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✖ THE CARNIVAL
Ⅰ. THE TEMPLES
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.
All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”
He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.
That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
The kind of jams that last all night.
There's a subtle shift in the music you will hear drifting on the wind this month - gone is the calliope that screams just a little too loud, replaced instead by circus music that sounds cheerful and bright. The thrill rides are still undercut by rock music, but it seems less sinister. Any time you venture out, you'll find the people milling about are smiling, and none of those smiles seem like screams turned upside down.
The Caravan Temple remains - dozens of old wooden circus trailers, arranged in a circle, growing tighter together the closer to the center you walk. The trailers are functional living places, with built in beds - sometimes one, sometimes two - and a small table and an old wood burning stove with a cooking top just big enough to boil a kettle on. There’s a toilet, but if you want a shower you’ll have to go outside and find a tent set up at the outskirts of the makeshift trailer park where there are tent showers set up, locker room style.
The clearing in the middle of the parked caravan is completely empty except for a solitary midway game: a towering high striker. It must be at least twenty feet tall, surmounted by a round, red bell. A wooden mallet is leaned against a sign next to the game that reads, predictably, TEST YOUR STRENGTH.
Access to the High Temple is also available to all Travelers this month.
Notes:
1. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.
2. These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.
3. Your character will revert to their true age if they were affected by the carousel last month.
4. The Test your Strength game can be played by anyone. How well your character does is entirely up to you, but the game does not necessarily measure physical strength.
5. These residents of the island are normal humans. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.
6. Have fun!
Ⅱ. CONCERT AND CANDY
CW: alcohol and drug use, sax music.
It wouldn't be a carnival if you didn't eat like a garbage disposal.
There's corndogs, deep fried mars bars, popcorn, donuts, funnel cakes, cheese fries, lemonade, burgers... Go on. Eat like you have a personal vendetta against your gastrointestinal tract. And of course you ought to help yourself to some cotton candy, because what's a fair without cotton candy?
There's pink and there's blue. Whichever colour you choose, you'll find that you start to feel a little funny after you eat it.
The pink cotton candy will fill you with a sense of pleasant euphoria. You'll find it easier to talk to people, and you'll find them just so much more pleasant than usual. You'll be empathetic, and just filled with love for life. You might even want to hug people, even if you're not usually the touchy feely type. You just feel so good.
The blue cotton candy will also make you feel good, but it's more mellow than the pink - you don't want to run around hugging people so much as you want to just chill out somewhere. You'll feel very relaxed, very open to talking to others about deep subjects like whether or not Kubrick really did fake the moon landing, man. Everything seems just a little more amusing, a little easier to handle.
To make things even better, there are outdoor concerts at night. No matter what band is on stage, you find yourself really enjoying it, even if the music isn’t usually your thing. There are kegs of beer set up around the edges of the concert area and you’re free to help yourself.All that cotton candy and cheap beer might impair your judgement a little. Maybe... enough to get a tattoo? Calm down, they’re temporary. There’s a stand called Pirate Pete’s on the midway not far from the concert where a guy dressed as a pirate - Pete, presumably - will be happy to draw whatever you want on your choice of body part.
Whatever you wind up getting, you’ll find that whenever you or someone else touches it you’ll experience a vision of a memory associated with the imagery of your tattoo. So if you get a snarling wolf, you might experience a memory of a time you treated someone savagely. If you get ‘Mom’ in a heart, maybe you and whoever else happens to brush against it will see a memory of your dear old mother. Gosh, this could get revealing or embarrassing fast!
Fucking Pete.
Notes:
1. Any food found on the midway is consumable by non-human entities. The cotton candy will likewise affect anyone who is not human.
2. I still believe.
3. The memory can be one that your character has repressed or forgotten.
Ⅲ. TUNNEL OF LOVE
CW: potentially sexual content
Maybe it's the cotton candy, or maybe you're just really captivated by the swan boats, but you find yourself drawn to one of the cheesiest rides in the place: the Tunnel of Love.
You can't ride alone, of course - this is the sort of thing meant for two! The guy running the ride ushers one of your fellow travelers on with you, then wolf-whistles, imitates a cat noise and a bed squeaking, then purrs, pants, barks, howls, twiddle his lips and says. “Hubba hubba!”He ignores you when you glare at him.
