#put it in a tiny bottle and tie it on a string and wear it as a necklace until the world stops spinning

[damnprecious]

I wish I could bottle the feeling of contentedness

[broken-freedom]

Random HC of the day:

Eren is a big hyper when it comes to you. When you wear a dress and get your make up done and go to show him he'll scream: SLAYYYY MY QUEEEN!!, and pulls you to his lap so he can have his hands all around your body see you better. The angry voices coming from his headset tell you that they just lost the round because he got distracted, and you giggle in response when he pays them no attention.

He takes you shopping regularly to watch you try new outfits, and give him a show, his favorite of all these trips is sundresses shopping and lingerie shopping even when you can't put it on, his mind can picture it ;)

-NSFW under the cut-

TW: semi public oral (M → receiving)

WC: 0.9K

One day Eren took you to try on cocktail dresses in one of the fanciest boutiques in the city. Not that you needed a new one or that you have an event, he just wanted you to try on different dresses while he cheers with every dress you put on.

It was going smoothly, you put on a dress and come out of the fitting room to give Eren, who was sitting crossing his legs on a red velvet armchair slurping blue raspberry slushie, a show like you are a runway model. Until you come out wearing a skin tight black dress with a low cut neckline, you feel like your tits are spilling out of the dress.

Eren shot up dropping the now empty bottle of slushie somewhere on the floor with his jaw hanging low. He turns his head left and right frantically looking if anyone is around who can see you, before he gently tugged you back in the fitting room. "What are you d- ..." your word stopped half way in your throat when you felt Eren's lips press hard on yours, kissing you eagerly for a few moments before he breaks the kiss with a string of saliva connecting your tongue to his. You try to knock some sense into him reminding him that you are in a public place but he doesn't budge, slowly bringing your hand to make you aware of the tent in his pants. "Listen you can't look like this... this! this hot! hand expect me to do nothing, to feel nothing." His hands work to take your tits out of the dress, one hand squeezing and messaging one of them while his tongue darts out to lick tiny kitten licks on the nipple of the other one.

You try to hold back a moan but you fail miserably making Eren slap his hand over your mouth "shhh baby you gotta be quiet, unless you want to get caught?" You shake your head but when he dips one hand underneath the dress and grazing over the soaked material of your panties he chuckles and whispers in your ear "looks like you do want to get caught, naughty girl ..."

He licks your neck from the base of it up to your ear and bites on your ear shell "looking so sexy in this dress, kind of want to rip it off and bend you over right here" you tense up as he rubs his hard clothed cock on your thigh, but his kisses on your neck distract you and shift your attention to the hear pooling in your center.

You move to put some space between the two of you "we are in public Eren, there's only s thin curtain separating us from the outside world!" You say in a serious tone as you reach your hand behind his head and snatch the tie that was holding his hair up in a half bun. He watches you with a raised eyebrow as you tie your hair in a ponytail and hold his belt to support your body as you squat down to sit on your knees "let's make this quick shall we?"

You unbutton and unzip his jeans to free his cock waisting no time and start to twirl your tongue around his cock a few times before you take it inside your mouth, slowly but steadily taking in a little bit more with every time you lower your head down on him. "Goddamn baby slow down! You are going to make me cum embarrassingly fast like this!!" he tells you as he holds your head in place stopping you from taking his cock whole in your hot wet mouth again, but you work with what you have sucking his tip with a little more force. He growls loudly at the sensation, and pushes your head down at him "s- so close baby hold it in..." but the voice out side of the curtains scares you both and steals the color from your face. "excuse me sir! is everything okay in here??"

you try to push Eren away but he keeps your head still, nose buried at the hilt and you do everything in your power not to gag and rise suspicious. "Yes! I am just struggling with the zipper of her dress, but I got it don't worry." He impressively says with a steady tone as he looks down at you, eyes full of tears and mouth full of cock and he smirks at the scene. "Ok, let me know if you guys need anything" the employee tells him and he dismisses them with a quick thank you.

now that he has his full attention on you again, he whispers "is this ok?" as he thrusts slowly into your mouth and you only nod yes since your mouth is already occupied. "It won't be long I promise, just keep your head still for me, yea?" It takes him only a few thrusts until his hips stutter and before he can tell you that he is so close to prepare you he is shooting his load down your throat coating it white with his thick creamy cum. He slows down his thrusts to a stop and he quickly removes his cock from your mouth tucking it back inside of his jeans and bend to kiss your lips not caring that he can taste himself on them "Come on my queen, I am fucking you with this dress on later tonight" and he helps you get up and try to make yourself look presentable to the public eye.

You hand Eren the dress as you quickly change back to your clothes and you hear him at the cashier telling the employee that he wants this dress and paying for it "she slayed the dress, you should stop selling it no one can look better in it." ...

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THIS BIKINI’S MADE FORE DANCING (AND HITTING THE FLOOR)³ ( sun kissed desires . )

Y/N finds herself on the lovers cruise she was supposed to be on with her fiancé—ex-fiancé—when she meets a single man in the suite right next to hers.

warnings: smut

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Your morning ventures ended with probably the best mid morning nap you’d ever had in your life. You woke up without a headache, thankfully, and with the way you’d guzzled the water bottle on your nightstand before you’d crashed out, you felt halfway ready to take on the world.

You dug through your duffel bag in an attempt to find one of the twelve bathing suits you’d packed three days ago. Hopefully you’d packed your cute ones, you’d been in such a rush you honestly had no idea what all was in your bag or if anything really matched. Finally, you found a black set at the bottom that was simple enough that it wouldn’t require too many of your brain cells to put on, still being kinda sleepy and everything.

Finding your way to the pool was easy, considering it was in the dead center of the boat. You were surprised to see the number of kids sitting around the edge of the pool when you got down there, feet dangling in the chlorine filled liquid. You glanced down at the phone in your hand to see the time. 12:08. Adult Swim.

You crossed the short expanse of wooden walkway over to the lounge chairs, dropping your few belongings onto the small table beside the single free one you could find before covering your phone and key card with the towel you’d just barely remembered to bring down so the sun wouldn’t wreak too much havoc on them. The chair was surprisingly more comfortable than it looked when you situated yourself on it.

The sound of a whistle sent your head snapping in the direction of the pool only to see a few dozen kids jumping into the water as the few adults scrambled to get out in time.

And, of course, your eyes found Sidney’s in record time. God, how could one man be so pretty? The fact that he was practically dripping wet didn’t help, either.

He had a pair of teal swim trunks on, oddly enough, and they seemed to cling to everything as he climbed out of the water. To you, it felt like he was moving in slow motion, but it probably only took him about thirty seconds before he was walking in your direction. No. Right. To. You.

He shook his head slightly as he did so, attempting to conceal the grin making its way onto his face. God, he’s cute, too.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he said, louder than the other times you’d spoken with him—you gave that up to the fact that you were outside. He’d still yet to adjust his swim trunks and the tent in them seemed to be staring you right in the eyes.

“Hey, you’re the one that came up to me,” you scoffed dismissively. Sidney just cleared his throat in response, nodding toward his belongings in the seat next to yours. The only thing separating his belongings from yours was the tiny metal table, and even that was covered in your personal items. “Oh.”

“Oh,” he mocked lightly. He opted to sit on the edge of your chair rather than take the last two steps towards his own, the warm skin of his thigh brushing against your own. The barely there touch sent tingles up your spine. You couldn’t imagine what having all of him pressed up against you would feel like.

He picked his hand up off the plastic of the chair, hesitating slightly and letting it rest in the air above your leg for a second too long, before letting his rough fingers meet the smooth skin.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started. “About your offer earlier.��

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as his hand trailed higher up your thigh, dangerously close to the flimsy bow holding the fabric together.

“M-my offer?” you stuttered out.

“Are you sober...” he trailed off, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He was fiddling with the nylon string at this point.

“Y/N,” you hummed out a response. “And, yes. Took a nap and everything.”

“Good,” he said before abruptly getting up so that he could collect his things from his own chair. Your skin felt cold without his touch despite the scalding heat you were being exposed to. He turned back around as he shoved his phone into his still damp pocket, “C’mon, pretty girl. We don’t have all day.”

You practically jumped up from your seat to grab your things, in spite of a chuckling Sidney behind you.

The walk to the lobby happened in what felt like half a second and before you knew it, Sidney had you pressed up against the outside of his room door. Maybe being on the first floor wasn’t such a bad thing.

His hips were pressing into yours, his fingers were bruising against your waist, and his lips. They were everywhere. You don’t even remember when he’d started kissing you, you just know you didn’t ever want him to stop.

He pulled away just enough to leave you panting and chasing his lips.

“I gotta open the door,” he whispered, lips grazing yours as he did so. The door clicked seconds later which allowed the two of you to slip inside only for Sidney to halfway shove your against the other side of the door the second it closed. Your palms fell flat against his exposed chest, slipping lower and lower as the moments passed until you were thumbing the hemline of his shorts.

“Please,” you whimpered out.

“Please, what?” he asked.

“Just. Please,” you answered. His hand found the tie to your top in a matter of seconds, undoing it slowly before repeating the process with the one around your neck and letting it fall to the floor between you.

His lips attached to the column of your throat as his fingers traced the edges of your bottoms. His mouth moved lower and lower until he was circling your left nipple with his tongue.

Stopping suddenly, he rose back up to his full height, motioning for you to jump with two taps on your hip as he lifted it to his waist. He carried you across the short expanse of his room, dropping you on the recently made up comforter of his bed.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he mumbled before reattaching his lips to yours. He tasted like heaven. There was a faint mint flavor that you chalked up to being his toothpaste mixed with the distinct taste of Minute Maid lemonade and a sweet tea brand you couldn’t identify.

His clothes cock rutted against your core, sending flickers of the sight of him getting out of the pool glittering through your mind again. Those swim trunks left nothing to the imagination.

He shifted lower over your body, tugging your bikini bottoms down in one swift motion and quite literally tossing them over his shoulder.

“Look at you,” he praised. “So pretty and pink and wet for me. You’re dripping all over my sheets, pretty girl.”

One of his digits slipped between your folds, spreading the wetness around as he circled your clit with the pad of his finger.

“I think you’re a little-“ you cut yourself off with a moan when he slipped the finger inside you. “Overdressed.”

“Patience,” he said, inserting another finger into your hole. He curled his fingers in a scissoring motion, eliciting a high pitched gasp to fall from your lips. His thumb quickly found your clit which sent your eyes rolling straight into the back of your head.

“Oh my God,” you whimpered.

“Look at me,” he said. You ignored his comment, head hitting the pillow underneath you only for his movements to stop. “Look at me.”

Your eyes snapped back open.

“I want to see your eyes when you come on my cock,” he said, pulling his fingers from you so that he could shove the teal shorts down his legs just enough for his dick to slap against his stomach.

He grabbed a condom out of his wallet on the nightstand, ripping the packaging open with his teeth before rolling it down the length of his dick.

“Fuck me,” you groaned out as he lined his tip up with your entrance.

“I was planning on it,” he exhaled. He didn’t even give you a second to respond before he pushed in halfway.

“Holy fuck, you’re huge,” you said, unintentionally clenching around him. He shuddered before fully bottoming out.

“And you’re incredibly tight,” he said. It didn’t take him long to find his pace as his hands molded bruises into the sides of your hips.

His lips found your neck soon after, running his teeth lightly along the top of your collarbone as your hands found his hair. You would’ve commented on the softness of it if you had a coherent thought in your head. But all you could think about was the burning pleasure building in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum-“ you repeated like a mantra until your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave.

“I’m right behind you,” he said, hips snapping into yours at an even faster rate. He lasted about two more thrusts before you felt him still inside you. He stayed there for a moment before he pulled out and made his way to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

The thoughts started rushing into your head before the post-orgasm bliss even had the time to fully wear off. You couldn’t believe you’d just done that. Sure, he was gorgeous and, sure, he was practically the most gorgeous man you’d ever laid eyes on. But you were gonna be stuck living next door to him for the next two weeks.

You were already off the bed and grabbing your things from where they’d been dropped at the door—something you didn’t remember doing in the first place—when you heard Sidney turn the shower on. You had your bikini back on before his eyes hit you again.

“You can join me, if you want,” he said as he watched you scramble around his room from where he was leant up against the ensuite’s door frame.

“As much as I would love to do that, I’ve gotta get going,” you said, throwing open the room door and letting it shut before he could get another word out.

You had other things on your plate, anyway. Current mission: find Sigma. She might not be your best friend in the world, at least, yet, but you needed to tell someone about what just happened.

And judging by the way you’d scrounged what felt like the entire ship at this point—not really, you really only checked like three, very public areas—your mission was proving more impossible than you would’ve liked. Then, when you thought all hope was lost, you remembered the teensy tiny little tidbit of information she’d given you this morning when you were in six mimosas. She was staying in Room 215.

“Y/N! How unexpected,” Sigma said as she opened up her door wide enough to let you in. Her southern charm was seeping through every word and it really was no wonder how she’d already gotten married at 23.

You saw a man laying on the bed, thankfully, fully clothed with a remote control laying on his stomach. You heard a woman’s voice coming from the TV and what sounded like a murder documentary.

Sigma was ushering you out onto her balcony before you had time to really search her and husband’s room any further.

“What’s this surprise visit all about? I thought you’d gotten of me this morning,” she said as the two of you sat in the bolted down, metal chairs out there.

“You know that really hot guy in the room next to mine,” you said.

“No,” she exhaled. Maybe you’d forgotten to mention that this morning. Course, you barely remembered anything you’d mentioned this morning.

“Well,” you started. “There’s a really hot guy in the room right next to mine. And I may or may not have just hooked up with him.”

“You’re kidding!” she gasped.

“I almost wish I was,” you groaned, pulling your knees up to your chest.

“Was it that bad?” she asked with a wince. You looked over at her with a dumbfounded look on your face.

“It was the best sex I’ve had in my life,” you said.

“So, what’s the issue?”

“I don’t know. He’s kinda like my neighbor for right now, and somehow we manage to bump into each other everywhere we go. I just don’t want things to be even more uncomfortable for me on this stupid boat.”

“Honey.”

“I know, I know. It’s dumb,” you sighed. “I’m just not ready to get involved with another guy. Not after what happened with Max,” you said.

“Look, sweetheart. You’re never gonna find someone if you don’t give yourself the chance to open up. And who says this whole thing with your supah hot guy has to go any further than it has. I say if you get the chance, go for it.”

“Get the chance?”

“To have sex again! According to you, it was the best sex, like, ever.”

The next twenty minutes went on like that until Sigma’s husband practically forced her to go back inside and get ready for something. You took that as your cue to leave.

You were glad you’d gone to find her today. As weird as a start that you’d had for your friendship, she was probably one of the easiest people you’d ever had the opportunity of talking to.

The walk back to your room was quick. That was when you realized the only item you currently had in your possession was your phone. And not your key card. You knew you’d had it before the incident with Sidney and you were sure you’d grabbed everything on your way out of Sigma’s room. Which left one option. It was still on Sidney’s floor.

Sighing, you dropped your head in defeat, walking the two steps it took so that you were face to face with the wooden door you were pressed up against over an hour ago. Your hand hovered in the air until you worked up enough courage to actually knock.

“Here for this?” he asked, holding up the white card in one hand after he opened the door just wide enough to see you.

“Yes, thank you,” you said, reaching out to grab it from him only for him to pull it back, inches from your grip.

“You could’ve just gone to the front desk,” he said.

“I-“ you started. “Forgot that was an option.”

“Why are you always wet when we see each other?” you asked with an eye roll as the door swung open.

“Actually, I distinctly remember you being equally as wet when we met earlier,” he said.

“You’re insufferable,” you scoffed.

“And you’re adorable,” he said before actually handing over the key.

“Says the guy that takes hour long showers,” you said.

“I got a little preoccupied.”

“Uh-huh,” you hummed.

“You sure you have to go to your room?” he asked, tantalizingly slow, allowing his words to hang heavy in the air around you as his tongue slipped past his lips. Your eyes stayed glued to the water droplet running down his throat.

“I guess-“

“Well, come on then. Wouldn’t want you getting cold out there, pretty girl,” he said, the hand still holding your key card clasping around your wrist as he pulled you into his chest, and consequently, back into his room.

