#John Poole

[jazzplusplus]

1977 - Anita O’Day & the John Poole Trio - Koseinenkin Hall - Tokyo

#jazz #poster flyer #anita o'day #john poole #1977

[mayasaura]

Anger was her besetting sin. We had that in common.

#Just a meditation on how Gideon is her father's daughter #Gideon is so defined by the way she forgave and accepted Harrow in the pool I think we sometimes lose sight of her anger #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #emperor john gaius #gideon nav #kiriona gaia

[cockroachesunite]

the roommate situation is going well

#james fitzjames #francis crozier #sir john franklin #thomas blanky #henry dundas le vesconte #dundy le vesconte #dundy #amc the terror #fitzier #the terror #the terror fanart #the terror amc #my drawings #i love the bed sharing trope #not sure which is funnier: #if they’ve already been sleeping together before this #or if this is why they start #-anyway- dundy and blanky think this is hilarious #there’s probably a betting pool #whether they’ll kill each other or sleep together first #or both #etc #i may draw more of this #the terror 101 go for broke #101 go for broke #go for broke AU #the behemoth is finished #i started this in january

[possibly-not-a-ghost]

Okay but let's talk about Dan and Ghost King Danny. Yeah, sure the angst is well and good but what about the sheer hijinks that could ensue?

Thus, I propose the following: Community Service AU. It's exactly as it says on the tin. King Danny who puts Dan through community service in the zone, doing stuff to help his reign, and improve the realm as a whole. Soup time is well and good, and well, Walker is a possibility but c'mon. It's Walker. Community Service sounds much more reasonable. Danny is the Ghost King, it's not like Dan can get into too much trouble.

He gets banished to the dreaded paperwork realm to help sort through the backlog because does anyone think Pariah Dark was any good at clerical work before he went off the rails? Nah, I don't think so! There's certain tedious things that Danny just Doesn't Have The Time for but look! Here's Dan, who's just enough of Danny to be able to do some tedious kingly duties but also not being Danny enough to actually contest for the throne. Dan gets to help nurture and while it's forced at first, he gets to see a positive impact that he has on those around him (Eventually, with good enough behavior he gets to finally see his sister again.)

Smash cut to a JLA meeting where Constantine is there for Reasons and then the whole of the JL members present gets the shock of their lives when a terrifying mass of vicious teeth, a body that doesn't move right, too many eyes, and freezing cold rips a hole in reality.

"J̴o̸h̵n̶ ̵C̴o̵n̴s̴t̵a̵n̴t̸i̴n̷e̴,̵ ̴t̷h̴e̸ ̵t̸i̶m̷e̶ ̴t̸o̶ ̵p̴a̴y̵ ̶y̴o̵u̴r̴ ̷d̷u̷e̴s̶ ̷h̵a̷s̴ ̸c̷o̷m̶e̷."

Dan was helping Ghost Writer find some books that were never returned years before. Honestly, Danny would've just written them off as Lost but Dan had been really good lately and Danny thought he earned a little harmless fun. Besides, those occultists really should've known better than try to steal from the Dead.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #john constantine #dc #rook posts stuff #community service au #Dan: I could've killed them all. I did before you know. #Danny: Yeah yeah you're just a being of unending terrors WE KNOW #Dan gets put into time out via cleaning up those gross pools of ectoplasmic waste that leak through. He's thoroughly disgusted that some #humans have been bathing in the stuff. gross

[cod-dump]

Soap, to Gaz: - And I’ve been dropping the most obvious hints that I like him but he still- Oh hey, Ghost!

Ghost: What are you talking about?

Soap: Oh I like my lieutenant but he doesn’t understand that I do even though I drop the most obvious hints without a bit of subtlety

Ghost: He sounds like an idiot

Soap: … He’s an absolute idiot

Gaz: Oh my god

#john soap mactavish #call of duty #cod mwii #incorrect quotes #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #ghostsoap #soapghost #Gaz immediately texted Alex and Farah about this #they now have a betting pool to see how long it takes Ghost to realize

[tanked-up]

(Soap starring at Ghost from across the room)

Rudy: Uh… is he alright? He’s been starring for over half an hour already

Price: Forgot to tell you how much of an impact that face mask does to Soap

Rudy: What do you mean?

