#the movement is coolish

[bisthefairy]

It is with a heavy heart u n u that I pronounce Penny's Big Breakaway...

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[teafiend]

Like An Odd Sight Come Out At Night

(Title take from the lyrics to “Movement”, by Hozier)

Rating: Teens and above (post-coital, intimacy, intimate moments etc); F/M

The coolish night air wafting through the open window brings with it the cadenced trill of crickets, familiar and calming. It is a comfortably warm evening. The last gasp of summer is upon them.

Yoon is sitting cross-legged on the floor bedding facing Gil Young, who is lying prone on her stomach, cheek pillowed on her forearm, knees bent, feet slightly swaying in the air.

His attention keeps straying to the fair, creamy expanse of her bare back and beautifully curved derriere, her flowing hair a curtain of inky black down her shoulder blades.

A visual as sensually entrancing as the images from sketches and paintings he had caught glimpses of in museums and books past.

Her skin still bears the sheen of sweat and the hint of a faint pink blush from their vigorous lovemaking minutes before, yet Yoon still craves for more. In need of something which at the moment seems elusive.

It is not a desire for sexual pleasure, of that he is certain. He feels wonderfully relaxed and satisfied, as he always does after the fulfillment from being physically intimate with her.

He realises it. He yearns for connection. To capture this moment of togetherness, and to prolong it.

His gaze lingers on her. Fixates.

“What’s so fascinating?” Gil Young murmurs languidly.

“You,” Yoon answers as he lies down on his side next to her, their bodies only inches from each other. He can feel warmth radiating from her nearness. It is reassuring.

She hums noncommittally.

He trails his eyes over the smooth texture of her skin, blemish free and supple. Remembers the feel of their softness underneath his fingertips. His hands.

Yoon rests his right hand at the base of her back, the sloping area where her spine intersects with her prettily rounded derrière. His thumb begins a rhythmic caress.

Yoon hesitates for a beat before speaking softly, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” comes the immediate response.

Bashfully, Yoon asks, “Do you remember your first kiss?”

Her brows crinkle in reminiscence, and then the edge of her lips curls down in slight distaste.

He ventures cautiously, “Was it that bad?”

Gil Young turns her gaze towards him, somber, “It was not a first kiss per se. More an attempted assault. I was accosted. The result of a stupid bet, I reckoned. When I was seventeen, maybe? Those years bled a lot into each other. If you thought you had seen me angry when we met again, you had not seen me then.”

Yoon’s eyes widen in horrified shock but before he can utter a word of comfort in commiseration, she continues with a satisfied gleam in her eyes, defiant pride in her voice, “But I made sure the bully regretted his behaviour. I think I nearly broke his arm. Or did I actually break it? I can’t recall accurately now.”

She mimics a shrug from her prone position, “I did not get any authority figure involved, and the boy never said anything about me being the one to injure him. Too embarrassed, I expect. Anyhow, I steered clear of boys from then on. Not that there was any interest there to begin with.”

“I am sorry you had to experience that. I am sure he deserved what he got,” Yoon consoles weakly, a heavy lump gathering in his throat. He begins to stroke up and down her back, the feel of her skin against his hand grounding him in their present.

“Don’t worry about it, it was nothing I dwelled on. Until you asked me about it, in all these years I don’t think I have given it any thought at all. And I am sure yours were worse, so let’s not compare sob stories,” she says evenly, her gaze empathetic.

When he first posed the question, Yoon never expected the subject to become this strangely sober window into other fragments of their past experiences, but instead of simply being upset about them, he finds himself more preoccupied by the grace and preciousness of their present.

And what they have now is an infinitely cherished blessing.

He reaches over to press an affectionate kiss to the tip of her shoulder. Gil Young gives him a fond smile.

“But your first kiss must be a nicer story, since you asked,” she prods, her small smile sweet and beguiling.

“Nothing remarkable, actually. At least nothing as traumatically dramatic as yours,” he discloses somewhat dispassionately.

Gil Young listens with rapt attention, her interest apparent.

“The young woman is someone from my former church, and we knew each other from church organised activities. There was no relationship or anything, but when I was nearing the end of my military service, she confessed her feelings and then kissed me. It had come as a surprise more than anything. I had already decided to join the clergy by then. I let her know and it was a good enough reason as any,” he further clarifies.

Gil Young nods sympathetically, “Minus the priesthood, that sounds surprisingly normal. Glad yours is such a run-of-the-mill first kiss story.”

She cranes over towards him, pecking him on the lips, “Thank you for telling me.”

Yoon returns a tiny smile of his own, soaking up the soothing warmth beneath his hand.

“Were you ever tempted, though?” she asks, curiosity threading her words.

Yoon answers frankly, “No. I had thought I might be, but it turned out not to be the case. I remember not feeling anything, and I liked her as a casual friend. She was beautiful too. In a way, she made me think that I could withstand temptation. No doubt, for many long years, that was true.”

He looks over at a spot beyond her beautiful eyes, his gaze unseeing, voice deep, touched with a taint of regret wrapped in certainty. “It was easy to be focused only on one objective to the exclusion of others. To bury inconvenient feelings in the service of a greater goal. Not that it was always true. But lying to oneself is not that hard. Until it becomes untenable. Impossible to ignore, that’s it.”

Gil Young nods, extending a hand over to caress his cheek. Her fingertips scorch, clearing the gathering fog in his mind. His gaze holds hers again, and the love and tenderness he notes in them buoys up his heart, pulling him back to the present. Their present.

He grins lightly, self-deprecating, “Well, then things changed and you happened. Until you, it turns out I don’t know what temptation is. So here we are.

“You make me sound like a dirty word,” Gil Young admonishes in amusement.

Yoon moves closer, gazes into her eyes, earnest and adoring as he promises, his lips a hair’s breadth away from hers, “That is far from the truth. You are my benediction. My beatitude.”

As he finishes his pledge, Gil Young closes the minute distance between them, her kiss a seal to his vows.

Notes: This ficlet is inspired by a beautiful, sensually charged scene from the fascinatingly complex and wonderfully nuanced Japanese movie, “Shoplifters” by KOREEDA Hirokazu. That scene left an impression, and imagining my OTP in a somewhat similar setting made my heart soar, so here it is. Truly, nothing is as gorgeously joyful as maximum self-indulgence.

Thank you.

[darkwood-sleddog]

Coolish weather is the perfect time to get some lead dog training in (weather is still too warm to do a full run so lots of stop and start which is great for this kind of training.