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Better Man .

~~~~~~~~~~I wish I could forget, when it was magic~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taehyung x Oc 

Rated 18 +

Post Divorce, Getting Back Together, Second chances, Angst.

 Chapter 1    Chapter 2   Chapter 3 

Chapter 4

How do you know you’re ready for kids? 

Is it after you’re financially stable enough? After you’ve partied enough? Got all the wildness inside you tamed? After you’ve grown sick of the freedom that comes with youth and what it implies ?  after you’ve grown tired of empty conversations that lead nowhere? sharing ubers with people you barely like because you’re too drunk to drive? When you just crave the comfort of people you truly love instead of strangers who grind up on you ? Or perhaps   when you start preferring silence in the evenings to the thrumming bass in some dingy nightclub? 

None of these really. 

The truth is you’re never ready. 

Hoshi had been planned. Taehyung and I had done our homework, studied everything from my ovulation cycle to the entire catalogue of some expensive breast pump , new in the market . Everything had been researched and planned and perfected : the wood the crib would be made of, the color he wallpaper in the nursery would be and the kind of diapers and wipes we would use. 

But it still threw us for a loop....how unpredictable he was.

How unpredictable the pregnancy was. 

What I wanted : Home birth. Mid wife . Taehyung by my side holding my hand.

What i got : Preeclampsia, a baby born six weeks early, Taehyung frantic on the phone in the middle of the night as he took his private jet from Japan where he was shooting a commercial. The pain of being induced into a labor that lasted for 16 hours only for my body to give up half way through. 

A c section that left a scar and numbness that hadn’t faded even now , after four whole years. three weeks in the NICU....tears and terror after learning that the  baby in the incubator right next to Hoshi’s didn’t make it. Aching to hold my son but being forced to stare at him through the glass, wires and tubes wrapped around his tiny torso. 

And through it all, Taehyung. 

Stronger than I had ever seen him. Calm and collected as he watched me pump milk for our baby, barely managing a few measly drops of it after thirty minutes of trying . His arms around me, holding me up as I tried to fight the sheer agony that came from my stitches, tried to stay conscious for the baby. Watching him carefully pour the milk into a sterile bottle to take down to the NICU . 

Falling in love with him, over and over and over again throughout the day as he did  everything for me. 

Hoshi was loved and cherished , not just because he was an expression of our love for each other. 

But a reminder of Taehyung’s love for  me. 

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“ He’s growing out of all his clothes. I’m going to take him shopping tomorrow.”  Taehyung commented, watching Hoshi get on his tippy toes to point out the pastry he wanted from the display case, while a star struck cashier stared at Taehyung . 

Taehyung’s body guards were right near the table and while a crowd of people stood outside, none of them came too close. I was used to the attention that came with Taehyung and his celebrity status. 

“That’s a good idea. I have a couple of meetings tomorrow regarding the Christmas campaign and I may not be able to make it on the weekedn either. Is it okay if I pick him on monday evening?” I asked, cutting into the blueberry scon on my plate.

“How about I drop him off at your office. Save you the trip.” 

I hesitated, before nodding. 

“I spoke to the lawyer....she told me the papers should be processed by the end of next month. My company will make a formal announcement from both of us and we’ll say we don’t intend to answer any other media questions.”

I stared at him, watching his face carefully for something different. A sign that would explain what had changed between us because something had. I was sure of it. 

“ Why now, Taehyung?” I asked softly. 

He held my gaze for a second, eyes warm and honest. Taehyung could hide his emotions well, but his eyes always told the truth. 

“Because I’ve strung you along long enough. You deserve to be free.” He said finally.

I swallowed, looking down. 

“I ....you didn’t string me along.” I shook my head.

“I think you deserve to be loved right, without the shadow of my failures hanging over you. I don’t want you to spend the rest of your life in a limbo because of one wrong choice.”

Wrong choice. 

Whose ?

His? When he chose to drink That night?

Or mine? When I chose to walk out?

Or the both of us? For handling the fallout so badly? 

I had so many questions but I didn’t say anything. 

They were question that had no answers. 

“So we move on.” I stared at him intently.

“I will always love you. I will always be there for you.” He smiled, eyes glinting a little. 

i watched him, the familiar body. He had been my first. My best. Taehyung’s body was as familiar to me as my own and I wanted to hug him, hold him close and press kisses to his lips again. It wasn’t emotional or even sexual it was just...this urge to let him know that he was loved too. that he was adored. That he would always be loved.

“But, “ he went on, “  yes. Its been two years.... so.... we should move on. Meet other people. ” 

“Fall in love again ?” I didn’t mean to sound bitter but my tone certainly was. He gave me a very tired smile and I felt guilt bubble up inside me. 

“I’m not going to be that greedy, Mia.  I will settle for just feeling a little less alone.” He looked away and my throat closed up. 

He stood up, moving to the counter to pay for the treats that Hoshi had chosen. 

And that was it. 

I watched the small tendrils of warmth, rising up from my coffee, gossamer strips of smoke mingling in the cold air and melting into nothingness. 

Here one second gone the next.

Just like my marriage. 

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It was a little past seven when I reached my apartment, my phone ringing just as I dropped my coat and unwrapped the scarf from around my neck. I moved quickly to the bedroom, pulling my phone out of my handbag. 

I picked the call, switching it to speaker before tossing my phone on the bed. 

“Hello?”

“Jang Mi...its Jungkook. You ready?”

I swore, stripping out of my clothes quickly, fumbling with my bra and yanking my panties down.

“I’m just about to shower.  Five me ten minutes!” 

He didn’t reply and I frowned.

“Jungkook??” i called opening the closet to grab a hairband and shower cap. 

“When you say you’re just about to shower...are you actually in the shower?” His voice  sounded a little deeper than usual. Weird. 

“What?” I was completely confused.

“Like are you naked in-”

Oh Christ. 

I rolled my eyes, hanging up quickly. Sleeping with Jungkook, while extremely pleasurable had definitely been a little too much too soon. It made him take too many liberties, ones I wasn’t particularly comfortable giving him yet. 

But I liked him. 

He was, at the end of the day a nice guy. 

A nice guy who had an actual interest in me. Those were rare to come by. 

It was another fifteen minutes before I was ready, choosing a plain black jumpsuit in a flowy georgette material. It had nice flowy sleeves and i added gold jewelry at my wrists and earrings, just for a little bling. I stared at the dress at all angles. It definitely hugged my curves right but was also impossibly hard to take off. 

So even if I got swayed by his good looks and made bad choices ,  by the time Jungkook undressed me , i would be able to come to my senses and stop myself from having sex with him again. 

Groaning at myself, I grabbed the small black jeweled clutch from inside my dresser, slipping my phone in.

I steered clear of make up, choosing just a deep red lipstick. 

The knock on the door came just as i finished slipping into black pumps . 

I opened the door , only to have a dozen red roses thrust into my hands. 

“Wow.” I whispered, glancing at him. He looked extra handsome, a blood red shirt clinging to his torso, a think black tie knotted at his neck. He gave me a devilish wink, eyes flitting all over me , licking his lips. 

i tamped down the urge to back away, reminding myself that I was supposed to be moving on. Even if it wasn’t with Jungkook, he had asked me out on a date and I had agreed. I would enjoy myself tonight. 

“Gorgeous. Ready?”

“Let me just put these in water...” I smiled at him, placing the stems into the cut glass decanter on the nearest table. I emptied the small bottle of water nearby into it , bending over to fix the petals when I felt him press right up against me. 

Startling, i nearly spilled the water all over the floor, breath catching when his chest met my back . I felt myself trembling a bit because of how warm he felt, even with the inches between us and I could smell him, the subtle cologne that handsome men wear , just to drive women crazy. 

The urge to lean into his body was so strong I had to clench my fists. Apparently,  my body was  very much on board with moving on even if my heart wasn’t. Jungkook made things worse by moaning into my ear, chin resting on my shoulder as he lightly gripped my waist, before reaching over with other hand, plucking one scarlet bloom from the bunch  

I swallowed as he wrapped both arms around me in a backhug , holding the bloom up in front of my face. 

“Do you like the scent of it?” His lips brushed my ear and I grinned. I hadn’t been flirted with , like this in years. I bent my head to lightly breath in the air near the bloom, enjoying the subtle scent. “It’s lovely.” I said honestly. 

He  casually broke the stem off, a couple of inches from the where the petals began. 

“Turn around for me “ Jungkook whispered in my ear again. I turned around quickly, my lips inches from his, refusing to back away, staring right at him. He smirked, bringing the flower up to the small upknot on the side of my head. 

I stayed still as he carefully pulled a single bobby pin out, sticking the stem into my hair before casually using his teeth to pry open the pin again and slotting it into my hair, pinning the flower in place. 

Apparently, watching Jungkook pin a rose into my hair was winning brownie points for him in my brain, because my entire body went warm , my heart beating faster. 

“I’m scared to ask why you’re so good at this...” I smiled and he raised an eyebrow.

“I have a daughter remember? Its a lot of ribbons and bows and pins.” He grinned. 

The idea that Jungkook did his daughter’s hair for her, with ribbons and flowers was so ridiculously endearing I wanted to coo. 

“There. Now we match.... A little.” he smiled. 

I stared at him, the black tie on his red shirt and the red rose against my black dress. 

“Smart. “ I nodded. 

“Shall we leave?”

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“I had fun tonight.” Jungkook hesitated . 

The night had been so much more fun than I’d anticipated. Jungkook somehow convincing me to party crash someone’s engagement party near the pool with an open bar and ridiculous ninety’s party music. But I’d danced to my heart’s content, my hair coming undone half way through and I was only a little upset that I’d lost the red rose in the middle of people.

“I had a lot of fun too Jungkook’ah..” I smiled, honest . 

“We should do this again. Since we never got to actually talk. It was just you getting progressively drunk and dancing like you wanted to pee.” He teased and I pouted. 

I reached out and pressed a palm to his face...his skin smooth under my skin and I felt myself swaying just a little, lethargic and a little aroused from the scent of him.

“Wanna get another drink?” And then because I was completely gone and had no filter, “ If you come inside....maybe I’ll let you cum inside. if you know what I mean.....” I drawled, waggling my eyebrows. 

Jungkook’s face morphed into one of absolute shock, lips parted and then he laughed so hard he choked, coughing. 

“Wow. You  are  drunk.” He shook his head, looking amused. “ How about this.... I’ll come in and tuck you into bed and if you drink a couple of glasses of water for me, I will not tease you about this tomorrow.” He offered. 

I pouted. 

“You don’t wanna come inside...?”

“Oh baby , you have no idea how bad I wanna come inside.....but not like this” He brushed the hair off my brow, kissing my forehead...” Ask me again when you’re sober and we’ll work something out. Now let’s get you into bed.” 

I groaned as he dragged me into the bedroom. 

The moment my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep. 

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Author’s note : Not me falling in love with the second lead in my own story ugh.  He’s gonna get a separate story. I’m gonna write a whole entire fic for CFO! Jungkook , adorable single dad of cute little girl. 

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“Told you so” - Killer X Reader

Hiya everyone! In between requests I will be participating in the One Piece of summer challenge from @doctorgerth​ & @laws-yellow-submarine​! I will try and write one prompt a week. this will mean 11 reader inserts, 11 different prompts, 11 different One Piece men! Check out their challenge, their AMAZING blogs and feel free to participate! <3 I’ll also put this on my Ao3, just cause I post all the things that are not headcanons there! 

One Piece of summer challenge - week 1 

Prompt: Sunburn - Character: Killer - Word count: 1.4k 

Warnings: A little swearing. It’s the Kid pirates. 2nd person. Female Reader. 

Peace and quiet. Something that you rarely had experienced since joining the Kid Pirates. The closest you came was bedtime, if you were lucky enough that Kid had locked himself up in his workplace again. Other than that? There was always some kind of ruckus: whether it was crew members training, having loud discussions, fights, there was always something to do. 

Even at night, when the lights were out and you were curled up on your boyfriend’s chest, it was rare to actually sleep through the night together, Kid or someone else banging on the first mates’ door. Killer was always needed somewhere. 

If some private couple’s time was something you wouldn’t get, then at least you wanted to make sure to have some quality time with yourself. 

It had been a grey summer: humid heat accompanied by rainstorms. Once you had dared complain about it, only to have Kid tell you to “get the fuck off of his ship if you don’t like the places we’re going”. 

Today however, the weather was extremely nice, probably because you were getting close to the next island. You knew the moment you’d dock on the island, there would be so much to do, Kid wanting to loot and starting fights everywhere, that sleeping would not really be an option, let alone have some quality time. So you decided to make the most of this sunny day. 

Putting on a bikini, you grabbed a towel and a book and made your way to a secluded spot on the deck. Some sunbathing and a nice read would be enough to make you feel relaxed and all ready for the chaos and sleepless nights that were undoubtedly about to come in a few days. You did your best to ignore the remarks and wolf whistles of the crew as you walked on deck in your bikini, already used to their antics. 

You only stopped in your tracks as a big hand wrapped around your upper arm, effectively stopping you from walking. “What are you going to do y/n?” You turned around, coming face to chest with your masked boyfriend. He sounded more amused than anything, head tilted slightly to add to his questioning tone. 

“Sunbathing, the one day the sun is up and we’re not expected to kill people” “Like that?” “Well yeah, don’t expect me to put on a sweater” He chuckled, shaking his head a little.  “Just meant you should probably put on some sunscreen,” he nodded upwards toward the sun, which was shining brightly, “I know it feels nice and all, but she’s definitely out there to burn some people”.  “Don’t worry babe, I never burn, promise. But I’ll check regularly in a spot in the shade okay?”  He seemed satisfied with that answer, nodding before pulling you in for a quick hug. You stood up on your tiptoes in order to give him a quick kiss on his mask, and then on his neck before you were on your way again, happily humming as you laid out your towel on a sunny secluded spot on the deck a little while later. 

You laid down with your book, the sun pleasantly warm, not even burning as hard as Killer had said. But you knew these little protective acts were his way of saying he loved you, those actual words hardly ever leaving his lips. And you liked it when he showed concern like that, it was a pleasant change from most of the others in the crew, especially your captain. 

You flipped through the pages, reading a little, changing positions regularly and checking for sunburn, just to be safe, before eventually laying down on your stomach undoing the string of your top, trying to get that nice even tan on your back. So far nobody had interrupted you, and you suspected you boyfriend may have had something to do with that. You made a mental note to thank him later.  You laid your head down on your arms and closed your eyes for a minute, enjoying the soft warmness of the sun rays on your back. 

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You woke up to someone extremely gently nudging your side. You nearly jumped up before a couple of realizations hit you: one, you probably shouldn’t get up with your top strap still undone. Two, it was dark outside, you really fell asleep. Three, sitting up hurt like a bitch, as if your whole back was on fire.

Killer had been right, and was now the person nudging you awake. ‘ “I told you so y/n, you’d be burned... your back is about as red as the captain’s hair” he wanted to sound amused or even teasing, but all that was overshadowed by the worry in his voice.  “Shut up please, just tie the strings so I can get up?”  Killer complied, you flinching as he very loosely tied your top, every little movement of the strings on your skin feeling as if someone was pushing a thousand tiny needles in your back. 

“do we have something that helps with this?” Killer shrugged, genuinely not knowing. The Kid pirates weren’t exactly known for their excellent first aid, shrugging off and toughening out any and all non-lethal wounds.  “I’ll see what I can find” 

The walk back to your shared room was excruciating. Now that the drowsiness from your sleep was wearing off, you were starting to realize just how much your skin hurt, but also how much your head was pounding, how dry your lips were, and how unsteady you were as you made your way over to the first mates’ cabin. Killer noticed how much you were wobbling, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist, and retracting immediately as you hissed painfully. 

You grabbed onto his arm to steady yourself instead, and you wanted to drop yourself onto the bed and pass out again, but stopped yourself just in time. You didn’t want anything in contact with your skin right now, not even the light blankets of your shared bed, and you realized that you should probably drink some water or something too. Killer had come to the same conclusion and instructed you to just stay where you were. As if you were gonna go anywhere, you thought to yourself, you were too busy focusing on not passing out. 

It seemed like eternity before the door opened again, Killer holding the crew’s first aid kit in his hands as well as a bottle of water. You eagerly gulped the water down, instantly feeling a little better. The pain was still more than present as well as the dull pounding in your head. 

“This is what Kid uses if he burns himself while welding his stuff. It may not be ideal bu-” “whatever it is, just use it babe, it cannot be worse than this burn” 

Oh how wrong you were. Neither of you had any idea of what was in the mysterious - and slightly dirty looking- spray bottle, but it stung so hard, you actually yelped the first time killer sprayed.  “HOLY SHIT THAT HURTS”  Killer really had to do his best to hold back another ‘told you so’ as he sprayed a couple more times, you cursing under your breath every single time. 

Then he very gently worked in the stuff whatever it may be. His hands were pleasantly cold, he had been smart enough to wash them with cold water beforehand as he massaged in the spray bottle concoction as softly as he could. Gentle usually wasn’t in Killer’s vocabulary, but you noticed he did his absolute best to make sure you weren’t in too much extra pain. 

While you waited for the product to dry into your skin, he got another bottle of water and afterwards he helped you put on one of his shirts, since they were way too big for you, and thus it wouldn’t cling to your skin like your own clothes did. You sighed happily as you noticed that it smelled just like him too, momentarily forgetting that your back was still positively burning. 

“I have a late evening of work to prepare for our encounters on the next island. But it’s better for you do sleep alone, that way I won’t touch your back”. You knew damn well that he was probably just making sure you were comfortable, but nodded without saying anything. He stood up, made his way to the door.  “y/n?” “yes?”  “Next time, maybe don’t be stubborn and listen to me when I say something will hurt” “Oh shut up”

[cherrywoes]

ni. (acanthus.)

KAKASHI BRAIDED HER HAIR for her when it became evident she couldn’t do it by herself. Despite the extensive wrap job he had done on her arm, soaked in antibacterial gel and burn spray, he had been too late to catch the damage to her nerves. What little medical ninjutsu he did know had salvaged the damaged muscle underneath and prevented boils, but the upper layers of her skin had been utterly ruined. She had range of motion, but it came with pain, and flexing of sensitive muscles that weren’t quite ready to be moving yet. So, he braided her hair—it was not as neat as if she had done it herself, was messy with inexperience, but it kept the longer lengths out of her face and, for the most part, she looked like Sakura again.

She didn’t ask him where he had learned to braid. She also didn’t ask him about the scroll he tucked into the bag he had packed for her—filled with spare clothes, necessities, anything she could wish for as a girl going into virtual exile—that looked suspiciously like a summoning scroll, the wooden end ornate and the Hatake clan symbol carved into it. It looked nothing like the summoning scroll he used for his dogs, but she kept her inquiries to herself and focused on the mission statement she held in her burn free hand.

“Amegakure and Kumogakure.” Sakura traced the names written in red with a single finger. He paused from where he was tucking pre-made seal papers and explosive tags into a side pocket, turning his head back towards her incrementally to indicate she had his attention. “The last I heard we were on neutral terms with both villages. What happened?”

