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kpopfanfictrash · 5 years ago

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Unwind (M)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin / (female) Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: twisted panties, oil, light butt play, fingering, oral (male), spanking, dirty talk, slight degradation, thigh-fucking (?), throat-fucking, non-explained birth control (established relationship)

Genre: Boyfriend!AU

Synopsis: After a terribly crappy birthday, your boyfriend (a highly sought-after massage therapist) decides to turn the night around.

A/N: Basically 5+K of pwp. This is horribly self-indulgent LOL sorry!

Word Count: 5,476

“Jimin,” you laugh, shaking your head. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Have to?” He arches a brow. “I want to.”

“You work all day,” you protest. “The last thing you should have to do when you get home is give another massage.”

“Again,” Jimin says, grin widening. “Who said anything about have to? I want to make you feel good, babe.”

Hiding a smile, you uncross your arms from your chest. Your purse dangles from your wrist, heavy with the weight of both laptop and coffee. Today was what could only be described as a royal clusterfuck. The morning train was late, you stepped in a puddle while crossing the street, missed a large deadline and forgot your lunch at home. Oh, and it was your birthday.

When you texted Jimin all this around 2:30 PM from one of the stalls in the bathroom, he was instantly apologetic.

Jimin: I’m so sorry baby ☹ I saw your lunchbox in the fridge when I left – I should’ve texted you! [2:31 PM]

You laughed a little at this, leaning your head to the stall.

Y/N: In what universe could that ever have been your fault, babe? [2:31 PM]

Jimin: In your birthday universe! Nothing is ever your fault on your birthday [2:31 PM]

Y/N: ha. Tell that to my boss [2:31 PM]

Jimin: ☹ [2:31 PM]

Jimin: Just hang in there, ok? I have a surprise for you when you get home [2:31 PM]

Y/N: no, no, no. You don’t have to do that! I’m just venting [2:32 PM]

Jimin: gotta go, my next appointment is here. Just remember I love you, okay? See you soon, birthday girl [2:32 PM]

He did not respond after that, which was not surprising given his schedule. Jimin was many things, but in a professional capacity he was the most sought-after physical therapist masseuse in the city, specializing in sports medicine. Each day, his office was booked solid with appointments. Everyone on Yelp claimed he was doing God’s work and Jimin loved his job, but the popularity meant he worked long, often odd hours.

Which is why you drew the line at him practicing outside of work. Even on you – even for fun.

“No,” you insist, shaking your head. “Jimin, you massage people all day. I’d feel guilty if I made you do that when you got home.”

Lower lip protruding, Jimin begins to walk closer. He has already set up his massage table in the middle of the apartment, blinds drawn over the windows and lights dimmed like his workspace. Soothing music plays from the corner and he has even gone so far as to diffuse essential oils – orange and lemon waft under your nose. Orange, to decrease anxiety and lemon, to improve mood. Despite yourself, you smile. Jimin is always so thoughtful.

Coming to a stop before you, he stares. Jimin is dressed in a clean, white button-down and slacks – work clothes. “Are you really not going to let me help you relax?” he teases. “And on your birthday?”

Exhaling slow, you glance at the table. Despite all better judgement, you feel a slight pang of longing. It has been such a horrible day and you know Jimin is good at what he does. Due to your purse, your back is aching; your feet are sore from walking around all day – all you really want is for your boyfriend to massage the shit out of you.

“It’s only,” you say, gaze returning to his. “I feel bad.”

Jimin arches a brow. “Why?”

“Because.” You wave a hand at the table. “It’d be like if for your birthday, you asked me to do taxes.”

“But you do our taxes every year. And that’s not even on my birthday.”

“You get what I mean,” you respond, trying hard not to laugh. “I love spreadsheets and data, but that’s not what I want to do when I get home.”

“Okay, first off,” Jimin interrupts. “That’s a lie. You frequently make spreadsheets before our vacations and even went so far as to make a household chores list.”

“Well, that’s just good sense!”

“And second,” he continues, as though you have not spoken. “It’s not quite the same, is it?”

“What do you mean?” you say, watching him take a step closer. Jimin’s expression is decidedly less innocent than before.

“What I mean,” he exhales, taking your purse. “Is that I doubt spreadsheets spark the same interest for you as the idea of my girlfriend, naked on my massage table.”

“Jimin.” Dazedly, you watch him lower your purse to the floor. His hand intertwines with yours, pulling you forward. “That’s… you’re…”

He chuckles, stopping at the clean, white surface. “I just want you to relax, babe,” he says, dropping a kiss to your forehead. Jimin lingers for a moment before pulling away. “It’s been a crappy day, right? Let me make you feel better.”

Finally, you nod and shrug free from your coat. “Okay,” you agree, letting this fall. “Leave, then, and let me get undressed.”

Jimin arches a brow. “You do know I’ve seen you naked before, right?” he asks. “You do know I’m the one who had his mouth between your legs literally two nights ago?”

“Jimin!” you chide, face heating up. “This isn’t about that – this is strictly professional! How am I supposed to relax if I’m constantly thinking about your… you… well, that?”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head as he walks down the hall. “Fine,” he says, disappearing into your bedroom. “Undress as much as you’re comfortable with and get under the sheets. I’ll be out in a minute, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, beginning to strip from your clothes. The lie on the floor for a moment before, changing your mind, you begin to fold them in half.

“Are you folding your clothes?”

You freeze, mid-fold to glance at the bedroom. “Don’t peek!” you call out, squinting down the length of the hall.

“I’m not,” Jimin laughs. “I just know you.”

“Do not!” you yell back, grinning as you place your clothes on top of the counter.

Returning to the massage table, you cock your head to one side. It is massage protocol to strip down as much as you prefer. It means you could be naked under the sheet but honestly, you do not trust yourself, nor Jimin to remain professional if you do. So, leaving your black panties on, you shimmy beneath the covers.

At the last moment, you unhook your bra to fling across the room. There is a thin line between propriety and missing the entire point of the massage, after all.

A few minutes later, Jimin calls out, “Can I come back now?”

“Yes,” you respond, head buried in the hole of the table.

Footsteps reach your ears, padding down the length of the hall. Jimin’s bare feet stop before you, wriggling his toes and making you giggle. You listen to the sound of him moisturizing his hands and inhale, eyelids fluttering when you smell eucalyptus.

“Are you ready?” he asks, voice dropping an octave.

You nod, stilling when Jimin pulls your hair to one side. Delicately, he tugs the sheet from your shoulders, lowering this until it pools around your waist. Shutting your eyes at the chill, you fight back a shiver when Jimin’s hands touch your back.

“Inhale,” he demands, quiet.

You do.

“Now, exhale.”

Obeying, you try not to move.

“Good,” Jimin says, sounding pleased.

There is a smirk to his voice, and you would tell him off, but his hands are already moving. He starts off gently, applying light pressure to each part of your back. Jimin makes his way down your body, giving each muscle group attention before returning to your head.

There is another pump of something, and his hands return to your body, now slick with oil. You inhale sharply, but Jimin does not respond. Thumbs finding the grooves in your back, he slowly traces up and back down. Palms seeking your skin, he gently rubs oil into your body. Each time he nears your lower back, he remains strictly professional. It is as though there are giant, red lines marking the no-go spots on your skin. Very Fifty Shades of him.

The moment you think this, you stifle a laugh. Jimin would think this funny but before you can tell him, his hands return to your shoulders. Increasing the pressure, he begins to knead the sore muscle.

“Is the pressure good?” he asks, business-like.

Nodding into the terrycloth, you realize he cannot see. “Yes,” you say, exhaling. “It’s perfect.”

Jimin laughs quietly. “Harder?”

His voice is teasing and you stiffen. “Jimin…” you mutter, a warning.

He truly laughs now, somewhat abashed. “Okay, okay. I promise that, from now on, I’ll be on my best behavior. This is just about you – fuck,” Jimin huffs, lowering his forearm to your back. “Do you sit hunched at your computer every day, Y/N?”

“I work in an office!” you complain, whining into the table.

Making a noise of dismissal, Jimin steadily works on the muscle. You wince, feeling him find several knots. “You should do exercises,” he says, grumbling to himself. “Every few hours, look up at the ceiling and then down at the floor. Roll your shoulders a bit. It will do wonders, I promise.”

“Noted,” you say, exhaling deeply.

Jimin chuckles. “Sorry, baby.” Leaning down, he presses a kiss to your neck. His hands continue their work. “I just want you to be healthy. To feel good.”

“Mm, I feel pretty good right now,” you say, closing your eyes.

Jimin laughs, falling silent when he begins to ease over your shoulders. His fingers expertly knead muscle, wiping the tension bit by bit from your body. God – now, you understand why Jimin is so in demand as a masseuse. He knows just what to do which has you melting into the table.

Gently, Jimin takes your arm to stretch the ligaments. His hands smooths down your bicep, easing the stress of that one workout this week. When he flips your hand in his, you audibly sigh. Jimin’s touch stays gentle, stretching your fingertips back one by one. With the pads of his thumbs, he begins to massage your palm.

A groan escapes.

Jimin pauses. “Baby,” he murmurs. “You can’t make those noises on my table.”

“Why not?” you mumble into the sheets.

“Because you make the same noises with my cock down your throat.”

“Jimin!”

He laughs, easing his hands up your shoulders. “Shh.” Jimin presses another kiss to your neck. “See – that’s why you can’t make those noises. I’m trying to be a professional.”

“Do you kiss all your patients’ necks?”

Kissing you again, Jimin pulls back. “No. Now, stay quiet and let me make you less tense.”

You snort, nearly missing the sound of oil hitting the table. When Jimin’s hands return to your back, he glides smoothly down the panes of your body. Inhaling slowly, you exhale and try to focus on the sensation. This is not Jimin, you tell yourself. This is just a nice massage by a stranger; not by your devastatingly handsome boyfriend who is good with his hands.

This helps for a bit, until Jimin’s hands find your lower back. “Can I remove the sheet?” he asks, softer than before.

After a brief pause, you nod. “Y-yeah.”

Ignoring your stammer, Jimin simply removes the sheet and drapes this over a chair. “Is the temperature alright?” Jimin asks. The massage oil bottle is lifted again.

“It’s good.”

“Good,” Jimin responds, hands finding your legs. He goes lower, traveling from your upper thighs to calves and oiling your skin. Eyes closed, you savor the feeling of his well-practiced fingers.

Jimin huffs, breaking the silence. “Baby. Are you doing those stretches I taught you after you run?”

Your eyes snap open. “Jimin,” you half-laugh. When you try to turn and face him, he presses a hand on your back. “I thought this was supposed to relax me?”

“It is!” he insists, although you can hear the grin in his voice. “Your calves are just tight – that has to be painful!”

“Huh.” You snuggle lower on the table. “Maybe if you massaged them every night, they’d feel better.”

Chuckling, Jimin’s thumbs slide up the back of your legs. “Someone’s greedy.”

“You’re just… really good at this.”

“You think?” Jimin’s breath hitches when he reaches your thighs. He hesitates for a moment, fingers close to your panties. “Would you like me to continue?” he asks, almost pleasant. “To the gluteus region?”

“... you want to massage my butt.”

“The gluteus region,” Jimin repeats, dragging both hands down your thighs. “I want to help you relax and right now, your gluteus region is tense.”

“Probably because you’re staring at it.”

“I mean, it’s a nice butt.”

“Professionalism!” you scold, grinning into the sheet.

Jimin’s hands hover at your panties. “Well?”

You consider for a moment. “Do your worst.”

Jimin chuckles, hands sliding to either side of your ass. “Breathe in deeply,” he instructs, waiting until you obey. “Now, exhale.”

You follow.

Jimin begins in a professional manner, working mainly the outer muscles. Using elbow and forearm, he massages until you begin to relax. Sinking further into the table, you begin to forget this is Jimin at all. It has been such a long day and his hands feel so good, wiping pain from your body.

Except.

As Jimin begins to knead lower, his thumbs slip briefly beneath the lace of your panties. You still on the table, eyes opening to stare at the floor. Jimin pauses, unmoving before he does it again. Both his thumbs trace the groove where your ass meets your thigh and you stiffen a moment, before pushing your ass into his hands.

Jimin swears under his breath.

This is all the warning you have before he grips the sides of your underwear. Tugging roughly upwards, he exposes your ass on the table. You gasp, panties twisting in the wetness of your folds. You should say something. You should scold Jimin about the professional nature of this massage but instead, you decide – fuck it.

Arching a little, you press your legs tightly together.

Jimin inhales, hands still on your ass. His thumb traces your panties, teasing the skin just beneath the material. Each time he does this, he trails closer and closer to your sex. His fingers do not falter, though; not once does he move to give you what you crave.

The fabric of your underwear is tight on your sex, rubbing in a way which feels wholly indecent. Your panties are sticky, damp with arousal and it is not just the oil which has you dripping. Each tantalizing trace of his fingers makes you whimper but still, Jimin does nothing.

As soon as you think this, he grasps your ass firmly to spread your cheeks apart on the table.

“Fuck,” you hiss, arching against him.

Unable to take anymore, you lift your head to see him. Jimin stares back, neediness in his gaze. “Can I?” he pleads, hands still on your ass. “Please, baby… let me make you feel good. Like this.”

Unable to think of a coherent response, you nod.

Determination enters his gaze and, before you can move, he cups your heat with one hand. Still looking at you, Jimin’s middle finger drags up the length of your sex. He strokes over you slowly, pushing your underwear aside and into the mess of your slick. Shuddering, you cross both arms on the table to bury your head in your hands.

Arching upwards, you hear Jimin chuckle. “These,” he murmurs, gripping your panties. “They need to go.”

You do not protest, lifting your hips to aid him in slipping them off your legs. When you are finally naked on the table, Jimin walks to your front. Lifting your head, you meet his gaze once again.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, soft.

“Take off your shirt,” you demand.

He nods. Grasping the hem, Jimin lifts this overhead to drop on the floor. Once he is shirtless, Jimin reaches out for a different bottle of oil.

Seeing the label, your jaw drops. “Hey!” you cry, reading erotic massage on the label. “You lied! You said this was strictly professional!”

Jimin smirks. “It is,” he agrees, repositioning himself at your ass. “Or, it was. Until you started making those noises.”

“You had that bottle on the table.”

“Preparing myself,” he explains, drizzling oil over your body, “for the inevitable.”

When his hands begin to slip up your ass, you groan. “I – oh, fine. Whatever.”

Jimin chuckles, cupping your cheeks with both hands. “Whatever?” he teases, finger slipping lower. “Is that you saying you want more?”

Giving in, you nod against the table. Already, you feel so on edge – the oil between your legs is driving you crazy. Leaning forward, Jimin brushes a kiss to your spine while his hand slips further forward. Cupping your pussy, the tips of his fingers brush over your clit. When he feels your body tense at the motion, Jimin inhales and repeats.

Rubbing slow circles, he slides his thumb into your cunt. You gasp, jerking forwards and Jimin squeezes your ass. “Bad,” he teases, breathless. “Stay still. It’ll feel deeper that way.”

Though you whimper, you nod and press your thighs tighter together. Jimin continues to stroke your sex, getting you swollen and messy against the sheet. His thumb rests inside you, unmoving despite the way your walls squeeze around him. Gently kissing your spine, Jimin’s chest finds your thigh while you squirm on the table.

“More?” he whispers.

Fervently, you nod. “Feels so good, Jimin. Please.”