For Slash a lot of his lead dog training includes being motivated and listening past distractions on routes that aren’t as exciting as our typical trails (here we have a section of our normal walk route at home). In this environment he’s really used to getting his sniff walks so getting him to listen in trot is great brain work (trot, although the most efficient form of canine movement can also be more distracting for dogs to run in because of its slower pace).

[vogelschadel]

Character Questionnaire

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1) WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?

Very clean. Gilbert is not big on cologne or perfumes, but he’s bound to smell fresh and sporty from deodorants geared for athletes. They give off a minty and crispy scent. Gilbert also carries the scent of various mild cleaning products. It’s not unusual to catch the odour of leather, oil and exhaust fumes on him after he’s tinkered with car engines or ridden his motorbike, too.

2) HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE / SHOWER?  ANY HABITS?

Gilbert takes a coolish, quick shower most days after his morning workout. He likes taking a longer, hot shower when the weather is cold or when he’s sick. He rarely takes a bath. 

3) DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

Gilbert has one piercing on each earlobe. His go-to earrings are black or silver studs, or small silver rings. He wears cuffs and additional clip on earrings to accentuate a punk look from time to time.

4) ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS (EX: LEG SHAKING)?

He tilts his head to the side a LOT. When he’s listening, admiring, questioning, teasing, challenging or scrutinizing whatever or whoever he’s with. Depending on the occasion, it can be either endearing or very annoying. Way back then, it could’ve even been intimidating. When he is nervous, he taps his fingers on whatever surface is available. 

5) WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN?

His usual combo is a black tank top and boxer briefs. If the weather gets colder, he might include socks or opt for entire pajamas. 

6) WHAT’S THEIR FAVORITE PIECE OF CLOTHING?

He feels particularly badass whenever he pulls on his leather jacket.

7) WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY WAKE UP?

Stretch, stretch some more, roll around and yawn obnoxiously. He’ll try to get up as soon as possible after waking, because he often feels so tempted to stay in his soft bed, especially since he isn’t really expected anywhere on most days. 

He also does something truly frightening, he makes his bed right after getting up. Every morning! ! !

8) HOW DO THEY SLEEP?  POSITION?

Gil is generally an extremely sound sleeper. He either sleeps curled up, or in the starfish position and centuries on the move from battlefields to battlefields has rendered him able to sleep absolutely anywhere. The floor, a bench, a closet, he’ll make due. Don’t be scared when you find him bundled up in a bathtub when he’s too tired to take the 10 extra steps to his bed. 

9) WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE?

Not particularly smooth or rough, but very cold more often than not. This is due to his frequent anaemia.

10) IF YOU KISSED THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY USUALLY TASTE LIKE?

Mint, eucalyptus sugar, honey, etc. He indulges in throat candies and mints a lot. A taste of beer would greet you in the evenings too. 

Tagged by: @lavendersails thank you so much!! This was a really interesting one to do!:D <3 Though Gil’s cleanliness makes me feel like a slob, *cries*

Tagging: @islandiis @danishlxw @turkcentric and you!!

[nzvalley]

The “Broken Bow” Novelization, Part 1

Prolegomenon and Miscellany

I got ahold of a copy of the novelization of Broken Bow by Diane Carey, wanting to look at some early conceptions on Archer, T’Pol, and the show in general. Novelizations like these aren’t canon exactly, but they do hold more weight than other random books. Either way it’s fun to see how various writers imagined the characters at the outset of the show versus how they developed, and to get insight into the characters’ internal thoughts and feelings.

Besides that, I’m curious about the process of the novelization. In some scenes, it reads like she has seen dailies/rushes. She gets every movement, every look. There are instances like this for scenes that aren’t in the pilot. Other times it’s like she’s read the shooting script but is missing the visuals. And in some parts, it’s more like she’s read a summary of the scene, getting the jist but inventing the context, motivations, blocking, etc. 

There’s also a lengthy (roughly 30 pages of addendum) behind-the-scenes look at the show by Paul Ruditis, where the producers and designers discuss alternative possibilities for the setup for the show and discuss T’Pol in depth. There’s a lot in this section of design, most of which I personally don’t get into. But it’s there for anyone who wants to read it. The parts that stood out to me:

Archer is described as “a little bit Captain Kirk and a little bit Chuck Yeager” (p.248). That’s actually a great description. T’Pol is described as “severe yet sensual” (p. 252,) which is true but telling.

Speaking of telling:

The hardest role to cast was T’Pol. Anytime you’re trying to cast a complex character who’s an intelligent, mysterious complicated alien and also who happens to be a babe, it is not an easy task. The last time we really had to do this was with Seven of Nine, and it took a lot of time. So the last role we cast was T’Pol. It took a lot of searching to find that actress who was at once striking and yet had an intelligence about her, who also is a good actress. It is a hard combo, for whatever reason.”

The costume designer discusses the choices for T’Pol

In T’Pol he has a character of a race the audience is quite familiar with. The task in this case was to maintain the familiar while reinventing the look more for today’s audience. Blackman describes his approach to this new character: “Some of it is about broad-based marketing and other parts of it are about getting a character going. That uniform has a sort of form fit. It’s a very beautiful woman… She’s definitely in earth tones. it’s kind of gray/brown, very sort of striated piece of fabric. The Vulcans tend to be more coolish in color. I’ve chosen not to do that. I’ve chosen to warm her up. She plays against it. She’s very Vulcan in the script and she’s very Vulcan- and will be, I think- throughout. There’s a hint of Vulcan in the design and it’s got to be a uniform. We’ve never seen the Vulcans in uniform before. So I just went with this other look.” (277-279)

Another interesting note on T’Pol’s costume, the novel describes what T’Pol wears through much of the episode as a “Vulcan commissar’s uniform” (p. 57). At the first of many romantic dinners between Archer, T’Pol, and Trip, we learn T’Pol’s specific assignment, and that she’s a sort of like a postdoc in social theory.

“So, Miss TeePol, how long you been on earth?” “A few weeks, this occasion. I am not permanently living there.” “Yeah? Where’d you go to school?” “At which level?” “Well...the latest level.” “I am Ambassador Soval’s apprentice in interplanetary sociopolitical studies.” (p.85)

One thing that is way amped up in the book, and almost nonexistent in the pilot, is how much Archer is annoyed by Phlox. He seems more infuriated by Phlox’s cheeriness than he does with the Vulcans. In the pilot it comes off the opposite to me, that Phlox’s unflappability gives Archer comfort.