The inside of the tunnel is surprisingly pleasant - it does not, as a matter of fact, smell of stale water or unmentionable bodily fluids. The water you're floating on is crisp and clear, like a real spring, and alongside either side of it are miniature rolling hills of what looks like real grass. The lights are low and pinkish, casting a soft glow over everything.
And they're playing one of your favourite songs on the speakers! Whatever that may be.
As you ride along, you'll start to think that your companion is just incredibly witty and intelligent and good looking. These feelings may be sexual or romantic, or they may be perfectly platonic - the result either way is that you really, really think this person is just the absolute greatest. You might find yourself telling them things you never would normally. Or doing things you might not otherwise…
Of course, the second you're off the ride you might find all of those fuzzy feelings depart. Better hope you didn't do anything TOO embarrassing.
Notes:
1. Only for characters of age havin the intercourse, please.
2. If your characters want to get naughty, they may discover that these swan boats have a little glove box containing condoms, lube and the like. You could also just fill the former up with water and throw them at that guy running the ride when it's over.
Ⅳ. HAUNTED HOUSE
CW: violence, blood
You might be on carnival island, but it’s still October. It’s time to get spooky! And what better way to do that than to take a ride through the haunted house?
A bearded fellow in half-assed clown makeup and an Uncle Sam costume loads you onto a small rail car with at least one other person. It rolls forward along the bumpy tracks into darkness. Not that it stays totally dark for long - sickly lights illuminate animatronics and mannequins posed alongside the track. There are foam cemeteries and giant rubber spiders galore.
As you move further and further into the attraction the better the decorations get. Those rubber spiders now look awfully real, and that bat that just dive bombed the car sure seemed legit.
Suddenly the car jerks to a halt. You peer around in the gloom, and then lights go up.
One bathes a coffin in red. Another illuminates a gravestone in green. The last is a facsimile of the moon itself, pale and silver.
Before you can do more than wonder what the heck is going on, one of these attractions splits open and a monster leaps toward you. A vampire, a ghost, or a werewolf respectively. If you’re quick you can get out of the way and run for the exit.
If you’re not?
The vampire’s teeth sink into your veins. The ghost’s cold hand wraps around your heart. The werewolf’s claws tear your flesh.
You’re lucky in that it doesn’t kill you; somehow you manage to get away and stumble outside, where you swiftly discover that the rest of your month is going to be pretty goddamn strange as you transform right then and there into whatever monster attacked you.That’s right, for the month of October you may have to figure out a way to deal with cravings for flesh and blood, or how to get anything done when objects just fall right through your glowing hands.
You may be understandably upset about this. If you return to the Haunted House and accost the guy running it, he’ll tell you that the only way to break the curse is to admit to why you see yourself as that monstrous archetype. Now piss off, he ain’t got time for your jackassy questions.
Notes:
1. To return to their natural state, your character must reveal a personality trait or incident that would correspond to the monster they’ve turned into. For example, a person turned vampire might talk about how they feel they drain other people’s energy with their problems, or that they feel drained by other people’s. A ghost might not be able to let go of the past, and a werewolf might have anger issues. Interpret as you will!
2. The monsters can abide by any monster rules that you like. Is your vampire a Twilight vampire or a Dracula? It’s up to you!
3. The horror ride guy is weirdly impervious to harm.
4. All characters will return to normal at the end of October.
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The feeling of his hands moving up into her hair sends a pleasant shiver down her spine and she inhales sharply, "I....uh wow. I wasn't expecting an answer like that." She admits softly, and then nuzzles closer, nipping at his neck gently through the fabric.
"But I like it.....a lot."
((ooc: I was just about to ask you the saaaaame question. I am cool with either, is there a specific way that you usually handle smut with Deadpool?))
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And it's true. Deadpool was wild. Insane. Psychotic. Entirely too much. An asshole, sometimes. He pushed all the buttons and danced over all the boundaries. It was rare that doing so landed him in a position like this, though. Usually, he was safe from any intimacy because that was the last thing anybody thought about with him.
But Roxy...there was something about her, especially here, in this moment. Maybe he felt a connection to her for how she dealt with him as Wade. Or perhaps he was just enamored of the fact that she continued to want to be around him. That had to change at some point, but for now it was nice.