His smile widens against your skin. If there is one thing your boyfriend loves, it is praise. As he withdraws, you whimper and push your ass backwards. You must seem needy, naked and rutting against him, but you know Jimin likes it. He likes watching you fuck yourself for his attention.

Spreading your thighs slowly, Jimin drizzles more oil between your legs. He stares at you for a moment, watching the beads drip down to your sex. Whimpering, your hands clench around nothing because you do not dare move, yet the feeling is torture. The oil mixes into your slick, pooling beneath you on the sheet of the table – you groan.

Jimin’s fingers scissor your folds, sliding up and down the length of your sex. His thumb slips over your asshole, wet with oil and arousal. “Is this what you want?” he teases, pushing against the hole.

You whimper, stretching to accommodate the little he moves. Jimin rests for a moment, letting you adjust to the feeling. His thumb is slick – so is your body and, after a few seconds, a raw sort of pleasure begins to spread through your limbs.

“Oh,” you groan, going limp on the table. “Jimin.”

Withdrawing, Jimin wipes his hand on the sheet. “Not yet,” he says, sliding a different finger into your cunt.

“Shit,” you swear, buckling. “Yes. There!”

Chuckling lightly, Jimin adds a second finger. “There?” he teases, spreading the digits.

You groan, feeling him slowly scissor your walls. Jimin starts to slide in and out, fucking you with his fingers. “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well. Can you take more?”

“Mhm,” you agree, turning your head on the sheet. “Harder, Jimin.”

Gaze darkening, Jimin nods and roughly, he shoves a third finger inside you. You groan, feeling stuffed from the motion until he snaps his wrist forward, fucking you hard. Loud, wet squelches fill the apartment as you are thrust crudely forward, nipples brushing the sheet.

Still, Jimin does not relent. Grasping your ass with one hand, he begins to move harder. You cannot help but wish his fingers were his cock, spreading you wider. When you glance over, you see Jimin has a raging hard-on beneath his slacks and know this will not be the end of tonight.

Not with how he bites down on his lip, staring at your pussy like a man on the brink. When he snaps his wrist forward, a fresh wave of arousal soaks the sheet beneath you. Moaning his name, your toes curl on the table. Tantalizingly slow, Jimin slides his thumb into your ass.

Hands twisting in the sheet, your orgasm slams into you with a gasp. For a moment you see stars, clenching around him as you choke on his name. Everything feels fuzzy, muted as you come back to reality.

Gently, Jimin presses a kiss to the your spine. His thumb slips from your ass, fingers withdrawing as you relax on the table. Exhaling deeply, you struggle to open your eyes. Every part of you tingles, aflame and you cannot help but want more.

Jimin slides a hand up your folds. “What’s this?” he murmurs, seeing how wet you still are. Although you shudder at the sensitivity, you do not push him away. “Do you want more, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

Walking to the front of the table, Jimin comes to a stop. His cock rests at eye-level, making your mouth water.

Gently, he grasps your chin in one hand. “Are you sure?”

Turning your head, you lick the side of his finger. Jimin’s lips part, watching you lap at your arousal.

“Oh,” he murmurs, lowering himself to eye-level. “You are greedy, aren’t you? That’s good.” Lightly, he kisses your lips. “Whatever you want, tonight.”

You whimper when he pulls away, your chin still held firm in his grasp. Jimin stills and holds your mouth before his zipper. His bulge is now obvious, straining the seams of his pants.

“Wanna suck your cock,” you pout, glancing from beneath your lashes.

Without further ado, Jimin undoes his belt. Pulling this from his pants, he drops this on the floor and yanks down his zipper. His black boxer-briefs are barely able to hide the hard cock underneath. Still grasping your chin, Jimin lewdly grabs his package.

“Are you sure you can handle it?” he demands, not looking away. “Sure you want me to fuck your throat?”

“Want it, Jimin. I want you.”

Inhaling softly, the tip of his tongue touches the corner of his mouth. Without further ado, Jimin tugs his briefs below his ass. You cannot help but moan when his cock springs free from the fabric. He’s just so pretty and hard – thick, needy and wanting to get sucked.

Obediently, you open your mouth. Jimin fails to waste time, shuffling forward to place his tip between your lips. Lowering his cock to your tongue, he watches you lick the head. Moving forward, you seek more – until finally, Jimin releases your chin and grasps your hair.

He thrusts forward, pushing his cock past your lips. As you swirl your tongue, you taste his whole member. Acting on instinct, JImin wraps your hair tighter and you fight back a moan. As he withdraws, Jimin allows you to see his cock wet with saliva.

After another long pause, Jimin thrusts inside. Your mouth takes him easily, sucking hard on whatever he puts past your lips. Teasing, you hollow your cheeks and stare at him from the table. Jimin’s gaze hardens, hair falling forward to begin fucking your mouth. His hips move slow at first, increasing in speed when you moan around his cock.

“So good, baby,” he pants. “So fucking good like that. You look so damn good when you gag on my dick.”

As though to prove his point, Jimin thrusts even deeper. You choke when he hits the back of your throat, eyes watering sharply as Jimin smiles. Gently, he reaches down to wipe your eyes.

“So pretty,” he murmurs as he withdraws. “Think I wanna fuck you for real now, though.”

You nod, overeager and Jimin chuckles. He walks to the side of the table, gently helping you turn over.

“Can you walk?” Jimin looks at you critically. His thumb traces a gentle path up your throat. “Or do you need me to carry you?”

As tempting as the offer sounds, you shake your head. Every part of you feels beautifully pliant; ready and willing to let Jimin have his way with you. You can make it as far as the bed.

“Yeah?” he asks, careful.

When you nod a second time, Jimin gives in and helps you down from the table.

Grasping his arms, you sway for a moment. “Oh!” you gasp, core clenching around nothing.

The inside of your thighs are slippery from coming and seeing him like this, cock red and aching, makes your core throb.

“Careful.” Jimin hides a smile. “Can’t have you falling apart on me yet, Y/N.”

Turning around, his fingers intertwine with yours to tug you down the hall. As soon as you enter the bedroom, Jimin turns around to seize your mouth in a kiss.

“Mm,” he exhales, mouth opening yours.

Hands skimming your body, he moves even lower to cup your ass. Pulling you against him, Jimin’s bare cock pushes between your thighs. Slowly rutting forward, his tongue moves past your lips in a similar similar motion. Reaching even lower, Jimin grabs himself in one hand.

Breaking apart, he glances down to move his tip to your clit. This makes you whimper, still overly sensitive, but Jimin lingers only a moment. Pushing past your clit, he slides between your legs. Your thighs are still slippery with oil and cum, allowing Jimin’s cock to glide smoothly forward.

“Oh,” you exhale, eyes wide.

Gaze darkening, Jimin does this again. His cock slips between your folds, rubbing each inch of your sex before he withdraws. Feeling him this way feels oddly intimate – even more so when he re-grips your ass with both hands.

“Tell me when to stop,” Jimin grunts.

Without further warning, he plunges between you. Grasping his arms, your head spins a little when he starts to move faster. Holding tight to your ass, Jimin fucks between your legs. His length is dripping each time he pulls back, soaked thoroughly in your needy arousal.

“God.” Jimin pulls out. “Now,” he begs, gaze snapping to yours. “I have to fuck you now, Y/N. I need it.”

“I,” you exhale. “Yes. Where?”

“This is your day, baby,” he murmurs, bending to kiss your neck. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

“Against the wall,” you groan, head lolling back. “There.”

Pulling away, Jimin grasps your hand and tugs forward. When you reach the aforementioned wall, he turns you around and presses your palms to the wallpaper. Stopping behind you, Jimin’s hand slips between your legs.

“Ah,” he inhales, as his lips find your neck. Two of his fingers stretch your now-dripping walls. “Such a tight, wet pussy for me. How badly do you want my cock, baby?”

“Bad,” you gasp. “So bad. I need you inside me.”

Grasping his cock, Jimin teases his length up and down your wet folds. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“Jimin,” you pant, pushing your hips backwards. “Please.”

“Look who’s needy,” he says, sounding smug. Jimin places his tip at your opening. “But since you said please.”

Before you can respond, he thrusts inside you. Moaning out loud, your knees buckle at the suddenly too-full feeling. Jimin is there in an instant, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other interlaces with your hand on the wall. Hips pressed snug to your ass, he keeps you hostage against him.

Chuckling softly, Jimin kisses your cheek. “That’s it, baby,” he says, withdrawing slowly to thrust back in.

You gasp, breasts hitting the wall as his length jars you forward. His hips do not falter. Already, you have come once from his teasing – Jimin knows that for a second orgasm, you need his cock hard and rough. The deeper, the better.

“Fuck,” Jimin grunts, pulling you back on his length. “You’re squeezing me so tight, babe. How did I get so lucky? Such a tight, wet cunt – all for me.”

“I’m. The. Lucky. One,” you gasp, in time with his thrusts.

You are barely hanging on while he continues to fuck you. Jimin’s hips are relentless, hammering into you as you begin to see stars. Legs shaking, you fight to stay upright through the pleasure he gives you.

“That’s it,” Jimin breathes, tightly gripping your waist. “Stay with me, baby.”

Reaching backwards, you manage to grab hold of his ass. “Harder, Jimin,” you beg. “Tear me open – I want it, God, I want it.”

“Yeah?” he grunts, pushing you against the wall.

Playing with your nipple in one hand, his cock somehow gets even deeper. Now, you are whimpering, begging him to keep going because you are so fucking close. Luckily, he knows exactly what you need.

“Is that what you want?” Raising a palm, he roughly slaps your ass. “Want to be sore tomorrow, is that it? Want to feel my dick deep inside you? Wince every time you sit down? I want everyone in your office to see you walking around and know I fucked you so good. That I came so deep inside you, your panties are still wet.”

“Yes!” Reaching between your legs, you rub over yourself. “Fuck, Jimin,” you moan. “Keep going.”

Spanking you harder, he makes you cry out in pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Jimin croons. “Touch yourself like that. I’ve got you – I’ll make you come, don’t worry. That’s my good girl,” he breathes, hips slamming against your ass. “That’s my sweet, little princess. My filthy cock-slut. Sound so sweet when you come on my cock.”

With a final thrust, he pushes you over the edge. As you cry out his name, you slump on the wall as your right hand goes limp. Jimin continues to hold on, fucking you harder through the most intense orgasm of your life. A few thrusts later, he comes inside you. Hot ropes of cum coat your walls, making you moan and lower your head to the wall.

Jimin stays there for a moment, cock softening inside you. At last, he exhales and gently kisses your neck. “Shit,” he chuckles, withdrawing. One of his hands cups your center. “I probably should’ve made sure there was a tissue in reach before I started fucking you, yeah?”

“Jimin,” you groan, still smushed between him and the wall. “I can’t stand for much longer.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin says. “Hold that,” he demands, letting your hand replace his. “I’ll be right back with a towel.”

“Hurry!” you whine.

Jimin disappears into the bathroom, lights flicking on before, a few seconds later, he reemerges with a damp towel. “Here,” he chuckles, cleaning you off. Once finished, he raises a brow. “Now, do you need that lift to the bed?”

Silently, you hold out your arms. Jimin laughs, tossing the cloth on the ground.

“Jimin!” you protest. Before you can say more, he bends and lifts you over his shoulder. “Jimin!” you squeal, laughing when he starts to carry you.

Spanking your ass again, he immediately rubs the sore spot. “Sorry,” Jimin grins, setting you down on the bed. “I probably left a mark.”

“I don’t care.” Sighing happily, you stretch out like a cat. “That was the best gift ever.”

Smiling, Jimin jogs to grab the towel and toss this into a hamper. When he returns, Jimin takes a running start to land on the bed. He collapses beside you, rolling over to cage you within his arms.

“Sorry we didn’t finish the massage,” Jimin whispers, blinking adorably.

You smile, carding both hands through his hair. “It’s okay,” you say, thumbs rubbing his cheeks. Jimin’s naked body is warm, flushed against yours. “I definitely feel less tense now.”

“Oh, yeah?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to yours.

“Mhm,” you agree, smiling into his kiss. “Ten out of ten, in terms of effectiveness.”

“Ten out of ten, you said?” Jimin’s smile widens. “I hope you intend to prove that theory.”

“Of course,” you nod, lowering your head to his chest. “As soon as I take a quick nap.”

Jimin chuckles, smoothing hair back from your face. “I love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, too.”

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the-dragons-knight · 4 years ago

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WoLtober 2020

Day #1) As you Wish

Wish - ‘to want; desire; to long for’

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Exhausted was an understatement for how Katsum felt as she trudged through the streets of the Pillars towards Borel manor. It had been a long flight through the outlands in the Garlean provinces, dodging the imperial missiles and downing some of the airships for good measure. She and Raihogg had lost sight of them in the mountains just beyond the Ghymlit Dark, and by then, both she and the red dragon were nearly drained from fighting. When they finally entered the city, it was long past the nightly bells, nearly the middle of the night. There had been a few guards here and there, yet Katsum had kept her eyes towards home. The only thing keeping her going was the promise of the warmth of the manor’s hearth and the strength she would find in her beloved’s embrace.

The snow fell softly on her armor and cape, and she flicked her ears to keep the cold flecks from settling on them. A puff of white, freezing breath left Katsum’s lips as she trudged past the Astrologian’s guild, the glowing windows of the manor acting as a shining beacon for her tired eyes. She hugged her armored arms as she struggled towards the entrance. She wondered if Aymeric had fallen asleep yet as the lamps were still lit and she knew at this hour the house staff had gone home. With the late hours he had been working, he had been falling asleep rather quickly after getting home, yet just as she thought this, movement in the parlor window caught her eye. She looked up just in time to see Aymeric de Borel’s gaze shining down on her, a bright smile spreading across his face as he waved. She felt her body gain some strength at seeing his handsome features and she forced her own smile as she hurried her pace and he turned to leave the parlor and meet her at the door. As the tired Miqo’te ascended the stairs and reached the door, it opened wide to the smiling face of the Lord Commander and she collapsed into his arms.

“Oh, Katsum!” He caught her as she fell, wrapping her tightly in his arms as Katsum snuggled into his chest, “Thank goodness, I was worried about you,” He pulled her with him into the manor and closed the door behind them and she started shivering at the change in temperature, “You’re freezing, love!”

“Had t-to...fly over the mountaintops...to get home...s-sooner...” Katsum mumbled into his neck, pressing her face into his warmth, “It has been...a long day...”

“I can only imagine. Here, let me help you out of your armor,” He led her over to the bench in the foyer and sat her down before kneeling down to pull off the buckles on her boots and greaves. Katsum’s ears fell flat a little in embarrassment and she moved to fumble with the buckles on her gauntlets and gloves to try and pull them free, yet she quickly caught up to her and gently took her hand from her with a warm smile, making her heart melt as she let him take off the rest of her armor, cape, and coronet. Once she was freed from the frost covered steel pieces, he turned to her, “Would you like a hot bath to warm up with?”

Katsum looked down in her lap suddenly feeling a bit shy as she replied, “That sounds n-nice, yes...but are you s-sure you feel like it…?”

“Of course, I would love nothing more. But you must let me carry you,” Before she could speak, Aymeric reached out to her and pulled her arm up around his neck before leaning down and sweeping her off the chair and into his arms, “Let me take care of my sweet little wife, as I have missed her so today.”

She wanted to protest, yet the moment she felt the warmth of his arms and chest felt around her, she wouldn’t dare to, laying her head on his shoulder as he moved towards the stairs and carried her up to their room. She felt him place a kiss on her forehead, “Where did you travel to today?”