Kakashi hummed as he unzipped the secondary larger section of her pack and tossed a handful of nutrigrain bars inside, along with five bottles of water and a flask that she assumed was also filled with water. She watched him sneak a tin of jasmine pearls in there as well. “No one knows. One day, out of the blue, they declared they had an alliance and set their sights on Suna, Iwa, and Konoha. Tsunade didn’t think they had enough shinobi to do it—it turns out they did, and in vast droves too. They’d been planning it for a while, I think.”

“But Konoha hasn’t declared war with them; why not?” Sakura rolled the mission statement back up against her thigh, using her hand to tie the tiny string together messily. “We’re allies with Suna and Iwa, we should be helping them.”

Sakura forgot, momentarily, that she had no say in matters like war, or even Konoha at all, and chided herself mentally for forgetting such an important fact. She was as good as dead to Konoha, and she knew they hoped she would die on the battlefield in the end.

She, secretly, hoped she did too.

“We are. Discreetly.” Kakashi zipped up the pack and hefted it experimentally. Deeming it light enough for her to carry, he set it beside the door frame and took a seat beside her on his raggedy couch. It was green, littered with claw marks and obscure stains that looked like blood, and had Gai’s taste written all over it. “It would be illegal for normal Konoha nin to do what the War Ops do in wartime. There are rules, sanctions that prevent unjust actions between nations. The War Ops are similar to ROOT, but far worse, in my opinion. I was never part of it, but Genma was, at some point. They forsake the village in the name of the village, sabotage what they can, kill who they can, and when the war is done, whoever’s left alive will return and reinstate their Konoha citizenship, wiped clean of their crimes during the war.” He paused, then, his only visible eye filled with guilt and sadness. “But you won’t be able to come back when it’s all said and done. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I have no other choice, do I?” Sakura shrugged lamely, ignoring the pull of her skin beneath the bandages. “It’s alright, Kakashi. I deserve it for everything I’ve done. If they consider my crimes paid for dying on the battlefield, then that’s fine. I don’t see any reason to try and escape it.”

He was quiet for a moment, looking away from her and through his living room window, just barely lit with the first rays of dawn. She had maybe an hour before she had to report to the rear gates towards Amegakure. “Konoha will miss you. They might not realize it, but when they need you most, they will remember what you did for them.”

“Other than killing their friends and family?” She raised an eyebrow and laughed, but it was a pathetic imitation of one. “Maybe. But it’ll be too late by then.”

“Maybe.”

Sakura reported to the gates when Kakashi couldn’t put it off any longer. She carried her pack on one shoulder, wearing the uniform that had been delivered to his front door in the dead of night while they had slept. There were no identifying crests on the dark flak jacket, no familiar stitching in the hems or seams, and the fabric was foreign, exported from the hidden island nation of Hanagakure. While it was comfortable and stretchy, the long sleeves pulled and dragged on her bandages, irritating the previously calm skin. The rest looked like standard ANBU attire, save for the mask they had given her when she arrived at the gate. It was black and white, opposite of the red and white that ANBU typically wore, and depicted the face of a crow upon it: a silent jab that crows brought death, just as Sakura brought death to her teammates.

She may have found it funny had it been happening to someone else.

“Be safe,” Kakashi said as two War Ops members moved to flank her cautiously. There was no need for farewells; they had already said them the previous night. The dew on the trees evaporated as the sun rose higher in the sky, as the village woke and got ready for a new day. “And take care, Sakura.”

“Thank you, Kakashi-sensei. For everything.” And then she was snapping on the mask with one hand, pinning her braid to the back of her head, and was gone, vanishing into the trees with the two War Ops members as if she had never been there at all.

“Wait!” Ino Yamanaka’s shrill yell broke through the admittedly peaceful silence the morning had brought. Birds startled at the sound and took to the sky. She looked worse for wear, her once neat hair bedraggled and frizzy, dark circles lining her eyes. Behind her, following at a slightly more hasty pace than he was used to, was Sai, his pale face pulled into an expression of aggrievement—Kakashi had never seen such emotion displayed so openly before, at least from the former ROOT member. “Shit! Kakashi, did I miss her?”

“Yo.” He gave them a two fingered salute and nodded his head towards the trees. “If you had been a few seconds earlier, you would have caught her.”

“Damnit.” Ino sunk to her knees on the ground, dirtying her skirt and tears beginning to stream from her eyes. Sai, though he was not crying, knelt beside her and rested a hand on her back, rubbing awkward circles on her back in an attempt to soothe her. “I wanted to apologize to her—I didn’t think—”

“Ugly doesn’t blame you, Beautiful,” Sai said in that same blank tone. “You’re her best friend.”

“What kind of best friend am I?!” Ino wailed, a dark red flush crawling up her neck, a product of rage, anguish, and sadness. “I’m the one who practically had her sentenced to death! I’m the one who reported her! If I had just kept my big fat mouth shut, maybe—!”

“Ino,” Kakashi sighed, kneeling down to her height and grasping her shoulders. Sai paused, giving him a knowing look, and stood, taking a few steps back to deter the growing crowd of civilians flocking to the gate. “Sakura would have been caught eventually. It’s alright. She doesn’t blame you. This way, she knew what was coming; she believes she deserves it, so she doesn’t hate you for it. She hates herself.”

Ino hiccuped, her tears growing steadier and faster. “Then why do I feel like I just killed my best friend, Kakashi?”

He closed his eyes and tamped down the flare of anger in his chest. “Because you probably did.”

Sakura heard Ino’s cries from half a mile away. The War Ops were determined and moved fast, neither speaking a word to her as they leapt from tree branch to tree branch, infusing chakra into their steps to move a little bit faster, to push her a little more harder. She was able to keep up with them but only barely, her heart tugging her back to comfort Ino, to see the village one last time. She had to stop herself several times from looking back for a brief second, just to see if she could make out a head of pale blonde hair, and focused on the rapidly moving backs of her escorts, their nondescript brown and black hair the only hints of color on them.

While they were fast, they were also silent, but Sakura could taste the animosity crawling all over them anyways. They had likely been briefed on her status, and there was always a chance she would be fighting with a relative of someone she had killed, be it Yamanaka, Hyuuga, Akimichi, or a civilian. She would not only be watching her back for their enemies, she would have to watch out for her allies, too; there would be no friendships made here, she thought grimly, and adjusted the straps of her pack. Kakashi had been smart to add a lightening jutsu to it so it wouldn’t hinder her progress, but it would be a nuisance if she had to fight with it on.

Though, if her latest fights had been anything to go by, she was more likely to obliterate organs and brains with a single rush of chakra than breaking bones with blunt, chakra enhanced fists. She would have to test it when they arrived at camp—some miles away near the borders of Ame—or if they chanced upon a group of rogue ninja along the way. And her seal needed to be examined, too, but she didn’t trust any one of the War Ops members as far as she could throw them. Her own abilities would have to be enough.

“Caravan, three o’clock. Possibly rogue ninja.” The first ninja, a woman, held her arm out in an order to pause. Sakura landed lightly on the tree branch behind her, eyes darting over the horse mask she wore and then into the underbrush, where she could just barely make out the wheels of a carriage and several men dressed in what appeared to be Amegakure gear. “No. Amegakure forces… Six chuunin and four jounin. Orders, Crane?”

The second ninja hummed in thought. Sakura would recognize the sound of Neji Hyuuga’s voice anywhere, her gaze hyper focused—the long brown hair, slight build, the way he carried himself… She should have guessed. As far as she had been aware, Neji had been sealed by his clan and virtually disappeared from the public eye, but if this was what he had been doing for the past year or so, then she would have to be wary.

“Engage hostiles. Horse, crowd control. Crow… close combat. Fight to kill.”

Sakura scowled behind her mask. He was already putting her at risk of death. She shouldn’t have been surprised; the last time she had seen Neji, they hadn’t been on good terms. If this was how the rest of her life was going to be while they fought this war, she would rather throw him to the wolves and fend for herself.

Their orders received, the triad scattered to surround the caravan. The contents were obscure, but Sakura could make out the kanji for ‘explosive’ on a barrel tied to the top. They were nearly thirty or forty miles out from Konoha, so they were clearly intended for the village, perhaps to weaken the defenses or take out enough ninja to cause an issue.

The plan of attack was clear. Sakura would be forced to go in first; Neji would come in with Horse and keep them all limited to the small pathway and prevent them from vanishing into the forest. It was a smart plan… if only it had gone as she thought it would.

Sakura leapt down from her perch on a branch and slammed down on a man’s shoulders hard enough that the chakra in her feet sliced clean through the ball and socket joint and severed his arms from his torso. It hadn’t been intentional, but she sawed a kunai across his throat anyway, arterial spray flying into the air in an elegant arc. It was warm and wet as it poured down her face and absorbed into her clothes, but she couldn’t linger on just one. She shoved the body to the ground, the impact causing her knees to jolt unpleasantly, and darted for the nearest ninja in her line of sight.

He was large, burly, with cracked teeth and eyes full of red blood vessels. The vest he wore was more kevlar than a standard vest, so when Sakura tried to force her kunai through it, she was met with enough resistance that she had to change her plan. She swung her fist towards his face, intending to break his jaw and slam the delicate bones in his nose bridge up into his skull, but he caught the chakra laced hit with his bare hand, unaware of the horror crawling over Sakura’s face as her razor sharp chakra tore through skin and muscle and flesh and bone, all the way up to his elbow, bits of gore and shorn veins flying through the little crowd they made.

Horse and Neji never came to back her up.

When the man screamed, hand flying up to grab at his bicep, she lunged forward and ground her fist into his skull. She heard the crack of bone and the soft give of brain matter and then he was dead, slumping at her feet, blood pooling between the webbing of her toes and sinking into her brand new shoes.

She was on her own, she realized, and had been set up quite spectacularly. Horse and Neji’s chakra signatures were well on their way towards Amegakure and fading fast. This must have been the elders’ plan: set her up, get her killed, and no one would be the wiser if she died due to foul play.

Sakura slaughtered her way through the Ame nin with tears burning in her eyes and a knot in her throat that she couldn’t work through. She had thought she had been done with crying when she had left Konoha. She had thought she would be stone hard and cold when she left, unmoving, and stalwart in the face of her own death. Instead, she was as scared as the day she had faced off Orochimaru in the Forest of Death; as scared as the day Sasuke had knocked her unconscious and left her at the gates; as scared when she killed that poor girl when she was trying to heal her instead. Terrified, even, and fear fueled her anger, which fueled her determination to live.

She wanted to live. But did she even deserve it, anymore?

The last of the Amegakure ninja fell to her feet, his head rolling to a stop against a tree stump. A large lake of blood, demolished organs, and gore had grown the more she killed, and the mark on her forehead stung something fierce, as if someone had taken a hornet stinger to her skin and was painstakingly drawing out the circles and lotus flower like a cruel tattoo.

Sakura reached under her mask and brushed the tears away, blood streaking across her cheek and the corner of her eyes. There was nothing left to do now but move forward. She could let them believe she had died and flee to a far away country where no one would think to look for her; but a darker part of her, whispering in the back of her mind, told her to go to Amegakure, to show Neji and Horse that she was worth more than a few chunin and jounin, and when they weren’t looking, stab them in the back as they had her.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “An eye for an eye, right?”

With one last cursory glance to the ninja she had killed, she began heading towards Amegakure, following the invisible trail that Neji had left behind.

一 (ichi) | masterlist | 三 (san)

[sumeshi-t]

past or present— a haikyuu smau

[oikawa x y/n x atsumu]

a/n: should i even call this a smau if i keep putting out wordy partsz LMAO jk by next part, or 25, it'll all go back to normal i promise ily all

part 22 > part 23 > part 24 | nav.

"she's out cold," iwaizumi mutters, staring down at your form: upper body spread on the table, bun loosened, make up faded, but the evidence of your drunken state obvious from the flush of your cheeks. matsukawa sighs, "at least she won't have to puke in the car," 

hanamaki chuckles, tipsy, "she finished a lot... when she can't even handle herself, what a lo~oser..." 

iwaizumi frowns, lightly shoving hanamaki, who has to grab the nearest wall to prevent from falling face first on the floor. "you're partly to blame. why'd you even challenge y/n to a drinking contest?!"

then, oikawa quietly makes his way towards you to drape his suit jacket over your shoulders, before he carries you on his back. the other two who were sober only watched as the setter says, "well, this can't be helped. i think it's fine for y/n to let loose, don't you guys think?" his face was unreadable; yet they knew his words just then surely held meaning. "iwa-chan, y/n's purse please?"

oikawa walks outside the KTV room ahead of everybody else. meanwhile, iwaizumi and matsukawa try to handle the drunk hanamaki. the three of them, especially iwaizumi, stole glances over to you and oikawa, making sure to keep their distance in an effort to give you and oikawa some privacy. 

"you think this is gonna be okay? i mean, them...?" matsukawa murmurs, clear enough for iwaizumi to understand. iwaizumi's shoulders slump as he sighs, "there's nothing i can do but to hope so."

'good thing her dress has a convenient slit,' oikawa idly thinks to himself, feeling your steady breathing on his back. 

'how long has it been since i last carried you like this, y/n?' oikawa wasn't going to deny it, he knew the alcohol's in his system too, but it just didn't hit him as hard as it hit you; perhaps, he was once again using another lame excuse for being sentimental, afraid of admitting to himself that it was you who made him feel these things, made him feel a certain kind of way. 

he wished you too, were feeling the same. or, perhaps, could still feel the same.

the thought made oikawa's hold on your legs tighten. not because he was afraid of letting you fall, but because he was afraid of having to let you go. again. he already made that mistake once, he wasn't about to make that mistake twice. in the short time he has with you, he was going to savor every millisecond of it.

the walk to the parking lot was quicker than he'd expected. oikawa let his three friends go first, wanting to feel your warmth and presence a tiny bit longer.

"what are you waiting for, trashykawa? get in the damn car, before hanamaki explodes all over it,"

with a resentful sigh, oikawa carefully gets you settled in your seat. 

the ride was quiet, no one spoke to one another until it was time to drop everybody near their respective homes. hanamaki was first, followed by iwaizumi then oikawa. however, the latter never got out the car. "i'll take care of y/n. can't just leave her like that..."

matsukawa looked at his former captain through the rearview mirror, who was simply looking out the car window, watching iwaizumi's retreating back. without a word, he drove past oikawa's house and went straight to yours. 

meanwhile, iwaizumi stopped in his tracks, eyes following the departing car. he could only take a deep breath, and look up at the starless sky. as a friend, he could only sit back and hope that his best friends would figure out how to get along with each other from now on, finish what ever unfinished business they had with each other. he doesn't let it show, but it is troubling for him to be stuck in the middle. 

iwaizumi shook off the negativity from his mindset as he stepped foot inside his house. he trusts that they will sort things out in the long run, and he would be there for them both, no matter what.

the car stopped nearby your house's entrance, and matsukawa stretched after pulling on the handbrake. "alright, captain. we're here. do you want me to wait for you?"

oikawa was already standing by your side of the car, about to carry you, whilst rummaging through your purse to get your keys. "nah mattsun, you should go ahead. i told you i'd take care of y/n; she's going to have a re~eally bad hangover from this," 

as oikawa picked you up from the front seat, matsukawa simply spared him a nod before lighting a cigar, then drove off, knowing you were in good hands. 

soon as oikawa brought you inside, he laid you down on your futon. you groaned in your sleep, before turning over so your back was facing him. he only stared at your form once, watching the steady rise and fall of your bare back, before he sat on the floor by your feet. oikawa removed your heels and jewelry, and proceeded to tucking you in beneath the sheets. he even went so far as to get a towel to wipe your face clean, and loosened the bun you put your hair up in. 

although he was tired, tipsy, and jet-lagged, oikawa still managed to do these things and when he was done, he left you in your room and slept outside, on the floor. 'it's the least i could do,' he thought to himself. 

how he wished he could do more, if only... you were willing to let him.

then, he feels your phone vibrate on the main hall's single table. he forgot about your purse, so he lazily reached for it, grateful for his long arms. oikawa took your phone out, and he was supposed to feel happy when he recognized your lockscreen being one of the sunset photos he's sent you–but then the string of notifications on the screen with atsumu's name on full display overruled that. luckily, you had your settings in a way that wouldn't let anyone read the content of the message unless the phone was unlocked.

oikawa was sure he's seen that name before; he knew it was volleyball-related but he just couldn't put a finger on it. whoever it was, he mused that this person was very close to you; it was way past midnight and "atsumu miya" was still up to check on you. 

he sighed–too bad you were drunk and passed out, stuck inside the house with your ex, back in miyagi;

so he cleared the notifications, while an unsettling feeling made its way in his chest. 

the brunette pouted, he didn't want to label that feeling with anything but... he was quite, sorta, kinda, slightly jealous.

jealous that a man other than him would be this willing, this persistent, to stay up late, just to make sure you were safe.

oikawa grabbed your phone again, swiped up to open the camera to check himself. his cheeks were still flushed, hair messy yet framing his face perfectly, eyes weary. "goddamnit, i'm so cute," he took one lazy selfie before locking your phone once again, and bringing it to your room. 

he went back outside, grabbed his own phone from his pocket while lying down to inform iwaizumi that you were still off in dreamland and that he was about to bang the tatami, before dozing off into a nap.

the next morning, oikawa was first to wake up. luckily, he wasn't hungover. he went to check on you, and you were still asleep. so, just like the old times, oikawa heads straight to your kitchen as if he owned the place, looking for anything he could make for breakfast and for your headache. 

he was troubled upon discovering that there wasn't much there but eggs and some bread, so oikawa went out to make a quick trip to a nearby convenience store. the setter prepared for you a simple sandwich, readied a bottle of hangover cure, made some instant noodles just for you to have some soup.

the idle kitchen noise woke you up, your headache accentuated by confusion and panic. you were so disoriented, having nearly no memory of last night, 'at least i'm still in my dress,' you consoled yourself, while you hurriedly grabbed both your heels off the floor–an action you regretted as the world around you was spinning–all this just to deal with who or what you thought was an intruder. 

your arm was already raised up, about to throw a shoe at the person, about to throw up yourself too.

but then, you couldn't believe your eyes. it took a while for the sight before you to register in your hung up brain.  

oikawa's sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tie loosened, and wearing dark, alien-designed socks, transferring soup from the pot to a bowl.

you didn't know which throbbed harder: your head or your heart.

"w-what the fuck are you doing here?!"

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[witchycottagec0re]

Black Salt Protection Jar

Ingredients/Equipment Used:

~ sea salt

~ black peppercorns

~ an incense stick

~ tiny glass jar

~ pestle and mortar

~ spoon

~ little bowl/plate

~ hemp string

Method:

1. Put equal amounts of salt and black pepper into your pestle and mortar. Grind these up as coarse or as fine as you’d prefer; personally, I ground them up quite small to make it easier to get them into the jar.

2. Light your incense stick and use the smoke from this to cleanse the jar. If you already have some incense ash saved up, add this to your salt and pepper mixture. If you don’t, wait for the incense stick to burn completely and use these ashes.