When talking about Trip, several times the author calls him “Charlie Tucker.” Which just made me laugh each time I saw it. I couldn’t help but imagine that he had been named buy really big Southern Rock fans combining Charlie Daniels Band + Marshall Tucker Band. 

Lastly, Diane Carey’s dedication/attribution is awesome. I’ve read a lot of books in my life, and hers for this is among the most singular and memorable. 

Parts of this novelization were written aboard the topsail schooner Pride of Baltimore II during the American Sail Training Association Great Lakes Tall Ship Challenge of 2001. - D. Carey, Ship’s Cook.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 

[gaysparklepires]

7. Unexpected

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The line of black advanced on me through the shroud-like mist. I could see their dark ruby eyes glinting with desire, lusting for the kill. Their lips pulled back over their sharp, wet teeth—some to snarl, some to smile.

I heard a sound behind me, I turned to see the faces of my human family and friends, all of them were trembling with fright. I turned back to face the oncoming threat, though I was desperate to make sure everyone I loved felt safe and reassured, I could not afford any lapse in focus now.

The guards ghosted closer, their black robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw their hands curl into bone-colored claws. They started to drift apart, angling to come at us from all sides. We were surrounded. We were going to die.

And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet nothing changed—the Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I wantedthem to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a smile on my face, and a snarl ripped through my bared teeth.

I jolted upright, shocked out of the dream.

The room was black. It was also steamy hot. Sweat matted my hair at the temples and rolled down my throat.

I groped the warm sheets and found them empty.

“Edward?”

Just then, my fingers encountered something smooth and flat and stiff. One sheet of paper folded in half. I took the note with me and felt my way across the room to the light switch.

The outside of the note was addressed to Mr. Beau Cullen.

I’m hoping you won’t wake and notice my absence, but, if you should, I’ll be back very soon. I’ve just gone to the mainland to hunt. Go back to sleep and I’ll be here when you wake again. I love you.

I sighed. We’d been here about two weeks now, so I should have been expecting that he would have to leave, but I hadn’t been thinking about time. We seemed to exist outside of time here, just drifting along in a perfect state.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I felt absolutely wide awake, though the clock on the dresser said it was after one. I knew I would never be able to sleep as hot and sticky as I felt. Not to mention the fact that if I shut off the light and closed my eyes, I was sure to see those prowling black figures in my head.

I got up and wandered aimlessly through the dark house, flipping on lights. It felt so big and empty without Edward there. Different.

I ended up in the kitchen and decided that maybe I should eat something. I wasn’t particularly hungry, but maybe some comfort food would be nice.

I poked around in the fridge until I found all the ingredients for fried chicken. The popping and sizzling of the chicken in the pan was a nice, homey sound; I felt less nervous while it filled the silence.

It smelled so good that I started eating it right out of the pan, burning my tongue in the process. By the fifth or sixth bite, though, it had cooled enough for me to taste it. My chewing slowed. Was there something off about the flavor? I checked the meat, and it was white all the way through, but I wondered if it was completely done. I took another experimental bite; I chewed twice. Ugh—definitely bad. I jumped up to spit it into the sink. Suddenly, the chicken-and-oil smell was revolting. I took the whole plate and shook it into the garbage, then opened the windows to chase away the scent. A coolish breeze had picked up outside. It felt good on my skin.

I was abruptly exhausted, but I didn’t want to go back to the hot room. So I opened more windows in the TV room and lay on the couch right beneath them. I turned on the same movie we’d watched the other day and quickly fell asleep to the bright opening song.

When I opened my eyes again, the sun was halfway up the sky, but it was not the light that woke me. Cool arms were around me, pulling me against him. At the same time, a sudden whirl of dizziness and a sharp pain twisted in my stomach.

“I’m sorry,” Edward was murmuring as he wiped a wintry hand across my clammy forehead. “So much for thoroughness. I didn’t think about how hot you would be with me gone. I’ll have an air conditioner installed before I leave again.”

I couldn’t concentrate on what he was saying. “Excuse me!” I gasped, struggling to get free of his arms.

He dropped his hold automatically. “Beau?”

I streaked for the bathroom with my hand clamped over my mouth. I felt so horrible that I didn’t even care—at first—that he was with me while I crouched over the toilet and was violently sick.

“Beau? What’s wrong?”

I couldn’t answer yet. He held me anxiously, keeping my hair out of my face, waiting till I could breathe again.

“Damn rancid chicken,” I moaned.

“Are you all right?” His voice was strained.

“Fine,” I panted. “It’s just food poisoning. You don’t need to see this. Go away.”

“Not likely, Beau.”

“Go away,” I moaned again, struggling to get up so I could rinse my mouth out. He helped me gently, ignoring the weak shoves I aimed at him.

After my mouth was clean, he carried me to the bed and sat me down carefully, supporting me with his arms.

“Food poisoning?”

“Yeah,” I croaked. “I made some chicken last night. It tasted off, so I threw it out. But I ate a few bites first.”

He put a cold hand on my forehead. It felt nice. “How do you feel now? You’re very warm.”

I thought about that for a moment. The nausea had mostly passed, but I still felt off. All my joints ached. And it was so hot—swelteringly hot.  

He made me drink a big glass of water. He wanted me to stay in bed, but I didn’t want to, so he carried me to the couch in front of the television. He put on CNN—we’d been so out of touch, world war three could have broken out and we wouldn’t have known—and I lounged drowsily across his lap.

I got bored with the news and twisted around to kiss him. Just like this morning, a bout of nauseating dizziness overwhelmed me, and a sharp rolled through my body when I moved. I lurched away from him, my hand tight over my mouth. I knew I’d never make it to the bathroom this time, so I ran to the kitchen sink.

He kept my hair back from my face again.

“Maybe we should go back to Rio, see a doctor,” he suggested anxiously when I was rinsing my mouth afterward.

I shook my head and edged toward the hallway. Doctors meant needles. “I’ll be fine right after I brush my teeth.”

“What’s this?” He asked, running his cool fingers over the back of my neck.

I reached back, feeling a lump where his fingers had been. “I don’t know…” I hesitated. “Oh, no, wait, I remember. I got bit by some bug the other night.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, concerned.

“It didn’t seem like that big of a deal, bug bites are part of being human,” I shrugged, inching my way to the bathroom, “Besides, I had other things on my mind that night.”

He chuckled softly. “I see.”

“Is it hotter today than it’s been?” I asked, feeling the sweat beading on my forehead.

“No more so than before,” He said softly, “perhaps you overheated last night.”