She sighed as she breathed in his smell, “The provinces. Was following a lead.”

“I see. That explains why it took you so long to get home then,” He stopped at the door of their bedroom and moved sideways to pull down the handle to step inside, “Did you find who you were looking for?”

“No...the soldiers moved them before I could. They heard I was coming...so the search continues.”

“Hmm. I am sorry to hear that, my love. I know you and your father have been searching for your mother for quite a while. I hope you can catch them soon.”

She sighed again sadly and nuzzled his cheek, “Yeah...me too...”

He walked them into the bathroom that was adjoined to their bedroom and set her down on the stool sitting beside the tub as he lit the candelabras around the room so he could see to turn on the water, “Can you remove the rest of your clothes? If not, I shall help once I ready the water.”

She blushed a bit, “I-I can undress myself...”

He chuckled, “As you wish, my dear.”

He turned back to the bath while she set about pulling at the strings and laces of her tunic and sleeves, loosening them to pull it over her head and fold it before setting it on the floor beside her. Her fingers trembled as she pulled at the cord on her trousers to pull them off at well, taking off her socks too and settling them down. She glanced over at Aymeric’s back as she was left only in her underclothes now, her tail curling in her lap to cover herself. Though they had been married for a few years or so, she still got moments of bashfulness when in moments of undress, at least at first. He was her first love after all, her first and - if she had any say in it - her last one as well, so of course she was certainly not used to being so exposed in front of another person, even after the many nights of their love making. Suddenly, a very familiar scent filled her nose and her attention was captured by it. Her eyes fell on the vial of essential oil that he was adding to the water, the sweet scent of the Azyema’s Rose filling the air. He must have felt her eyes and glanced back, seeing that she was still sitting in her under clothes, worry flooding his expression, “Do you need assistance?”

Her fur stood on end as she tucked her tail closer and tore her eyes away from his, “N-No...I’m ok...”

He chuckled, but nodded and turned back to the water, rolling up his sleeves to mix the water and the oils. Katsum quickly rid herself of her under clothes while he was looking away, not hiding herself completely from him, but still curling her fluffy tail around in her lap. She watched him as he finished his work and then turned towards her slightly and holding out a hand for her, politely keeping his eyes turned away from her.as she bashfully covered herself with her arms and tail. He helped her slowly step over the edge of the tub, holding onto her hand as she sank into the warm water up to her shoulders. She leaned against the edge of the tub as she closed her eyes and sighed happily, her tail waving under the water as she let go of his hand.

“May I massage you?”

Her ears perked as she glanced back at him,seeing a small grin on his face as she waited for her answer. She could not deny that her muscle did ache from fighting, so she nodded and pressed back against the side of the tub, back some as she nodded, absentmindedly leaning towards him as he drew near. She felt his fingers brush her neck and then her chin, holding her as he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

“Tell me if there is any pain, or if mine attentions are too rough, alright?” She could feel his smile on her cheek as he said this, and she huffed softly.

“Ok...I shall,” Katsum murmured softly in response, “Help me to relax and rest better for the night.”

“As you wish, my dear wife,” She felt his fingers slide over her skin back down to her shoulders where he gently caressed the muscles there thoughtfully, “Still, the sentiment remains.”

She nodded and he kissed her just behind her jaw. She felt his hands knead into her shoulders gently, and her ears twitched backward as she sighed. Her eyes slid shut as she pressed closer to his hands, feeling his palms press into the back of her shoulders before his fingers ghosted over where her shoulder blades met her neck, rubbing the tightened muscles tenderly until they loosened. She felt his warmth disappear for a moment, and she almost opened her eyes to look back when she heard the sound of the vial being opened again. His hands returned shortly after, the chill of the oils on her skin making her shiver lightly and the massage resumed. As her body began to relax, she felt herself drifting in and out of sleep, trying to keep herself awake to enjoy this moment with her beloved Elezen. She heard Aymeric chuckle quietly as his fingers moved to her arms and worked his way down to her fingertips on one before moving to the other. Katsum almost felt herself drifting off completely, all thought fleeing from her mind under Aymeric’s careful attentions.

“Aymeric...” Katsum finally got herself to speak, though her voice was quiet and spoke of her nearly falling asleep.

“Yes, my lady?” She felt his warm breath tickle her feline ear, “What would you ask of me?”

“Come join me,” She mumbled, turning in the water to face him and pressing her forehead against his, her earlier shyness forgotten as she pulled her arms out of the water to wrap around his neck and drench the collar of his house coat, “You’ve been working so much lately... you deserve a moment to rest too.”

She felt him chuckle as he leaned forward and stole a sweet kiss from her lips, “Are you sure?”

She nodded as she opened her eyes again to blink at him sleepily, trying her best to give him a pouting expression, “Yeah. Come enjoy the water with me.”

His eyebrows raised as he quietly, unwinding one of her hands to kiss the back of it, “Your wish is my command, my queen. It would be my honor. But you must let me go so I may undress first.”

#katsum almor #aymeric de borel #aymeric x katsum #aymeric de borel x katsum almor #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #ffxiv writing #warrior of light #heavensward #otp writing #self indulgence piece #self indulgent #aymeric de borel x wol #wol/aymeric de borel #aymeric x wol #woltober #woltober2020

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maxparkhurst · 5 years ago

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Trial and Error

May 29th

Deep breath in…

Slow breath out.

Time felt nonexistent in this surreal space. Max watched the shop’s amber glow shift along the water’s surface. It was almost like being in another plane of existence; an existence where her body was independent of her head, and where she filled her lungs with water instead of air. She wondered if this was what being pickled in a jar would feel like, adrift in stagnant water with only the pressure in your ears for company. She had to admit, it wasn’t so bad.

Deep breath in…

Slow breath out.

Augustine’s silhouette glided across the surface and reflected back at Max in its ripples. He stared intently at his pocket watch, his lips puckered in a demur pout as he nodded in tandem to each beat. It was like watching him through a distorted looking glass- his childlike features warped into a pseudo version of himself. Max stared curiously at her brother, knowing full well he couldn’t see her, and allowed a subtle smile to touch her lips. There was a bit of euphoria to be found submerged in water. She was free to observe the world unobstructed through this slightly askew lens; everything else- sound, smell, touch- muted. Restricted to only one sense, Max felt weightless and light.

Deep breath in…

She held that breath as she followed Auggie’s form. He crossed the basin’s length and disappeared over the side. Her lips parted in protest when her lungs seized. A bright, poignant sting started from her nostrils and ran all the way down her throat as her shoulders buckled. Drowning. The thought struck Max in a flash. I’m drowning!

Max erupted from the water, drenching the floor in her wake. Hunched over the basin, she heaved and retched into it. The contents of her stomach emptied and the water clear from her lungs, she fell back onto her haunches and gulped down as much air as she could muster. It took her a moment to realize Augustine was by her side. He patted her back vigorously with one hand and threw a towel over her head with the other, drying her hair before a chill could set it. “How long was that?” she wheezed between breaths.

Augustine paused. He bit his lip and focused his efforts on toweling Max dry. After a prolonged silence, he answered, “Four hours.”

“Damn it.” She said in a whisper, her voice coarse against her raw throat. Her fist smacked into the floor. “Just...Damn it.”

“I thought we had it that time…” Augustine lamented. He settled cross-legged next to Max, slipping off his glasses to clean them on the edge of his shirt. He inspected them bleary-eyed in the light and breathed a dejected sigh. “Was hoping we would, anyway.”

A twinge of guilt tugged at Max when she saw the dark circles under his eyes. He must’ve been exhausted. She couldn’t blame him; they’d been at it for hours. Slivers of grey light peeked through the drawn curtains, washing the siblings and their efforts strewn across the shop in a muted glow. Candles burnt to the nub, books cracked half-open on their spines, papers covered front to back with scrawlings, and ooze-filmed vials laid scattered across the shop’s floor and counter. The cauldron frothed with their latest edition of Aquatic Breathing, its putrid scent of Blackmouth Oil mingling with the bile floating in chunky motes inside the water basin; both were doomed to be dumped in the back alley.

Max smacked the sleep from her cheeks and pulled them taunt with a frustrated groan. “I don’t get it… Where are going wrong?”

They’d tried nearly everything; extracted the basic oils from the stranglekelp, distilled and reduced the Blackmouth oil, let the whole affair simmer in calcium and lime sulfates, and even threw in a pinch of salt for added measures. Its potency was fine. It made breathing under water almost feel like second nature, unlike their first attempt which almost ended in Max waterboarding herself. Duration, that’s what it lacked. To last eight hours they needed a key component. Something specific, yet simple.

“Something,” Max thought. She pressed her lips together and rubbed at her temples. “Something crucial but glaringly obvious. Run through it: Calcination, Dissolution, Separation, Conjunction, Distillation-”

“What did you eat?” Augustine tucked his glasses on top of his head, gingerly peering into the water basin. His nose wrinkled at the rancid scent which drifted up from it. “Smells like ripe cheese. Do you chew?!”

“Ripe cheese…” Max echoed. She perked up as a thought flashed. Her lips curled with a manic grin. “You genius boy. Ripe cheese!” she exclaimed, leaping to her feet.

Augustine dumbfoundedly blinked at Max. “I’m not following…”

“You-you-you ferment it! You ferment cheese to make it ripe, right?!” She gestured wildly in the air before promptly turning on a heel. She swept the counter clear of its vials and candle nubs and opened its drawers, rummaging through them in search of her chalk. “It makes the taste…” She snapped her fingers as if it would summon the right words. “Makes it taste.. I don’t know… More potent!”

Auggie’s glasses slipped from his curls and plopped down onto the bridge of his nose. “So...We’re making cheese?” he questioned, canting his head.

“No!” Max snapped, slapping a box of chalk onto the counter. “Focus, Augustine! We’re fermenting the Stranglekelp and then extracting the oils.”

“Oh…” Auggie drawled. He pushed his glasses up and rose to his feet, tentative in approaching his sister. He watched as she drew one large circle on the counter followed by a series of smaller ones inside all connected with a single, angular line. “Do we even have enough time?”

“No,” Max said pointedly. She discarded the chalk over her shoulder and brushed the dust from her fingers. “So we’re going to cheat a little.”

Augustine’s eyes widened with sudden realization. “Oh!” he chimed, looking down at the transmutation circle inscribed on the wood. His awe melted into a mild perturbation as he lifted a brow. “I thought you said the Siren’s Stone was only used for emergencies?”

Max spread hands out with a nonchalant shrug, looking off with a tired smile. “I deem this an emergency.”

“I deem it as you having too much coffee and not enough sleep.” Augustine balked when Max shot him a look and sleeked off with a sheepish grin. “I-I’ll get the kelp…”

Max chuffed and turned her attention to the circle. She noted its curvature and made certain that each line connected with the correct node; transmutation was a complicated art and a wrong connotation could spell disaster for their project. When all was double checked and a pile of kelp was placed in the certain, Max ducked under the counter and retrieved a lock box hidden in its shadows. There was nothing ornate or complicated about it. Just a wooden box and bronze lock sealed away the single most valuable object the Parkhurst’s owned- a Siren’s Stone.

The box’s key laid hidden amongst the miscellaneous objects cluttering the desk’s drawers. The idea of keeping it in such an obvious place may have looked negligent from an outsider’s perspective, but in Max’s mind it was the ultimate safety precaution. She rarely knew of people who checked beneath their noses. She fumbled with the box’s tumbler and cracked it open, her face washed with a crimson glow. A Siren’s Stone, not quite unlike a Philosopher's Stone, was an essential component in transmutation. It was the driving kinetic force. The only difference between it and its counterpart was that a Siren’s Stone had a limited number of charges before it became unstable and disintegrated. Max couldn’t remember the last time she’d used it; it was anyone’s guess to how many more uses she’d get out of it.

She laid the stone amongst the bundle of kelp. It glimmered with an ethereal, crimson light like a ruby buried in a pile of mud. Her hands hovered above the circle as the air grew dense. Augustine watched from over the counter’s lip, huddled behind it in case things went arie. Max flexed her gloved fingers and closed her eye.

Deep breath in…

Slow breath out…

Her hands clapped together, their echo resonating in the growing quiet.

Focus on your intent.

Max felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as an electric current coursed through the shop. It pulsed from the stone, its light growing brighter by the second. Vials shook in their castes and books shivered in their shelves which teetered dangerously from side-to-side. Sparks flew from her fingers as she forced her hands apart, fighting against a magnetic pull.

Deep breath in….

Slow breath out…

“Please work…”

She slammed her hands down onto the circle. Light erupted from the inscription and struck the shop with a blinding flash. Moments passed. And as the dust settled and the shelves no longer shook, Max peeked her eye open. Relief bubbled in her chest and was expelled with an airy laugh.

“Yes!” she hissed, cocking her head back with a sigh.

Augustine poked his head out from behind the counter and beamed down at the now rotten kelp sitting on the counter. “Woah…” he breathed, readjusting his askew glasses.

Max retrieved the Siren’s Stone and held it aloft. It glistened in the morning’s light as if it’d been just conjured; they’d been granted another day with the precious gem. She wiped it clean on her trousers and tucked back in its lockbox where it’d remain under the counter. “Clean out the cauldron, Auggie,” she breathed, meeting her brother’s inquisitive- albeit tired- eyes- “We’ve got one more shot at this.”

Augustine straightened and gave his sister a firm nod. He wrestled the cauldron from its hook and pushed out the back entry-way. Max turned her attention to the rotten kelp, pinching a strand between her fingers and twirling it. “This might actually work,” she muttered to herself, “Just maybe…”

Continuation from here

#The Alchemists #| Trials of Alchemy |#Maxinora #Augustine #The Parkhursts #IC #RP writing #Original Writing #dribble drabble

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dobrikswriting · 5 years ago

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Sick Day

Request: can you write something where the reader is sick (head cold or something) and idea 1) david takes care of her and it’s cute or idea 2) he goes out and leaves her at home to care for herself and something goes wrong??

I decided to with the good ending. I love these cute little stories.

Keep the requests coming!

I rolled out of the bed for the first time that day, barely able to breath through my nose and slowly walked over to the bathroom to turn the hot water on hoping the steam could offer some relief. I got undressed and sat down in the shower letting the hot water pour over me, feeling too light headed to stand. I sat there for what seemed like an hour before I heard foot steps walk in the bathroom and then the water turned off.

"You'll boil your skin off if you sit in that hot water any more." David said reaching for a towel to wrap me in.

"I thought you went over to Jason's to do the podcast." I said, my voice sounding funny due to my plugged nose.

"Are you kidding I'm not going to leave you to fend for yourself." David said sitting down on the bathroom counter as I dried myself off, he had already placed some comfy fuzzy pajama bottoms and one of his click bait sweaters on counter for me. "These are fresh out of the dryer." He said picking them up and handing them to me. "Jason came over and we did the podcast here while you were sleeping and cleared the whole day to take care of my baby." He said standing up and kissing me on the cheek. "Well you know we'll cuddle and Natalie and Taylor will take care of us but you know what I mean." He joked smiling at you.

I giggled, and even though I felt like ass, it was nice to know that Dave would clear his whole day for me if I needed it, I know how hard he works to make sure he has footage for the vlog and it takes up a lot of time. It made me feel a little sad he was putting off work for me.