Price: C’mon, look at Soap’s eyes and follow his gaze.

Rudy doing it: Straight to the Lieutenant’s eyes

Price: Exactly

Rudy: So uh… why?

Price sighs: Now that’s something for you to find out

Rudy: Do you know?

Price: Took me a while to do so, but you’ll probably get it tomorrow…

Rudy: Why…?

Price: It’s Pool day

#iykyk #pool day means? #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #simon riley #john price #gaz mw2 #rudy mw2 #call of duty rodolfo #incorrect cod quotes #cod meme #pool day means shirtless ghost

[fagmuppet]

twin peaks 2.22 beyond life and death dir. david lynch / the captain - leonard cohen / ginger snaps (2001) dir. john fawcett / infinity pool (2023) dir. brandon cronenberg / drowning lessons - my chemical romance / antiviral (2012) dir. brandon cronenberg / you are the blood - castanets / scream (1996) dir. wes craven / blood on my hands - the used / saw (2004) b-roll dir. james wan / macbeth act ii scene ii / tom waits by greg gorman for heartattack and vine (1980) / peripety series by jen mazza (2008-09) / blood on our hands - death from above 1979 / the doom generation (1995) dir. gregg araki / crack in the mirror - joan baez / the haunting in connecticut (2009) - dir. peter cornwell / very short story by frank miller

#hands #you are the blood #web weaving #twin peaks #david lynch #leonard cohen #ginger snaps #john fawcett #infinity pool #antiviral #brandon cronenberg #castanets #macbeth #jen mazza #the used #tom waits #joan baez #saw #scream #wes craven #the doom generation #gregg araki #my chemical romance #mcr #the haunting in connecticut #frank miller #movies #words #birdposting

[may8chan]

Infinity Pool - Brandon Cronenberg 2023

#Infinity Pool #Brandon Cronenberg #Jeff Ricketts #Amanda Brugel #John Ralston #Caroline Boulton #Jalil Lespert #Mia Goth #Alexander Skarsgård

[derseprinceoftbd]

It deeply amuses me how John was so hands off he managed to create a situation where post-pool-scene *maybe one* of his Necros would have killed their Cavs if asked for the sake of the empire, and it *wasn't even Silas*. Like you create an entire house of intensely religious nuts and the most principled stance we ever see one take is "this is either not what God wants or God is *evil*". Judith seems like she would, but I think AYU (AYUS? AUS?) proves otherwise. Ianthe very clearly failed. Isaac... Isaac I actually feel might have. The fourth were pretty screwed up. Abigail, hell no. Pal, demonstrably not. OG Dulcinea, probably made peace with her death and wouldn't kill a man to live. And Harrow, even before the pool scene, clearly had some conflicted feelings. *At most* he could have gotten two proper Lictors out of the experiment, for the 4th and 9th, and then he'd have to kill all the other house heirs to cover it up, and then cover *that* up, because you *know* Abigail and Pal and Silas would just immediately spill the beans upon getting home.

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #john gaius #ianthe tridentarius #judith deuteros #as yet unsent #isaac tettares #abigail pent #palamedes the sixth #palamedes sextus #dulcinea #dulcinea septimus #silas octakiseron #harrowhark nonagesimus #the pool scene #lyctorhood

[ivymarquis]

How am I supposed to go out into the world and attempt to date, knowing that John Price is a figment of our imaginations and not real. What is even the point

#why cant he be real #i am sobbing I am crying I am screaming #im throwing up #john price #plus like #imma be so real with yall #my local dating pool is just yuppy assholes who think making money is a personality trait #crypto bros #republicans and libertarians #which are diet republicans #like I am a bleeding heart liberal and I have lgbtq family members #i will not be bringing a transphobe home for Christmas it’s not happening #which you’d think thst wouldn’t narrow my dating pool THAT much #but locally????? #babes I am in the fucking trenches #and Im not quite ready to broach dating women irl BUT THEY ARE SO PRETTY #Im just gonna to munches in My Nearest Big City and pray to god I strike gold

[mutable-manifestation]

Family at the Core

So I decided to continue the rogues-as-family-with-Danny once they realize he's a baby & flee to the DC universe/Gotham fic.