“Maybe.” I said, inching into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

When my mouth tasted better, I searched through my suitcase for the little first-aid kit Alice had backed for me, full of human things like bandages and painkillers—I had a searing headache, probably from the strain of vomiting. Some painkillers and Pepto-Bismol would help settle my head and my stomach and calm Edward down.

As I was fumbling with the bottle of painkillers I felt another wave of dizziness coming on, I tried to steady myself against the sink, dropping the bottle which clattered to the tile floor.

“Are you alright, love?” Edward asked through the door. “Did you get sick again?”

“Just a dizzy spell,” I groaned. “I think I’m oka—” My words were cut off by a sudden, violent cough that wracked through my body.

“Beau? Can I please come in?” His voice was worried now.

“O…kay…” I gasped through the coughs.

He came in and appraised my position, gripping the edge of the sink, my body still shaking from the violent coughing fit. Then his eyes grew wide and he was at my side, a hand on my back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just a cough, I think maybe I have the flu or something.” I answered, clearing my throat.

“Beau…” His hand was at my mouth, his fingers wiping something away from the corner.

“What is it?” I asked, I was having an increasingly hard time focusing.

His face was stone, his eyes wide and hard, his lips pressed into a tight line as he held his hand out to me. There was blood on his fingers.

“What the hell?” I wiped at the corners of my mouth with my hand, finding more blood. “That’s… not good.” I coughed again, into my hand. When the fit passed, there were more flecks of red in my palm.

Edward’s hand was on my forehead in a flash. “You’re burning up. Does anything else feel wrong?” His voice was strained and full of panic.

“My head hurts, my body aches, I feel dizzy…” I tried to assess my physical state as thoroughly as possible. “I guess I’m pretty thirsty.” I couldn’t list anymore symptoms, another violent coughing fit spasmed through me and I lost my balance, falling into Edward’s arms.

In the same moment, Edward’s phone rang, shrill and demanding. Neither of us moved. It rang again and again. I tried to tune it out while I focused on steadying my breathing and calming the cough. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, my skin looked pale and clammy, there was blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.

The phone kept ringing. I wished Edward would answer it—I didn’t think I could focus enough to do so myself.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Finally, the annoyance broke through everything else. I reached into his pocket and pulled the phone out, nearly dropping it. I half-expected him to thaw out and answer it himself, but he was perfectly still.

I glanced at the caller ID before answering.

“Hey, Alice,” I said. My voice sounded dry and harsh. I cleared my throat.

‘Beau? Beau, are you okay?”

“I don’t know, Alice. I think I’m sick. Is Carlisle there?”

“He is. What’s wrong, Beau?”

“I’m not sure…”

“Is Edward all right?” she asked warily. She called Carlisle’s name away from the phone and then demanded, “Why didn’t he pick up the phone?” before I could answer her first question.

“I’m not sure.”

“Beau, what’s going on? I just saw—”

“What did you see?”

There was a silence. “Here’s Carlisle,” she finally said.

It felt like ice water had been injected in my veins. If Alice had just seen a vision of me sick, she would have answered me, wouldn’t she?

While I waited through the split second it took for Carlisle to speak, I wondered what Alice could have seen that would make her sound so worried.

“Beau, it’s Carlisle. What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure. I woke up feeling… sick, I guess.” I glanced down at Edward, who was still unmoving at my side. “I’m a little worried about Edward… Can vampires go into shock?”

“Has he been harmed?” Carlisle’s voice was getting urgent.

“No, no,” I assured him. “I think he’s just worried about me.”

“I don’t understand, Beau.”

“I’ve been really hot and dizzy since I woke up, and then I started coughing and…” I looked down at my bloody hand.

“And what, Beau?”

“I started coughing up blood.”

Carlisle’s medical training immediately kicked in.

“What other symptoms do you have?”

“My body aches,” I told him. “I’m dizzy, nauseous, hot…” Another cough burst through my lips. “There’s the coughing with the blood, and I’m having a hard time focusing.”

“Did you come into contact with anything that might have started the symptoms?”

“I got bit by a bug the other night.”

“Beau, let me speak to Edward.”

Edward’s head snapped up, he held his hand out for the phone, his face white and hard.

“Okay, here he is.”

“Thank you,” Carlisle said in a strained voice.

Not entirely sure that Edward couldtalk, I put the phone in his outstretched hand.

He pressed it to his ear. “Carlisle, his blood…” he whispered.

He listened for a long time, staring blankly at nothing.

“Carlisle, what did Alice see?” he asked. His arm wrapped around me as he spoke, pulling me close into his side.

His eyes widened, and a look of despair passed over his face. After a long moment he said, “Yes. Yes, I will.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the “end” button. Right away, he dialed a new number.

“What did Carlisle say?” I asked, wobbling slightly.

Edward answered in a strained voice. “He thinks you’re very sick.”

The words were simple, straightforward enough. But the way he said them made my stomach drop. There was something… desperate, something deeply pained in his voice.

“Who are you calling now?” I asked as he put the phone back to his ear.

“The airport. We’re going home.”

Edward was on the phone for more than an hour without a break. I guessed that he was arranging our flight home, but I couldn’t be sure because he wasn’t speaking English. It sounded like he was arguing; he spoke through his teeth a lot.

While he argued, he packed. He whirled around the room like an angry tornado, leaving order rather than destruction in his path. He threw a set of my clothes on the bed without looking at them, so I assumed it was time for me to get dressed. He continued with his argument while I changed, gesturing with sudden, agitated movements.

When I could no longer bear the violent energy radiating out of him, I quietly left the room. His manic concentration made me sick to my stomach—not like the nausea, just uncomfortable. I would wait somewhere else for his mood to pass. I couldn’t talk to this icy, focused Edward who honestly frightened me a little.

Once again, I ended up in the kitchen. I carefully got myself a glass of water, sipping it absently, staring out the window at the sand and rocks and trees and ocean, everything glittering in the sun.

“I don’t want to go,” I sighed to myself.

I stared out the window for a moment, feeling confused.

“I don’t understand,” I whispered.

Humans got sick. It was a part of life. I’d gotten sick before. Carlisle could fix me up, I was sure. He was a genius with medicine. What could possibly be different about this sickness? What could make Carlisle sound so worried? Make Edward so upset?

Then I realized.

It was what Alice had seen.

Something had made Carlisle and Edward scared. Scared for me. Something in Alice’s vision had worried them to the point of what I could only describe as panic. I pressed the cool glass of water to my temple, trying to ease the burning heat that was making it increasingly difficult to focus.