"It's okay really, I can take care of myself I know you had some bits planned with Zane today you should do that." I said getting dressed in the clothes and then reaching for a brush to calm the rats nest that was my hair.

"Absolutely not. Besides cute couple videos are good click bait." He said winking at me before walking out of the bathroom. "Finish getting ready then we have movies to get to."

I smiled to myself, maybe being sick wasn't so bad. I finished brushing my hair before throwing it up in a pony tail and following where David went.

"What's on the schedule" I asked walking into the living room, interested in what movies he had planned. I fell into the couch next to where David was. He opened up his arms welcoming me to cuddle in close to him.

"Well we of course have to do 50 firsts dates, and then I have a couple 90s rom coms that the fans told me I had watch" He said pulling me close into him. I took a deep breath as I usually did when he pulled in so I could smell his cologne that I had bought him on our first anniversary, this time though my nose was so stuffed up I couldn't even breath through it.

"Can we get some soup?" I asked wanting to do whatever I could to break up the cloudiness in my head.

"It's in the process of being made." David said looking back into the kitchen where Taylor could be seen stirring a pot of what I assumed was good ole canned chicken noodle soup.

"Just like mom made.": I joked resting my head on his shoulder, while he moved his hand to my outer thigh absent mindedly rubbing his thumb back and forth over my skin. Everything about him was comforting.

About five minutes into the movie Taylor brought me over a bowl of soup with some crackers and a water. "Here you go." She said kindly, placing the food on the coffee table.

"Thank you so much Taylor I know you're an assistant and not a personal servant don't feel like you have to do anything extra for me." I said gratefully moving to pick the bowl up and bring it closer to me.

"It's no worries I'm not just an assistant I'm a friend too and I wanna help you get better if you need anything tell me, or David will." She joked smiling at me and walking away to do actual work.

"She's good." David adding knowing she was exactly right.

I smiled, "Give that girl a raise." I said, only half joking as I brought my spoon to my mouth. I could feel the heat from the broth helping to break up the congestion in my body. "This is so good." I said slightly moaning at the relief. David just smiled at me and kissed my forehead before going back to watching the movie.

We sat in mainly silence while the movie played out, David pulling out the camera a couple times to get a couple cute shots. We had just finished the first one and were deciding what to watch next when Carly and Erin walked through the door. "Hey y/n, how do you feel?" Erin asked sitting next to me with a bag in hand.

"I'm fine it's just a head cold or something, I feel like David told people I was on my death bed" I laughed, every half hour or so today I had gotten a text from a different person asking if I was okay after David said he couldn't hang out.

"We'll we still wanted to help you get better so we picked up a couple things for you and then we will be out of your hair." She said hanging the bag over to me.

"You didn't have to do that. Thank you so much guys!" I said sitting up to see whats inside. I pulled out a couple bath bombs off the very top.

"Those are my favorites when I don't feel good they're relaxing but also fresh so it clears you up." Carly stated. I smiled at her out of gratitude before reaching in for the last couple of items, a face mask, tea and essential oils.

"Thank you so much that was so thoughtful." I said reaching to give both of them hugs.

"Here let me take one and I’ll get a bath going for you." David said grabbing a bath bomb and walking out of the room. "Thank you." I said as he walked away.

Carly and Erin stayed for only a couple minutes more telling me once I was well again they wanted to do a video together which was the least I could do to repay them for their kindness. I said good bye to them and walked in the bathroom where David was stirring the water around to make sure it wasn't too hot.

"I put the essential oils in the diffuser in the bedroom for you once you get out. I'll be editing let me know if you need anything." He said kissing you on the cheek and walking out of the bathroom. I was so grateful for everything he was doing and it made me happy that he would be able to get a little work done too. I quickly got undressed this warm bath definitely more relaxing and helpful than the boiling shower i took this morning.

I took my time to do a face mask and deep condition my hair and just relax listening to peaceful music. I had lost track of time when I heard a knock on the door and David opened it.

"I'm done editing and I was just checking on you." He said coming over and sitting on the floor next to the tub so he was eye level with me, he reached over and starting running his hands through my hair.

"You're done already?!" I asked shocked, it usually took him hours to finish emitting and there was no way I had taken that long in the tub already. He laughed at my shock,

"I only had a little left to do” He said looking my body up and down. "You know even when you're sick ... you're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He said softly looking back up at my eyes.

"I don't know how I got so lucky." I replied.

"I'm the lucky one." He retorted.

"No I really mean that David. Thank you so much for everything you do for me, and for inviting me into your life. You changed my whole world, giving me experiences and friends i would of never had otherwise." I said almost choking up as my heart started to feel so full for all the things I had in life.

"Alright that's enough the cold medicine is making you loopy." He joked, kissing my head. "You are my world." He stood up and walked towards the door “When you're done come to bed. I just wanna lay with you for a while."

All I wanted to do in that moment was be in his arms. The bath had helped a lot and I was feeling better. I quickly got dressed again after drying off. Throwing my hair up in a bun and meeting David back out in his room I smiled at him as I saw him already lying there phone in hand looking at tweets.

"Everyone loved the cute couple insta stories" He said back at me moving over so there was room in the bed for me. I got under the covers and snuggled in close to him. He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arm around me running his hand up and down my back and he switched between social media apps.

I don't know if I've ever felt more content in my life. I didn't even care that I was sick anymore, this moment everything felt perfect.

#david dobrik x you #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #imagine #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad

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thekitchensnk · 5 years ago

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and the spider lilies bloomed in the fall (chapter 15)

Rating: T Warnings: Sexual themes, violence Pairing: Gin/Ran Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15

“They say that lovers doomed never to see each other again still see the higanbana growing along their path, even to this day.”

A girl collapses on a dusty road one day. A boy takes her home.

The girl lives.

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(The boy doesn’t.)

As the youngest girls working at the Floating Moon, it was Rangiku, Sayaka and Ayame’s job to wash the dishes after the first meal of the day. They had perfected a routine, with Ayame, ever-meticulous, doing the washing, her arms plunged to the elbow in hot, soapy water, Rangiku drying, and Sayaka dashing around to put away the bowls.

When the second gong sounded, however, they would dart off to the room to get washed, dressed and made-up for the evening’s work, leaving Rangiku to finish washing up. It was one of the few times of the day where she would ever have time to herself, and it felt unnatural. She would stand alone, in the centre of the room, listening to the whir of voices and rushed footsteps around her, and her heart would sink. The brothel was like a heart, with all its segmented valves and chambers, and left to herself, alone, Rangiku felt aimless and lost. She had never done well on her own.

She would quickly finish up whatever washing was left, and trudge up the stairs to the tub where everyone took their baths. She was always the last, and least essential, to get bathed, and so the water was often second or third-hand by the time she got washed, though it was still thick with the jammy, indolic jasmine smell that they used to scent the water, and it could be smelled from several feet away from the tub.

In times to come, when she smelled the scent of jasmine on a noblewoman, she could never help but smile to herself. Jasmine on noblewomen; jasmine on whores. No woman was so different from one another, not deep down.

The tub was small, and she needed to scrunch her knees up almost to her chest to fit in it now, but she could submerge her head entirely, and the water was warm. She dreamed of the day when she could soak there to her heart’s content, knowing that it would never come.

She slipped the ring from her finger. She did not know what metal it was, but she did not want it to rust.

A warm bath had been a revelation after so many years spent bathing in the river. A river-bath had not been so bad in the summer, when the sweat trickled down her back and behind her knees. Their small house had offered little ventilation, and so they had sweltered together in the heat.

His hands had always been cold, but in the night, when the cicadas had sung their night-chorus, they had both roasted. Never one to be shy, he would have no compunctions about stripping off his yukata, letting his bare chest cool in the summer air. She had grown more circumspect, the roaming eyes of men in town teaching her to be shy about her body, and the sight of his bare torso in those months just before he left would have her heart hammering in her chest and her blood pooling in her cheeks, though she had not been able to say why. After that, the cool embrace of the river had been like a balm.

In the present, mind years and miles away, she sank beneath the water, sank until it covered her face. She shut her eyes and felt her heart beat in her chest. With her eyes closed, in the stillness of the warm water, it boomed thickly in her ears.

In winter, they’d had to boil water and leave it outside in the freezing air until it became cool enough to touch. They would wipe themselves down then with whatever rags they had that were still clean. There had been no soap, and certainly no jasmine. The chill of the air on her damp skin had set her hair on end, and she had shivered and breathed heavily with the cruel bite of the cold on her skin. It had seeped into her bones and her teeth had chattered.

They had clung to each other, back then, because there had been no other choice. It had been lie close, or freeze.

(But that was a lie, she knew. It had never been about the cold. Not for her.)

He had always felt the cold worse than she did. Of course he had. He had been so slender, so thin- she could see his jutting collar bones and his sharp shoulders even with his yukata on, and he had always been so pale that he was almost luminous. He had sought her warmth like a snake sought the sun. The cold put him to sleep; it filled him with such a heavy lethargy that he would lie there, half-dozing.

She would always watch him secretly then, bashfully even, and watch his beautiful, drowsing face.

Under the water, her heart constricted in her chest. She wanted to shout, to smash something, to cry. To see him again and kill him; to see him again and kiss him, as she had done once before, in that moment which she held secretly wrapped around her heart.

Why? Why did you leave me?

She screwed up her small hands into fists. She bit at her lip. She screamed through her nose, and a thousand tiny bubbles rose and broke on the surface. But no one could hear her.

She surfaced when she ran out of air, and felt suddenly dizzy with the steam and the heat and the lack of oxygen. She allowed her head to tilt backwards, and her lungs to breathe. The air was thick with the smell of jasmine.

No more thoughts of him tonight, she vowed to herself calmly.

Somewhere down below her, the third gong was ringing. She would have twenty minutes to get ready, and then it would be show time. There would be no chance to think- just the electric beat of music, the liquid joy of sake, the hope of a fist fight and the thrill of a dance. The thought lifted her spirits, and she rose from her bath, still dizzy, but eager to get to work.

She towelled herself down quickly, and threw on the clothes she had been wearing earlier, though she had already done a full afternoon’s work in them, and she set off for her room with determination.

She took the stairs two at a time, pressingly aware that the sun was beginning to set in the sky, and her shift would be starting soon, whether she was ready for it or not. Stampeding down the corridor, she slammed open the paper doors, and they rattled in their frames for several seconds afterwards as she strode into the room.

Ayame, almost unrecognisable with her face painted white and her hair elaborately pinned up, turned her head to her.

"An elephant would make less noise than you," she sniffed. Customary scathing remarks delivered, she turned back to Sayaka, whose hair she had been in the midst of pinning back with a beautiful, fake jade comb, a frown of concentration between her darkened brows.

There was something magical about this- this time, this small and separate space, where clever-handed women worked mysterious wonders on each other's bodies and faces, painting and tucking and working until they were transformed into the stuff of dreams. It was a small zone of hush amidst the tumult of the brothel, a place where, even if only for an hour, quiet reigned as the women readied themselves.

The work of metamorphosis was a team effort. It could not be done alone. For big names like Rin, who were to be dressed in elaborate, layered kimono, the simple effort of putting on her clothes required a band of assistants. Everyone worked as a well-oiled unit, like clockwork, waxing hair, painting faces, burning charcoal for kohl with which to line their hidden eyebrows. The smell of burning lingered in the air, mixing with the heady jasmine which radiated from their bodies.

Ayame cupped Sayaka's jaw gently in her hand, careful beyond measure not to smudge the painstaking work done on her base. Sayaka, rendered immobile, caught Rangiku's eye and grinned helplessly.

"No, no," Ayame chided softly, a thin, crimson-laden brush in her hand. "Don't let up now. You're almost done."

Sayaka gave Rangiku a weak shrug, and her sharp eyes snapped back to Ayame.

"Come here, you," Yuki beckoned, gesturing to a cushion in front of her with a comb. "Stop pestering Ayame-chan."

Rangiku padded gently across the tatami and knelt obediently in front of her. Yuki sighed a long-suffering sigh and raised her arms to the ceiling.

"Come on, Rangiku-chan!" she groaned. "Your hair is still soaked! Ayame-chan, pass me that towel."

Ayame, her eyes still focused on the painstaking task of painting Sayaka's lips, reached down next to her. Her eyes never once leaving Sayaka, she tossed the towel to Yuki, and it soared straight into her open hand.

"Nice one!" Rangiku called appreciatively, only to be disrupted when Yuki vigorously towel dried her hair. Her head shook with the force. She rubbed at her head, and shot Yuki a scowl.

"That's a bit better," Yuki said warmly, running her comb through the tangled at the bottom of Rangiku's hair. "You'd have caught a cold otherwise, working with wet hair."

Rangiku had slept through winter nights so cold that her hair had almost frozen, but she said nothing. She could not help but lean into her touch. No one had ever brushed her hair for her before Yuki, and she relished the sensation; it was so soothing, so comforting to have someone look after her. The sensation put her half to sleep, and she always became pliant and biddable as Yuki brushed through her hair.

It was tangled after a long afternoon of scrubbing, even though she’d remembered to tie it back. It was fortunate for her that Yuki’s hands were so quick and so skilled, obviously well-practiced at the job, and long since used to doing it.

"You're so good at this, Yuki-san," Rangiku mumbled. "You should give up the game and become a hairdresser."

Yuki hummed tunelessly under her breath as she worked, but she let out a soft, warm laugh at Rangiku's words. "It's one of the few ways of getting you to be quiet, you." She paused, eying up a tangle. "I used to do this for Kanae back in the day, and I’ve done it for most girls here since. I'm an old hand at it." She took the comb to the tangle, but held the hair so that it wouldn't tug on Rangiku's scalp as she fought with it. That was part of Yuki's skill- it never hurt when she brushed hair. "She had the most beautiful hair," Yuki said pensively. "So long and sleek and silver. Like starlight. Or the moon." She looked out, unseeing, seemingly spirited away by some memory. "It's a shame what happened to her."

Rangiku laughed sleepily, scarcely able to think of Kanae, the whore whom she had known back when she’d lived with Gin. "That's silly, Yuki-san," she informed her. "Kanae-san has black hair. She's going gray, but her hair's not silver."

Yuki tapped her gently on the nose with the comb. "That shows what you know. Kanae has silver hair and always has done. She dyes it. Started doing it when she was here, because she got tired of all the unpleasant attention she got from it. People were scared of her. They used to shout at her." Yuki paused, and a wistful note entered her voice. "She used to shout right back."

Rangiku fell quiet. She had promised herself not to think of him, but-

"My friend had hair like that," she confessed to Yuki bravely. "I don't think anyone shouted at him though-" She paused, remembering how many times he had infuriated shop keepers, strangers, passers-by, and pretty much everyone else whom he had ever met in town, as if it was a personal challenge he had set himself to piss everyone off as quickly and thoroughly as possible. “Well,” she amended with a small smile, “at least if they did, it wasn’t because of his hair.”

They were both quiet for a moment, Yuki’s hands brushing through her hair rhythmically. Inwardly, Rangiku burned with curiosity, always insatiable for gossip. “What happened to Kanae-san, Yuki-san?” she asked tentatively, biting at her lower lip.

Yuki’s hands slowed.

Rangiku could not see her face, but when she spoke, there was a tight quality to her voice which spoke of years of pain and regret and decisions not taken.

“She was thrown out,” Yuki said simply.

Rangiku tried to turn her neck to see her expression, but it was futile. “Why would Chiyo-san do that?” she asked in confusion.