3. Mix the ground up salt, pepper and ash together. Some may choose to add activated charcoal or black food colouring at this stage to give the black salt a darker colour.

4. Place the jar into the bowl (or on the plate) you chose to use; this will help collect any black salt that didn’t make it into the jar! Spoon your mixture into the jar until it is almost full; I found if you fill it up to the top the cork doesn’t sit in the jar securely enough.

5. Push the cork securely into the bottle and wrap your hemp string around the neck. Tie a knot to secure it and tie another at the ends of the string at your preferred length. Cut off the excess string and burn the ends to prevent fraying.

Alternatives:

~ A different type of string or cord could be used for this necklace. I prefer hemp string because it’s unbelievably soft. It’s also sustainable, recyclable and 100% biodegradable. Hemp is deemed as a ‘carbon negative’ material as more carbon is taken out of the atmosphere by the growth of the hemp plant than is emitted as a result of its production. The fibres in hemp string are longer than those in cotton; this makes the hemp string stronger. However, hemp string is quite susceptible to fraying so burning the ends is vital to prevent this.

~ Instead of placing the black salt in a jar and wearing it as a necklace, you could place it in a bowl underneath your bed to protect you as you sleep. Additionally, you could sprinkle your black salt on your household’s property line or use it to cast a circle.

~ I have explained a few ways you could use black salt to drive away those (being spiritual or physical) that would do you harm. However, black salt can also be used to create a hex or a curse.

Disposal:

To dispose of any excess black salt (or any black salt that’s fulfilled it’s duty) bury it in your garden; if you don’t have a garden, try burying it somewhere close to home. However, if you used your black salt for a hex or a curse, bury it somewhere far from your home (and from where anyone or anything may accidentally stumble across it!); violent, negative energies are tricky things, and can turn out to be quite clingy.

Some Hoodoo practitioners recommend burying it near a crossroads or a graveyard. Additionally, you could dispose of your black salt by throwing it into running water (ie. a river). If you do this, ensure the water is really moving; you don’t want your salt to just swirl around in one stagnant spot.

About The Ingredients:

Salt is a mineral that is used often in purification and protection spells. I prefer sea salt as it is the most natural, typically unbleached, and chemically untreated salt. However, other kinds can also be used. Salt has been used for protection for a very long time, and it’s believed to absorb negative energy. Metaphysically, black salt absorbs and wards off any negative energy you don’t want coming into your home. This can be any type of energy—living people, spirits, or other energies.

Black pepper is also used to drive away unwanted people, banish negative energy, and gives protection from evil. It has a ‘masculine energy’, and is associated with the element of air, and the planet mars.

The ash you use can be from your fireplace, smudging bundles, incense, or even your BBQ grill. However, I recommend using ash that has magickal properties attached to it. For instance, I like to use the remaining ash from a burnt out incense stick or cone I used for energy cleansing, unbinding or protection spells. This allows me to combine the energy from that with the purification I seek with my black salt.

If you choose to use activated charcoal in your black salt, this will give it a much darker colour. Charcoal is enriched with magickal properties; it is associated with fire, earth, air, and is greatly powerful in its cleansing abilities (both medicinally and spiritually).

DISCLAIMER:

Please note that this recipe is NOT meant to be used internally. It is for external use only, and is not to be used in replacement of anything your doctor has recommended for your health.

[maraudererasmut]

Black and White (Part XXII)

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Part X | Part XI | Part XII | Part XIII | Part XIV | Part XV | Part XVI | Part XVII | Part XVIII | Part XIX | Part XX | Part XXI | Part XXII | Part XXIII | Part XXIV | Part XXV

((This one is a long one!! I’m sorry for posting so many in such a short period of time... I was just so excited, I couldn’t help myself!))

((TW: Drinking))

Remus dug through his tiny closet, searching for something— anything — that he could get away with wearing to the Halloween party.

There would be other artists there, so he couldn’t just show up without a costume. Lily had insisted that whatever he wore would be fine, but she also emphasized the fact that many of her friends would be dressing up.

There would also be professionals at the party, other gallerists and wealthy individuals— people that James knew and was friends with. Remus knew he couldn’t get away with some crazy outfit; he needed to look at least somewhat presentable, in case he had the opportunity to discuss his art career.

After significantly longer than he would care to admit, Remus finally settled on a fitting outfit; it was just costume enough to appease both crowds. He grabbed his coat and scarf and headed out of his flat, mentally preparing himself for the arduous task of pretending to be friendly.

When Remus arrived, there were pumpkin decorations scattered about the front yard and little strings of lights adorning the door. There was a warm glow pouring out the window, with shadows passing by every once in a while. As Remus approached the house, he could hear the low murmur of people talking and pop music playing in the background.

Ding dong.

Remus patiently waited, clutching a cheap bottle of wine nervously in his hands.

The door swung open and he was greeted by Lily, wearing an absurd amount of makeup. She had little brown freckles drawn on over her already freckled face, with a large black painted nose and white highlights on her cheeks and forehead. Her auburn hair was let down over her shoulders, and she had a headband with animal ears protruding from it. She wore a chocolate brown dress with a white belt and little black mittens. Remus couldn’t help but smile at his friend as he took in her home-made costume.

“What’re you supposed to be?” Lily teased as she gave Remus a once-over.

“I’m a werewolf,” he answered matter-of-factly. He turned his body around to show the little grey tuft of fur that protruded from his trousers. “See? I’ve got a tail and everything.”

Lily let out a joyful laugh and rolled her eyes.

“That is so low-effort, Remus! You’re just wearing your suit!”

“I have ears,” he said with a mock pout, pointing to two balls of fur that he had managed to fasten to his head somehow. “Anyway, not like your costume is more complicated. What are you supposed to be, anyway?”

Lily put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow at Remus.

“I’m a doe. Duh. I’ve got a tail too, you know.” She turned around and wiggled her bum slightly, and Remus had to remind himself that Lily was James’ wife and that he needed to not be staring at her tail. As Lily turned back to face Remus, her smile grew wider. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re here.”

Remus lifted his bottle of wine and gave a nervous smile.

“Thanks for having me. This is for you guys… I’m sorry it’s not much…”

“Oh, Remus! You didn’t have to bring anything!” Lily took the wine from Remus’ hands before wrapping him in a hug. “Thank you! That’s so sweet. You… You really didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Remus said, returning her hug. “But I wanted to.”

“Thanks…”

Lily pulled away and beaconed Remus inside. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath in order to mentally prepare himself. When he opened them, he gave Lily a grimace and followed her into the house.

The combination of guests attending the party was eclectic, to say the least.

From what Remus could tell, there were people from all walks of life filling James and Lily's home. The house was large— larger than any house Remus had been inside— and every room Remus could see had people in it. There were men in suits laughing over beers, there were people in eccentric costumes filling cups with punch, there were people on sofas, people in chairs, people standing, people walking around.

In fact, some of the people drifting through the house were holding trays filled with tiny appetizers. At first, Remus had assumed they were in costume, but he quickly realized that they were actual servers doing their actual jobs. Remus had to bite his tongue to keep from making a snarky comment at Lily.

"Welcome to our place!" Lily beamed. "Make yourself comfortable, Remus. Let us know if you need anything."

Remus responded with a stiff nod before Lily walked away to socialize with her other party guests. The artist glanced around and found himself a corner that seemed unoccupied.

"Remus!"

Remus looked up to find James walking towards him with open arms. He had face paint and clothing to match Lily's, but his headband had antlers in addition to ears. Remus smiled at his expressive friend and allowed himself to be scooped into an aggressive hug.

"Hey, James."

"I'm so glad you came! I was worried you weren't going to make it, especially when Lily said you were hesitant on coming. I'm glad you're here!"

"Thanks," Remus mumbled, pulling himself out of James' death grip. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Of course!" James' hand landed on Remus' shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. He looked Remus over and cocked at eyebrow. "Where's your costume?"

Remus rolled his eyes and gave a half-turn, showing James the back of his trousers.

"I've got a tail," he offered with a shrug.

"My god, the two of you! Learn to live a little!"

Remus furrowed his brow and was about to question what James meant when he was cut off by Lily's voice calling for her husband.

"Ah, duty calls!" James gave Remus' shoulder another affectionate squeeze before he sauntered off to join his wife. Remus was left alone with a bemused smile, pondering their peculiar interaction.

One of the waitstaff passed by Remus and offered him a strange concoction in a glass; seemingly some kind of Halloween beverage. With a shrug and a you only live once attitude, Remus accepted it. It was sweet and strong, a dangerous combination for an alcoholic drink.

"Evening, Mr. Lupin."

Remus turned around to find Sirius Black standing behind him, perfectly straight posture, chin lifted ever so slightly, arms tucked behind his back. The gallery owner had a wry grin on his face and his silvery blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Back to last names, I see," Remus teased, taking a deep swig of his drink and hoping for the alcohol to help relax him.

"Where's your costume?" Sirius asked, positioning himself beside Remus and staring out at the crowd of people that was steadily growing in size.

"Where's yours?" Remus retorted, mirroring Sirius' position, standing shoulder to shoulder with the other man.

Sirius was wearing an all black suit, complete with a black shirt and a black tie. He had his hair down, falling loosely across his shoulders, swept away from his face with a hairband, which had a pair of furry black ears. Like Remus, Sirius had a tail attached to his trousers, which the artist pointedly tried not to notice.

"I'm a dog," Sirius said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So I've heard," Remus retorted with a smirk. "But what's your costume?"

Sirius let out a bright, cheery laugh, garnering the attention of other party goers. It swooped through Remus and made his stomach drop, and the artist couldn't help but blush. Sirius' laugh was infectious, and Remus chuckled along.

"Sirius!"

Both men glanced across the room, where Dorcas was waving with a broad grin spread across their face. Sirius cocked an eyebrow and gave a nonchalant shrug, offering Remus an almost-apologetic smile.

"Duty calls," the gallery owner said, before nodding towards his friend.

"Go schmooze. I'll be fine here with my…" Remus raised his empty glass pointedly. "Whatever this is."

With a flash of a grin that seemed like it was reserved just for Remus, Sirius nodded his head and turned around. He swept across the room, offering people polite smiles and happy greetings. Remus thought back to the first night that he met Sirius, the way he commanded a room, the magnitude of his presence. This was the same Sirius— the gallery owner who knew how to chat people up and win over their hearts.

As impressed as Remus was, the soft-spoken Sirius from their intimate talk in the gallery was the artist's favourite version of the man.

——-

As the evening went on, Remus found that Lily was right— though he'd be damned if he ever told her that himself. Lily's friends from school did have a lot in common with Remus, and he enjoyed mocking the contemporary art scene alongside them.

They were quirky individuals, exactly the type of people that Remus had imagined he'd meet at art school, all wearing elaborate costumes with hand-made elements. They had a lot to talk about, constantly bickering over each other and chiming in with their thoughts. It was surprisingly fun, and Remus felt a pang of jealousy as he reminded himself that this wasn't real, that these weren't his actual friends. They were just being polite because they knew he was friends with Lily.

Remus brought his drink to his mouth and took a deep swig, vaguely wondering in the back of his mind if this was his fourth or fifth glass of mystery-halloween-drink. By the time glass four-or-five was finished, Remus was starting to feel noticeably dizzy; he bid the other artists goodbye and set out to find a glass of water.

He ended up nearly bumping into one.

"Remus!"

The artist glanced up and found himself staring into two pools of molten silver, shimmering in the sparkling Halloween decorations. He smiled at them, adamantly refusing to look away. Silvery blue was officially his new favourite colour.

"Remus, are you okay?"

Remus reached out a hand and pressed it into a black lapel. The fabric was so soft, he couldn't help but run his fingers across it.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Remus said with a relaxed grin. It was true. He was fine. For the first time in weeks, he was fine. He wasn't thinking about his art, he wasn't worried about his emotions, he was simply relishing the feeling of being buzzed, the slight numbness in his fingertips, the way the room seemed to shift and spin as he moved. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm… I'm fine?"

Remus felt two surprisingly strong hands brace against his arms, and he leaned into the touch, his fingers still grazing soft material.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Remus nodded aggressively, immediately regretting that decision. The room was feeling quite dizzy.

"Let's get you some water…"

Remus felt himself being guided across the room, he felt pressure on the small of his back, an open palm, fingers spread out. He liked that feeling.

Before he realized what was happening, Remus was in a kitchen, waitstaff dutifully ignoring him and the tall, handsome man beside him. He heard a sink running and felt a cool glass being forced into his hands.

"Drink," a voice commanded gently. Remus lifted the glass to his lips and dutifully did what he was told. He had enough wits about him to know that he needed water.

When Remus finished the contents of the glass, he felt it lifted from his hands and heard the soft klink of it being placed on the counter. He smiled, internally grateful for being helped. For some reason, the room refused to sit still, and he wasn't sure if he would have succeeded at pouring water by himself.

Remus glanced up into the silvery eyes and smiled. They were really pretty.

“What are?”

Remus furrowed his brow, confused at the question.

“Wha—?”

“What are really pretty?”

Remus blinked, staring at Sirius, vaguely wondering what his lips would taste like.

“Iunno…” Remus slurred, hardly paying attention to what he was saying. Why was Sirius so close to him? Why was he getting closer?

“Remus?”

Remus felt a hand grip his arm, giving a squeeze. The fabric under Remus’ fingers was so soft, and there was suddenly a bunch of it in his grip. Sirius’ face was closer than it had been a moment ago, but Remus couldn’t tell which one of them was moving.

“You’re so drunk right now...” Sirius had a smirk spread across his face and Remus hated it. It was the same smirk he had every time Remus did something awkward or embarrassing. It was the same smirk that Remus desperately wanted to get rid of.

“You wipe that smirk off your face, or I’m gonna wipe it off for you,” Remus muttered threateningly with a cheeky grin of his own. Sirius cocked an eyebrow at him, as if to say I’d like to see you try.

Before he knew what was happening, Remus’s lips pressed themselves against Sirius’. They were rough and chapped and it was barely a graze, but Remus’ stomach was exploding and his fingers were tingling and the room was spinning and he thought his heart might actually burst.

When Remus pulled away, he noticed the stunned expression on Sirius’ face, his lips slightly parted. For the first time since meeting the gallery owner, the man didn’t have a witty comeback. Instead, he moved forward, capturing Remus’ mouth with his own, moving his lips in time with the artist’s.

Remus closed his eyes. He felt a hand snake its way around him, grasping at his side. He felt his hands raise up of their own accord, weaving through soft, velvety locks, loose strands of hair tangled in his fingers. He felt Sirius’ hand in his curls, a thumb tracing along his cheek.

Then everything ended.

Sirius pulled away, the magic disappearing with him, and Remus desperately wanted it to return.

“I— I shouldn’t have done that,” Sirius murmured, taking a step back, putting distance between Remus’ body and his own. “You’re not thinking straight… I shouldn’t… I’m sorry, Remus.”

Come back!

Remus didn’t want the kiss to end. He didn’t want any of this to end. He wanted Sirius’ mouth and his lips and his tongue and his hands and suddenly everything was gone. He didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was that he was standing alone in the kitchen, wondering where Sirius was, wondering why he was there, wondering what to do.

Remus turned around and noticed a tray of mystery drinks. He needed one. He took it. It tasted so sweet, he could drink it all night. It was so good, and it made everything feel a little better...

[toonytoodles]

Random fun fact time! Ft. OCs! (Repost because I added more/ edited a lot of stuff)

Avery -

- Sneezes like a kitten, and most of the time she accidentally uses her fire breathe when she sneezes, so watch out

- Sleeps on a rock

- Is made uncomfortable by actual dragons, it's just... too weird for her...

- Has a strange and inexplicable extreme fear of eels

- Reacts to fear by singing/humming/speaking very loudly, and also by running and screaming (basically, how markilpler acts when playing horror games? yeah that)

- At least once a week her dad has to help her brush through her hair, he says they should get it cut but she absolutely refuses

- Owns a few pairs of gloves- most of which look nearly identical. Some are for different days, some pairs are for bedtime, and some are for special occasions, but she also has some different types and styles of gloves for different events

- Loves the holidays, dislikes the weather that comes with it

- Absolutely hates people touching/messing with her tail, even if it's by accident she gets kinda mad. That's hers- don't touch it. (Emma's the only exception to this simply because it can't be avoided- although Emma does try to touch it as little as possible)

- Slightly allergic to pollen

- She has a clicking-like purr

- If you scratch under her chin she'll purr and relax, but if scratch a certain spot on her neck she'll sleepily fall over

- Adopted as an egg and raised by her human father and fairy mother

- Has a Scottish accent 

- Works as a Glazier (glass blower) and makes potion bottles, also helps with making the potions, and occasionally costumer service and boring stuff like stocking/inventory

Emma -

- Plays with hoodie strings and/or hair when upset or nervous (it happens often, her hoodie strings are sorta worn out)

- She's a big fan of animals! Especially bears, puppies, and unicorns, she thinks they're adorable! When she was younger she used to like dragons quite a bit too

- She's a protective friend and big sister, and she's a little over protective over people she cares about

- Tends to read into things; if your tone or demeanor is slightly different she begins worrying that something's wrong or that she did something. She also tends to believe that no one actually wants to be her friend or wants to be nice to her, but that they're only being nice because they're afraid of her or pity her.

- LOVES HUGS!!! Absolutely loves them, hugging other giants, hugging people smaller than her, getting hugs, giving hugs, she loves hugs

- Once accidentally ate a fake candy cane decoration, off someone's front lawn, because she thought it was real gigantic candy, left out for giants (she was like four, so it made sense to her then, but she still gets made fun for it a bit by her family)

- Loves snow and winter

- Her favorite color is probably blue

- Is surprisingly good at sneaking up on people, for someone 30ft tall she's quiter than most borrowers

- Is the second oldest of five kids, her older brother Rory is 23, her younger brother Richard is 15, and her youngest sisters Aroura and Tiana are 6 and 8, and they're all pretty close

- Her dad is a size shifter, and so are Richard and Tiana, the rest of the family are giants

- She's ambidextrous

- Very cautious of her surroundings

- Hates surprises/being scared

- Bi-romantic and ace

Sofia -

- Can write without looking at what she's doing

- Only wears slip on shoes or shoes with Velcro/zippers, she never learned how to tie them, she couldn't figure out what to do with her head or look at what she was doing

- She's an artist! She likes to paint!

- Has a hard time saying "no," so when she says it, she means it

- Hates surprises and people sneaking up on her

- Has a pet python named Albert

- Probably the only person on the planet who has worse anxiety than Emma

- Don't call her "Soph" or "Sophie," and she gets mildly annoyed when her name is misspelled

- Typically uses right arm to carry head and left hand for everything else

- Has a weird sense of humor

- Has a million stuffed animals, has like 20 on her bed, but Rupert the blue bunny is her favorite

- She has an enchanted scarf that allows her to wear her head when needed, she doesn't usually use it because she's not used to it & it gives her anxiety (she's scared of the scarf falling off/being taken off unexpectedly) but she has it and uses it on occasion, mostly at home

