehead. “—that made me feel so good.”

Christine leaned over and gently patted him on the belly, still soft and like a donut, but not as full and pillowy as in the fantasy. She then leaned into his face for a kiss on the lips.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” she whispered to him. “I’ve been working on that for a while now.”

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Legend of Zelda Theme Park - Zora's Domain (UPDATED)

Zora’s Domain is in the southwest corner of the park, corresponding to the Triforce of Wisdom. It is a peaceful area, with many fountains and open waterways crossed by footbridges, and structures designed with sweeping curved lines, or else taking the form of water-sculpted caves. The outer edge of the area borders an artificial lake that also serves as the boundary for that side of the theme park. Music for the area consists of not just the literal Zora’s Domain theme, but the themes for other water-based settings and Zora characters.

Attractions

Spirit Train (Sea Station): One of the stations for the Spirit Train (see the Castle Town writeup) can be found here.

Whirlpool Rapids: In this cousin to the Tilt-a-Whirl found at many carnivals, guests board little “boats” on a rotating platform. In addition to the usual rising and falling and spinning motion of such rides, lateral movement is possible via a “rudder” in the boat that tilts part of the platform so that the seat slides along it. And guests will want that control, because the ride is ringed with hostile River Zora, Lizalfos, and other aquatic monsters spitting water at everyone who passes by!

Zora Water Wonderland: For a different sort of look at the Zoras in their natural habitat, guests enter a cave lined with genuine aquarium tanks containing live fish and other creatures (many of them the inspiration for the fictitious species featured in the game franchise), which slopes down and eventually opens up into a glass-walled tunnel at the bottom of a saltwater lagoon. More live animals can be found here, along with Zoras in the form of both animatronics and occasionally costumed performers (trained divers). This means that yes, the theme park is a certified aquarium.

OCTAROCALYPSE!!!: Despite this being a theme park based on video games, not many of the attractions have video game-style interactive elements. This is simply because if visiting the Zelda park is too much like playing a Zelda game, a large portion of the potential market will be content to save their money and just stay home and play the games. But it didn't seem right not to allow guests any opportunities for in-person monster-slaying, so here's something that hopefully is elaborate enough to transcend its vague video gaminess. It begins similarly to the Goro-Gondolas, as guests board boats that cruise at a leisurely pace past scenes of Zoras at work and play. However, it soon becomes evident that all is not well when the boat enters new scenes where Octoroks are menacing the innocent fish-folk! This is where the guests come in—each seat in the boat is equipped with a water cannon, and scoring a direct hit on an Octorok takes it down (the mechanical figure tips over or sinks or otherwise indicates defeat). Unlike most theme park shooting games, there is no scoring system; the rewards are intrinsic as the rescued Zoras turn and wave to the boat or otherwise show gratitude. In later scenes, the Octoroks are bigger and require more hits, maybe even simultaneous hits (teamwork!) to take out. In the final stage of the ride, the boat climbs a tall lift and enters a dark, stormy cavern, in which a huge Octorok is rising out of a whirlpool! Trident-wielding Zora warriors are attempting to hold it at bay, while the boat makes nearly a complete circle around it as if caught in the whirlpool. You can't actually take this one down, but if each of the flailing tentacles is hit at least once, that will (implicitly) weaken it enough that the Zoras can finish it off after the guests escape...down a steep drop into a final splash pool!

Zora King's Throne Room: A spot for guests to meet and take photos with Zora characters such as Princess Ruto (Ocarina of Time), Lulu (Majora's Mask), Mipha (Breath of the Wild), and Sidon (also Breath of the Wild). While they wait, they can get a few shots of the (huge) king himself, there on his high ledge (a visual taken pretty much directly from Ocarina of Time, although Breath of the Wild codifies that Zora kings are gargantuan). He blinks and shifts, and occasionally raises one spindly arm to make a proclamation in the Zora tongue.

Shops

6. Great Bay Goods: Named for the beachfront area in Majora's Mask, this shop offers souvenir beachwear and accessories, water toys, driftwood and seashell artwork, and various ocean and fish-themed knickknacks.

7. Lovely Scales: A music shop for every Hero who ever picked up a time-traveling Ocarina, Goddess Harp, Full Moon Cello, or simple recorder. Most of the instruments for sale are simple—bamboo flutes, handheld percussion instruments (think maracas, sistrums, castanets, etc.), and of course ocarinas, but higher-end instruments are available and can be examined upon request by adults or children with adult supervision. There is also a stock of sheet music—some from the LoZ games, some songbooks for learning specific instruments, some just for fun/popularity—and a small rack of game soundtracks and tie-in albums on CD (a dying format, but it's not dead yet). A large video screen on one wall plays video clips from LoZ orchestral concerts, and the many legendary instruments from the game franchise can be seen in their own display cases.

8. Clear as Crystal: A small shop specializing in glass and lead-free crystal sculptures, figurines, and other art pieces, mostly with LoZ or aquatic motifs. An on-site glassblower creates unique small pieces while guests watch.

9. Healing Waters: Hot or cool, there’s nothing as soothing as a good bath, especially when enhanced with specialty bath salts and herbal soaps. This store offers a huge variety of both, and the salts can even be custom-blended with a selection of aromatherapy ingredients.

Eateries

10. Rockin' Rolls: A counter-service sushi restaurant with a surf rock atmosphere, including a music loop of LoZ tunes remixed for surf guitar and similar styles. You can grab a set of pre-packaged rolls for convenience or wait while a trained sushi chef makes your meal to order. Patio seating overlooks the aforementioned artificial lake, and the interior décor features references to the Indi-Go-Go's (the Zora band from Majora's Mask).

Miscellaneous

Along the exterior of Lovely Scales, just where the inverted corner of the building facade is (marked with an asterisk), there is a fenced-off pond with a handful of brightly colored frogs sitting on logs and lily pads in the water, and matching colored pressure pads in the ground nearby. This is Don Gero’s Frog Chorus, an interactive mini-attraction. Hop from one pad to another or collaborate with friends to make the frogs sing!

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