“Kanae-“ Yuki started, but had to pause. She swallowed, and Rangiku could hear the tremble in her voice.

“Kanae was never easy to live with, you know? She was a spitfire and she spat venom like a snake. Didn’t matter whether you were her best friend or her worst enemy. Even when she first came here, she was all fire and poison. She was only fifteen.” Yuki’s voice was weighty and melancholic. She paused again, and her voice took on an urgent tone. She spoke quickly. “I’m not sure how much of this it is right for me to say. I don’t want to infringe on what little privacy she has left.”

Rangiku was discomfited, and she nodded uncertainly.

“She had already had a child by then. I don’t know whether she gave birth here, or whether it died with her in her first life, and I never asked about it, not once, but that’s why she came here, I think. I never asked. To make enough money to send back to the people who watched after the child she left behind.”

Rangiku felt her breath grow shallow, and she hung on Yuki’s every word. A realisation hung in the air, but she refused to dwell on it even for a moment. It was important, she suddenly felt in her bones, to hear this sorry tale to its conclusion.

“How did you find out about it?” Rangiku asked, sickening dread coiling in her belly.

Yuki’s voice grew distant, and Rangiku was suddenly glad that she couldn’t see the woman’s face.

“She was my best friend. I loved her. I loved her more than I’ve ever loved anything in my life, and I regret to this day that I didn’t run through those doors after her when she left. Of course she told me.” Yuki paused, and Rangiku heard her sigh quietly. “She would have told me anything.”

“Why did she leave?” Rangiku asked gently.

Yuki’s breath hitched. “She got pregnant.”

Rangiku did turn this time. Yuki wasn’t even looking at her anymore; her eyes were dim and distant, as if staring out into the past.

“Yuki-san?” Rangiku asked tremulously.

Yuki looked down at her then, and she smiled a smile as thin and fragile as an egg shell. She cupped her cheek softly, her fingers brushing against Rangiku’s golden hair.

“Rangiku-chan,” she sighed. “The party, the red lanterns, the sake, the music- it’s all beautiful, eh? It’s easy to forget when you’ve got the beat of the music in your bones and you’re making easy money and you’re dressing up in beautiful silks and you get a fine meal every day and everything’s going perfect, perfect, perfect,. But it doesn’t always go perfect. We’re here to work, Rangiku-chan. That’s all. We can stay while we can work, and when we can’t? Out on the streets we go, cold and hungry, nowhere to go. Chiyo is better than almost all of them, but in the end, that’s not saying much, is it? This is a brothel, not a nursery. That’s what happened to Kanae. Pregnant, kicked out, and forced to work on the streets.”

Rangiku’s eyes were wide.

Down below, the final gong rang out, and its vibrations shuddered through the old timber building, sending dust flying from the ceiling. It was time to get to work, but all of a sudden, Rangiku’s heart was not in it.

Yuki pressed her to her chest quickly, and stroked her hair. “I’m sorry,” she said gently. “That was a very serious conversation.” She paused. “I’m grateful to you, you know? Because you came here, I know she’s out there. I know she’s alive.” Yuki smiled suddenly. “I know that she still spits fire and that she still dyes her hair, that Kanae is out there, cursing god’s name and who knows who else’s. Love involves so much unhappiness, Rangiku-chan, but I’m not unhappy right now.”

Suddenly, Rangiku got the sense that Yuki hadn’t been entirely truthful when she had said that her policy on love was to wait and see.

Huh, she thought.

Yuki rose. Across the room, Sayaka and Ayame were arm in arm, looking resplendent in emerald green and hibiscus purple cottons. They waved absent-mindedly as they left, their heads together in conversation. Echoing down the corridor, Rangiku could hear Ayame shriek “Sayaka!” in shock, and Sayaka give one of her patented belly laughs.

For the first time in a long time, Rangiku’s chest constricted with worry, with a sudden fear of the ever-shifting and uncertain future. Nothing here was stable; nothing here was safe.

It was inevitable, she realised. Change would come, whether she liked it or not, and it always would, sweeping over her and turning her world on its head again and again and again. There could be no security anywhere, just this- the constant, unending effort of building her life up, like a sandcastle on the seashore. She clenched her fists fiercely.

“Rangiku-chan?” Yuki asked, her voice tender. “I’ll see you down there, alright?”

Rangiku looked up at her quickly, but there was no sign of the pain that had marred Yuki’s face before. It was smooth, still, gentle- her expression as blank as the makeup she had painted on to it.

"Yeah," she said, her voice thin and distracted. "I'll be down in a moment."

It was not until Yuki had slipped down the corridor that she allowed herself to think, to dwell on the ramifications of what she had learned.

Her chest tightened with anxiety at her newly-gained knowledge, and the shock made her dizzy. She had to take several deep breaths to calm herself.

Kanae, the whore who had lived in the town she and Gin had walked to so many times, had silver hair. Hair like moonlight. Hair as beautiful as his.

Silver hair and an abandoned baby.

It had to be.

It made too much sense not to be.

Some part of her had noticed it even the very first time they had met. She had looked at Kanae's high cheekbones and narrow eyes and thought, there's a word for good looks like those- and there had been. Kitsune-gao; fox-featured, for the strange, beautiful face she shared with her son.

"I'll do you one favour," the whore had said, and even after Gin had left, Kanae had refused to tell her why. Rangiku had been too frightened to ask about it the first time round, and too distraught and distracted the second.

Was it because she had been Gin's friend?

But the woman had warned her about him, warned her that he was dangerous- had warned her about her son.

The world was spinning around her head. If she didn't sit for a moment, she would fall. She stumbled. Her mind was filled with a cacophony of questions.

Why would she abandon him? She had been there the whole time, in plain sight. Why? If she was his mother-

Had he even known?

He had never said anything about it, but then- would he have? His secrecy was pathological. He’d never once told her where it was that he went. He was a natural-born liar. Why would he have told her anything?

Deep down, her heart sinking, Rangiku suspected miserably that he had not known.

He had treated Kanae with the same idle curiosity and mocking cruelty with which he’d treated everyone, and she thought (she had to, to think him a full human being) he would not treat his own family like that. Even if it had been hatred, he would have to have felt something for her if he'd known.

(Wouldn’t he?)

The notion that she might have uncovered something about him, that some elusive and fragmentary part of his past belonged to her now, unbeknownst to him, sat like a lead weight in her stomach.

It was simultaneously thrilling and deeply, deeply shameful. She revelled quietly in the fact that something of his was hers now, and he didn't even know it. It was a kind of power, to know someone else's secrets, and she had never known any kind of power over him. It filled her with a kind of giddy thrill. She wanted to gather his secret up and wrap it around her heart where she kept all the secrets of her own, to keep it safe, to keep it warm, to keep it for him. But she felt incredibly guilty too, that it had come into her possession without his consent, and that he could be going about his life unaware that the knowledge even existed. Her throat tightened with anxiety.

He had always been so private. She could not predict how he would feel.

If she were to find him, and if she were to tell him- if she were to say “I’ve discovered something about you, something which you don’t even know yourself” and if she were to divulge the truth, would he be grateful? Would he look at her with appreciation? With thanks? Would his eyes shine with gratitude; would they soften to look at her? Would he care about her again?

Her heart was full and aching with the fantasy. Please, she whispered childishly to herself. Please.

Or-

Would he just hate her more?

She felt suddenly dispirited, and she exhaled shakily.

What did it matter anyway?

He was gone.

He had abandoned her.

He would never see her again.

She was a fool to think otherwise, and a fool twice over to dwell like this on the past of the boy who had left her behind. Her heart trembled.

She was aware that she was sat on the ground.

She picked herself up, her limbs leaden, and she neatened up her yukata numbly, dusting dirt from its skirt.

Down below, music was beginning to play. She could hear the intricate and winding patterns of the shamisen. The sounds of voices in rapt conversation were beginning to murmur through the brothel.

She picked herself up because if she had learnt anything in her small life, it was that no one else was going to do it for it her. She was on her own.

She gave herself a fierce glare.

“Come on, you,” she said aggressively, and she slapped her own cheeks to bring herself back from the edge.

She was late for work, mysteries and secrets be damned, and so she went, arms swinging by her sides in determination.

An uncharitable person might have said that she was just running from her problems.

But another bright night of music was just about to begin, the stirrings and the promise of its abandon hanging tantalisingly ahead of her. Who cared if it was shallow? Who cared if it was an empty, futile attempt to beat back the dark? Who cared if those who gave themselves to the music most fervently were the runaways and fugitives who had decided that reality was too much, too frightening, too lonely? Down below, there would be joy and dancing and sake and fun- blessed, distracting fun.

Fun enough maybe to chase away the image of a teenaged girl cast out onto the streets, like so much rubbish, alone.

Fun enough to chase away the memory of a boy with hair like moonlight, who haunted Rangiku every time she was alone.

#bleach #gin ichimaru #rangiku matsumoto #ginran #ichimaru gin #spider lilies #angst #get your angst from this here angst merchant #ginran fans dine only on the highest grade pain and suffering #will the revelations that lie herein be controversial? idk fam #and the sight of his bare torso in those months just before he left would have her heart hammering in her chest #and her blood pooling in her cheeks #though she had not been able to say why.#👀#now why could that possibly be I wonder...#srsly Ran

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valgasnewsthings · 2 years ago

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About a tea tree oil benefit.

We are sick, and of course visit pharmacy for remedy buy, but they are chemical, and with side effects, but sometimes in pharmacy not offer not expensive remedy.Am advise you use more natural remedies ,which are natural and less side effects having. Am share my experience in use tea tree oil, that she helps me in cold, skin irritation. As antibacterial, anti fungus, anti inflammation, healing, anti-itching, desiderates, antiseptic, which need to stay in everybody at home.

In stuffy nose, as ache throat do inhalants as on one l. hot water on 90C, add, Ap 5 drops of oil essential tea tree, incline over basin breath in healing steams, head covering with towel, alternately breath with mouth, and nose, for ten min.

In cracked skin,cheilitis.

2 tbl.sp. of hyppophae oil, 3 drops for tea tree oil, one ampulla vitamin E , Vitamin A ampulla , mix, grease cracked skin, lips a few times/day, and good herpes preventing remedy.

Gums inflamed, bleeding, bad mouth smell, stomatologic diseases preventing.

A few drops of dental paste on the brush press,add 2 drops of tea tree oil, and clean teeth, that method cure inflammations.

Sweating high.

in glass for water add 8 drops for tea tree oil, add in bottle for sprinkle, as for morning and within a day sprinkle under armpits infusion or rub places with high sweating as cotton wetted in such infusion. Very good desiderates.

Sweating high are legs.

Cook infusion of mint, bark oak, sage as 2 tbl.sp. of mixed mass in 1 l. of water, filter in basin, add hot water, and in 1/2 glass of water add 8 drops of of tea tree oil, and add in basin, dilute. Put legs and keep 20 min.

Who is visiting sauna, pool and fearing for caughting fungus use grease for feet with tea tree oil as mixed in sunflower or olive oil, as for 2 tbl.sp. oil are 5 drops is tea tree oil, grease feet after shower.

In acnes.

One tea.s. sea salt, natural, add 4 drops of tea tree oil, dilute salt in glass for boiled water. Wet pads and apply to inflamed skin for 15-20 min, wash clean water.

Against dandruff.

2 tbl.sp. burdock oil add 5-7 drops of tea tree oil, rub in skin roots before washing for 1-2 hours 1-2 times/week.

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professorpalmarosa · 5 years ago

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Mint Condition - Mable, Team Flare

Ready for a bath bomb that’s cooler than an Abomasnow? Look no further than Mint Condition - a bath bomb inspired by Team Flare Scientist Mable!

Since Mable had a cooler color scheme and first appeared near Mamoswine Pass, I wanted to give her a very wintry-scented blend. Well...that and it was an excuse to use my super cute snowflake molds to make mini-bombs!

I recommend using two or three Mint Condition mini-bombs in a tub at once: especially after a long and grueling hike or workout. The three mint oils and Juniper Berry Essential Oil in this blend will soothe sore muscles, while the Camphor Essential Oil is my all-time fave decongestant.

The end result is a cool, clean, soothing smell that’s one part wintry and one part medicinal--but in a good way! Like a Vicks steam treatment and hot bath paired with the cooling effects of mint oils!

Now it’s time to talk about the pros and cons of these oils from a safety perspective…

Aromatherapy isn’t just about pretty smells and scented bath water. Essential oils are in such a high concentration that even absorbing them through your skin can leave you with the therapeutic (and potentially toxic) benefits.

If you are allergic to a plant, you are 100% without question going to be super allergic to the essential oil.

There’s also such a thing as contraindications: where some oils may affect you in weird ways if you have a certain medical condition or take certain medications.

The information below is for your safety if you want to attempt to make this blend at home (as a bath bomb, a body spray, or even scented bath salts). And do be sure to wear gloves. Some of these oils (like Peru Balsam or Lemon Tea Tree) have recommended dilution rates as small as 0.4%. You don’t want that to slide on bare skin!

Peppermint Essential Oil (25% of Synergy)

Everyone knows the smell of peppermint. It’s one of the most famous scents in the world and brings to mind candy canes, evening tea, and cool air. This essential oil is most often used as a wake-up smell and can help improve your concentration.

Pros:

Peppermint Essential Oil is used for lots of mouth, nose, and throat issues (common cold, cough, inflammation of the mouth/throat, sinus infections, and respiratory infections). People also use it for a series of digestive problems (heartburn, nausea, morning sickness, cramps, upset stomach, gas, and diarrhea).

Peppermint reduces inflammation, so some folks will use it for liver, gallbladder, and menstrual problems. It’s a useful painkiller and can be inhaled to reduce the effects of a bad cough or cold.

It’s also a great “wake-up” scent and studies have shown that smelling Peppermint Essential Oil can make it easier to concentrate on tasks. Try diffusing it while you study or during a test!

Cons:

The most comment side effects of Peppermint Essential Oil may include heartburn and allergic reactions such as flushing, headache, and mouth sores.

Although Peppermint Essential Oil can be purchased as a dietary supplement, please keep in mind that “dietary supplements” in the U.S. can slap virtually anything on the label and get away with it. The FDA isn’t as picky about “supplements”. It is the general opinion of aromatherapists that you shouldn’t ingest essential oils of any sort without first discussing it with your doctor.

Peppermint is not a cat-safe essential oil (due to its menthol content) and is one of the most dangerous ones to use around your kitty. Use with kitty-cat caution!

Wintergreen Essential Oil (20% of Synergy)

Wintergreen Essential Oil is one of my favorite scents, as it reminds me of Wrigley Chewing Gum. It is also the active ingredient in the Village Naturals “Muscle Relief” lotion. I love that lotion and tend to use it when I am experiencing pain, particularly with my lower body.

Wintergreen doesn’t blend with too many things and isn’t as versatile as a lot of the flower or citrus oils are, but it will play nicely with other mint oils. That said, it is very strong. You don’t need as much of it in your synergy to get the scent.

Pros:

Relax your sore and aching muscles! If you ever bought a muscle relief lotion and smelled something minty, chances are what you smelled was Wintergreen Essential Oil or an artificial derivative of it. Like Peppermint, Wintergreen reduces swelling and irritation around sore muscles, joints, and tissues. It works wonders for rheumatism and arthritis. I especially love the fact it’s a wonder oil for lower back pain, which I suffer from.