My eyes were blurry, the sand and rocks slid out of focus into a smear of colors and light. I heard the crashing sound of glass breaking and felt water around my feet. Then, before I had time to fully grasp what was happening, the world turned upside down.

“Beau? Beau!” Edward’s voice was panicked, rushing toward me.

I was vaguely aware of him cradling me to his chest. The coldness of his body felt good against my increasingly hot skin.

“Beau, are you alright?” His hand was gently pushing my hair out of my eyes. “Beau, say something, please.”

“I’m fine,” I croaked out the words. “What happened?”

He didn’t speak at first. “You collapsed.”

“Oh,” I mumbled, glancing around.

He pulled me against his chest. “Don’t be afraid. We’ll be home in sixteen hours. You’ll be fine. Carlisle will be ready when we get there. We’ll take care of this, and you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.”

“Edward, what did Alice see?”

He didn’t answer me, I tried to make my eyes focus on his face.

“Edward, what did she see?” I asked again, louder. The strain forced me into another fit of violent coughs.

He held me steady through the fit, when it had subsided he gently rubbed my back. “Alice’s visions aren’t set in stone, Beau. They’re not…” He trailed off. “Don’t worry, we willfix this. If Carlisle can’t get you better…” He hesitated. “We have one last option.”

He looked sharply away from me, toward the front door.

“Dammit! I forgot Gustavo was due today. I’ll get rid of him and be right back.” He lifted me and rushed me to a chair, leaving me there before darting out of the room.

I leaned against the nearby counter, feeling like I might fall out of the chair if I wasn’t careful.

As I sat there, the severity of the situation began to come into focus before me. I was sick—very sick. So sick that Edward was panicked, that Carlisle needed to do something immediately. So sick, that Edward was willing to consider changing me in order to save me.

For Edward to even considerthat alternative made it perfectly clear to me what Alice had seen. There was no other explanation. Alice had seen my death.

I heard Edward speaking Portuguese again. Arguing again. His voice got closer, and I heard him grunt in exasperation. Then I heard another voice, low and timid. A woman’s voice.

He came into the kitchen ahead of her and went straight to me. He wiped the sweat from my brown and murmured in my ear through the thin, hard line of his lips.

“She’s insisting on leaving the food she brought—she made us dinner.” If he had been less tense, less furious, I knew he would have rolled his eyes. “it’s an excuse—she wants to make sure I haven’t killed you yet.” His voice went ice cold at the end.

Kaure edged nervously around the corner with a covered dish in her hands. I wished I could speak Portuguese, or that my Spanish was less rudimentary, so that I could try to thank this woman who had dared to anger a vampire just to check on me.

Her eyes flickered between the two of us. I saw her measuring the color in my face, the sheen of sweat on my skin. Mumbling something I didn’t understand, she put the dish on the counter.

Edward snapped something at her; I’d never heard him be so impolite before. She turned to go and I cleared my throat, trying to remember how to apologize in Spanish, but my breath caught in my throat and I began coughing again. This time so violently, then when I could quell the coughs long enough to inhale, the breath was a strained gasp. Edward was holding me tightly, rubbing my back.

I heard a little gasp and I looked up.

The woman was still there, hesitating in the doorway with her hands half-outstretched as if she had been looking for some way to help. Her eyes were locked on my face, popping wide with shock. Her mouth hung open.

Then Edward gasped, too, and he suddenly turned to face the woman, cradling me against his chest.

Suddenly, Kaure was shouting at him—loudly, furiously, her unintelligible words flying across the room like knives. She raised her tiny fist in the air and took two steps forward, shaking it at him. Despite her ferocity, it was easy to see the terror in her eyes.

Edward stepped toward her, too, and I clutched at his arm, frightened for the woman. But when he interrupted her tirade, his voice took me by surprise, especially considering how sharp he’d been with her when she wasn’t  screeching at him. It was low now; it was pleading. Not only that, but the sound was different, more guttural, the cadence off. I didn’t think he was speaking Portuguese anymore.

For a moment, the woman stared at him in wonder, and then her eyes narrowed as she barked out a long question in the same alien tongue.

I watched as his face grew sad and serious, and he nodded once. She took a quick step back and crossed herself.

He reached out to her, gesturing toward me and then resting his hand against my cheek. She replied angrily again, waving her hands accusingly toward him, and then gestured to him. When she finished, he pleaded again with the same low, urgent voice.

Her expression changed—she stared at him with doubt plain on her face as he spoke, her eyes repeatedly flashing to my confused face. He stopped speaking, and she seemed to be deliberating something. She looked back and forth between the two of us, and then, unconsciously it seemed, took a step forward.

She asked me something I couldn’t understand, I stared at her through my foggy haze. She pursed her lips, then began moving her hand around in the air, a droning buzzing sound coming from her lips. She moved her hand to her arm and pinched a bit of skin with her forefinger and thumb. I understood now, she was asking if I had been bitten by a bug. I weakly nodded my head.

She walked a few steps forward deliberately this time and asked a few brief questions, which he responded to tensely. Then he became the questioner—one quick query. She hesitated and then slowly shook her head. When he spoke again, his voice was so agonized that I looked up at him in shock. His face was drawn with pain.

In answer, she walked slowly forward until she was close enough to lay her small hand on my forehead. She spoke one word in Portuguese.

“Morte,” she sighed quietly. Then she turned, her shoulders bent as if the conversation had aged her and left the room.

I knew enough Spanish for that one.

Edward was frozen again, staring after her with the tortured expression fixed on his face. A few moments later, I heard a boat’s engine putter to life and then fade into the distance.

Edward did not move until I slowly stood to my feet and wobbled toward the bathroom. Then his hand caught my shoulder.

“Where are you going?” His voice was a whisper of pain.

“I need some painkillers. I never took any.”

“Don’t worry about what she said. She’s seen this sickness before, but they don’t have access to the same medicine here that Carlisle does.”

“I didn’t understand anything,” I told him, though it wasn’t entirely true. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Edward.”

“I packed the painkillers. I’ll get them for you.”

“Are we leaving soon?” I asked weakly.

“As soon as you’re ready.”

He returned with the painkillers and a glass of water for me. He waited for me to finish, pacing silently.

“I’ll get the bags into the boat.” He finally said.

“Edward—”

He turned back. “Yes?”

I hesitated from my initial question. “Could you… make sure the painkillers are easy to get to? I might need more.”

“Of course,” he said, his eyes suddenly soft. “Don’t worry about anything. We’ll get to Carlisle in just a few hours, really. He’ll know what to do.”