Parts 1 & 2

Info: AU where you gotta fight ecto with ecto - it’s the only thing that has any effect on them, and it’s part of the reason why the ghosts love Amity so much - aside from the whole “thinking danny was old ghost pretending at being human and openly challenging pretty much everyone by claiming a Living Realm haunt and then opening a stable portal in it” (from their perspective pre-’holy shit he’s baby’ realization) - Danny? Sam & Tucker with ecto weapons? Humans who can and will put up a challenge but won’t try to seriously harm them ala bastards like Pariah & the Guys In White? It’s practically the ideal ghostly vacation spot. 

The Fenton fam are the first to discover how to fight ghosts in their dimension, but DC didn’t have blood blossoms and made the deal w/Pariah before they figured out the ecto v ecto option

This is pre-ID reveals among the JL because it’s funnier. 

Disclaimer: idk how the police work I’m just rolling with what sounds probably like it’d be right.

***

Kitty and Johnny disappear before they can discuss a time for the police sweep, but Kitty <i>had</i> asked for Bruce’s number earlier in the conversation - “To set up that playdate once we’re more settled in” - after Bruce had mentioned the benefits of peer contact for children.

(The complete and utter disconnect from information about humans certainly lent credence to their claim of being ghosts - or at least not humans)  

She’d promised to give him a call once they got their phones set up. Hopefully that would be soon - they really needed to talk about the Lazarus Pit in the building before the kid fell in and died - assuming they truly weren’t aware of it prior to selecting the location. 

Perhaps Bruce could convince them to block it off? If they truly weren’t after the pit, he could ask about setting them up with a better place; make up some excuse about wanting the building for the company.

He makes contact with them and is left with more questions than answers; at least they know where they are now, despite the in-costume team's inability to track them as they left.

Constantine and Deadman arrive together <i>less</i> than an hour later, managing to arrive at the Batcave at the same time as Bruce’s group.

Constantine twirls an unlit cigarette between his fingers as the footage of the Joker incident plays.

It stops twirling when the lunch lady appears on the screen.

His lips form a grim line as he watches.

“Anyone ever told you you’re the unluckiest bastard this side ‘a the pond?” Constantine asks, turning to Batman once the first video concludes.

“No.” Is Batman’s humorless reply.

“Don’t leave us in suspense here, Conny,” Nightwing slides closer to lightly elbow him in the side. “Is Damian Wayne’s doppelganger the most haunted kid in America or what?”

Robin, for his part, crossed his arms and continued sulking - as he had been since Batman had read them in on the existence of JL Dark and verified that ghosts were indeed real.

“Most haunted kid this damn dimension, Bird boy,” Constantine answered, stowing his cigarette. “Those-” he gestures to the now-blank screen “-are Infinite Realms Ghosts. They aren’t like Deadman here, they’re about a million times worse.”

“Hey!” Deadman protests.

“They come from a place they call ‘The Infinite Realms’ - big shock there. Their kind haven’t been seen in this dimension for tens of thousands of years now; most people just think they’re myths by this point. I only even know about it because my thrice-damned house wouldn’t stop throwing a book on the subject at me until I read it a few years back.”

He puts the cigarette away in favor of crossing his arms.

“The Realms are said to be connected to every dimension there is, and legend has it that way back when we got a lot of visitors from their side. Had a lot of names - the era of chaos, the age of disaster, whatever you wanna call it. They treated this dimension like a plaything, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them. 

Nothing worked - salt, holy symbols, the magics of the time, etc. Supposedly, someone even tried summoning a demon and watched the thing get hunted. Realms ghosts were leagues more powerful than any of the other known beings at the time and no one could find a way to fight them. The only reason they left was because some group made a deal with their king - no details on what the deal involved other than getting them to get lost.”