Fight that winter cold or flu! There is an aspirin-like chemical to Wintergreen that works wonders for pain, congestion, swelling, and fever. You can even make a homemade vapor rub out of coconut oil and Wintergreen Essential Oil to open up your nasal passages. I wouldn’t recommend that if you’re asthmatic, though, as Wintergreen may aggravate your asthma!

Use it to clean your home! Wintergreen Essential Oil combats various type of microbial growths (fungi, bacteria, and viruses). You can put a little in your dishwasher or laundry machine to kill odor-causing bacteria and lingering molds. It’s also a nice oil to add to your shower or toilet bowl if you have a sensitivity to artificial cleaners!

Having digestive problems? Maybe Wintergreen can help! Inhaling or topically applying Wintergreen (with a carrier oil) can increase the amount of stomach acid your body produces, which improves digestion. It’s also a mild diuretic and increases urine production, which cuts down on bloating. Supposedly, you might lose excess fat, sugar, and sodium through your urine.

Feeling a little queasy? Wintergreen’s got you covered! Wintergreen Essential Oil has several anti-nausea properties and can soothe your gastric lining and colon. Sometimes I rub a combination of Wintergreen, Eucalyptus, and Bergamot Essential Oils with fractionated coconut oil and lotion on my abdomen to fight cramps and gastrointestinal turmoil.

Wintergreen is great for your skin and your hair! When applied topically with a carrier oil, Wintergreen Essential Oil kills germs on the skin and fights inflammation, making it a great addition to your skincare routine if you suffer from blemishes, acne, dandruff, oily skin, or oily hair. It’s also a miracle relief for itchy, swollen bug bites.

Feeling a little groggy? Let Wintergreen wake you up! Historically, several Native American tribes in North America used Wintergreen leaves to stay alert and exercise longer. Wintergreen packs a one-two punch of increasing your concentration and wakefulness, all the while making it easier to breathe or carry on with your laborious tasks with less inflammation or swelling. Put it in an aromatherapy pendant or add a drop to your lotion to fight Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. And if you’re done with a really intense exercise session, massage the Wintergreen in to reduce the amount of pain and swelling you’ll experience later.

Got a stinky room in your house? Have no fear, because Wintergreen is here! Wintergreen is a wonderful deodorizer. Spray it around your home to make your kitchen or bathroom smell better. You can also spray a drop or two in your toilet or trash can to mask several nasty odors. That said, don’t do that if you have a cat. Cats will get really sick over wintergreen.

Trying to lose weight, but cravings keep making that difficult? Peppermint, Spearmint, and Wintergreen can reduce the severity of those cravings and make you feel satiated. There’s a reason beyond “fresh breath” why so many sugar-free gums are mint flavored!

Add Wintergreen to your oral hygiene routine! I put a drop of Wintergreen Essential Oil on my toothbrush before I use my toothpaste. My breath stays fresher for longer and my mouth feels so much cleaner. Some people also add it to their mouthwash. Just be sure you don’t swallow it!

Cons:

Wintergreen Essential Oil is neither kid-safe nor cat-safe. Nobody under the age of 6 should use it. It can even be deadly to small children, and is deadly for your kitty.

Wintergreen Essential Oil is not an asthma-safe oil. If you have asthma, exercise caution to see if you have a sensitivity to this essential oil before using it on the regular.

Wintergreen Essential Oil is not safe for pregnant or nursing women, as the oil may negatively impact the fetus or baby.

If you take Warfarin (Coumadin) or other medications used to slow blood clotting, NEVER use Wintergreen Essential Oil. Wintergreen can also slow down blood clotting. Mixing this essential oil with your medication can increase your chances of bruising, bleeding, or even internal bleeding.

If you take aspirin, exercise caution in using Wintergreen Essential Oil. Wintergreen contains several similar chemicals to aspirin. Using large amounts of Wintergreen Essential Oil topically may increase your risk for side effects if you’re also taking aspirin at the same time.

Never apply Wintergreen Essential Oil neat (undiluted) on your skin. You will experience skin irritation, whether you have sensitive skin or not. Always use a carrier oil or only put a drop or two of Wintergreen in your bathtub. A little goes a long way!

While it’s never a good idea to ingest essential oils, it’s an especially bad idea to do that with Wintergreen. Ingesting Wintergreen can cause ringing in the ears, nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, headache, confusion, anxiety attacks, and horrible stomach pain. When I looked this up on WebMD, it stated that people have even died from this.

Wintergreen Essential Oil may cause an allergic reaction in people with allergies to salicylate compounds (like aspirin) or have nasal polyps.

Spearmint Essential Oil (20% of Synergy)

Spearmint brings to mind Wrigley’s chewing gum (particularly the DoubleMint variety), those little white-and-green discs you get instead of peppermint, and Altoids. It’s a slightly sweeter smell than Peppermint Essential Oil, but carries a bit more bite and blends with some really fascinating things that Peppermint typically won’t.

Pros:

Reduce healing time for scrapes and cuts! Spearmint is a good antiseptic. The myrcene, caryophyllene, and menthol help reduce the risk of a wound becoming infected, which (in turn) speeds up the healing process. The Ancient Greeks used it to treat all kinds of crazy things (like scabies, dermatitis, and many infectious diseases).

Relieve aches and spasms! Menthol (one component of Spearmint) has a cooling effect on the body and relaxes overactive nerves and muscles. Contractions loosen up, overexerted muscles ease up, and it’s a wonder for cramps.

Help your digestive tract! Spearmint’s properties can do good things for your digestive tract when inhaled. Gas can slip out more easily. Queasiness, indigestion, and stomachache ease up.

Regulate your monthly cycle! Spearmint has emmenagogue properties, meaning it can stimulate your period. If you suffer from early menopause or irregular periods, Spearmint Essential Oil may help. Sometimes I use it with Sage and Juniper Berry to speed mine up just before a convention so I won’t have to pack pads. Spearmint promotes the secretion of many female hormones, like estrogen.

Ward off pesky bugs! Bugs hate menthol. If you have a bug problem in your room, consider diffusing Spearmint or Peppermint to keep those creepy crawlies away.

Reduce your stress levels! Spearmint has a calming, cooling effect on the brain. It makes it easier to concentrate and focus. I’ll use it on hangover days to reduce the severity of my headache.

Cons:

Excessive use of Spearmint Essential Oil may cause damage to the uterine lining. It’s probably a good idea not to use this oil while pregnant, attempting to become pregnant, or breastfeeding.

Excessive use of Spearmint Essential Oil may increase your risk for kidney damage. If you already have a kidney disorder or your family has a history of kidney disorders, you might not want to use this oil (and, as a result, attempt to make this blend).

Excessive use of Spearmint Essential Oil may increase your risk for liver damage. If you already have a liver disorder or your family has a history of liver disorders, you might not want to use this oil (and, as a result, attempt to make this blend).

Juniper Berry Essential Oil (20% of Synergy)

If you’re a weirdo like me and love the way a gin and tonic smells, you’ll fall in love with Juniper Berry Essential Oil the first time you sniff it. It’s got that cool, crisp, biting aroma along with a slight medicinal after-scent…all in a good way.

I love blending it with Grapefruit, Balsam Fir, Pine, Cedarwood, Camphor, or anything in the mint family.

Pros:

It’s a helpful digestive aid! Diffuse Juniper Berry for half an hour to an hour. The antispasmodic, tonic, and stomachic properties of this oil can help put that fussy tummy back into working order. Your twisted guts will unravel, you’ll build up more gastric juices, and be able to push whatever made you feel miserable out a little bit faster. Some people even use this oil to get some relief from constipation.

Carrying some extra water weight? Maybe Juniper Berry can help! I’m not gonna lie. I use it for this exact same reason, though I pair it with my Cardamom oil for a workout. I tend to bloat when I eat salty foods or my time of the month arrives. This flushes all that excess water right out! Juniper Berry makes your body sweat more, but also stimulates your kidneys. Just be sure to drink a lot of water if you use it for this purpose!

It’s good for arthritis, spasms, and cramps! Try a 1-3% dilution of Juniper Berry Essential Oil with a carrier (like jojoba, coconut, or sweet almond oil) and rub it into the sore area. It works quickly and should leave you feeling at least a little better in a few minutes.

It’s good for your skin and promotes a pretty complexion! Some people will use a 1-3% dilution ratio to treat eczema and psoriasis trouble spots. Try mixing it with jojoba oil (a carrier) for maximum effect. I’ll a drop of this (and Palmarosa Essential Oil) to my nightly astringent. I only get a zit or two during my cycle and that’s it.

Calm down, get a good night’s sleep, and banish all those stressful thoughts! Dilute the oil and apply it to the back of your neck or chest right before going to bed. I like to add a drop to my lotion and massage my temples after work, especially if it’s one of those days where I’m stuck in back to back development meetings and I think my head’s going to explode. Even a few drops in your bathtub should do the trick!

Cons:

Never apply this essential oil neat (undiluted) on the skin. Some people have reported irritation, redness, swelling, and a burning sensation when applied neat.

Prolonged use of this essential oil may result in kidney problems, seizures, and other severe side effects. Occasional use should be fine.

Juniper Berry is not an oil you should use if you are pregnant or trying to become pregnant. Juniper is a known abortifacent and can interfere with a uterus’s fertility.

If you are diabetic, you may want to avoid Juniper Berry Essential Oil. WebMD stated that there have been reports of this oil lowering people’s blood sugar to unsafe levels.

Never take this oil internally, as it may irritate your gastrointestinal tract.

If you are on any blood pressure medications, contact your physician before using this essential oil in any large capacity, as Juniper Berry Essential Oil may make blood pressure harder to control.

Juniper Berry Essential Oil may make it more difficult to control your blood sugar before and after surgery. If you’re scheduled for surgery, ere on the side of caution and don’t use this essential oil (and therefore the Mint Condition bath bomb) at least 2 weeks before the scheduled surgery.

Juniper Berry Essential Oil is not a kid-safe oil. Don’t use this oil (or bath bomb) with any kid under the age of 10.

Camphor Essential Oil (15% of Synergy)

If you’ve ever used Vicks Vapor-Rub, you know what camphor smells like! It has a very distinct smell and is used in a lot of vapor decongestant vapor treatments.

Pros:

Clear your lungs and fight that cold! Camphor is used in several over-the-counter treatments for stuffy noses, sore throats, and congested airways for a reason. It’s one of the best things on the market to soothe your airways. The Food and Drug Administration has approved medications with 11% or lower concentrations of Camphor oil for chest rubs.

Boost your blood circulation and fight pain! Camphor improves circulation, which in turn can help with numbness, sore muscles, and aching joints. The Food and Drug Administration has approved creams and topical salves with a 3% to 11% ratio of Camphor for pain relief.

Soothe cold sores, bug bites, hemorrhoids, and minor burns! The Food and Drug Administration has approved creams and topical salves with a 3% to 11% ratio of Camphor for relieving itchy skin.

Ease your arthritis! When mixed with glucosamine sulfate and chondroitin sulfate, people in a clinical study mentioned the pain from their osteoarthritis felt less significant. Doctors believe the Camphor was the star of the three chemicals and most helpful.

Fight off toe fungus! Mix Camphor Essential Oil and Lemon Eucalyptus Oil together with Menthol and apply it to your nasty toenails. Apply the treatment daily until the fungus goes away. It works for some people!

Cons:

Never ingest Camphor Essential Oil. The side effects are severe, and sometimes even fatal. Signs of camphor poisoning in humans includes nausea, vomiting, and a burning throat and lungs.

Some people have a sensitivity to Camphor. You may want to do a patch test to confirm you’ll be alright with this oil. If you are, please use the recommended dilution ratio between this oil and carrier oils.

Never apply Camphor Essential Oil to broken skin. Your skin can absorb oils very quickly and you don’t want your camphor levels to turn toxic.

There are multiple types of Camphor Essential Oil out there, some of which can be potentially dangerous and even fatal. Make absolutely sure that you are buying from a reputable source and that your Camphor oil comes from the wood of the Cinnamomum camphora plant.

Camphor poisoning is oftentimes fatal for pets. Do not diffuse Camphor Essential Oil or apply Camphor Essential Oil on a cat, dog, or rabbit. Not only will they get sick from such a mistake, but it could very well kill them.

This is not a kid-safe oil. Do not use with children under the age of 10.

This is not an asthma-safe oil. Those without asthma, however, may reap camphor’s rewards.

#Skye makes bath bombs #Team Flare Bath Bomb #Mint Condition #Pokemon Bath Bomb #ProfessorPalmarosa #Professor Palmarosa

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dirtierhockey-blog · 6 years ago

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andrew nielsen; unwind

for @fabbrosdubois

“Long day?” Andrew asks, trailing after you to the bedroom to find you already face planted into the made bed.

You hadn’t even greeted him when you got in the door- and even now you just huff into the blanket in response. He didn’t sound anything but his usual caring self but you were wound so tight you were afraid speaking would result in you snapping at him unintentionally.

He doesn’t say anything else but after a minute you feel a dip on the bed beside where your legs are sprawled. Andrew rests a hand on of your calves and the weight of it only helps your body relax into the bed. The relaxation is so desperately needed you whine for it- there’s a tiny huffed chuckle, and you can imagine his fond smile but you can’t get your head up right this moment.

It’s been a rough week and Friday really stomped you into the ground. You don’t have to go back for two days, but two days doesn’t feel long enough, and the stress doesn’t feel like it stayed at the workplace. Andrew’s heard plenty about it after your shifts, and he shows just how much he understands your needs by putting a hand on your other calf too.

Large hands press into your muscles, slowly up the backs of your legs. He kneads a wet gasp out of you, thumbs digging in to loosen tight hamstrings and glutes. After far too little of that he stops and knees around on the bed, settling with his knees on either side of your thighs.

“Let me help you unwind, baby,” he whispers, hands pushing up under the back of your shirt.

You let him maneuver your top over your head, he ensures you have to do as little of it as possible, even pushing your arms up above your head. He leaves them there as he unhooks your bra and slips it off too, pushing both off the other side of the bed. Andrew’s hands take up as much space on your skin as he can while he moves your arms gently to the side.

The trail of warmth his hands leave along your arms, over your shoulders and down the newly bare lines of your back start to coax frustrated muscles to contentment. Before long, his huge hands are working up and down your back, gradually pressing into tighter muscles and getting small sighs and the occasional moan out of you.

Just as you start to melt into the bed, almost being lulled to sleep, Andrew backs off and starts getting up. You go to whine pathetically but he hushes you, hands slipping under your hips to unbutton your pants, tugging them down with ease. He leaves your panties on and seemingly gets off the bed. You hear the open and close of a drawer not far away, then he’s back climbing onto the bed.

When his hands return to the small of your back they’re even warmer and buttery, within seconds of him massaging the oil into your skin you can smell the lavender and neroli of a massage bar you forgot you even had. You’d gotten it for him and done essentially this, with a few more candles-

You don’t reminisce for too long with Andrew’s strong hands kneading the oil into your skin with care. He takes his time ensuring every inch he can reach gets the proper attention on his way up your back. You lose track of time as reaches your shoulders and neck, just putty in his hands. He’s gentler on the spots that make you wince at first and starts smoothing around the edges until he gets every knot and kink.

When he seems satisfied he moves back down your body, both hands cupping your ass. Andrew rubs down your ass and thighs with much slower, greedier hands this time. His fingers drift up between your thighs just enough to tease, he palms your ass cheeks just enough to spread them and pay no more attention before going back to your thighs- you get too caught up in the floating feeling in your limbs to notice when exactly you start letting out the tiny, shuddering whimpers.