He gasps a little as she nips at his neck, and his fingertips clench a little and he draws his nails lightly along her scalp. "I bet you just made a face I imagined against my neck. You did, didn't you??"
((ooc: Oh man, I have done everything from fade to black all the way up to long form purple prose! But as to that question...omg, that's like a character question meme lol. So here's more answer than you bargained for! When he goes to smut, it's usually either kinda wild and extremely energetic if with another crazyperson (Not as common, as there aren't as many other crazypeople that he boinks...but you know) ooorrrr if anyone gets that close, I kind of think of it like they get past the crazy veneer and it's he's uncharacteristically serious. Like, he takes the romantic scenes seriously. Think like how he is with Vanessa in the movies, or like I imagine they are in her non-dead moments when he is more Deadpool in the second movie. I'd say Roxy falls into the latter camp pretty hard - she started out seeing behind the scenes with Wade, and he feels a need to treat her right because she was good to him. So basically, it wouldn't be zany smut because that'd just be weird, and also because between her actual treatment of him and that brief but potent history and the tunnel...she's peeking behind the crazy? Annnyways, I'm down for whatever if you want the shipping to progress apace! And I do think you get some good character relationship development on first times. But holy shit, I think she's friends with Kyle, right? He will puke in a bush for days if she tells him she went at it with Deadpool in a tunnel of love. XD))
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Her eyes slip shut as his nails draw across her scalp and she sighs softly. Brushing her lips against his neck as she speaks.
"Mmmmm. I did."
((ooc: Dude I love lengthy answers! I appreciate character info so thank you :) It totally makes sense to me that Roxy would fall into the more serious Vanessa type camp of intimacy since she saw him at such a fragile and low part of his past, which is so sweet and cute so hell yeah I'm totally down to let the shipping commence!
As for smut levels let's go with a fun amount and if either of us gets too busy/bored or we don't feel like finishing (Hur hurrrr) then we can fade to black.
Also yes, she's totally friends with Kyle and she will totally tell him all about this. So get ready to vomit Kyle!))
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The interesting thing here was the word "when". It seemed that he was committing to this definitely going places. Interestingly, there seemed to be no end in sight to the tunnel. Because of course not. The tunnel was magical, just like everything else, but not in an awful way. Was the lesson here to crash through any barriers that would normally get in the way of this kind of behavior?
But Wade wasn't thinking of any of that. Instead, he's thinking of how to shift position to go further. He enjoys her being in his neck, but now stronger urges are racing through his system as he feels her lips at his neck again. So he does shift a little until he's basically straddling her, and his gaze as he looks down into her eyes is heated.
Then he does it. The thing that will cascade into so much more, as if opening the floodgates. He peels his mask up and leans down and kisses her full on the mouth, slow and tender at first, exploring, making sure it's okay and letting her explore a little too, and then deeper if she seems to be into it.
((ooc: That all sounds good to me!! As you can tell, I can get a little slow in the middle of the week as work heats up, but I'm usually better Fri-Sun. And smut is super fun! But can def extend into infinity, so always feel free to suggest a fade to black if you want it.
Kyle vomit is the BEST vomit. Wait...that may have come out weird...hmm...))
cw: oooh things be getting spicy
She looks up at him with those wide violet eyes, her mouth opening to ask him a question but then his lips are suddenly on hers. They're a bit textured sure but surprisingly tender and she exhales a soft moan before kissing him back firmly, her hands coming up to lock behind the back of his neck as she opens her mouth and slides her tongue against his.
((ooc: No worries, I tag back frequently but that's only because my job is literally me sitting on a computer all day with large sections where I'm waiting for work to come in.
Hahaha poor Kyle XD))
cw: From here forward there be the potential for graphic sexytimes content!
Time ceases to matter as they kiss, and he's unsure of how long they explore one another's mouths. All he knows is that first his hands are cupping her face, and then they are moving down along her sides, exploring her curves. It's an amazing process, getting to explore her body, and he pays attention to anywhere his fingertips draw out any positive reactions.
Then he's kissing along her jawline and down her neck, pausing to nibble there as his deft fingers work any buttons below. But in between nibbles, he asks, "You were about to say something before I rudely took your breath away? You're not getting that back for a while, by the way. It's mine now."