“So we are simply supposed to hope that their king isn’t too busy dealing with the infinitely many other dimensions they are apparently hooked up to to come get a few strays out of ours?” Robin questions icily.

“It means you’re simply supposed to give me a chance to do some more research - I only skimmed the one book to get the house off my back. What I read wasn’t promising, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t more useful information buried somewhere.” Constantine replies with an eyeroll. “For now, if they want to play house with some poor bastard? Wayne’s got enough kids to know how to give good enough advice they don’t accidentally kill him in the meantime. Infiltrate their playdates if you’re that worried. And look on the bright side! They took care of your clown problem. Now, you said you had two videos?”

“Yes,” Batman answers tightly, bringing up said second video. “We managed to get footage of their meeting with the Waynes.”

The second watching was far less eventful.

Until the very end, when Kitty and Bruce shake hands and Constantine lets loose a stream of curses.

“What? What’s wrong?” Red Robin demands.

“What’s wrong is that Brucie Wayne is dumber than a sack of damn bricks.” 

The batclan members make various coughing/strangled noises at this, save for Batman, who remains stoic. 

“Who the fuck meets a self-declared non-human entity and shakes on a deal.” Constantine drags an exasperated hand down his face. “Make sure Wayne knows his ass needs to buy them that building asap or Ghost Girl gets to make him dance to whatever tune she wants; break a deal with a dealmaker and they get controlling shares in your soul.”

“I see,” Batman says, “We’ll get in touch with him again after this; we need to discuss the police sweep of the Yuyan building anyway. If direct observation will help, he should be willing to bring you along as a civilian friend.”

Constantine looked at him like he had three heads.

“Not a chance in hell, Bats.”

He backs away from the table toward the cave’s Zeta tube.

“Oh! Oh, me! Pick me! I wanna meet the new ghosts!” Deadman shook his arms wildly, doing loops in the air.

“The visibility spell won’t last that long and we don’t know if their kind of ghost can see you without it. Also, we were in the middle of something. We already detoured. Let’s finish the job and then we can come back and play ghost party 2: yet another pain in my ass edition, yeah?” 

“Awwwwww,” Deadman slouched sadly before zipping into the tube with him.

“Great. Have fun, try to get along with the new neighbors, don’t shake any hands, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, yadda yadda, aaaaaand bye.”

And with that, they were gone. 

“Well that’s not ideal,” Nightwing mutters.

The meeting had at least answered one question.

Now for the other two dozen.

---------------------

Kitty wants to get this cop sweep over with as soon as possible.

The others are hesitant at first - or territorial, in Walker’s case - but a little fast-talking has him all for the idea. 

The chronic rule-follower had only taken to making his own rules because of the zone’s inherent chaos and lack of real, broader government. In Gotham there are rules pre-made to follow, to enforce. He eats it up.

He’ll be obsessed with being law-abiding once he’s done studying up, but Kitty had been headed towards a future in law before her own death. She was well aware that it would take him - even with the aid of an eidetic memory - a minimum of months to read enough to actually start enforcing anything. 

And until he’d read it all? Kitty was free to make him paranoid about missing a later subsection to create her own Walker-loopholes.

Once he’s on-side, he practically carries the argument for her. She only pipes up again to mention how “the baby would probably be a lot more comfortable with a stable, uncontested home.”

Walker does his own sweep of the building, opening cabinets and hidden passages and drawing attention to weapons and other hints of crimes-past and Kitty hovers over Technus’ shoulder as they hash out the details of how best to lure in the police.

The Box Ghost leads the others - except Ember, who ‘s on baby-watch at the pool - in packaging up everything they want to keep to be phased into the ground under the building.

Arguing took most of the time and it’s only the work of another two hours to have the entire building ready for the cops to peruse. 