I nodded. “Edward…”

“Yes, love?”

“If Carlisle can’t do anything…” I trailed off.

His eyes grew hard again. “If—if—Carlisle can’t do anything medically for you…” He paused, thoughtfully. “I won’t let you die, Beau.” The sudden fierceness in his voice, coupled with his admittance that I could die, startled me. “If I have to, if there’s nothing else I can do to save you… I’ll change you.”

He turned and left the room, one big suitcase in each hand.

So that was it. I was sick, so sick that he had already had to grapple with the decision of whether or not to change me. He had thought about it and already resolved himself to do so. For him to be so sure, so certain that he would need to… That meant my mortal life was reaching its end.

I’d survived so much before. I’d faced death and escaped numerous times. But how do you run away from your own body failing you? It wasn’t a homicidal tracker, a vengeful lover, or the might of the Volturi that was coming for me now. It was my own body giving up. Death itself had come to claim me.

I could let him change me. I could become like him. Hadn’t I wanted it—to varying degrees—before? But now, with the reality of what that meant so clear before me I couldn’t bring myself to accept it. I couldsurvive this, I could become like Edward and his family. But I would never see myfamily again, I would never see my friends again.

If I died of whatever this sickness was, my family could mourn that death. But if I became a vampire, my family would mourn and I would still be around—I would have to live with myself for all of eternity knowing the pain I put Charlie and Renée through and never being able to see them again. I couldn’t live with that.

Thinking as quickly as my increasingly tired mind could manage, I grabbed Edward’s phone that he’d left on the counter. It was very unlike him to forget things—forget that Gustavo was coming, to leave his phone lying here. He was so stressed he was barely himself.

I unlocked the phone and scrolled through the preprogrammed numbers. I was glad he had the sound turned off, afraid that he would catch me. Would he be at the boat now? Or back already? Would he hear me from the kitchen if I whispered?

I found the number I wanted, one I had never called before in my life. I pressed the “send” button and crossed my fingers.

“Hello?” the voice like golden bells answered.

“Royal?” I whispered. “It’s Beau. Please. You have to help me.”

I couldn’t remember what else I said, the next thing I knew the world was going dark around me and I was falling.

[transformationstuck]

Vriska Boob vores character of choice turning them into sentient tit flesh

Hah Hah, you type to someone else as you revel in the posting of your quote totally original and never before suggested ask on a blog that’s activity is as poor as your taste in waifus, nevertheless you’ve done it, you can expect the results any month now with a Vriska boob fore fic or some sort of length that will make getting off oh so wonderful for you, you just have to keep waiting…

Then you hear a noise, sounds like footsteps from behind you which is impossible considering you’re in your room and you’ve locked your door during your acts of anon spamming and prompt generation, but there she is, Vriska topless and with her spidery boobs out in front of your very eyes, you can hardly believe it yourself as your jaw goes slack.

She continues to approach with an almost beckoning smirk as you slowly reach out towards her, you want to touch those glorious Serket sacks, you want to run your fingers along their curved squish and kiss those cerulean nipples simply for no other reason than to feel their warmth, or coolness, you’re unsure about troll temperatures.

Just a little closer, she stops, pushing her chest out as your hand makes contact with you pressing them into the softness your palms sinking into the two of them as they sag and bulge out around the edges of your hands, she smiles letting out a soft titter as she instructs you to press and squeeze a little harder, you comply.

The sagging overlap grows until it folds around your hands trapping your hands under it and inside her breasts which causes you a mixture of alarm and arousal, then it began, the spreading of the colour along your body and insides, you can feel yourself going soft as hair recedes and your skin turns pale grey with a minor hint of faded blue, the more it changes the better it feels.

You feel your forearms sinking deeper inside, the bones of your hand undefined now, all you can feel is the coolish heat of flesh where they once existed, deeper and deeper your arms sink as the rest of you changes, your clothes melting off or was it through your body, you feel weak, like you’re insides are turning to jelly or custard as you’re left naked, hairless and grey as your elbows sink  into her chest, your arms bloated and swollen like they were inflated with flesh which gently sagged with pleasure.

You try to pull your head away weakly as your legs give out under you, dropping you to your knees as the last of your firmness fades, Vriska giving a cackle of chastising as you strokes the back of your smooth head, the features of your face and body fading as your mouth, ears eyes and nose smooth over as she squishes your head and shoulders into the front of her torso with a giggle and a moan.

Inside it was an alien feeling to you, the cool air around the part of you still in the outside world you feel a desire to enter the warmth of her body as you’re filled with a dreadful shiver as you grow to dislike the cold, you’re nearly done by this point, what was your head and torso having spread out evenly to each breast of Vriska your legs and hips nothing more than a singular undefined mass of flesh which effortlessly sinks into Miss Serket’s form.

You can feel her chest move as she lets out a sigh of relief, her hands moving and spreading you around into the already existing breast tissue, you can feel your mind calming down as you join with her body on a permanent basis, her blood and veins filling what was your form, you feel yourself meld just under her skin as her nipples  tingle which overwhelms you with a sense of satisfaction as she touches them, she loves herself and you’re part of that now, what more to life was there than to be part of Vriska? You cannot think nor remember anything outside of this.

You feel her move and put on a larger Bra of course it had to be a larger one after she improved her already glorious form with your flesh, despite having no sensation other than touch  you can still hear “her”, how you cannot say due to your lack of mouth or any real sense of a mind outside of being part of her body, but the way she covers you with her t-shirt and jacket make you feel snug and loved, you can feel her walk, every jiggle and shake makes your form move and sag a little, kept in check by the clothing restricting her chest’s glory, you are nothing more than breast tissue, breast tissue on the greatest troll in existence.

Time goes by, you feel her touch herself occasionally, dress, undress, sleep, breathe even, any movement reminds you of what you are, hers, totally and completely, more than one time you feel hands that belong to beings you cannot even identify, you feel the blood flowing through you make you harden her nipples, all control over yourself erased and replaced with total obedience to her body, mind and soul, you… aren’t you, you… you aren’t even anything, you’re just Vriska’s body part, you don’t even deserve to be aware of how wonderful and glorious your owner’s existence is, but you are which you consider to be the highest blessing anyone could ever receive, You just wish she’d put her nipples in her mouth more often and play with them using her divine tongue……..

-Punished mod X

[komorebihebiart]

A JOURNEY INTO THE ARCANE AND THE DEGENERATE!

Yessss... the dark powers reveal themselves to me, and the essence of smut unravels before us!