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She utters a small breathless gasp when he finally breaks from their kiss, tilting her head back to allow him more access to her neck.
"I..." She starts to say and then has to pause as he nibbles at her skin, "I was going to ask if you'd be comfortable taking off your mask."
"I'd like to be able to see your eyes."
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Also, she still had yet to see the batshit insane. This would reinforce her ideas of him as more stable than he really was. That bothered him a bit, but in here...he just wanted to be with her. Really be with her. No masks, no hiding.
"Okay," he says, nodding. "Do you want to take it off for me? Kinda fitting that the first piece of clothing to be removed is the mask."
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He seems to be battling with an answer but in the end she smiles when he agrees, because it is important for her to be able to look him in the eye if they're really going to go as far as she hopes they are.
"Sure." She says and leans forward, kissing him softly as she reaches up to ease the mask off his face. She can feel the texture of his scars everywhere as she slides it off and when she finally pulls back a little she makes sure to look in his eyes first. They're the same as when she first found him by the carousel and her smile grows, they're beautiful eyes.
Pulling back more she looks at his face which is damaged and scarred but not the scariest thing she's ever seen. Most of her adult life has been spent fighting bizarre and sometimes hideous genetic freaks so she's got a pretty high tolerance for body horror, the thing she notices right away is that he looks so much more vulnerable than she thought he would. Scars are usually promoted as a rough and tough kind of thing but on him they have the opposite effect.
"That's better." She says softly and touches his cheek with her hand, smiling at him.
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Now he gazes down at her, meeting her violet eyes, and he smiles a little. "Is it? I hope so. Well, I guess it's my turn."
And, if she's amenable to it, he starts to remove her shirt. He's gentle, but makes sure it doesn't take too much time as he tosses it to a little spot in the boat. If she allows him to keep going, the bra will be next.
"What do you want most, to happen first?" His eyes find hers again. "I'd like to taste you. If all of your previous bad lays have focused on themselves most, I want to start with focusing only on you."
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She blushes faintly and momentarily crosses her arms across her chest. "I...urm. I dunno, I don't think anyone has ever asked me that before."
"Does that make me sound dumb? Or awful?"
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When she stiffens, he does pause just a little, but it seems like she isn't opposed to him continuing to remove her bra so he does continue, but with great care. When he sees her chest before she crosses her arms, he is just a bit confused, but he doesn't show it. There's nothing there to be self-conscious of. In fact, she's got beautiful curves there, and he can't help but notice how her nipples stiffen a little in the open air, or with her lust, or both. But he's had more than enough experience with the mind betraying you to know that there are plenty of reasons to be self conscious that aren't visible.
"What? No...no, it makes literally everyone else you've ever been with sound both dumb and awful."
He leans in and kisses along her neck again, drawing a little line of kisses towards her collarbone, hinting at going just a bit lower but mindful of the crossed arms.
"But it does tell me that I'm going to have to explore, a lot, and see what you like so you know how to tell me what you like and what you want. You may not be a virgin to sex, but you're a virgin to being treated right, so let's pop that cherry."
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The feeling of him slowly slipping off her bra, taking such care with it, sends a little shiver down her spine and she feels her nipples harden from the sensation as well as feeling his eyes on her. She still feels self conscious but his gentle correction about her past lovers helps put her a little more at ease and as he kisses down her neck she is able to un-cross her arms slowly.
"A virgin to being treated right..." She repeats softly to herself and then nods, bringing her hands up to the sides of his face so she can guide him back up to her lips. Kissing him thoroughly before looking into his eyes, "Okay. Treat me right Wade. Please."
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"I don't think I'm capable of doing anything else," he murmurs. It'd feel so wrong to treat Roxy anything but right. That kiss had been...everything. How did she put so much feeling into it for a guy like him, and one she'd just met, at that?
Once again, he begins to kiss his way downwards, but now that he has access to her chest, he pauses and spends a good deal of time there. Did she feel her breasts had been underappreciated in light of her sister's before? Well, there was no way they could feel underappreciated now. He spent a great deal of loving time kissing, licking, caressing, massaging, and showering them with all kinds of attention. Wade worked his way to each nipple and swirled his tongue around it, bringing it to its peak and nibbling before moving to the other. The more sensitive in this area she showed herself to be, the longer he would spend here. Otherwise, he'd move down her abdomen, closer and closer to her center.