In the end, they decide setting off a small bomb by the entrance is the easiest way to draw police attention - they’ll come investigate, when no one responds they’ll have to check it out, they’ll find the weapons and cult-like documents and murder records Walker had located sitting out in the open, et voila: wanted owners and building up for grabs.

They, of course, will be invisibly watching the whole thing.

Danny hasn’t left the pool since their arrival and they don’t want him to, so he stays there with Johnny on watch to make them both invisible if and when anyone enters that room.

It goes off without a hitch, and by 11 o’clock Kitty is flying to a nearby roof to call Bruce and remind him of his end of the bargain.

***

@yjfk @fisticuffsatapplebees @little-pondhead @avery-isastupid-name @queenofdiscord @samgirl98 @inkyunicorn @mimilikey @aconitewolfsbane @miraculousandmore @someonebored0100 @wildbacon-blog @fleshybeing @vala-dreams @ironicvixen @blurblurbblurrrr @ectoplasmic-knife

#dpxdc #finding family with the rogues that fought you #dp recovery vacation in Gotham #Bruce slowly loosing his mind #Constantine calls Bruce a dumbass to his face (unaware) #ex-pre-law Kitty #Danny in the background #*is traumatized* #Constantine hates everything that is happening in Gotham #Constantine *hopes the King will show up to get them b4 he has to deal with this bullshit #* #King Baby: *Floating in an ecto-pool under the Yuyan Building & being Part Of John's Headache*

[jazzplusplus]

1976 - Anita O’Day & John Poole trio - Yubin Chokin Kaikan - Tokyo

#jazz #poster flyer #anita o'day #john poole #1976

[artfulfashion]

Zoe Fang for Vogue Czech November 2023 photographed by John Clayton Lee

#zoe fang #vogue #john clayton lee #2020s #pools

[illustratus]

Sadak in Search of the Waters of Oblivion by John Martin

#john martin #art #sadak #search #waters #oblivion #romanticism #romantic #painting #british #mountain #landscape #rocky #pool #waterfall #cliffs #peaks #terrestrial #fantasy #apocalyptic #end of the world #hope #clinging #grandiose #promethean #zeitgeist #nature #volcano #other worldly

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand + Instagram [22/?] [Click to enlarge]

#john wick x you #john wick x reader #john wick imagine #fic: hold my hand #john wick x y/n #hmh ig au #i love making these so much #i love that john's ig is literally just always reader and ronan #also the pic of him that she posted where he's playing pool..as soon as i saw someone post that pic of keanu i was like yeah that's so hmh

[cantstoptheimagines]

Pool Boy (John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — John B can’t keep his eyes off his boss’s daughter.

Warnings & Other Tags ➳ Smut (quickie in a pool and almost getting caught); employee x boss’s daughter trope; Reader and John B make a few sex jokes (potential secondhand embarrassment abound); cursing; Reader wears a swimsuit; Reader is a kook.

Notes ➳ Word Count is 1,937. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her) and is referred to with traditionally feminine nicknames (princess, babygirl, etc.). ➳ This was originally meant to be for JJ, but I thought the idea suited John B a little better. ➳ This work has a visual edit.

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John B wasn’t sure how it all started.

Maybe it was with a passing glance as he skimmed the surface of the water or when your bare glowed beneath the sun as he tried to fix one of the broken pool jets. It was hard to know and it didn’t help that he was a little too emotionally clogged for his own good sometimes. He supposed it didn’t really matter in the long run because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Especially now.

As he wandered through the gate that led into your backyard, his gaze found you relaxing on a pool float with sunglasses. If your hands weren’t gently gliding back and forth through the cool water, he probably would’ve thought you were asleep.

“Hope you put sunscreen on,” he said, placing his hands on his hips. “Remember last time?”

Even from the edge of the pool, he could still clearly make out the smirk that spread over your lips. Apparently your instance with potential sun poisoning only a week prior didn’t rattle you.

One of your hands emerged from the water to take off your sunglasses. Your eyes drifted over his figure, and then you asked, “What are you gonna do if I didn’t? Tell my dad?”