“I’ve got you,” Andrew’s voice surrounds you, thumbs pressing right below your cheeks and giving you only a second’s notice of his breath along your skin before he’s sucking a mark into the round of your ass.

One of his thumbs moves your underwear aside and the other hand presses your thighs open just enough to let him get his mouth right over your pussy. You moan into the bedding, biting down on the fabric when his tongue licks into your arousal, through your folds and flicks over your clit.

Andrew keeps that up, putting no urgency behind his tongue’s exploration of your cunt and using his forearms to try to pin you. You don’t have much leverage with his body settled over your legs but you do your best to push your ass back into him to get more. You didn’t realize how worked up your body was until now that he’s pushing around your wetness with just his tongue.

When you’re writhing on the bed and nearly pulling the sheets off the corners of the mattress from fisting them in your hands he finally shows mercy. He knows exactly how to get you off the fastest, but with his hands covered in essential oils he doesn’t even slip a finger over your clit. He ends up spreading your ass wide for him with both hands and diving in to focus his energetic tongue over your aching clit, nudging his nose over your entrance with every movement of his jaw along with it.

It’s not long before you’re cumming with a wordless shout into the bedding bunched up under your head, his mouth sucking over your clit to ride you through the trembling orgasm.

“Let me-” you start, knowing with the massage oil all over your skin he shouldn’t even rub off on you, but his hands grip you in place.

“No, I can get off later- we can shower off and I’ll run a hot bath for us… how does that sound,” when you look back at him he’s smiling so sweetly, like his lips aren’t covered in your cum.

“Perfect, babe,” you answer, beaming.

#andrew nielsen #a nielsen #fabbrosdubois #happy friday bby <3 #nhl imagine #nhl fluff #nhl imagines #ahl imagines #*

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raptorginger · 6 years ago

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Samhain: Chapter 3 - Ostara

for @reysexualkylo

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

It had been several weeks since The Incident, as Rey thought of it.

She had woken up back on the couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket, totally alone save for Dusty. The cat had taken up position on the back of the couch and was staring unblinking at a spot on the floor behind her. Rey had sat up and rubbed her face.

“What a fucked up dream,” she groaned to herself. Dusty hardly moved a hair, which was strange. A low rumble was coming from him, and Rey stilled.

“It was a dream...right?” she asked Dusty.

The cat continued to growl.

Rey got up and walked around her couch to the spot Dusty was staring at. Where the monster had been standing in her dream There was a faint scorch mark and a bit of ash on the wood floor. Rey paled. No, it couldn’t be. Maybe it had come from an ember from the fire she’d had a while back. That she forgot to clean up and didn’t notice until now. Riiight.

And then there’d been that guy. His voice had been so familiar. He knew her name. Tried to throw himself in front of her. That one still floored Rey. Her own parents hadn’t loved her enough to stick around, but some guy had thrown himself in front of some clawed monster for her. Well, it HAD been a dream. Rey quickly scanned her living room and listened for sounds that shouldn’t be. Nothing. She was alone. Last time a voice had told her she wasn’t alone. Had that been his voice? The man in black?

“If that was you, you’re more approachable in sweats,” Rey muttered to herself. More attractive too. He’d been tall and broad, with pale skin and a mop of unkempt black hair. Rey gave herself a shake and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea like she always did when she was out of sorts.

She spent the next several days constantly looking over her shoulder. She was distracted at work, every clang in the shop making her jump. She dropped her wrenches more times than she could count. Her boss, Poe Dameron, went so far as to pull her into his office to ask if she was alright.

With a concerned tilt of his swarthy head, he asked, “Did something happen, Rey? You’re pretty jumpy these days.”

Rey put on her brightest smile and replied, “Oh no, Boss! Just a bit distracted is all.”

Poe leaned back in his chair and regarded her with a skeptical expression. Rey fidgeted under his scrutiny and winced when she felt a strange pressure behind her eyes. She rubbed them and tried to push the feeling out. Poe flinched and sat back up.

“Right,” he muttered, like he knew she wasn’t telling the truth. “Well, try to stay focused, Rey. I can have Finn help you out if you want. We don’t need a Land Rover falling on you,” he said in a more jovial tone.

Rey laughed at the weak joke, and she liked Finn well enough, but she didn’t need the help, bristling slightly at the suggestion. “No need, Boss. I’m fine.”

The idea that Poe thought the quality of her work was slipping jolted Rey back to the present, and she resolved to put this whole dream business behind her. She was a damn good mechanic, and the thought of disappointing a customer was practically offensive to her. She noticed Finn hovering a bit more than was called for in the ensuing days, but she tried not to take it personally. She knew Poe was just trying to watch the shop’s back. They worked on a lot of high end vehicles, and high end vehicles came with high maintenance clients. They didn’t need a lawsuit or a bad review.

Things went back to normal shortly after that. The first hints of spring began to creep through the snow and chill of winter, which made a lot of people happy. Except Rey. Slush and mud is what it meant to her. Although, the sun did shine warmer, which she enjoyed. Too bad the snow it shined on looked filthy and disgusting.

Rey gently lowered the hood of the Porsche she was tuning up, wiping her greasy hands on the rag she kept in her belt. She jotted a couple more things on the receipt before she handed it to Poe to give the customer.

“Tell Mr. Biggs that just because his car can go from 0-160 in 2.5 seconds doesn’t mean it should,” Rey muttered.

“Will do,” Poe chuckled. “How’s it going these days Rey? Any more strange dreams?”

“No, not since…” Rey looked up suddenly. She hadn’t told Poe about the weird dream. Had she? She was sure she hadn’t told anyone. Poe and Finn were probably her closest friends, and she was sure she hadn’t mentioned it to either of them. It was too weird. Besides, Poe would have gotten all psychoanalytical saying how it meant she needed to get laid, and Finn would have said it meant she needed to “confront her past” or some shit.

Poe was looking at her with a curious expression on his face. Like he knew something she didn’t. She’d seen that look before. On Luke’s face last time she’d seen him. Rey cocked her head to the side and wiped her hands with her rag some more. “Do you know a Luke Skywalker?” she asked.

Poe made a “beats me” expression and shrugged. “Name sounds kinda familiar. Customer maybe. Why?”

Rey shrugged back. He was lying. She knew it. “No reason,” she replied as she went to the locker room to scrub out and change. Unzipping her blue-grey jumpsuit and kicking off her work boots, she tugged on her jeans and laced up her Converse. Her arms were covered in motor oil and grease, so she grabbed her tin of strong soap and went to the bathroom. She scrubbed and scrubbed until her hands and arms were raw and red, but clean. She washed her face next before heading back to her locker to put on her t-shirt. She rubbed a bit of Eucerin mixed with Lollia hand cream over her arms and hands before she slipped on her black Patagonia sweater and headed home. She was grateful for the thick rubber soles of her shoes as she headed through the slush and muck of the municipal parking lot to her car.

She frowned at some guy who was leering at her a few feet from her car in the lot. He was smoking a cigarette, his motions turning blatantly suggestive and his eyes looking her up and down. Rey imagined how funny it would be if his lighter caught fire in his pocket right next to his crotch. The man suddenly yelped as his pocket starting burning, smoke curling from his hip. Rey figured an ember from the cigarette must have burned through the plastic to the butane.

“Serves you right, prick,” she grumbled as she turned the key in the ignition and sped off, watching the man hop and flap his arms in her rearview mirror.

***

Pulling into her garage, Rey didn’t see anything amiss, but she felt a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. Getting out of her car, she closed the door as quietly as she could and grabbed a crowbar off of the nearby shelf. Holding it in front of her, she quietly open the door and tiptoed into the mudroom, shutting it softly behind her. She heard nothing, not even Dusty. She relaxed a little. If Dusty wasn’t hissing or growling, things should be alright. Unless… Rey paled at the thought. Holding the crowbar in both hands, she crept into her kitchen. Nothing out of place. No weird smells.

“Dusty!” she hissed. “Dusty!”

Rey breathed a sigh of relief when she heard a delicate meow followed by a soft thump. She set her crowbar down on the counter and pulled off her shoes, tossing them near the washer behind her as Dusty sauntered into view, tail held proudly. Dusty stretched luxuriously before jumping up onto the kitchen island and nuzzling Rey’s arm. She gave the cat a gentle scratch behind the ears, making him purr. She poured some food into his bowl and sprinkled a few treats on top, earning her several excited yowls. She watched Dusty gobble up his food for a minute before she headed towards her bedroom. She stripped her clothes off unceremoniously, leaving them in a pile near her hamper, before she walked the few remaining paces to her adjoining bathroom. Turning the knob all the way towards the ‘H,’ Rey finished undressing, hanging her bra on the door handle and tossing her underwear back into the bedroom. She watched the water rush out of the faucet for a moment, enjoying the swirling of the steam around the stream of water before she tugged the shower pull. She wished she had some essential oils or something handy. Rey closed her eyes and imagined the scents of lavender and sandalwood wafting around her, soothing her frazzled nerves. When she opened them, she swore the scents were there, teasing her nose. She got in the shower without a second thought, attributing it to her overactive imagination. As she rinsed out her conditioner, Rey thought she saw the shadow of a man out of the corner of her eye. Peeking out of the shower curtain, she only saw her blinking owlish eyes staring back at her in the foggy mirror. She shook her head and finished her shower, determined to put these strange feelings aside for the rest of the evening.

After heating a bit of her leftover Pad Thai, Rey planted herself on her couch and switched on Ol’ Reliable, aka Netflix. She navigated to her favorite John Mulaney special and focused on eating her leftovers without making a mess. It didn’t take long for Dusty to curl up next to her hip, trying to force her off the small couch so he could lounge. Eventually, Rey did end up on the floor somehow, her empty bowl on the coffee table. The special over, she flipped to another standby of hers, Daredevil. She was hardly five minutes into the first episode before she was on her side and her head was nestled against a pillow she’d thrown on the floor. Her eyes drifted closed, and she was out.

***

When Rey opened her eyes, she was standing outside a rusted iron gate. Dead leaves and snow swirled in the yard before her, a flagstone path leading up to a dark and foreboding old home. Compelled by some force she couldn’t comprehend, Rey pushed the latch down on the gate, the door swinging open with a groan of protest, and stepped into the yard. Walking slowly up the path, she sensed no danger in front of her, only a feeling of… What was that feeling? Rey turned the warm feeling over and over in her mind, as if it was some kind of stone or object she could examine. It was foreign, strange, but intoxicating. It felt like...she belonged here. That’s what was in front of her, belonging. Rey wrapped her arms around her slim body, trying to hold the feeling close.

Walking up the creaking porch steps, Rey paused at the massive front door. It was maybe one and a half times the size of a normal door. Dark stained wood, long ago scarred by weather or...something. Heavy. A massive pane of stained glass depicting a five pointed star within a circle took up almost half of the door. Rey pushed the handle down, and the door swung open easily for her. A dark foyer stood before her, and Rey stepped inside cautiously. A dim sconce was on her right. Peeking past the open archway, Rey saw a tidy, if old, living room, the fireplace dark. Rey could barely make out bookshelves lining the walls. Just past the archway was a set of stairs, a dark hallway beside them leading towards the back of the house. Rey saw a large leather book on the coffee table, but didn’t enter the room to investigate. The belonging feeling wasn’t in here.

Rey walked up the stairs timidly, trying not to make a sound. On the landing, Rey peeked in the door on her right. Study. There was a hallway on her left. Walking to the end of the hallway, Rey pushed open the half closed door that blocked her way. Rey gasped softly. A fire was dying in the small hearth. An armchair sat beside the fireplace, a lamp beside it. In the middle of the room stood a massive four poster bed, occupied by a huge black dog and a very familiar looking sleeping man. The dog was watching her, a curious expression on its face. Rey walked into the room cautiously, the old wooden floor silent beneath her feet. Reaching the edge of the bed, she held her fingers out to the dog, who gave them a friendly snuffle. The dog rested his head on his massive paws after giving Rey a sniff, and Rey figured that meant it was okay to approach the sleeping man.

Rey looked down at the sleeping man. He was lying on his side, his pale face pinched and pained. He was having a dream, and not a very pleasant one, if Rey had to guess. His hair was a dark mess against the white of the pillowcase, and Rey reached out to smooth some of the strands back from his damp forehead. Rey flinched and retracted her fingers when the man let out a whimpering sound, clutching his blankets tighter to his chest.

“Please don’t,” he was begging some invisible assailant. “Don’t hurt her. Please.”

The dog lying at the foot of the bed let out a mournful whine and looked at Rey with beseeching eyes.

“Who? Don’t hurt who?” Rey whispered, reaching out again. She was pretty sure she knew the answer already. She felt it deep in the marrow of her bones, perhaps etched there since time immemorial.

“Don’t hurt Rey. Take me instead,” he whimpered.

Rey sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed his hair back, resting her other hand gently on his shoulder. “Shh. I’m here. No one’s hurting me.” Rey paused and probed the depths of her mind, searching for something. Finding a thread she didn’t realize was there, she touched it with her mind. She felt rather than heard the name ‘Ben’ echo across her mind.

“I’m here, Ben,” she whispered as she smoothed his hair again. Saying his name felt right. “Ben,” she whispered again, enjoying the sound, the feel of it on her tongue.

Ben’s eyes shot open, and before Rey knew it, he’d seized her and had her pinned beneath him. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated in fear. His chest was heaving. Rey was shocked at the number of scars that ran across the pale skin of his torso. He was holding her by the wrists, and she flexed her hands experimentally. Ben loosened his grasp but did not let her up.

“Are you really here?” he asked in a raspy voice. It sounded as if he’d been screaming. Rey’s heart gave a lurch at the thought of him in pain.

Rey licked her lip. She noticed his gaze flick to the tiny movement. Was she? “I don’t know,” she murmured honestly.

Ben hummed with exhaustion and flopped beside her on the bed, pulling her to him and holding tight. Rey tucked the blankets around them both and let herself drift off with him breathing steadily behind her in the downy softness of his bed.

She woke again with a start, disappointed to find herself back on her cold hard floor, her stomach clenching unpleasantly. Looking at her phone, she saw that it was well past two in the morning. She groaned and rose stiffly, joints cracking, and shambled to her bed.

She was snuggled deep in her covers when she sighed and closed her eyes, Dusty making himself comfortable at her feet, letting out an indignant meow at something. Rey’s eyes shot open again when she felt strong arms wrap around her and pull her close to a warm, familiar chest. One curled hand made its home near her heart, and she knew he could feel its frantic beat.

“I’m not going anywhere, Rey. My Little Bird,” Ben murmured into her hair as his hand spread over her heart, feeling its beat. “I’m Ben, by the way.”

“I know,” Rey replied quietly, closing her eyes with a smile.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo au #modern au #fantasy au #witches #warlocks #force bond #rey #ben solo #rey x ben solo

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rhina988 · 7 years ago

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Indecent Proposal - Chapter 20

Read from the beginning

Chapter 19

Jared's POV

"I know Shannon, I screwed up, big time," I whispered nervously while I looked over my shoulder, not wanting to wake Melody up, as I was pacing next to the bedroom door. She had finally managed to fall asleep and I didn't want to disturb her anymore. She couldn't stop flinching almost the entire night. The second she'd start falling asleep I could feel her body twitching and her hand squeezing mine that was lying across her tummy. My poor little birdy was so terrified and all because of me.