- She doesn't let anyone else hold her head, it seriously freaks her out, her dad is the only exception, but Avery held her once for a group photo (her body took the picture)

-She loves singing and has a soft beautiful voice but is too shy to sing around anyone 🎶

- She was bullied when she was younger and doesn't like to talk about it, she already gets emotional easily and those memories hurt

- She loves Avery's jokes and has a bit of a weird sense of humor

- She's adopted, she lives with her human father (another fun fact, her dad is one of Avery's parents best friends!)

- Unlike Avery, she wasn't adopted as a baby, she was about 6-7ish when she was adopted

- Loves vegetables

- Gets embarrassed easily

- Doesn't go out of her comfort zone, she only does stuff when Avery basically forces her to

- She really likes Emma, but is also sorta scared of her sometimes, she's just scared of people and being looked at, so she can be a little overwhelming without meaning to be, it's nothing personal and she knows Emma wouldn't hurt a fly, she's just scared of people and sometimes Emma is a lot of person

- Doesn't want Emma to hold her (Emma respects it, although sometimes they work it out to where Emma can give her a gentle hug)

-Her favorite season is fall

-She loves rabbits and frogs, but won't admit she loves horses (there's a stereotype that all dullahans love horses, she won't give in)

-Hates confrontation

-Loves vanilla cake

-Hates strangers and people she's not comfortable around being anywhere near her

- Pansexual

- Sorta has a voice claim, but it's weird and sorta difficult to explain?

Andie -

- Has a French accent (picked it up from dad)

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plays the flute

- Mean, selfish, and self centered, but somehow also a good person

- Sings sentences sometimes

- Scared of turtles

- Works as a bard/waitress at the family tavern

- Unfortunately she is heterosexual

Andy -

- Somehow didn't pick up their fathers accent

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plates the lute

- Genuine and kind hearted, but also a bumbling moron

- Dreams of being a song writer, wants to be a professional musician

- Works as a bard/waiter at the family tavern

- Bi, but prefers women

Clementine -

- A book worm

- Likes to sing

- Practices magic, knows a few interesting spells

- Sometimes her and Avery fight over magic usage vs. potion usage (they know it's a dumb fight, but they don't care, at this point it's a joke)

- She's a white tailed deer

- She has great hearing, and is usually very aware of her surroundings

- She wants to be a magic professor as an adult

- Demisexual, pan, but prefers men

Pond-

- Elementals don't really have gender, she chooses to present as female and use female pronouns

- Can't "see," but rather senses vibrations, since she's made out of water she doesn't have eyes, but based on other senses she can get around just fine

- She can't smell either

- Doesn't care for romance

- Has 4 pet fish she keeps with her, named Karl, Frank, Phillip, and Fish

- She has a baby sister, Brook

- She's odd and can be off putting unless you know her pretty well, then her weirdness is sort of endearing

- She can tell her friends apart by the way they walk and their gestures, and of course their voices, but really has no idea what any of them look like, she knows their species and the normal traits of those species, but not much outside that

- She doesn't eat or drink

- Smart, but sorta reckless

- Sorta hard to hug :( but the others still try

Sapphire -

- Has minimal size shifting abilities, but prefers to be her true size, she loves sitting on her husband's shoulders or in his pockets (She's about 5ft in her bigger form)

- Used to be an adventurer, at one point she was a pirate

- Met her husband on one of her adventures

- Has a Scottish accent

- She has a sword her size (no it's not a toothpick or a toy or anything, she has an actual tiny sword) 🗡

- Makes potions for the shop and deals with customers

- Grew up outside of Tradeskeep, her and Kal retired from their adventuring career and settled down there

Kalvin -

- Used to be an adventurer/ mercenary

- Huge, ripped, has all kinds of scars, but his 4" tall wife is scarier than he his, he's basically a teddy bear

- Makes potions, does restocking, inventory, and doesn't as much anymore, but makes potion bottles

- Has scars/tattoos from various adventures

- Used to have dragon scale armor, he once saved a village from a dragon, but has sold it and no longer tells the story, he now claims it was a bear

- He's a great dad ❤

- Loves ale & meat, but not as much as his girls

- I cannot overstate how much he loves his family, he LOVES his wife and daughter, like a LOT, it pretty much defines who he is, he's a family man

- Met his wife while on a quest

- He used to be a nomad while adventuring and getting paid for jobs, he'd wander from town to town, until he settled at Tradeskeep and put up a shop

Ok so i know that's a lot, but it's there for anyone who's interested in all that ❤ I have other facts too, so if you wanna know any more just look around on my blog or send an ask, Q&A for OCs are open, and I'm open to art/writing requests/ideas! ❤

[worryinglyinnocent]

Fic: The Toy Box

Summary: Whilst helping Belle pack her things prior to her moving in with him, Gold is introduced to some interesting items in a box in her bedroom. 

Written for the @a-monthly-rumbelling prompt: Fun with toys. 

Rated: E

The Toy Box

It was only once she was in the process of packing up her belongings that Belle realised just how much work went into moving in with someone. 

When Gold had asked her if she would like to live with him, Belle had said yes without any hesitation. She already knew – and Gold already knew – that she loved him, and she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Cohabiting was just the first step towards the realisation of that dream. She already spent so much time in his house that she practically lived there anyway. 

Even now, surrounded by packing crates and bubble wrap, with all her stuff strewn across every surface, Belle didn’t regret it. She just wished that it wasn’t so time-consuming. It felt like she’d been at this for days already.

Making decisions about what furniture to keep and what to sell had been easy, since most of her large items were second-hand and bought for cheapness rather than any sentimental reasons. She was lucky that Gold had more than enough space in his house to hold all her books, so no agonising decisions needed to be made there.

No, it was just the process of packing and tidying that was so all-encompassing. 

Belle left the boxes of books for the moment and went over to her closet, beginning to fold her clothes into their waiting suitcases and stack her shoeboxes next to the door. Gold would be arriving in a few minutes, along with Dove in the van, to take the first load of boxes away, and she wanted to have something to show for all of her packing efforts. She’d been at it since early morning and it didn’t feel like she’d achieved anything at all. 

She picked up one shoebox and smiled before lifting the lid and peeking inside. This box had not contained shoes for a long while. This box was home to far naughtier items. Belle’s grin widened at the thought of her toy collection now being housed under her boyfriend’s roof. 

He wasn’t a complete stranger to the things in the box, but she had not had as many opportunities to try out the different items as she would have liked, and now she would have so many more chances to explore with him. Belle opened the box fully and took out her bullet vibrator, turning the purple silicone this way and that, and thinking of all the fun she could have with it, watching Gold come apart and beg for mercy.

A string of anal beads was the next thing out of the box. She’d never used them with Gold before, and she wondered what his reaction would be. 

She didn’t have to wait to find out. The van had pulled up outside the library, and Belle could hear Gold calling up the steps. 

“Belle, love? Are you there?”

“I’m in the bedroom. The front door’s unlocked, come on in. Dove can take the boxes in the kitchen.”

A few moments later, Gold poked his head around the door, giving the room a onceover. 

“I have to say, it looks like a glitter bomb exploded in here, except with books instead of glitter.”

“I know. I should have just taken the books off the shelves and put them straight into the boxes, but I kept getting side-tracked.”

“It seems you’ve got side-tracked again.” There was no admonishment in his voice, just amusement. “Somehow, I don’t think that those are the kind of beads you wear round your neck as statement jewellery.”

“Oh, they’d make a statement, all right.” Belle looked down at the string of beads draped over her fingers, and then back up at Gold, a little smirk creeping over her face. “I could teach you where you’re supposed to put them, if you want.”

Gold raised his eyebrows, clearly in two minds, but Belle saw the moment that she won him over, a smirk of his own appearing at the corner of his mouth as he stepped into the room fully, closing the door behind him. 

“I think that would be an excellent idea,” he said. Although the words were conversational, there was a husky tone in his voice that was anything but, and the first frisson of excitement ran through Belle’s veins as she heard it. Yes, she was definitely going to have a lot of fun introducing Gold to the contents of her toy box. 

She stood from her position kneeling in the bottom of the closet, casually tossing the beads and a bottle of lube onto the bed before smoothing down her skirt demurely.

“Are you going to give me any enlightenment yet?” Gold asked. Belle came over to him, playing with the knot of his tie and loosening it a little. 

“Well, we should probably wait until Dove isn’t in the apartment with us.” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I know you like it when I’m loud.”

Gold gave a huff of mingle amusement and arousal. “Yes, yes I do.”

Belle undid his tie completely and pulled it off, tossing it down onto the floor. She probably shouldn’t be adding to the mess of everything that needed to be packed, but it was all going to end up back in Gold’s house anyway, so the need to get him as undressed as possible as fast as possible outweighed the other concerns. 

“Honestly,” she said. “I can’t believe you’re still wearing a three-piece suit and tie whilst helping me move.”

“It always pays to look one’s best.”

“You won’t be looking your best when we’re through.” Belle slipped her arms around Gold’s neck and pulled him in for a long kiss. “You’ll be looking very thoroughly fucked.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it.” Gold’s voice was a low growl. and it made Belle’s stomach flip-flop in anticipation. She wrestled him out of his jacket and had just begun work on his waistcoat buttons when there was a discreet tap on the bedroom door. 

“Mr Gold, I’m taking the first lot of boxes over to the house now. Just call when you’re ready for me to return.”

Belle waited until she heard the front door close behind Dove before resting her head on Gold’s shoulder with a groan. “Oh my God, he so knows what we’re doing.”

“Well, at least he’s got the courtesy to leave us alone whilst we’re doing it. So…” Gold’s hands came around her back and swept down to cup her ass, squeezing her cheeks through her skirt. “Are you going to show me where you should wear these very interesting beads then?”

He pulled the zip of her skirt down, pushing it off her hips, and Belle stepped out of it, kicking it off to the side. She looked up at him with a smirk. “You know, I think you’ve got a very good idea about that yourself. You’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be, you know.”

It was the work of a few moments to get the rest of their clothes off, the fact that they were supposed to be packing and moving lending a sense of urgency to the occasion, and Belle pulled Gold over to the bed, flopping backwards and bringing him down on top of her. 

If there was one thing that Belle loved the most about sex with Gold - however hard it might be to pick just one thing - it was his thoroughness. Even during the most hastily snatched of encounters, he always took the time to make sure that she was gasping in pleasure by the end of it. Today was no different as his lips trailed down from her mouth, over her neck and breasts, tugging on each nipple in turn and making her cry out. She could feel him beginning to twitch and harden against her thigh, and she wondered how long he would be able to last. When it came to giving her the best orgasms of her life, he could hold out for a remarkably long time. 

She was already wriggling beneath him when he finally pulled away, sitting back on his heels and smirking down at her as he reached for the lube and the beads, other hand slipping between her thighs to pet at the wet heat beginning to show at her entrance.

“Now, my love, I think it might be best if you turned over.”

Belle was happy to oblige, rolling over on the sheets and wiggling her bum at him, looking back over her shoulder as he pressed a kiss to each cheek. The lube was colder than she was expecting as he squeezed it out over her skin, and he laughed at the jerk of her hips against the sensation. 

Then his fingertips were rubbing at her asshole, massaging in the lube before pushing inside by tiny degrees, achingly slow as he worked her up. It wasn’t the first time they’d had anal sex, but it wasn’t something they did regularly. Belle wondered if she could turn the tables at some point in the future, hopefully soon, and the thought sent a fresh new wave of arousal washing through her veins just as Gold pulled his fingers out of her, making her groan. 

She closed her eyes, hearing his chuckle. “I think you’re ready to wear these beads now.” The first one pushed inside slowly. “Is this ok?”

Belle nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. That’s great, keep going.” She could hear him squeezing out more lube, and then his other hand was snaking between her legs and into her cleft, finding her clit and pinching gently. Her hips bucked up, the angle of the beads changing inside her as she rubbed up against his hand, squealing as the second bead pushed up inside. She could feel herself beginning to sweat, the damp prickling at her skin in the small of her back. 

“Oh Belle…” It sounded like Gold was just as short of breath as she was. “Oh Belle, I can’t lie, this view is wonderful.”

She craned her neck, looking over her shoulder towards him. His cock was bobbing proud in front of him, the tip flushed red and leaking.

“Yeah, mine’s not bad either.” Her hips jerked again, nudging her clit against his fingers once more. “Come on inside,” she gasped. “I want you to feel it too.”

His hand slipped away from her clit and a moment later, she felt him pushing into her vagina, and she heard his low moan as he began to move, feeling the beads in her ass from inside her. 

“Oh God, Belle…”

Gold’s pace was getting quicker and quicker, his rhythm erratic, and Belle could barely think straight for the indescribably sensation of having his cock and the beads in her at the same time. Just one more little push would take her over the glorious edge, and she reached down to touch her clit, screaming unashamedly as she came. Gold followed her over just a moment later, and for a while they just lay quietly, both of them panting heavily in the wake of the intensity they’d just experienced. 

“Do you think I should take these out now?” Gold tapped at the string of beads, sending an aftershock of pleasure through Belle’s body. She shivered and nodded, groaning as he pulled them out as slowly as he’d put them in.

“You know,” Belle began, rolling over and stretching out beside Gold, “I think that was just what I needed to relieve some of the stress of packing.”

“Hmm.” Gold glanced over at her. “You know, we have all weekend to get you moved. It doesn’t matter if we don’t get finished tonight.”

Belle grinned, knowing exactly what he was thinking as both of their eyes alighted on the innocent-looking shoebox.

“So, what should we try out next?”

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 35

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Kim Seokjin - Dog 

Kim seokjin was young and a little strange, his parents wished he could be like the other kids in the street and run a muck but he just didn’t. 

“Perhaps we get a dog?” He heard his father talking, “something that will bring him out of his shell”

“That might be good, we can go tomorrow as a family to the pet shop and pick one together”

And they did just that, driving to the pet shop and holding his mother's hand as they crossed the road into the super store. 

“You get to pick, okay my genie” his mother always called him that and it always made him feel special to have a nickname. 

While they walked around the store heading towards the back for the kittens and puppy enclosure his mother cooed. But his attention was taken by three tiny creatures so small. 

His parents were still walking away as he heard a chuckle, “they are cute aren’t they, would you like to hold one?”

Time passed and he sat on a mat in a little room and played with the three sugar gliders. “Jin where were you, we were worried sick?”

“Mum I want to pick these three” he grinned, so boyishly it took his parents by surprise. This is what they wanted their son to bloom. 

Min Yoongi - The one who wasn’t

You were in a car accident, your car hit him and you were both put into medically induced comas to stabilize. You don’t remember any of that all you remember is waking up beside him in a field the two of you spent your days and night talking and building fires to stay warm. 

You found as time passed the two of you had no hope of being found. Were you abandoned? Him by his band members, and you by your family. The two of you decided not to dwell on those thoughts and just survive in the present. Taking the time to build a house Under a big bright tree that glowed at night and if you pressed your ear to the trunk you could hear strange sounds. 

The two of you created a sustainable life. One year, two years, and then three, you were both still alone together in the forest by the sea. You both traveled as far as you could but felt yourselves growing weak so you went back to the home you had made under the tree feeling rejuvenated once more. Until one day the tree opened and you both looked inside you saw a warm light and Yoongi saw cold darkness.

He turned to you and kissed you with everything he had and the two of you stepped through.

Yoongi woke in the hospital bed in the Coma ward and he heard beeping when he looked over he saw you, just how he remembered but he fell unconscious for what felt like a second, and when he woke up once more he saw the bed across from him was empty.

“Yoongi we thought you would never wake up,” Namjoon called.

“We thought you would be content sleeping forever.” Seokjin laughed.

Jung Hoseok - bow tie

Hoseok, a street dancer, had been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time and was given community service in none other than a ballet school. It was as if his worst nightmares had come true, there should never be rules when it comes to dancing if it felt right then move to the beat. 

Here he was cleaning the floors and fetching water bottles and towels, he had to admit though whilst delivering fresh towels to the class he ducked his head in apology as the door slammed behind him. By the dancer didn’t falter he moved like he was floating and Hoseok wanted nothing more than to move to the music and learn the moves. 

When the song ended the young man took a towel and thanked him humbly before sitting down. “Do you see that class is a fine example of what real dancing is?” Hoseok scoffed audibly and bit his lip he didn’t mean to “something wrong mister Jung?”

“Your definition of dancing is different from mine, anyone can leap and twirl ma’am but what is it if it doesn’t move you, why structure a dance so strongly. Give the guy some freedom and he will make something greater you have him trapped in the steps” 

Hoseok thought for a moment before standing on the tops of his sneakers “what was it a point, tap, lift, a turn slide leap wow but the hands are so dry how much more could you give with a little more added in”

He did it again adding more footwork, more passion, expression and more arms he had strength in his legs he had flexibility he just used it differently. 

Kim Namjoon - corset @adorablepumpkinsblog

You were wearing your finest dress to the ball, but of course it was a little too tight. You had been lazy reading in the library instead of doing your chores and you even snuck a few biscuits for your tea. Mother would be ashamed. 

It would be bearable a few hours at most and then you could return home. Your mother and father talking with the parents of potential suitors. 

They had turned away for a brief moment letting you out of their sights but it was all you needed to make haste out of the room and awkward dances that ensued. You made it to the green house and let out a sigh of relief. 

You smiled this place was beautiful, taking a watering can and walking around leisurely watering the flowers, the corset was digging into your ribs making them cave into your chest crushing your lung. Humming in an effort to slow your breathing and push through the pain you continued watering the flowers. 

“What are you doing?” A voice said and you gasped, turning to face him, Kim Namjoon the not so eligible bachelor on every girl's mind including yours. 

“I am watering the plants, and escaping the dances, and you?”

“Alas, I came to water my plants and of course boycott the festivities if you will”

“If anyone asks we were merely mingling and you offered to show your plants” you couldn’t even send a coy smile as the pain marred your expression. 

“Ah this corset!” You gasped, dropping the watering can on the ground the contents splashing the bottom of your dress. Your breathing was getting worse and you were clutching for the strings at the back of your dress he seemed to realise what you were doing and assisted you immediately. 

Your gasp was audible and filled with a sense of relief, “I um broke the back of your dress…” his voice was nervous and apologetic but he removed his jacket and went to place it around your shoulders to cover you like a gentleman but he stood in the watering can slipped and fell against you almost squishing you and the carnations. 

Park Jimin - Accordion

Jimin saw an old man on the corner playing an accordion with a small tin in front of him, the man's fingers shook and he looked so cold. He saw you walk over and take off your coat and place it over his shoulders talking softly. 