John B snorted. After working for your father for nearly the entire summer, it became clear that he, quite frankly, didn’t give a shit about anything you did. Your father thought you to be an angel and trusted you fully, which was probably his biggest mistake.

“You coming in, Routledge?” you asked. “Or are you gonna be a loser like last time?”

John B scoffed at the smirk on your face, “I just came to get my check from your dad.”

“Bummer,” you sighed quietly. “I was hoping for some Vitamin D, but sure, whatever, go hang with my dad instead. It’s cool.”

You smiled when he whispered a few curses under his breath. His eyes darted between you and your house, shuffling awkwardly, until he finally kicked off his shoes.

“You’re gonna get me fired, ya know that?” he groaned, rolling his eyes when you only shrugged in response. “And don’t even get me started on those stupid dick jokes.”

“Oh, please,” you chuckled, watching as he trailed around the edge of the pool, “I know you wore those swim trunks on purpose.”

John B grinned, but didn’t comment, which only proved how right your assumption was. He pulled off his shirt to reveal his sun-kissed skin. Running a hand through his messy hair, he began to descend the steps that led into your family’s inground pool.

You waited patiently as he waded through the water, smiling when he finally came to a stop next to your pool float. One of his arms came up to rest over your hips, and then he whispered, “Hi.”

“Hey,” you replied, smile widening in an instant.

John B chuckled, slowly pulling you off the pool float, which immediately began to drift away in the breeze. He held you in his arms and wrapped your legs around his waist, smiling as he bit his lower lip.

Your arms moved to rest on his shoulders. His palms ran over your exposed skin and you could feel him becoming hard in his swim trunks. Gently, you tugged at the ever-present bandana around his neck, and asked, “Do you ever take this off?”

He raised his eyebrows, “You ever take that swimsuit off?”

Your eyes fell to his lips, which were drawing closer by the second, and muttered, “Depends on who’s asking me to. Are you asking, John B?”

He let out a deep groan, glancing over your shoulder in the direction of your house. His fingers toyed with the strings of your swimsuit as he thought about the potential repercussions of being caught.

He hadn’t been with you sexually in almost two weeks and he was starving for your touch. And despite agreeing that your situation wouldn’t have any strings attached, his feelings for you were slowly growing out of his control.

So, when you lightly gripped his hair and brought his attention back to you, all those thoughts disappeared and his bodily desires won out.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I am.”

Your eyes trailed over his features as you whispered, “Then help me take it off. Show me how much you want it, you filthy pogue.”

He licked his lips, rolled his eyes at your joking smile, and gently tugged at the back of your swimsuit. The strings quickly unraveled and the feeling of John B’s hands sent shivers along your spine.

His lips pressed against the bare skin of your shoulder as he pushed aside the straps of your swimsuit. He pulled away enough to remove your top, exposing your breasts.

With a pleasured sigh, you pulled him into a kiss, slowly grinding your hips in repeated motions. John B’s eyebrows furrowed at the sensation of his cock becoming harder and harder by the second.

A hand palmed at one of your breasts. You gasped in surprise, not expecting him to touch them so soon. Usually he held off, winding you up until you were practically begging him to fuck you. Today, however, he seemed incapable of holding back.

Now that his lips were free of your kiss, he leaned down, still supporting your back with his available hand. You moaned when his tongue suddenly ran over your nipple, only for it to be drawn into his mouth moments later.

The hand that had been exploring your breasts made its way beneath the water’s surface, sinking into your bottoms. Your mouth fell open when John B began massaging your clit without warning, “Oh, shit!”

He pulled his mouth away from your skin, kissing his way over to your other breast with a smirk, “Feel good, kook?”

“So good—! Ah!”

He took you by surprise when his teeth dug into the skin of your chest. No matter how many times you had sex with John B, you always forgot he was a biter.

He pulled away with a huff, coming to connect your lips with his once more, murmuring, “Stay quiet, sweetheart. Daddy might hear.”

“Don’t care,” you whined, hiding your face against his shoulder and digging your fingers into his messy hair.