"I love your chest so much," he whispers into it.
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Her hands move restlessly across his shoulders as he moves further down, lightly scratching at him to indicate both her approval of how he's treating her but as well as her eagerness.
"That feels really nice." She says softly and then reaches down to take his hands off her for a moment, stripping off his gloves and then puts them back onto her breasts.
"But that feels even better."
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When she places his hands on her breasts, free of his gloves, he pauses in his downward migration to once again show her them a lot of love, but this time with the soft touches of his fingertips. There will come a time for rough play, perhaps, but for now every touch is a light caress, as if he's memorizing the curves and how they feel. His touch and his gaze are full of that kind of wonder that comes from the first time experiencing beauty in a certain form.
"It does," he agrees with a smile.
Then, finally, he is kissing along her abdomen, moving his way to each side in turn to see if her sides are sensitive. At some point, he realizes that the seat in the swan can be adjusted to lay back more - all the way to flat, in fact. Yeah, this tunnel was most definitely meant for the HUBBA HUBBA, as the ride operator had indicated. He drags his fingertips lightly along her bare back and sides, down to the lip of her jeans, then traces around to the button and zipper, which he undoes.
"Are you ready for more? Do you want this?" It feels important to ask, based on everything she's told him about how others have just taken advantage of her without considering her wants. "Do you want me?"
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She lets out a trill of soft giggles as he kisses down her sides, because yes they are sensitive and the feeling of his tongue and lips are a bit ticklish. But it's nice, everything he's doing feels so nice in that when he shifts the seat into its fully reclined position she doesn't feel nervous or even that surprised.
She can feel her body becoming warm and her heart begins to beat faster the closer he gets down to her jeans zipper, when he pauses to ask her if she wants it, wants him, she feels her stomach flutter and there's a sharp ache between her legs.
"Yes." She says, without hesitation and sits back up for a moment to kiss him again. Her tongue darting out to brush against his while she pushes her jeans down over the swell of her wide hips, she'll let him do the rest but she wants to show him that she's feeling confident about her decision.
"I want you Wade." She breathes against his lips, kissing him one last time before laying back down.
"I want you so much."
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Perhaps her answer might change with experience with him. It probably would. But here and now...well, he was very good at enjoying the here and now.
And goddamn, she was a good kisser for someone who hadn't known the same consideration. Maybe it came from her own consideration of others, but if he weren't so caught up in the moment of pleasure and happiness, he'd actually feel angry at others for not showing her what she showed them. So he did his best to pour his own consideration into the kiss, to make it as good for her as it was for him.
As she lays back down, he wastes no time in removing her shoes and then pulling her jeans down and off. For the moment, he leaves her panties on. He kisses, licks, and caresses his way around her center, starting with those sides so sensitive they were ticklish. Ticklish was good, it was very good, because if you knew what you were doing you could turn that sensitivity from laughter to moaning with a little work, and he put that work in. Then he worked his way south, but past her bullseye. It was good to build up her want there first, to make it damn near an ache that he would satisfy when he circled inward. For now, he showered her inner thighs with the same attention as her sides, inching up closer and closer and spreading her legs a little as he did so.
Finally, hovered at her panties, his breath hot and making the material a little moist from his end. Slowly, deliberately, he drew his tongue up along the material, his eyes hot on hers if she was watching him finally reach his destination.
"You have me," whispers into her folds. Then he slowly starts to remove her underwear.
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But this is different, for one thing Wade is anything but lazy as is obvious from the amount of time he takes to explore and tease her as he gets closer and closer to her center. By the time he's done showering her inner thighs with licks and kisses she is panting and wet, her panties sticking to her like a second skin.
Normally she might feel shy or embarrassed by such an obvious indication of her desire for him but not this time, all she feels is eager and aroused at what comes next.
"Ohhh!" She gasps as he slowly licks up the length of the already wet material, as if she were the world's best lollipop and he wants to savor the taste.