Jimin had just bought a hot soup he wanted to eat but carried it over to the man and smiled. 

“You look a little cold grandpa, where are your mittens and scarf”

“Ah you two are so sweet,” the man breathed, taking the hot bowl of soup. The young girl hummed putting on the accordion. 

“I played on a tiny kids accordion as a kid let me see if I remember” she played a rendition of London bridge badly making the old man laugh. 

Kim Taehyung - Frankenstein

Bang Sihyuk moves about the room before he flicked the switch, he was making the perfect son, hand picked features all created by hand. He was perfect and like a skilled surgeon there were little to no scars on his body, and only two visible on his face he had one small scar around his left and from the corner of his nose to the corner of his lip. 

Bang PD was furious with the eyes, he had made them slightly different he contemplated starting again to make him more symmetrical. But he had a time schedule and decided against it, that was the past. Today he made history and the perfect son he never had. 

He woke and took a few breaths and Bang talked to him the whole time, helping him move and gain his strength.

Tae loved animals and jazz music and painting, he would paint scenes he wished he could see but only heard through story. He dreamed one day to leave the basement. 

Jeon Jungkook - Outside

Jungkook had heard stories about them, everyone had different names for them and for him, he called them the ‘Outsides’. Creatures that as the sunset crawled from their holes in the ground and roamed the earth. The rule was to always shut and lock your houses and to never step outside before sunrise or the outsides would take you. 

They were pale creatures with long limbs and nimble fingers; they stood as tall as a two story house and as thin as a lamp post, their long thin legs parted taking car length strides. 

If they had facial features jungkook wouldn’t know their faces were too bright to see their glow was like the aura of the moon. Some called them moon spirits for this very reason. If anyone saw their face they wouldn’t live to tell the tail. 

If Jungkook had seen their face he had repressed it, a mistake when he was younger that had almost cost him his life. 

He was just going to retrieve his toy he left in his tree house, and when he got there the ‘Outsides’ had started their prowl. 

He saw the light pass by the tree's window and froze, it hadn’t seen him but the next thing he knew there was a hand in the window long and thin and he ducked past the long fingers and slid down the ladder and sprinted to the house. They were closing in, they moved so slow but they stepped so wide. 

He swept under a set of legs and made it safely back into the house.

At least that’s what he remembered no more no less, there were legends if you are seen by them or if you look them in the eyes things could happen but nothing ever did. 

All he knew was as the years moved on and he grew not only older but taller and more handsome, his friends began to make fun of him for walking too slow for their liking so he tried to take bigger strides. 

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Bond Girl - Chapter 4. Reading and Cooling down

Shawn wakes the next morning with the early light shining into the white bedroom. Looking down, he sees you nestled on his chest. This is his favourite way to wake up. He misses this when he is on tour. The closeness he feels to you in these quiet moments, this is what life is about. Knowing that you need some rest, Shawn just watches you. He watches the way the sunlight is hitting your skin. The colour you got at the beach contrasting with the white sheets. He has never seen you look more peaceful. He takes a mental image of this moment, sure that a song will come out of it. 

After a while, Shawn sees your breathing pattern starting to change, and knows that you are starting to wake. Gently running his hand through your hair, you eyes flutter open to see Shawn’s beautiful eyes staring back at you. A small smile forms as you stretch and nuzzle further into Shawn’s chest. Inhaling his unique scent, you close you eyes again for a moment. “Morning Honey, how are you? Did you have a good sleep?”

“mmm, I’m good, I had the best sleep. Doesn’t hurt when you have a great pillow”, you say, implying that Shawn’s chest is the best place to sleep. You smile up at him and rub your nose against his. This brings a smile to his face as well. He loves the little ways you show him affection. There are a couple that he loves more than anything. The way you rub the swallow on his hand when she is nervous, the eskimo kisses in public and the way she runs her fingers through the curls at the nape of your neck. There is nothing more she needs to tell you when she does these gestures. It portrays all the love she has for you in those small movements. 

Giving you a squeeze, Shawn gently moves you off his chest and swings his legs off the bed. You prop your head on your hand and watch the magnificent man get out of the bed. Back muscles rippling, and that tight arse, you try not to drool. Shawn pulls on some pants and a shirt and turns back around to you. His smile can light up the world when he wants to. Leaning back onto the bed and pecking you on the lips, he pulls back and wanders out to the kitchen. You roll back onto the pillows, content with having a few more minutes rest. You can smell the aroma of coffee come wafting from the kitchen, and it’s at that point that you decide to get up. Grabbing one of Shawn’s shirts from the floor, you pad into the kitchen. Hearing your footsteps, Shawn starts to brew your coffee. Before he has a chance to turn around, you snake your arms around his waist and press your cheek to his back, in-between his shoulder blades. Shawn’s hands come to rest over yours, as you just stand still, taking in each other. You close your eyes and gently hum. Shawn rubs your hands, waiting for you to make the first move. Once the smell of coffee is too much to take, you kiss his back and pull away. At the same time, Shawn turns and hands you the mug, piping hot and exactly how you like it. Cradling the mug in both hands, you inhale the aroma and half moan. If Shawn was the first love of your life, coffee was second. Shawn knows that you can’t start your morning without the black gold. As Shawn has been away on tour for the last few months, he has missed this daily routine. Whenever he is home, he makes sure that there is a coffee waiting for you when you wake. Shawn is very proud of this routine and is something that he will never give up. You always tell him that he doesn’t have to make it for you, but he insists every morning. It helps him to reconcile the days that he isn’t there. Not just for making coffee, but for everything that you do during the day. 

After breakfast, you sit on the couch and discuss with Shawn what you would like to do today. Shawn actually had a little work that he had to do (which he apologies profusely for), but you don’t mind. You don’t feel like going to the beach, but you are happy to sit in the little courtyard and read your book. Once you have told Shawn of your plan, you potter around the villa getting everything you need. Water bottle, book, a couple of snacks. Walking back into the bedroom you decide on another bikini. You smile to yourself at your selection. This one is even more revealing than the white one from the other day. This one is red - as sin - and even smaller again. It was basically string. There were tiny patches to cover your nipples that were connected to string that tied around your neck. There were other ties that criss crossed around your back and became the bottom of the bikini. That’s all. A little patch to cover the basics of your modesty (not that you had much this trip) and that was it. You weren’t even going to bring this one with you. The way you felt about the white one was nothing compared to how you felt about this one. You knew that this was only going to be for Shawn’s eyes, so this one was never going to leave the house. You didn’t even think you would wear it. Ensuring that you didn’t have any flaps hanging out and the cover over your nipples was even, you grabbed a towel from the bathroom and ventured out into the lounge room. 

As you turn the corner, you see that Shawn has put out a blanket for you, so you wouldn’t be lying on the grass. At the same time, Shawn walks back into the room and actually drops the water bottle he is holding. His mouth drops open as his eyes rake over your body. It is like you are frozen in your spot. You can’t move as you watch Shawn stalk over to you. A shiver runs through your body as you see the look on his face. If lust had a face, it would be Shawn. You keep your eyes on him as he gets closer. You can see his hands twitch as he wants to reach out and touch you. Once he is as close as possible to you, he lets out a breath. “Honey, what do you call this”, Shawn asks as he runs a finger over the string from your breast to your collarbone. “This is something just for you” you whisper, your voice unsure. “I promise I was never going to wear it in public. It was only ever going to be for your eyes only” you start to ramble. “I wasn’t even going to bring it. I look ridiculous”. Shawn can see you starting to retreat into yourself. Your insecurities coming forward. “Honey, I think you took me the wrong way” Shawn says as he brings his other hand up to the other string near your collarbone. “This is the most sexy thing I have ever seen. You look like sin and the only thing I want to do is rip this off you and have you right here”. Releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you push your shoulders back a bit, feeling more confident. “Oh, well then, I’m glad you like it”. With your growing confidence, you strut you way out to the courtyard. At that point, Shawn sees what the swimsuit looks like from the back and moans to himself as he goes and picks up the water bottle he dropped. 

Taking pride in how you made Shawn react, you make your way to the blanket and drop your towel, joining the water bottle and book that Shawn has already brought out. Covering yourself in sunscreen, even though you aren’t in direct sunlight, you settle in for an afternoon of reading. After about 20 minutes, you find there is a flaw with the swimsuit - it is terribly uncomfortable. It actually feels like dental floss between your butt cheeks. Shawn has set himself up on the dining table and is concentrating on his laptop and music. Every now and again nodding to himself when he is happy with a melody or lyric. You debate with yourself. You can’t take the bottoms off without taking the top as well, all the strings are connected. Your conservative side is debating with your more outgoing side (which is growing). Looking around the courtyard, you know that no-one can see in. The activities you did when you first arrived flash through your mind. Without hesitation, you sit up and undo the tie around your neck. With a sigh of relief you feel the fabric pull away from your skin. Revealing your breasts first, your nipples pebble when the cool air hits them. This you are starting to get more comfortable with. It’s the next part that you need to gear yourself up for. Raising your hips, you pull the strings away from your mound and butt. The relief is immediate. You actually give a little moan as you are freed from that torture device. Laying back down, you keep still as you get used to being completely naked in public. Well, out in the open anyway. The heat starts to warm your skin and you slowly start to enjoy the feeling of being completely bare. You wiggle your toes and lie back down on the blanket, returning to your book. 

Shawn has just finished a verse of a new song, happy with how it has turned out. He lifts his eyes from the laptop screen and actually stops breathing. First he thinks that you have just taken your top off again, getting a little more bold. Then his eyes continue down your body. It has to be a dream. You, without a stitch of clothes on, casually reading your book. He can see the way the sun is gently warming your skin. You aren’t in the direct sunlight, but he can see that you are content and warm in the courtyard. His shorts immediately become tight as he thinks about what he can do to you. What he wants to do to you. You are so focused on your book that you don’t realise that Shawn is starring at you. You get a feeling that you can’t explain, that makes you look up from your book. It’s at that moment you realise that Shawn is looking at you. Looking at you like he wants to eat you. He very calmly pushes the chair back and stands at the table. You can see him try to restrain himself. He walks through the villa and out into the yard. “Hi honey, whatcha going?”

Looking down at yourself and back up at his face you quietly say, “It was so uncomfortable, I just couldn’t wear it any longer”. Shawn looks a little disappointed. “I really wanted to take that off you”, he says with a bit of a frown. “You should have called out to me. You know I’m your knight in shining armour”. Seeing that Shawn is playing with you, you lean back and let your legs fall open. He chokes on his words as he stares down at you. “Fuck you are the most exquisite thing I have ever seen. You look like you are getting a little hot daring, let me cool you down. Be back in a minute”. At this, Shawn walks back into the villa. You look down at yourself, presented to him, and start to wonder why he left you. Before you can voice your concerns, Shawn returns with a glass of ice. Tilting your head at him, you wonder what he is doing. Without a moment’s hesitation, Shawn puts the cup of ice next to your head, and removes his shirt. Now it’s your turn to stare. Damn you lucked out with him. His chest hair smattering across his broad expanse. There are still a few bare patches, but you don’t mind. Wondering down to his snail trail and knowing what is underneath his shorts has you rubbing your thighs together. Shawn sees this and places a hand on one of them. “None of that yet, I am going to cool you down”. Looking into his eyes, you see him pick up the glass and bring an Ice cube into his mouth. He immediately drops to his knees and straddles you. Giving you a wink, he drops his head to your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. You arch off the blanket with the sensation. The coolness of the ice cube and his tongue compared to the heat of your sun kissed skin is turning you on. You feel a gush come out of you as Shawn lifts his head and swaps breasts. The sensation hits you again and you are a little more prepared. You moan loudly and grab onto his curls. Keeping him in place. You feel Shawn smile against your skin as he hums to himself. With the temperature in the garden, the first ice cube melts quickly. Lifting his head off you, Shawn reaches for another ice cube and starts again. This time down your stomach. Butterfly kisses cover you as Shawn runs the ice cube down your heated skin. The wetness between your legs is getting worse and you try to rub your thighs together again. Shawn can feel you shifting and squirming under him. He knows you are getting aroused. He would never tell you, but he can actually smell it in the air. It drives him insane and makes him so hard. 

Collecting the glass of ice and bringing it next to your hip, Shawn grabs the next ice cube between his teeth. He looks up at you - your pupils are blown and you have little pools of water across your torso. There isn’t any indication that you want him to stop. He will always ask though, that’s just him. With a slight nod of your head, Shawn returns to his final destination. Very gently, Shawn starts moving the ice cube around your mound and outer lips. With the sensitivity, you legs try and close as a reflex. You let out a startled cry due to the coldness. Shawn brings one hand to hold your hip, and reminder to keep your legs open, but also that he is there. After the initial shock of the temperature, you start to enjoy the feeling. The cube is so cold, but Shawn’s lips are starting to warm and the hot and cold sensation is messing with your head. The ice cube melts faster, as the heat that is radiating from your core would melt the ice cap right about now. Before you know what is happening, Shawn has shifted the hand on your hip and has grabbed another two ice cubes. In unison, he has pushed one straight into you, along with two of his fingers, as well as placed one directly on your clit. You howl as the freezing ice hits you in both places but then something happens. You cum immediately. And cum hard. Shawn can feel your pulsing around his fingers as the ice cube melts and water mixed with your essence runs out of you. You clit is also pulsing as the ice melts and Shawn’s fingers now are in its place. You haven’t actually made a sound as your orgasm ripped through you so quickly you weren’t ready for it. Shaking and panting, you wait for your ears to stop ringing. Shawn is gently rubbing circles on your inner thigh. He is speechless. He has never seen you respond like that. It was amazing, but you haven’t made a noice, and Shawn is a little worried. Leaning on his elbows, he keeps touching you, bringing you back down. Looking closely at your face, Shawn waits for you to come back. After 5 minutes, Shawn can finally see your eyes start to focus back on him. He runs his hands along your forehead, drawing back the little fine hairs that have fallen from your ponytail. “Honey, please say something”. Shawn has seen you like this a couple of times, but never have you been out of it for this long. “I don’t know what to say. What happened”, you mumble, almost sounding drunk. “I think you were so worked up you just had a huge orgasm, but really quickly. I’m guessing that snuck up on you, eh?”

Nodding slowly, you try and think about what just happened. It must have been the temperature sensation as well as the excitement of being naked that just tipped you over the edge. Raising back onto your elbows, you kiss Shawn passionately, trying to convey how you feel. You are so happy that you have found someone who treats you the way Shawn does, both in and out of the bedroom. Knowing how to push your buttons and your boundaries, Shawn has been the light of your life. Looking down, you see the tent that is in Shawn’s pants. He is lucky that he didn’t cum in his pants, the way you just exploded. You look back into his eyes and Shawn knows what you are asking. “You know that I don’t expect anything in return, don’t you?” You nod, but you want to do this for him. Rolling him onto the blanket, you straddle him. You drop your core onto his bulge and you both moan. Smirking at him, you start to grind onto him. You plant your hands onto his chest and gently tweak his nipples. He moans loudly and bucks his hips up into you. He watches your naked breasts bouncing as you start a rhythm over his cock. Up and down and back and forward. Over and over you complete this motion. Shawn puts his hands behind his head, as he knows that you want to have control this time. Leaning forward, you take a nipple in your mouth and Shawn’s eyes roll back into his head. “Baby, if you keep this up, I am going to cream my pants”. 

“That’s what I want Shawn, I want you to cum all over yourself. I want to you cum so hard you can’t remember your name”. At that, you start your speed up your motions. Shawn is finding it hard not to reach out to you, but he is trying. You lean back again and place your hands on his thighs. He starts to buck his hips faster, almost with every rotation of your hips. You can see him looking at you, moving from your breasts to the junction of your thighs. Your lips are slightly spread, accommodating his cock that is almost bursting through his pants. He is panting hard and moaning and grunting. You are getting close as well. Giving it a final go, you add a little bounce to your motion and that does it. The feel of the fabric of Shawn’s pants against your clit is taking you higher and higher. You see Shawn’s eyes close and his stomach muscles clench, extenuating his abs. With a final raw and FUCK, Shawn unloads into his pants. At the same time, you feel the heat from his seed and this sets you off. Grinding deep, you release all over his shorts. Taking a moment to get your breath, you swivel off him and sit on the blanket. You look at the dark patch of his pants, a combination of his seed and your essence. Before you can stop yourself, you lean down and suck. Tasting both your of you together is euphoric. Shawn almost cums again as he watches what you are doing. 

After he has recovered long enough to feel his legs, he pulls you up to his chest and kisses you. Deeply, conveying all the affection that he feels for you. You are content is his arms, feeling the little bubble of love you have created, until Shawn speaks up. “I know you aren’t so bad honey, but I need to get out of these shorts. I feel like I’m 13 again and have had a wet dream”. You giggle at him, bringing the image into your brain. “Sure thing, let’s get you cleaned up, you dirty boy”. 

“If I’m a dirty boy, you are a filthy girl my dear”, Shawn says, getting up and making a face when he feels the wet, sticky fabric against his skin. Offering you his hand, he pulls you up and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal as he lightly smacks your bum, leading you into the villa and bathroom.

[kryptored]

Cherry, cherry

For Lukanette February 2020. Links of their clothes will be on their names as or before I describe them.

DAYS: 6 (cherry), 15 (satisfied), 23 (gasping for air)

Guess who’s baaaaaack! Just gonna... leave this here. Sorry if I still have inconsistent verb tenses, and no - I’ve never been kissed to know just how accurate I might be 🙈.

The sun was dedicatedly giving their heads a golden crown of sunlight, but only if they were brave enough to venture out of the shade. There wasn’t much wind other than the occasional gust blowing through their hair, but it was still not enough to cool them off. The dark-haired couple have spread themselves out on two separate lounge chairs at the beach, one in blue and the other red. Both teens are dressed up in their swimming attire, the lack of covered skin a reprieve from the heat of the summer. Marinette is in her one-piece scalloped swimsuit of teal colour with floral patterns, while Luka is in his black boardshorts with a red drawcord.

“Lukaaaaaaa…” said Marinette, “it’s so hoooooooot.” She fans herself with one hand while the other busies itself with grabbing onto said young man beside her.

“Hmmm… it’s summer so, it’s supposed to be hot.” Luka replies, his eyes closed in an attempt to block out the sun. Marinette had provided him with his own pair of sunglasses, but he had refused. 10 minutes into that decision, and he is close to concluding that he may have made a mistake. It appears that the sun had no plans on hiding behind the clouds any time soon, shade or no.