Onto HAIR STYLES

Alright, I’m feeling longish hair, but I’m not entirely sure what style to go for. Let’s start simple. Long and straight. Oh, and also, I want her to have HUGE bangs that cover her eyes, I think that’s a super hot look.

Hmm. I like it, but it’s not quite what I had in mind. This would probably work as an alternate hairstyle, but I don’t feel like it’s really her MAIN thing. Let’s try going the other direction.

Short and floofy like Nera! I LOVE IT!

...Buuuuut I still feel like long hair is in the stars. Let’s get the best of both worlds.

Ooh, that’s more like it! I do feel like the Mane is cute, but it’s a bit too much. Let’s tone it down to something more reasonable.

There we go. A well balanced damage class.

If we’re going with a floofy bunny style, let’s floofy up the rest of her fur as well rather than leave it kinda sleek looking. More akin to sheep wool almost.

As for the hair color, I think I’ll leave it white. “It’s just a Viera!” I know, I know, but I like the white hair dark skin contrast. I tried other bright colors but they looked kinda trashy.

Lastly, I’m going to give her a bunch of fur in her...*ahem*... Key Areas to go with a little personality quirk I have in mind for her...and also because I have a problem and I think it’s super hot. Sue me.

Oh, and you can’t see it with this frontal pose, but she has a big ol’ floofy tail on her caboose as well.

It has almost no movement, and is pretty much just 100% floof. However, the base has a bunch of nerves in it, so it’s still pretty sensitive. I’ll go into this more in the final stage where we give her character.

Alright, let’s add the face.

I’m a total hack, I know, but I gotta go with a cute lil’ bunny nose.

She also has fairly large lips and wears lipstick. Don’t worry, I know it looks weird, but I want to go with a coolish color scheme. Blue is probably in the stars, but I don’t know if it will be THIS shade of blue.

Oh, and it won’t come up often, but she has big red eyes under her bangs, because OF COURSE she does.

Alright, before I go into the final stage I have a couple small adjustments.

First, we gotta make her feet a bit bigger and legs a bit longer. I feel them tapering downwards in scale looks a bit weird, so let’s tone them up.

Also, I’ve been secretly in love with the mane this whole time. So let’s bring that back. Because more floof = better. It’s scientifically proven. Look it up.

Perfection! The final stage is upon us!

Join me tomorrow when we add her (limited) clothing, and the scariest aspect of all...

HER PERSONALITY

Because that’s what EVERYONE cares about in their smut, right?

See you soon...

[ju-da-su]

“We are Trignal!!!” by Trignal From Trignal’s Live Tour 2016 “SECRET GARAGE”

DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE, REUPLOAD OR PUT THIS IN PUBLIC PLAYLIST!!!

A couple of disclaimers:

I actually had been debating with myself while subbing this whether to keep “KiraKira☆Beat” as in or just outright translate it while subbing, and decided to go with the latter instead. Sorry.

I know 最高のCoolish has “Coolish” written in English, but I decide not to keep it that way since, well, it’s a weird word to use here to be very honest... ._.” (with it being adjective and all too...=w=“) Sorry about this to. =_=“

...Wing’s cute movement and Boss getting embarrassed after doing the flying kiss always get me though...=w=“

[philanddanxreader]

Sexy times in the bathroom.

Hello, Love bugs! 

Dan x Reader

Warnings - Smut. 

I asked you guys if a fic about yourself and Dan attempting to have sex in the shower but it turns out to be a fail would be something you would want to read. It was an overwelling yes so you know. I wrote it. Enjoy!

“I’m going to jump into the shower!” You had yelled to Dan to make sure he knew you hadn’t been kidnapped or anything. You didn’t hear a response but that could just be from his lack of response. You pulled your head back into the room as you unwrapped the towel from your body. The water had been running for a little bit so it was the perfect temperature. You normally would go head first and let the water wash completely over your head down to your toes. It was freezing in London and the fresh soft snow that flew through the sky didn’t help your temperature. Just as you were about to put the shampoo in your hair you heard a knock at the door.

“Who is it? Also, what’s the password?” You couldn’t help but ask in a sing-song voice.

“It’s me. Danisnotonfire. The password is probably something about branding. Can I come in? ” you laughed a little before telling him that he could come in. It was always weird for Dan to see you in the shower. It’s not like he hadn’t seen you naked before. Dan had in fact been one of the few people who had seen you in such a way. It just seemed to be a place for you to think and let go. You turned to see Dan standing near the shower eyeing you up.

“First I think you missed the memo that we changed the password to. Hello. My name is, Dan.” You raised your brows in a teasing I got you. This made Dan roll his eyes. “Second do you like what you see?” You were never one to be so blunt but you were in a teasing mood and wanted to see where this was going. Dan nodded as you smiled at him. “Well come on in the waters great!” Dan quickly got undressed as his clothes joined the little pile on the floor with yours. You decided to rinse your hair quickly as you didn’t really want soap in your eyes or kisses.

“Do you remember the last time I was in the shower with you? Because I distinctly remember that someone is a water hog.” You could only open your eyes a little so the last of the soap wouldn’t try and attack your pupils but you were determined to give your best girlfriend you’re in trouble eyes.

“I was a water hog because I was attempting to shower before work and Someone was being a pain in the ass.” You flipped your hair out of your face before being pulled close to Dan for a kiss. “What made you want to come and join me in the shower?” You could feel the smile on Dan’s lips as he went in for another peck.

“Well to be honest he decided more than I did.” Dan was looking down then looking back up to you hoping you got the message. Sedulity was never his best.

“I see. So you figured you would invite yourself in and join the shower party?” Dan had somehow flipped the both of you so he was now standing in the warm water and you were the one with the cold bum. “How do you do that?” Dan, of course, pulled his best-shocked face to try and convince you he had no idea of what you could possibly be talking about.

“Whatever do you mean pet?” Dan started to place little kisses all over your face to try and distract you. It wasn’t working.

“How do you so smoothly make it so I am in the cold while you have all of the warm water?”

“Well If I was knowingly doing it I would tell you. But since I don’t know what you’re talking about I am going with the answer that you moved me into the warmth because you figured I was cold. In that case you're the best girlfriend.” Dan spun the two of your bodies so the water was now over the both of your fronts.

“Are we going to fuck in the shower? Because if we are I want to put in my conditioner now so it can sit in my hair for the quick five.”