"I'll have to call you back, she could be up any second, and I need to be by her side," Shannon was giving me the third degree and I wasn't really in the mood for lectures, so I cut him off. I needed my big brother to comfort me, but it seemed as if he was taking Melody's side every single time. Truth be told I was the one to blame for the trauma Melody went through, but I still thought Shannon would try to console me and assure me everything will be all right in the end. But he did just the opposite.

As I hung up the phone, I walked back to bed and gently laid down next to Melody, hoping she would stay asleep. Unfortunately she was up the second she felt my body wrapping around hers.

"Jared," she gasped reaching for my arm.

"Shhh, it's ok baby girl. I'm right here," I pulled her closer to me even though she was as close as she could be.

"How long was I asleep," she asked with a sleepy voice.

"Not long. An hour maybe," I kissed her temple. "Did you have a bad dream?"

"No. I didn't dream about anything," she sighed," I thought I didn't catch any sleep."

"You did, but not as nearly enough," I said and brushed my nose over her neck, breathing in the smell of her skin and the gorgeous aroma of her hair. She always smelled like cherry and cinnamon, mixed with a gorgeous scent of her nourished flawless skin.

"I know, I think I should take a bath first. I can never sleep as well as when I'm clean," she said and got up.

After she'd gone to the bathroom, I took my phone only to see a new text message

I always keep my end of the bargain.

- X.

"Son of a bitch!" I said through gritted teeth not wanting to alert Melody. Then I stood up, and dialed the number, nervously pacing across the room, when he answered. "Listen to me, you piece of shit, you're going to pay for this so bad. You have no idea who you're dealing with.... Oh, yeah? Well, I'm gonna threaten as much as I want to, because you didn't respect our deal. I specifically told you not to... No, no, no, shut the fuck up. You were not supposed to do a single thing, and now you're gonna suffer some serious consequences. You should really watch your back," I said and hung up throwing the phone on the bed.

I pressed my hands against my face and squeezed it hard, trying to control myself from screaming out of anger. I huffed and puffed, pacing from one corner of the room to another, trying to figure out how to tell Melody that all of this was my fault. Or if I should tell her at all. Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut. It's not like she could ever find out. I was so afraid she would hate me forever if I admitted this to her. But she has such a big heart, maybe she would be able to understand I arranged everything before I fell in love with her. Well, at least before I was aware of my love for her, anyway. I never intended for her to be this traumatized. All I wanted was for Xander to scare her a little, but only because I thought our life together wouldn't be bearable. After we reconciled at the wedding, I changed my mind, and tried to cancel that stupid arrangement, but that idiotic bully wouldn't accept it. It would be best if I just kept all this to myself. At least for now, Melody is far too fragile for any more bad news.

Melody's POV

I stepped inside the bathroom, unzipped my jumpsuit, and just let it slide of my body, leaving it down on the floor. I turned to the mirror and looked at myself, only to be greeted with the most horrible face ever. My mascara smeared all over my cheeks, my lipstick all fade out, and this mess of a hair needed some serious untangling and washing. I immediately splashed water over my face, scrubbing it roughly to clean all the filth of that man's hands. I could still feel that huge palm covering my mouth and all I could think about was washing all that stench off of me. I brushed my hair next, walking towards the bathtub and filling it up. I needed a little bit of alone time in a warm bath where I could think about everything.

I put in a little bit of essential oils, some bath salt, and a lot of bubbles to make me relax. It was all I needed to feel at ease, for at least a while. I stepped inside and sat down, grabbing a loofa to clean my entire body. As I was tracing the sponge over every little inch of my body, a million thoughts ran through my mind. Who was that man? What was he saying when Jared started punching him? Why would he even attack me, when Jared wasn't that far away, and I could have easily screamed his name if I hadn't been that petrified? He wasn't rushing to do anything, so he probably wasn't gonna rob me, or molest me, otherwise he would be in a much bigger hurry, given the circumstances. How safe was my life with Jared anyway? He is rich, famous, and people of his kind tend to be a real pain in the neck for jealous people who were not as fortunate. I could easily be kidnapped this very moment, or tomorrow, or while I'm shopping alone. Everybody knows I'm Mrs. Leto now, and I'm the perfect target for all the people who wish to harm Jared. Just as I was falling deep into my thoughts I heard the door open and Jared peeking inside. I smiled and he entered the bathroom, walking slowly toward me.

"How are you feeling," he asked as he squatted next to the bathtub placing his forearms on the ridge of the tub and leaning his chin against them, looking me with such worry.

"Not bad," I answered and smiled a little still feeling tense and alert.

"Would it feel a little better if I helped you with your bath," Jared took the loofa from me and started to rub my shoulders, my neck and my chest with it.

"It absolutely would, thank you," I said and enjoyed his gentle touch. He circled the loofa all over my chest, going up my neck, then to my shoulders and my back as I pulled up and allowed him to reach the rest of my upper body.

I leaned in and bent my legs, wrapping my arms around them I rested my head on my knees, as Jared slowly washed my back. His touch was so tender and full of care I wanted to melt under it, right then and there. Then he left the sponge and took me by my shoulders so I would straighten up.

"Mind me joining you?" he whispered in my ear.

"I thought you'd never ask," I answered and scooted down a little, to make some room for him.

Taking his pants and shirt off quickly, he undressed completely in a matter of seconds, and sat right behind me. Wrapping his arms around my body, Jared took me in his embrace letting me lean back against his chest. This was it. The place I never wanted to leave again. His body enfolding tightly around mine as if he never wanted to lose me, and me holding onto his embrace like my life depended on it. All I needed was to feel safe again and Jared was the only person who could offer me security, care, love and hopefully for more than just a year. Now I know for sure that I don't want this marriage to last for just a year. I wish for us to stay together till death do us part.

After we've stayed cushioned to one another for some time, Jared kissed my cheek and straightened us up, so he can pour water over my hair and wash it for me. He started massaging shampoo so fondly into my scalp, as if he would break me if he pressed any harder. I felt like a delicate little bird and Jared sensed it too. Every touch, every rub was tenderer than the previous and I suddenly felt incredibly safe. After washing my hair, he quickly washed his body as well, so we could go to bed as soon as possible. Once he took care of me so nicely, he stepped out of the bathtub, put on his bathrobe, and helped me get out. Wrapping me in a bathrobe and lifting me up, Jared wanted to carry me to bed in his arms. Picking me up from the floor so strongly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck breathing in his scent. I never wanted to leave his embrace. He stopped for a while and looked at me, as I lifted my head up to meet his piercing blue eyes. He kissed my lips gently, brushing his nose against mine afterwards.

Once he tucked me in, Jared laid next to me and pulled me closer to him once more. It seemed to me like he was going to spoon me every time we went to sleep. If I didn't know any better, I’d think he needed to have me close to him as much as I needed him next to me. Falling asleep knowing that you have someone to watch over you and offer you comfort and protection was one of the best feelings in the world. I managed to calm my nerves very quickly, and after our breathing became in synced, both Jared and I fell asleep.

The first microsecond of the alarm sound woke me up, and I blenched feeling my heart beating fast. Apparently, I’was gonna be a light sleeper from now on. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down and the fact that Jared’s body was still pressed tightly against mine gave me more comfort. I rolled toward him slowly, trying not to wake him up, but as I looked up to his eyes, they were already watching me. I smiled and he did the same.

“Morning, wifey,” Jared said and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. Putting a strand of hair behind my ear he slowly kissed my lips, as his hand lovingly cupped my cheek.

Breaking this sweet soothing kiss I said, “Morning hubby,” I kissed the palm of his hand and he kept brushing his thumb over my cheek.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I did actually. Having you hold me the entire night was all I needed for a good night’s sleep,” I said and felt my heart skipping a beat. My God, I was falling for Jared so hard it felt unreal.

“Same here. Knowing you’re right here next to me, helped me sleep like a baby too. I’m not leaving you alone for a second anymore.”

“That would make going to the bathroom really awkward,” I said and giggled.

“You’re such a geek...” he said and chuckled, “OK, you get to go to the bathroom alone, but that’s where I draw the line.”

“Deal,” I said in a sleepy voice yawning a little.

“I know you’d probably like to stay in bed all day long,” Jared said while I nodded like a little girl hoping to get her wish come true, “but we should catch a flight to our honeymoon, remember.”

“Oooo, yes, a honeymoon, that you won’t tell me where it is,” I frowned my face and pouted hoping to get at least some kind of information from Jared.

“Nice try,” Jared said and flicked my nose, “but it has to be a surprise. So, get your sexy ass out of the bed and pack, so we can finally start enjoying our married life,” kissing my forehead Jared got out of the bed and started dressing up while I took a few more seconds to stretch in bed before I did the same.

Chapter 21

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His keys jangled as he tiredly pulled them from his pocket and fubled them onto the carport ground. As he bent over to pick them up he noticed in the morning light that the door he was standing in front of was slightly ajar. With his empty hand he pushed the door open and tossed his heavy shift bag down off to the side. Stepping into what was his dinning room he took a deep breath taking in the scent of essential oils and fresh ground coffee that was the warm welcoming fragrance that was "home". Tossing his keys on the table he walked into the kitchen to find his favorite mug with coffee just the way he liked it on the counter with a shot glass of cold whiskey sitting next to it. He downed the shot followed by a sip of coffee as he noticed the shower was running in the other side of the house. Warmth filled his body as he stretched his tall and wide 6 foot frame bending and reaching across the clear part of the counter, resting his head on the cool surface as his scruffy brown hair fell into his blue eyes. With a puff of air from his mouth he cleared his vision as he stood back up and took another sip of coffee as he retrieved the whisky bottle from the freezer pouring another shot. It was time for him to make the decision on whether he was going to commit to caffinating or if he was going to take a nap. He considered the running shower and the woman in it, he himself just took a shower two hours before to wash blood off and changed his uniform, decided against joining her.

He unbuttoned the top buttons on his uniform shirt exposing his chest and abdomen as he walked into the living room with his mug and shot glass in one hand. Taking in the full view of natural light from tall windows with white laced curtains providing privacy, he made his way through the room. Placing his mug on a table and sitting himself into a oversized leather recliner he sighed. As he pulled his phone out of his pocket he heard the shower shut off and a glass shower door open and then close. Connecting the bluetooth of his phone to a speaker system in the living room he scrolled through playlists as the speakers beeped twice signaling that they were connected. Selecting "slow desert blues" a single guitar starts playing and echoing through the house shortly followed by a sweet yet raspy female singers voice. Leaning back in the chair caused the leg rest to lift up leaving him reclined as he took his second shot. Placing the empty glass next to his mug on the table he noticed the smell of japanese cherry blossom and the slight change in humidity in the room as he heard the barefoot steps coming down the hall.

Her coming around the corner and entering the room was reminiscent of a cellar door being open abruptly, allowing light to shine in to the darkness. She was short and curvy with wet curly red hair hanging around her shoulders covering one rootbeer colored eye as she stopped in front of his chair. Her bright red lipstick was the only makeup she wore contrasting with her pale porcelain skin. She wore only one of his light blue button up dress shirts with the cuffs barely rolled up to her wrist and the shirt unbuttoned from the top to the point of indecency showing her clearly braless cleavage.

"Morning tiger" she said huskily as she leaned over to unzip and then pull off his boots with a umph. "now isn't that better" she said as she awkwardly tried to straddle the leg rest with her short legs. He leaned his weight back so she wouldn't end up falling on the floor. Instead she landed roughly straddling his lap as she barely avoided head butting him as her damp hair fell in his face covering him with the smell of cherry blossom conditioner. She leaned back adjusting herself for them to both be more comfortable and she leaned back towering over him in a position of power she was clearly enjoying. She smiled like she had just gotten away with something, though he didn't know what if she had. He grabbed her bare thighs helping her keep her balance as she leaned over to take a pull of his coffee and setting it back down replacing the smell of mint mouthwash with the smell of fair trade double french roast on her breath. Leaning forward a lil bit gave him a great view and brought him a new scent of vanilla body lotion on her breast. Now no longer keeping her stable he rubbed his hands on the smooth lotioned outside of her hips. "Did you sleep any?" she said as she leaned back again and unbuttoned the last two bottom buttons on his uniform shirt. He had left them buttoned just so she could do that. "A lil bit" he responded as she worked her hands on his belly sliding them under his shirt and wrapping her arms around him. Her cool hair laid across his chest contrasting the body heat radiating from the rest of her as she essentially coiled around him and kissed him so gently on his throat that he barely felt it.

Readjusting his hands and moving them farther forward on her tighs to her butt he realized she was truly was wearing his shirt and nothing else. " No panties? how lewd" he mimicked a voice from a western they watched earlier that week. Breathing him in deeply she squirmed in his lap and retorted " I know someone who doesn't mind". He moved his hands up under her shirt and laying them on the small of her back to adjust her so she wasn't making his ever tightening pants more uncomfortable... She bit her lip with self satisfaction.

"Yeah, well he always thinks poking you is a good idea" he said as he looked into her eyes and ran his hands back round to where they encircled her waist. She responded by taking his right hand by the wrist and moving his fingers in between her legs to where they touched her warm clearly wet womanhood and said "he isn't the only one that thinks that's a good idea". "I made myself ready for you" she whispered as his fingers slipped between the lips, penetrating her. She breathed in deep as he wiggled trying to uncompress the bulge in his pants." That sounds like I missed out on a good time" he groaned while she squirmed trying to make herself more accessible. "Don't worry you’re going to be involved in all the best parts." She grunted as she pulled herself up a little bit to reach his zipper to carefully and slowly unzipped him. there was instant relief as his cock pressed out of his pants like a stalk reaching for the sun. Her hand immediately wrapping around his manhood sliding up and down while making greedy nosies.

"I'm just along for the ride lover" he said placing his hands on her hips again. She moved forward as his tip pressed across warmth and wetness. " Nay nay, I'm the one riding tiger" she huffed as in one movement she worked him inside of her. After a few initial movements she found her pace in a smooth slow rhythm. He supported her movement with his left hand as his right moved across her fevered body finding itself on her left breast with its nipple already tight and hard. She let out a pleased sound at this new development, so he worked the nipple between thumb and pointer finger drawing even more noises as her lips parted with her breathing getting faster. She leaned back allowing his engorged and eager cock to slide more anteriorly inside her, while still pushing her breast into his hand. With the quickend motions he moved his hand down to her hip to stabilize her. "As your were tiger!" she cried as she moved his right hand back to her breasts and continued her motions.

"Yes maam" he replied as he fondled her just the way he knew she liked it. Through the movement he felt the changes inside her as she tightened around his cock. She screamed a sound of no particular words but clearly exalted. There was a rush of moisture that flowed around him, not quite a full squirt but clearly from a jolly good orgasam. " You are welcome" he gasps, her vagina still spasmed as he twitched inside her, each movement sending ripples through her body. Looking down on him she got that sly mischievous smile again as she caught her breath, then slowly started working on the motions she knew he liked. She leaned forward bring her breast down in his face and started putting a lil bounce in her movement cause her bountiful ass to slap him slightly. She put one hand under him drawing her closer and onto him more forcefully as she used her other hand to move the hair, first from her eyes then his, she stared deep into what she swears was his very soul. her curly hair now less damp pouring across her shoulders, back, and neck. He takes two very sharp breaths followed by one long one as she feels him twitch inside her and she feels herself become full from him. She leans forward kissing his nose knowing she is going to leave lipstick on it and whispers " you ...are... welcome tiger"

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