Marinette, on the other hand, was wise enough to wear hers the minute her feet touched the sand. She was all too happy to lie down on the lounge chair, even if it meant risking sunburn. It took her boyfriend a good five minutes to fully convince her that sunscreen was mandatory, even if they had already set up the beach umbrella that was sort of protecting them from the sun. Global warming is never anyone’s aesthetic.

Her hand finds his, interlocking and swaying them a little. She squeezes his hand, and he retaliates in the same manner. Luka’s eyes remain closed, but a quick glance tells Marinette that the crinkling at the side of his eyes are all she needs to know that he’s enjoying it.

“I’m thirsty, can you hand me a bottle please?” she asks. His eyes open, blinking to adjust to the brightness outside of the confines of his eyelids, and reaches to the open cooler to his right with his free hand. He rummages for a few seconds before successfully pulling out a cold bottle of water. After making sure he has a tight enough grip on the drink, he quickly offers it to her. She lets out a squeal of indignation, taken by surprise by the sudden spray of cold droplets on her exposed skin.

“LukaaaaAAaaaAA!”

“I didn’t do it on purpose, Sweets.”

She pouts without saying another word, and he chuckles as she drinks her water while she gives him a glare (not that he could see it anyway, but a glare was a glare and he knew). Marinette quenches her thirst with a couple of gulps, offering the still open bottle to Luka. He drinks his own share and puts the bottle back in the cooler with only half of its content remaining. Marinette raises her sunglasses to her head, and she takes a good look of their surrounding without removing her hand from Luka’s grip.

“Where do you think they are?”

“I’m sure those two will be back any second now.” As if summoned by her brother’s words, Juleka appears behind them with Rose beside her. The taller girl is wearing a purple high-neck halter one-piece swimsuit. Her partner is in a pastel pink two-piece with tiny heart prints, the top resembling a tube with thin strings holding it while the bottom has a novel tie resting on her waist. Both are holding onto a large banana split boat filled with sliced bananas, a generous number of ice cream scoops, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, a shower of sprinkles, and topped with bright red cherries.

“We’re back!” Rose exclaims, happily handing out the boat in her hands to Marinette’s eagerly awaiting ones, letting go of her boyfriend’s hand. She points to the small spoons planted on either side of the boat for her friends to see and proceeds to take a spoonful of strawberry ice cream from Juleka’s boat.

“What took you so long?” Luka asks as his eyes meets his sister’s.

“The line was kind of long.” She replies, handing out the boat to her girlfriend so she could tie her hair in a high ponytail. She looked to be struggling and Marinette decided to help her out.

“Oh, here!” Marinette hands out the boat to Luka, stands up, and takes the hair-tie from her friend. Her tongue sticks out as she concentrates on her tying up Juleka’s thick hair, nodding in acceptance as she takes in the result. “There, feel any better?”

“Yeah. I should’ve tied it before while we were in line. Thanks, Mari.” Juleka gives her a small smile before approaching Rose who was happily devouring her half of the split (hehehe).

“Anytime, Jules.” Marinette settles back onto her chair, taking hold of her spoon once more as she eats the banana split in satisfaction. Scoop after scoop, she relishes at the sweetness and coolness of the dessert that was mostly melting away the more it stayed under the influence of the summer heat. Luka, on the other hand, took his sweet time (hurhur) snacking on his fair share. But if there was one thing he couldn’t wait to get to, it was those red and plump cherries perched on top of the softening scoops of ice cream. Its glossy skin shone as if the sun was reflecting off of it, their stems curved at just the right angle. There were no weird bruises around it, nor any sunken surface. Was it possible to get the most perfect cherries? Apparently so.

The real problem was, there were only five of them and he wasn’t the only one waiting for the perfect time to devour the sweet fruits. Marinette was sweet incarnate, and it was dangerous to take away her rights to something as delicious as cherries. Sure, there were strawberries and peaches and pomegranates and mangoes and blueberries, but cherries were another matter.

Both of them grab a cherry each, slowly relishing the ripeness. They revel at the sweetness of the fruit, seemingly a perfect blend even with all of the sugar that the frozen dessert provides. Their lips and tongues are tainted a pretty red, a testament to their indulgence of a tiny thing. They take more of the ice cream until they think that enough was had before the second taking of their cherries. Scoops, licks, dollops and many spoonsful later, and it was now down to the fifth and last one. Juleka and Rose are of a similar predicament, more engrossed in their chatter than to bother who was eating what and how much. They did not share the same sentiment of the red fruit, but it was Rose who triumphed at having the last one.

Between Luka and Marinette, there was what occurred to be a stand-off on who was to have the red glorious treasure sitting in the middle of melted cream, trails of chocolate syrup slowly descending from their place among the walls of the boat, swallowing strays of sprinkles on their journey. Both of their eyes meet the other, a silent wager of war provoking one of them to dare take action – to dare take hold of the last cherry and claim victory.

It must’ve been influenced by her many encounters with akumas that allowed Marinette the confidence to take quick action. She had taken her beloved by surprise, enough so that he doesn’t realize her mouth has already caged the fruit until it was too late for him to reach for it as well. Or so she thought.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he leans his face closer to hers, fanning her face with his breaths. She looks at his all too close lips that were stained by something sweet, and it was all she could before Luka nudges her nose with his. Marinette’s eyes widen as her cheeks flush in rapid progression. She stiffens as Luka takes hold of her right shoulder and the back of her head to support it, and she tingles in anticipation.

Was it possible to get any warmer, what with the new wave of warmth taking over her? On instinct, Marinette parts her lips just as Luka’s descends upon hers. The beach is a crowded and public space, and yet she hears nothing but the hitching of their breaths. His touch sends shivers and tingles through her whole body. His lips melds with hers, its softness showering her entire being with nothing but pure satisfaction. Marinette isn’t sure when her hands start moving, but she relents to its busy task of caressing every bit of his exposed skin. His tongue brushes against her bottom lip, she gasps from her need to breathe, and he takes advantage of the opening. If they were not sitting, Marinette is sure that her knees would’ve given up the moment she felt Luka taste the cherry she had in her mouth. She squeaks as she remembers where they are, that people could be watching, that his sister and her girlfriend could be watching, but at the moment she really didn’t want to care if he keeps on kissing her like this.

Her tongue touches his, and he tenses a little at the shock of her boldness. He continues his assault on her, one hand slowly going down to the dip of her waist and tightening their grip, pushing her much closer, and the other threading through her hair carefully to avoid disturbing her sunglasses. Was it even possible to get her any closer to him? To have her skin touch his any closer, when there was nothing left in between them but the bare amount of clothes they had called swimsuits? Surely there was a way? Such a problem it was, for Luka was feeling the consequences of dangerous thoughts trying to push its way to out of his inhibitions.

Not here. Not now. Marinette needed appreciation, not public humiliation.

He finally decides to relinquish himself of her, a small trail of saliva hanging onto their lips. His eyes lazily draw down to her chin, where saliva was also threatening to fall, and his thumb reaches up to wipe it off her perfectly flushed face that was evidently not from the sun’s heat. He notices how her eyes are dazed, her panting as loud as the waves crashing by the shore. Her hands had stopped in their quest to paint a pattern of contentment but were still touching his skin. She appears to be daydreaming, and Luka couldn’t be happier to know that he has this kind of effect on her.

He swallows and sees her eyes follow the movement of his throat. He can’t help but let out a small chuckle at the sight of temptation personified in front of him. She looks wonderful in teal, but even better with hints of red on her skin, revealing the constellations of freckles planted along the plains of her skin. He still hears the loud pounding of his heart, and he wonders she hears it, too.

“L-Lukaaa?” She slurs a little with her speech, yet he straightens himself and pays close attention to his tiny beloved. “L-Lu…”

“Y-yes, sweets?”

“W-why…what did you…?” she’s gasping for more air still, her eyes looking like the ocean water, darkened slightly with desire.

“You got selfish with the cherry. I just had to taste it, too.” He’s still out of breath, but he’s glad to speak more coherently compared to her.

[cilldaracailin]

A Kind Of Magic

Here is the next part. Thanks for all the Tumblr love :)

10

“There is nothing like a shared interest to draw people together.”

They cleared away all the breakfast dishes and tidied the kitchen, Taron washing and Robyn drying as before. They also took the time to dress each other’s stitches.

“Did Doctor Keane give you any tablets like I got some?” Asked Taron as he tapped the dressing to Robyn’s shoulder.

“Yeah she did. My prescription finished on Thursday morning. I just have to go and get these stitches out next week.”

“Your shoulder still looks bruised though. Isn’t it still sore?”

“If I lay on it with direct pressure yes but I can move about and lift and stretch.” She felt Taron run his finger down the tape to keep it secure and stuck on the dressing. “Thanks Taron.”

“Anytime.” He said as he pulled the strap of her top back up.

She got to her feet and kicked her shoes off. “Garden.” She said simply and skipped out into the deck and onto the grass before turning back. “Suncream.” She said as she walked past Taron who had been following her but stopped as she walked back into the apartment and into her closet in the bedroom before she walked out again. “Case.” She said but turned and walked back into the bedroom. “Purse.”

Taron couldn’t help the fully belly laugh that he made as he watched Robyn walk around her apartment from one room to another just randomly saying words and it felt so good, but at the same time quite sore and unpleasant as his side hurt to laugh like that.

“Key.” She returned holding a tiny key in her hand and walked to the laundry room. She opened the door, disappeared for a second before coming back lifting a very heavy looking case.

“Whoa, that’s heavy Robyn!” He went to give her some help but with ease, Robyn lifted the case up higher and onto the island. “You are a little freakishly strong.” He said as he watched her put the small key in the lock and open it.

“Lifting three and four years old builds some serious muscle. I don’t know if this is something you want to see inside of. It will completely change your opinion of me.”

“Why?” Asked Taron intrigued.

“Well this is my case from Florida that I had great intentions of coming home to pack properly after I went to the 7/11 to get my turtles, which I never actually got by the way. Anyway, after I left you in the hospital…” Robyn gave him a sad smile. “I had about an hour to pack up the rest of my things before I needed to leave for the airport so I literally just threw everything in.”

Taron moved a bit closer to her. Although he was hurt when he found out she had left him so suddenly, he hadn’t really thought about how Robyn had felt as she packed up to leave so quickly to return home. As much as he was upset with her departure it must have been just as horrible if not worse for Robyn.

“I just want the suncream but yeah. It’s in here somewhere, in this mess.” Robyn heaved her case open. “Left or right?”

“You haven’t unpacked this yet?” Asked Taron as she unzipped the left side.

“Erm no. Haven’t really had the motivation to do it.” She walked away and back into the laundry room and carried out a white wicker laundry basket. “Might as well sort the washing out too. You really don’t have to watch this Taron. Not going to be very interesting at all. Ya know girly delicates and dirty clothes.”

Taron pulled a stool over and sat on it, feeling the need to sit rather than stand, his body feeling tender and rough. “We have already crossed barriers that others haven’t. I think we might be past the dirty laundry stage.”

“Okie dokie.” Replied Robyn as she started pulling clothes out and throwing the majority of them into the laundry basket. Pants, t-shirts, bras, shorts and bikinis as well as many pairs of socks were put in along with some jeans. Robyn stopped when her hands pulled out the blue polo shirt she has been wearing the in the 7/11. It was still frayed at the bottom from where she had cut it to use the material as a bandage for Taron’s arm, the back-left shoulder covered in her blood and it was littered with spots of Taron’s blood too. She turned to look at him before moving over to the bin beside her kitchen door. “Well I don’t need that any more.” She then pulled out the jeans she was wearing and threw them into the bin too. “Or those.” The white pair of converse she was wearing were next but she dropped them in the laundry basket for a wash. She wasn’t quite willing to part with an expensive pair of shoes that cost her more than half a day’s wages.

“I am pretty sure my ripped white t-shirt is in a bin too. Couldn’t really salvage it when someone decided to rip it in half.” Taron tried to lift the spiralling mood and was glad to see that Robyn had thrown the clothing out that she was wearing in the 7/11 because he had done the exact same thing once he was given back his belongings that he came in with in the hospital. It was a reminder he didn’t want and it seemed Robyn was thinking the same.

“I was updating your boring white t-shirt look. It needed some rips.” She welcomed how Taron quickly made a little joke about the clothes they had been wearing when everything went to shit in the 7/11 and she returned to her case, making quick work of pulling out more dirty clothes and finally at the bottom of the left side of the case she found the bag of suncream she was looking for. “Ah-ha!” She said proudly as she pulled the canvas bag out. She left the suncream on the island and closed her case over, zipping it fully. She lifted it off the island and kicking her laundry basket across the floor she put both in the laundry room to the side, closing the door behind her.

“Robyn!”

“What?” She asked as she came back to stand beside Taron, opening the bag of suncream.

“You are seriously going to leave that in there like that?”

“Yeah, I will fix it later. I really am not in the mood for clearing out the rest of it and sorting the washing? Ugh not happening right now.” She enjoyed the disapproving look he gave her. “I told you your opinion of me was going to change. I only wanted the suncream for us.” She turned the bag upside down, emptying it all out onto the island. “Ok factor fifty for you and I shall take this ten.”

“Ten? Absolutely not. I saw your sunburn in the 7/11, I even rubbed the aftersun in. Factor fifty for you too.” Taron took the ten away leaving the bottle of fifty.

Robyn grinned. “That was because I didn’t use any suncream. I will be ok with ten and you can take the fifty. I already have a very good base. I am normally not this colour. I just tan easily and took full advantage of my weekends on the beach.”

Taron got off the stool. “Let’s compromise with a twenty-five then.”

“Twenty-five for you and fifteen for me? Ten for me? Or I could go straight for this factor four tanning oil.” Robyn picked up the brown bottle.

Taron grabbed the bottle from her. “No tanning oil. Seriously? Tanning oil?”

“I love a good beach holiday and I like a tan. Tanning oil helps, near the end of the holiday. Not at the start.”

Taron pulled two bottles towards him. “Twenty-five for me and fifteen for you.”

With the suncream factors agreed on and rubbed in, Taron making sure he got Robyn’s shoulders, both Robyn and Taron took to the garden and a sun lounger each, Taron on his back, a soft pillow under his head, Robyn sitting up reading a book. His right side was still giving him hell after laying on it all night and lying on his back was the most comfortable position for him. Robyn had asked him to tie the strings of her top behind her back after he had finished rubbing her suncream in. ‘Tan lines’ she had simply said and he obliged tucking them in the back of her top. As the time passed on, his had opened the remainder of the buttons on his shirt and the heat of the sun felt just perfect on his shattered body.

Robyn had given him free reign over the music and he would ask Alexa to change the song or artist but he had settled on Elton John who was playing through the speakers which Robyn had connected to her Alexa so the music could be heard inside and out. It was exactly what he was sure Doctor Hart would have been expecting of him. Relaxing, listening to music and it was pure heaven. He sang along every now and again, having to stop when he gave it too much gusto, his whole body protesting but he definitely enjoyed it when he heard Robyn joining in at times too.

She had thrown back the doors to her bedroom too, turning off the air con and letting the late summer fresh air filter the whole way through her apartment. She took a glance every now again to Taron as he lay with one leg bent, his arms down by his side, his whole pose looking stress-free, his eyes closed, his breathing easy. His open shirt fluttered in the breeze and the bruising on his ribs and side still looked very sore, even a week after he had been hurt. Seeing how much slower Taron moved that morning, his hands moving to his side as he turned too quickly or bent the wrong way, Robyn knew he was trying to hide how much discomfort he was still in despite the strength of his pain killers. In saying that, the picture of Taron lounging easily in the sun was another image she was adding to her album of him in her mind. It was her perfect idea of a very lazy Saturday.

For three hours they lay in silence, the music enough for both, Taron dozing in and out of sleep. He wanted to pocket this feeling of surreal tranquillity and pull it out whenever he felt stressed or his anxiety start to rise. Every now and again he would look to Robyn and she looked just as peaceful as he felt. He watched her mouth the words along to whatever song was on as she flipped through the pages of her book. He couldn’t explain how much he enjoyed her company and he took delight in the fact that there was no pressure for them to talk or make conversation and it was a wonderful easy atmosphere surrounding them. He felt like she knew what he needed before he even needed it and he needed this rest. The angst and worry that had plagued him were slowly leaving his body as the sunlight and warmth crept in. As much as he loved his family, he knew he would never get respite like this at home. His mam would be almost fussing over him, being overly concerned which he loved about his mam but it was the not the attention he needed right now. He knew Robyn was keeping a very close watchful eye over him too, just doing it in her own stealthy way, letting him just rest in the silence, but ready to move to him if she needed.

Their quiet was interrupted by a ringing phone, Taron turning his head as he recognised his ring tone. He went to move, a grimace filling face, a groan leaving his lips and he had stop getting up as his head felt light and his delicate chest twinged.

“I got it.” Said Robyn as she jumped to her feet. “You stay.” She saw how Taron’s whole body froze as he experienced a serious wave of pain as he moved off the low lounger. It just added to number of times she had watched him cringe so far that day and she wasn’t liking it.

She walked into the bedroom from the garden and picked up his phone from the bedside locker where he had left it and brought it back out to him. Taron had sat up very gingerly and moved so his legs were either side of the seat and she handed him the phone, watching as his eyes lit up as he read the name on the screen. Robyn hadn’t looked but knew it must have been somebody special for the call to get such a reaction.

“Elton, hey!”  Robyn’s head turned twice as Taron answered the phone. “My mam yeah? Ahh man thanks Elton. No, I am ok. I’m good. I’m really good. I’m at a friend’s house. Yes, her name is Robyn and what else has my mam told you?” Taron looked to Robyn as he spoke on the phone and patted the sun lounger beside him for her to sit down and she did so copying the way he was sitting. She listened to the one ended conversation as Taron spoke to who she could only presume was Elton John. She had never seen Taron’s face light up so much and his eyes shone as he laughed and joked and spoke to his good friend, but she did notice how a frown tinged his features every now and again, his hand going to his side or his head. “I haven’t been doing much singing, no. I have to wait until my ribs heal up but Robyn and I are going to have an Elton/Freddie sing off.” Taron’s smile spread wide. “I haven’t heard her sing a lot but I know she can sing. I will represent, don’t you worry though with the looks I am getting now, I have a feeling I should be a little worried.” Robyn smirked and nodded. The conversation lasted two or three more minutes, Taron assuring his friend that he was ok and thanking him very much for the phone call. Taron said his goodbyes, wished Elton’s family well and ended the call, casually placing the phone down on the lounger between himself and Robyn.

“So, Elton John regularly calls you on a Saturday morning?” Asked Robyn.

“Yeah.” Shrugged Taron with a breezy tone but as he looked to Robyn who was raising an eyebrow at him, he had to laugh. “My mam phoned him to tell him what had happened and let him know I was ok. He is holding a charity action in a few weeks time and just wanted to make sure that I would be able to attend it after what happened. We are supposed to be singing together but he told me I was only to do so if I could.”

“Elton John was just calling you.”

“Robyn.” Grinned Taron, watching her eyes light up.

“Let me freak out for a little bit ok? It’s Elton John!”