“Oh, really?” he chuckled. “What would he say if he found out you’re fucking a dirty pogue like me, huh? Not many kooks can take a cock from the Cut, ya know?”

You didn’t get a chance to respond. Two of his fingers pushed into you and, quite honestly, John B couldn’t tell if more of the wetness between your thighs came from you or the water. He continued to thumb at your clit, rolling his hips so you could feel his swollen cock beneath his swim trunks.

“He doesn’t care if you’re a pogue,” you muttered, knowing it was the truth, as you pulled him into another kiss and intertwined your fingers in his hair. “Please, John B, I need you.”

He grinned against you, biting at your lower lip, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

John B couldn’t stop himself from chuckling. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you, picking up pace when you moaned against him. The sounds emitting from your body only made his smile widen.

“Gotta be quiet, okay?” he whispered. “Can’t be loud this time, baby, no matter how much I wanna hear you.”

His fingers left you, though you weren’t left empty for long. His hand dipped beneath the water. He pulled down his swim trunks enough to pull out his hard cock before pressing into your center.

You gasped at the intrusion, but John B gave you no time to adjust, thrusting into you with his own groans of pleasure. His hands helped move you along his length while your fingers threaded through his brown hair.

Water rippled around the two of you. You panted against John B’s bare skin, resting your cheek against his as he repeatedly pulled you onto his cock.

His teeth sunk into you again. He quickly soothed the spot with a kiss, however, after feeling you wince against him. His lips trailed over your skin until they met your own in a kiss, which didn’t last long since his pounding thrust were steadily increasing.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Are you close? Tell me you’re close!”

You nodded, guiding his hand below the water, “Touch me.”

John B followed your command, fingers moving to their former position against your clit. His fondling on the bundle of nerves sent shivers down your spine. He grinned against your lips when you whined and began to beg for a release of tension.

The tight cord within you snapped. John B couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of you cumming around him. He wasn’t far behind, releasing into you and painting your insides with his cum.

Before either of you could catch a breath, a voice called out your name. John B pulled you closer and sunk deeper into the water, shielding your exposed breasts from the unexpected visitor.

Your father stood on the deck of your house, too far to notice what was happening. He squinted against the bright sun, attempting to shade his eyes with one of his hands.

“John B? That you?” he asked. “What are you doing in the pool?”

You leapt in with a faux explanation, raising your voice so he could hear you across the yard, “He was just trying to teach me how to float better. I wasn’t doing it right, so I asked him for some help.”

Your father didn’t question the idea, despite the fact that floating was usually one of the first things people learned about swimming. He only shrugged, taking your answer for what it was, before he pointed at John B, “Come inside and get your money when you’re done, alright?”

Due to the distance between the pool and the deck, your father thankfully wasn’t able to spot the smirk that spread across John B’s lips as he replied, “Oh, trust me, sir! I’ll come inside every time!”

Your fingertips dug into the flesh of his shoulders when he suddenly thrusted into you again, which forced a quiet, surprised gasp out of your throat. It seemed, however, that your father didn’t notice.

Instead, he laughed, probably thinking John B just wanted to see the more luxurious side of the island every now and then. If he only knew what John B truly meant as his swollen cock slowly began moving inside you once again, still hard and ready for more.

As your father began to go back into the house, he offered a parting wave, “You’re always welcome at our place, John B!”

Once his back was turned and the door had been shut, you hit John B’s shoulder with a glare. He, however, only grinned back at you, refusing to let you escape his hold.

His hips were beginning to pick up speed. He bit his lip at the sight of you trying to stubbornly hold back your pleasured moans. His grip on you tightened and, with a rough thrust, he practically knocked the wind of you.

You fell against him, moaning and whining as his skin slapped against yours beneath the water, “John B—!”

He quietly shushed you, pressing soothing kisses against your skin. They contrasted his pounding hips in the perfect way.

“Don’t run away, babygirl. We’ve still got plenty of rounds to go,” he grunted. “Pool water’s gonna turn white with my cum by the time I’m done with you.”

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