As he removes her panties she licks her lips and sits up a little, looking him in the eyes. They're such expressive eyes and she shivers from the look of desire she sees in them.
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And of course, there's the little fact of just how much he's enjoying this adoration of her.
"I'm going to fuck you better with my tongue and fingers than any of your other lovers ever have with everything else at their disposal," he says, his eyes directly on hers. It's a big promise, but one that he's pretty sure he can live up to based on what she's told him. "And then, when you've already had better than you've ever had, I'll slide into you and really take you."
It's a little bit of...not quite dirty?...talk. But he thinks it might be incredibly sexy to her to compare this to everything that came before and find it so much better (or he hopes so much better, anyway).
And then he slips two fingers slowly into her, exploring around with them. His eyes never leave hers, because at the moment he revels in the connection between them and thinks she probably needs that after never having had it before. But also...it allows him to watch her reactions. He's enjoying the exploration, but if he finds any really good spots, he wants to know. If he finds the spot, he definitely wants to know. Wade wants to memorize every fold inside her, every spot that makes her gasp, and he wants to play her like a well-tuned instrument once he does. For the moment, he avoids leaning down to lick her clit, as much as he might want to, because he doesn't want those reactions to interfere with him finding what he's looking for. But there's no rush...they have all the time in the world in this magical tunnel and he's happy to take it.
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"Oh god, yes please. I want that so bad." She murmurs softly before uttering a low moan as he slides his fingers into her, her head snapping back up, her eyes opening and locking on his.
Having part of him finally inside her, probing deeply, only makes her wetter and soon she is practically writhing in her own juices under his thorough exploration. She can feel her hips starting respond to his slow almost thoughtful motions, a gentle rocking back and forth motion on his fingers to help him find the right spot.
The fact that he keeps eye contact with her as he fingers her is incredibly sexy and she tries to maintain it as best she can but when he hits a certain spot she can't help but roll her eyes up to the tunnel ceiling and cry out. It would seem that his diligence had paid off and he's found what he was looking for.
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He isn't disappointed, but even expecting it he is surprised. He grins, and wonders if the magic of the tunnel means they are basically alone in their own magic bubble. You know what? They pretty much have to be. That's how these things work. And if they aren't...well, someone might get quite an earful and he is not remotely sorry about it. In fact, he's going to push her to greater heights, starting now.
Having found the spot he was looking for - and he'd been prepared to not find it, many women were clit only after all, but that didn't excuse not looking for it - he begins to massage it, running his fingertip in circles around it. As he does so, he leans down and draws the tip of his tongue along her clit. His attentions there start slow and delicate, but remain in rhythm with his fingers inside her. Little licks, then swirling around it, sucking it between his lips, gradually growing more intense as he builds her up.
But...oh but. Wade doesn't intend for it to go quickly, oh no. He takes his time, and every time she seems to get close, he backs off a bit, lets he cool down, lets the heat and the want build, and then he works her up again...just a little further than the last time, but again backing off as she approaches the edge. Now he works to build that need, that intensity. His goal is to drive her nearly mad with desire to release, and then...only then...to push her over that edge and watch her orgasm from his excellent vantage point between her legs.
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The way he pulls back only to drive her passion more forward each time makes her feel like she's caught in some wonderful sexual rollercoaster but she welcomes it, letting go and giving him complete control of her pleasure.
"Oh Wade!" She gasps, her hands moving up to squeeze her own breasts as he continues to lavish attention on her lower half. Her nipples are hard and she rubs at them while still holding his gaze.
"Ah!! I'm so close...."
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His fingers seek out her spot and really start stimulating it aggressively as he places his mouth around her clit, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around it over and over, driving her to that brink. His other hand grips her ass and holds her to his face.
"Come for me," he murmurs into her folds, probably barely if at all audible over her own sounds of pleasure.
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Her whole body seems to clench as her orgasm rockets through her, her back arching and her mouth opening to let loose a loud scream. She can feel the muscles inside her clench and relax then clench again, her hips lifting and grinding against his tongue and mouth. It seems to last forever and when it finally begins to ease she can only fall back against the reclined seat; exhausted, sweaty and covered in her own juices.
"ohholyfuckwade...." She whispers, running a hand through her hair as she tries to get her breath back.
"I don't think I can feel my legs after that...."
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