Taron chuckled but his laughter was disrupted his phone ringing again. “Let’s play guess the celebrity caller.” Robyn grinned as he picked up his phone.

“Ahh this is a celebrity we both know.”

Robyn looked at him puzzled until he answered the call. “Hey Richard!”

“Richard!” Echoed Robyn.

“Let me put you on speaker mate. Robyn is here too.”

“Hello my fake co-star girlfriend.” Laughed Richard.

“Hello my fake boyfriend.”

“It is good to hear your voice Robyn.”

“You too Richard.”

“Taron, I have literally been calling you for the last two days.”

“Aww sorry mate. I have been sleeping for the last two days. I have made one phone call and that was to my mam.”

“So, you made to Robyn’s then?” Asked Richard, so glad to hear his friend’s voice. He had been worried when he had been getting through to Taron’s voice mail for the last two days.

“Yeah I did.”

“And she let you in? Robyn, I thought you would know better than to let strange men into your house!”

Robyn laughed. “You would think I would but I guess not and I don’t know if I count you two as complete strangers. I mean we did spend a whole night together.”

Another round of laughter filled the air.

“Taron how are you mate?”

“Yeah I am good Richard. Getting there and you? How are you?”

“Make up has had to cover the bruises but I am good too, Straight back into it. It’s been a good distraction.”

“Richard, can I just say something before, we have a catch up?” Robyn’s tone of voice turned serious.

“Sure Robyn.”

“I am so sorry for leaving you in the hospital Richard and for the letter I wrote and leaving all the responsibility of dealing with the fall out of what happened in the 7/11 with you because it was something that should not have been left to you to deal you. You were affected as much as Taron and I by what had happened and we all needed to talk about it but I got scared and ran away, which is a normal Robyn reaction. I am trying to be better. Taron has helped a lot and is teaching me that its ok to let people in but I just cannot apologise enough for what I did. I am really really sorry.”

As she spoke Taron reached over and took her hand.

“I am only going to say it once, but you do not need to apologise to me.” Said Richard over the phone his voice sterner than Robyn’s. “I am firm believer in things happen for a reason and this, whatever happened between us, happened for a reason. I won’t lie, when I found the letter, it took a while for me to process it and I don’t think I was the best person to speak to Tina but I imagine that by now all that air has been cleared and Taron is going to be ok, me too and you as well Robyn. It was you who held us all together in the 7/11 and whatever happened after that, might have been done in haste and because you were scared and had your own responsibilities but it’s done. You two have probably had that conversation by now so let’s leave it there. We know we will always be bonded by what happened and know we can turn to each other when we need to and that is what is most important.”

“Jesus did you two take lecture lessons after we met? You are both seriously knocking it out of the park with these speeches.” Robyn might have answered Richard’s touching words with her usual defensive sarcasm but she could feel the burden of guilt and worry she had been carrying about leaving Richard leave as he spoke and she wished he was there so she could give him a very grateful squishy hug.

“So, we are all forgiven and know that we can talk to each other when we need to?” There were a firm yes from Taron and Robyn. “Great. So, what have you two been up too?”

A long light-hearted conversation followed as the three caught up with each other, telling stories of their last three days, Richard very jealous of the baking Taron had been tasting as well as their chilled-out time in the garden. Richard was up to his eye in script changes and re-shoots. It was relaxed and carefree chat, jokes and giggles being thrown about and when the phone call ended, the three had made a promise to meet up when their individual schedules allowed it.

“So, can I expect any more phone calls from your friends?” Asked Robyn. “Maybe Hugh might give us a call, sing us a song…” She grinned.

“I can call him if you want.” Said Taron as he went to look for his number in his phone but Robyn pulled his phone from his hands.

“I was messing, God no.”

“Seriously, though, I can do that.”

“I know you can but you won’t. I am going to put this phone back now.” Robyn got up from the lounger, walked back to the bedroom and put the phone on the locker beside the bed.

“You’re a Hugh fan?” Asked Taron as she walked back.

“Have been since is Oklahoma days. He’s an amazing performer.”

“Did he come to Ireland on his tour?”

Robyn pulled her lounger closer to Taron’s so they could lay comfortably back down in their own space but closer than they had been before. “Yeah, he did and I missed out on a ticket at first. The two nights sold out so fast but two days before the concert Claire sent me a link saying more tickets had been released and I bought one. Right in front of the small stage and it was the best one hundred euros I have ever spent.”

Taron enjoyed the smile on her face. “Right so I know you like Hugh Jackman and that you like to bake, that you don’t really sleep and you work with children. I don’t know much else. I think it’s time for twenty questions.”

“Only if I get to ask twenty in return.” Taron rose an eyebrow towards her. “Just because I like your work and enjoy your movies doesn’t mean I spend my days googling you. I honestly don’t know a lot about you. It’s only fair.”

“Ok then. First question. When is your birthday?” Asked Taron.

“Twenty-second May, eighty-eight.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? May twenty-second?”

“Nope.”

“The day Rocketman was released?”

“Yep. I even went to see Rocketman on my birthday, brought my mam with me.”

“It’s destiny Robyn. Definitely destiny.”

She laughed. “Ok well when is your birthday and I can see if I have any connection to it at all.”

“November tenth, eight-nine.”

“Yeah no. Nothing. I have nothing. Guess it’s not meant to be!”

Taron reached over to swot at Robyn but she dodged him, giggling. “Eight-eight?” He questioned. “You are older than me.”

“Older and wiser.” She replied laughing as he went to playfully slap her arm again. “Only by six months.”

“Six months.” He repeated.

“My turn.”

Questions were fired back and forth and while Taron learnt that Robyn hated scary movies, was an only child, could speak Irish and had two degrees, Robyn learnt that Taron would eat anything put in front of him, adored his little sisters, could speak conversational Welsh and had his own degree.

“Two degrees and two diplomas?” He asked.

“I have been studying since I was eighteen. Couldn’t figure out what I wanted to do after college the first time and because what I wanted to do is so bloody specialised I kind of fell into childcare. I literally finished my second degree last year and I am done.”

Taron admired her pure determination to get back up after been knocked down when she applied for the same masters twice and failed to get it both times.

“It wasn’t nice being told we love your experience but your grades don’t encourage us to take you on. I am not an exam person. The pressure of having your entire year graded on a three-hour exam does not suit everyone. My college grades never reflected what I could do. I have always wanted to work with dolphins since I was a little kid and that is heart breaking to hear, that your marks were not good enough. The dolphin therapy diploma for me was giving all those who said I couldn’t do it, or that it didn’t exist, the finger but like I said, the field is so specialised it is hard to get into it. I kind of went back to work with the kids with my tail between my legs after that but then the promotion happened and I felt like I was doing something right and I realised that I was good at what I do, which spurred me to go and get the childcare degree. Worked my arse off, got my one one and once again shoved in the faces of those who said I couldn’t.”

“I love that take no bullshit and determined attitude you have except when you were standing up to those maniacs with guns but I know it is hard to get back when you have been told you are not good enough, or you won’t make it. It’s not easy to keep going after hearing that.” Taron shared some his own experience of auditions that didn’t go the way he wanted.

They moved onto hobbies and interests both talking their experiences of being in choirs since they were kids, both having sang in church and school choirs.

“Ok favourite skill you have learnt from your work.” Asked Robyn.

“Even though I didn’t get to do it on set, learning to shoot three arrows for Robin Hood was a pretty amazing experience.”

“I was in an archery club in college, the first time I went to college.”

“I am telling you Robyn, destiny! But seriously, archery?”

“Yeah seriously. I can’t shoot three arrows but it was good fun. Good responsible fun.” She added. “I shoot with my left hand though.”

“Left hand?”

“Yeah I know. I am one of those people who can use both hands for doing things!” She laughed. “No, my mam is left-handed and I just find things easier with my left and shooting arrows was one of those things. We met twice a week and it was a good laugh. Went to a few competitions too. Now I was never competition material but it was a great group of friends and we had a good time together.”

Taron smiled. “Maybe we need a shoot off as well as a sing off.”

“I haven’t shot a bow in years. Actually, the last time I did was when I was on holidays a couple of years ago and I hit the centre of the target first time. Complete fluke but it made those people watching stop and stare for a minute. I think we will stick to a sing off.”

“I am going to ask you the same question. A skill you have learnt during your years of working with children apart from reverse phycology”

“One of the girls I worked with, who has now left, well she and I could change thirteen nappies in ten minutes.” It was not the answer Taron was expecting and it made him laugh so hard for a good minute before he managed to somewhat control himself. “I am also a master of paper plate animals.” Robyn added with a very serious face which she could only for long as Taron giggled more, her own face changing with laughter. “And am a very good referee and negotiator.”

“Referee?” Asked Taron, still chuckling.

“Hell yes. You have one red truck and two children want the red truck; you learn to mediate quickly. Three-year olds are fierce headstrong little things.”

The changed the topic to allergies, hospital visits and favourite place in the world.

“Aber for me, Aberystwyth in Wales is my favourite place in the whole world. I am not allergic to anything and my latest hospital visit has been my most exciting.”

“Here, my home is my favourite place and I wouldn’t call it an allergy as such but mosquitos love me but I don’t love them and I have no appendix or tonsils.”

“Mosquitos?”

“Ugh I get eaten alive and some of the bites swell. I am sure I have a picture of one on my arm that looked like a swan. I have lots of littles scars on my hands and arms from them too.”

“Lovely.”

“Not so much but yeah.”

“And I think I understand your liquid panadol comment now. You have been in hospital twice?”

“My appendix was horrible. I sat college exams with a rumbling appendix not knowing what it was, sat in A&E for a long time before I was admitted and then in surgery, they realised my appendix had burst.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah key hold surgery turned into proper surgery and an eight day stay in hospital. It wasn’t nice, let me tell you. It was pretty frightening. I reacted to whatever medicine they were giving me and I started to cough up blood.”

“Jesus Robyn.”

“Yeah, like I said it was frightening, I was ok though, just had to take it easy at home after and I have four scars instead of one. My tonsils were nowhere near as complicated. When I started working in the creche, I was ill every six weeks or so with my tonsils so after six months my doctor referred me to a specialist and three weeks later no more tonsils. I have health insurance, so it happened quickly and touch wood…” Robyn tapped her head. “I have been sore throat free since. I have a fabulous immune system though. Working with children, you become immune to almost everything.”

“I don’t think I want another hospital experience like the one I had or any like yours either but I could do with a stronger immune system at times, especially on set. It can take quite a toll on me after a few weeks and I just get run down and ill. Makes my days harder. I just want to sleep but have to be up at five am to get to set.”

“I can only imagine. Your work comes with such expectations and you to be ‘on’ all the time. At least I can hide in the office if I need too.”

“I might come and hide in your office, or actually, maybe I will just hide out here in your garden instead.”

“Even when it’s raining?”

“Even when it’s raining. I don’t mind the rain.”

“My garden is not as much fun when it rains.”

“Well then I can just lay on your couch.”

“I think it might be time for me to change my locks.” Laughed Robyn.

“Don’t you dare.”

Another easy quiet fell between the two, Robyn lay back on her lounger, while Taron did the same on his, the afternoon sun still glorious on his skin. He enjoyed getting to know Robyn and he secretly loved the fact that she honestly knew nothing about him. It was refreshing and he saw that she genuinely wanted to get to know him and willingly shared as much information with him as he shared with her. She was naturally funny and he loved how easily she made him laugh. It was another feeling he was going to bottle up and keep for when he needed a pick me up.

[getmeoffwithwords]

The Boss (Part1)

The text was simple enough.... “we’re at the office.... take the stairs”.

Her heart raced as she excitedly left the bar and stepped into the busy nighttime street.

This was the first text he had sent her - ever. She thought she could guess what it meant- but then again, maybe she had it all wrong?

He had been her boss for a couple of years. Side by side in glass fronted offices in a corridor of offices on the 4th floor of the modern building.

He was always crisply dressed, suit, handmade shoes, silk tie and expensive watches. He worked hard all day - ultimately professional towards her - almost oblivious to her. His reputation for working late preceded him, often leaving the office many hours after the staff had left.

She hurried along the street and swiped her entry to the office lobby. The text had said to take the stairs.... the lift would make too much noise? She opened the stairwell door and began her 4 storey climb.

When had his behaviour first grabbed her attention? Oh yes- a year ago. She had gone to the bar with friends after work and only then realised she had left her handbag in the office. After a few drinks she had made her way back to the office. Few lights were on as she hurried out of the lift and grabbed her bag from her draw. About to leave again, she had heard something from his office next door - something she couldn’t put her finger on...

In the corridor she popped her head around the corner, expecting to give him a brief wave and good night through the glass - but an altogether unexpected scene met her flitting gaze...

He was standing at his desk, sideways on to her, his laptop open. As she soaked up the scene she became immediately aware of his hand pumping back and forth on his long thick cock jutting rudely from his unzipped trousers. His eyes were fixed on his screen where a group of muscular guys were taking turns fucking a bleached blonde starlet in her tiny skirt and heels... his hand gripped his throbbing slippery shaft firmly as he pumped harder and harder - mimicking the tempo of the screen sluts mouth as it slid up and down one of the cocks on screen...

She knew it was wrong, standing there, watching this private moment of lust, but she couldn’t help it...

Her boss moaned - letting fly a tirade of filthy language as the first of several thick jets of spunk lazily arched from the purple swollen head of his dick, splashing heavily across his desk to the carpet beyond.

She darted away with the image of his fist and cock hanging with pearly white strings of cum in her mind.

That night she had woken to realise she had dreamed the event again and had made herself cum with her fingers in just a couple of minutes while imagining kneeling before his mighty spunking cock...

From that night she had taken more interest in his nightly work habits. Noticing when his desk was cleaner than usual or his suit was different.

Strangely, he had seemed to suddenly notice her too - sometimes even commenting on her clothes or asking her where she drank after work. It was his second line of questions that let to the second event. As she started on the third flight of stairs she re-ran how it had come about. ....

Upon discovering she didn’t drink with any others from the office, he unexpectedly showed up at the bar she was in late one Friday night. She had immediately seen him enter - looking suave and very attractive. Their eyes had met briefly and he had even allowed himself a quick smile.

He sat at the bar and ordered a martini as she continued her girly conversation with her friends. For some reason she didn’t announce him as her boss, but he was quickly noticed by her friends - all of whom judged pretty quickly that he was a fine example of an older man - and attractive. The conversation quickly turned to who amongst them would “do him” if they could...

Her oldest friend Charlotte announced that she would happily fuck him and show him what a younger woman could do!!!!

The night wore on and Charlotte had finally plucked up courage to talk to him. The girls all watched and giggled as she sat beside him. Very quickly Charlotte and the man had left the bar together and headed to the toilets. She had felt a pang of excitement and jealousy and after a few minutes was “persuaded” to go and find out what was going on.

On quietly entering the ladies toilets, she had seen Charlotte’s heels poking out from a cubicle door. Peering into a mirror opposite, she had seen him standing in the cubicle - trousers around his ankles, his strong hands grasping Charlotte’s head as it bobbed back and forth on his hidden cock. He was moaning and pumping his hips with abandon into Charlotte’s face - and in that instant his eyes caught her in the mirror. He fixed her gaze, forced Charlotte’s head onto his cock and moaned “swallow my spunk you dirty slut” as he unleashed a torrent of it down her throat....

She hurried back to the bar and her friends, knowing that her tight panties were wet.... remembering the scene and knowing his words had been for her.

She reached the 4th floor.

The corridor was dark but halfway along the unmistakable glare of his office lights shone into the blackness. Even now she could turn back - she didn’t have to go on.... the tingling wetness trapped behind the cotton of her panties made her.

After the “Charlotte “ incident he had made a point of visiting her bar and blatantly picking up women - leading them to the bathroom - knowing that she would follow and see them.

She had stood in the cubicle next door - listening to them fucking and sucking, hearing him talk to them in the same unashamedly filthy tones - heard him grunt and moan as he emptied his spunk filled balls over them and in them. He had known she was there - the words and the filth were for her.

Tonight had been a bit different. He had turned up later than usual - immediately spotting a group of younger women - they couldn’t have been older than 19 or 20. All dressed for the clubs later - insane heels, tiny dresses or super tight leggings - blondes and brunettes. They were already loud and very tipsy when he arrived and gravitated towards him and his bottle of champagne. He seemed to be celebrating and they wanted a part of it.

They giggled and laughed as he whispered things in their ears, touching knees and arms as he spoke. A second bottle of champagne saw one of the girls begin to whisper in his ear, stroking his thighs. Her friends had found it outrageously comical - she was flirting with a dirty old man - a handsome one - but “old” in their eyes. The girl was wearing a tiny pleated mini skirt, black patent heels and a tight cashmere sweater that hugged her round tight tits. Just a few minutes later they had left together- her friends jeering and clapping as she turned to wink at them...

It was only a minute later that the text had pinged in her phone...

“We’re at the office.... take the stairs”

She cautiously walked down the dark corridor. The office light spilled onto the corporate carpet. She stopped just out of the lights reach and listened.

They were in there, she was giggling and finding him too funny. They were both there for one thing...

She risked a peek around the edge of the glass. The girl was wandering around his office, talking to him over her shoulder... bending at the waist to “look” at his desk, the shelves, out of the dark window. Every bend showed a flash of a white thong pulled tightly between her smooth legs. She giggled “so, dirty old man! Where’s this thing you were going to show me?”

He was standing at his chair, a huge bulge clearly visible in his straining trousers...

She spoke again, teetering closer to the desk until she was perched on it right in front of him, “you can’t call me a dirty little cocktease, and then not show me” she looked up at him, smiling and licking her lips... slowly she spread her legs wide, her thighs pulling the tiny skirt up to reveal her lace covered pussy.... “you said I’d be impressed” she teased, stroking a finger up the front of her panties and licking it like a cock....

In the corridor, she crept closer - getting a better view... the lights in the office turned the glazed wall into a mirror for the couple, with the darkness of the corridor behind protecting her from their gaze...

He reached down to the girls tight panties- stroking her mound and feeling the waxed skin at the edge of the elastic.

“Dirty old man” she smiled, opening her legs a little wider.

He hooked his fingers inside the elastic and stroked his strong fingers beneath..

“You’re wet....” he smiled... “you like the idea of getting fucked by a dirty old man don’t you...”

The girl gasped as he pushed his fingers inside her - working them in and out of her sopping pussy. She pushed her hips onto his pumping fingers - holding his arm - keeping his fingers in just the right place for her pleasure. She moaned - lifting her skirt up with her other hand so she could watch his hand give her pleasure...

In the corridor she pushed her own hand down inside her own damp panties and began to rub her moist pussy.... stretching the thin fabric forward to give her fingers room for the job. She was already wet - desperately wet.

To be continued.....