“Quick five?” Dan says with almost a growl. “I would like to think I could make you cum even faster my love.” This made you giggle as his lips started to attack along your jaw and down your neck. You reached down to find Dan’s already hardened cock. Just as you started to stroke his member you paused quickly pulling away from him.”Do not tell me you’re really going to put conditioner in.” You couldn’t help the large smile on your face as you reached around dan to grab the bottle.

“Hey fucking you is near the top of my list. If we’re being honest with each other then I really want to take this opportunity to deep condition.” You placed a quick kiss to Dan’s pouty lip. Before quickly running the coconut smelling cream into your hair. Taking a pony tail from your wrist you quickly pulled the hair from your face into a little bun.

“I love when you pull your hair away from your face.” Dan was waiting pretty patiently as you continued to do your normal shower things as if he wasn’t standing in front of you with a hard cock.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that patience is a virtue? I am now ready for the both of us to ravage each other’s bodies. If you would still want to.” The both of you couldn’t hide your smirks before carrying on from where you left off. This wasn’t the first time things got heated in the shower between the two of you. Usually, things continued back in Dan’s room as the shower isn’t the easiest place to fool around. You guys would be damned if you weren’t apparently going to try again this time.

“Hey I know you’re new here but at fight club one of the biggest rules is we don’t talk about our mothers during this time.” You gave Dan a quick shove before locking your lips with his in a mini battle for dominance. It didn’t take Dan long to win this little battle mostly because you let him. Just as you we’re becoming very consumed by kissing you down you let out a little gasp when you felt Dan’s hand find it’s way down to your clit. “Something wrong love?” Dan made you blush slightly from not only his sudden movements on your clit but also from still being a bit embarrassed at how much his touch or even presence affects you.

“If you’re trying to impress me with your masterful sex skills then I suppose I should tell you that it is working.” Just as you thought you had regained your composure you felt one of Dan’s long fingers slide into you. This, of course, made you release a little squeal from the surprise. You felt Dan’s other hand reach for your leg to help you rest it on the ledge to give him a better angle to play with you.

“Not so lippy now? Are we princess.” You couldn’t help but lean into Dan more as he inserted another finger into you as him thumb pressed into your clit with small slow circles. You we’re letting little whimpers out as he started to kiss your forehead being carful not to get any of the crap in your hair in his mouth.

“Please, Dan. If you don’t stop soon I’m not going to make it and I really want you to fuck me.” You we’re almost breathless as you begged for him. Who was Dan to deny a beautiful girl her deepest wishes.

“Only since you asked so nicely. Here can you put your leg a little more this way?” You couldn’t help but whine a little as Dan removed his fingers as he tried to move your leg in the direction he wanted it in.

“Can you turn the water up a little. It’s getting kinda cold.” Dan nodded as he reached around you, stretching to turn the tap a little more to the warm. The both of you waited a few seconds as the water started to reheat. Just when you both thought it was better it quickly became scolding hot. That’s what you get for trying to do this in the shower with the touchiest taps ever. Dan once again reached around you trying not to move you from your position as he dialled the water back to colder.

“I’m making a decision that this is the water temperature we are going to deal with.” You smiled and kissed him quick as you felt the coolish water splash your shoulders.

“Ready love?” You nodded silently as you prepared for Dan’s cock to fill you up. Dan skillfully filled you sending little shivers through your body. If you we’re being honest however the shivers were half him and half the cold water. “Hold on love. Something’s not quite right.” Dan tried to move your leg on the ledge for you again as you stood on your other leg like a flamingo. Just as Dan found a comfortable position and started to make little thrusts you felt the tell tale signs of a cramp in your calf. You tried to push the pain aside and focus on the amazing feeling of Dan now thrusting faster than before. You, however, couldn’t hold on anymore and had to try something different.

“Baby I need to move. My leg is cramping up.” Dan pulled out of you so the both of you could try something new.

“What about you bend over and I take you from behind so I can look at your ass.”

“Good idea.” You bent over before remembering that your head would be in the water and you still had product in it. “No, you on this side. I can’t be in the water.” Dan sighed as he rolled his eyes before shuffling past you to move to the other side.

“Fuck why didn’t you tell me this water is icicles.” Dan was now closer to the water to try and make it a bit better. You couldn’t help but take the opportunity to stretch a little. Dan saw this as he turned to tell you the water was better before laughing.” Getting ready for me?” You smiled as you turned to look at him and push his curly hair out of his face. Your fingers felt gross like raisins against his soft unwrinkled face. You made a face of disgust as you finished moving Dan’s hair.” You that exited to fuck?”

“I really do want to fuck you it’s just my gross fingers. I hate when you get all pruney in the shower.” Dan smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

‘I also hate it. Shall we?” Dan kissed the pads of your fingers before you turned around to face the opposite way. You bent over before feeling Dan tease your entrance with the tip of his cock. Just as Dan started to push further you attempted to put your hand on the wall for support before slipping a bit. “Are you fine love?” You nodded as he continued to start to thrust in and out. You could tell he was just finding a rhythm but you still couldn’t help it. This was not working.

“Dan?” He stopped as he knew that tone of voice.

“Not good?” You agreed before turning around to face him.

“Last idea. I lean against the wall and put my foot in the soap dish?” You know maybe we just aren’t meant to be shower sex people?” Dan looked offended like you just told him there was no more Yuri On Ice.

“Y/N how are we supposed to be parents one day and sneak sex in whenever possible because little Timmy is knocking on the door?” You smiled as you leaned into another kiss. It started out sweet but quickly the both of you we’ve filled again with lust and desire. Thankfully the both of your bodies reacted to each other. You both got in the new position where your foot was raised a lot more than the last time. You we’re standing near the curve in the tub as you felt that you were precariously perched. You, however, we’re not a quitter. Dan had you place both of your hands on his shoulders for support. One more for the old college try. The both of you worked together to line up and let the both of you find a somewhat comfortable position. Everything was going very well until you become a little too lost in the feeling as your foot slipped away from under you. Thankfully, Dan, had his arms stretched on the walls behind you as he was able to support you before pulling out.

“Oh fuck please tell me you are okay?” Dan was attempting to suppress his giggles as he helped you up from your little slip.

‘I’m fine. Really.” You couldn’t help but start to laugh at the whole situation. You only wished you could see the two of you bent over in the shower. Dan with his wet curly hair all over the place. You with your falling out bun leaning against the wall trying not to slip again.

“Look at us. We are so not sex in the shower people.So how about I wash this crap out of my hair and we try again in a non-slippery place. I’m thinking your bed.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me. I was really sick of feeling like a raisin.”

[yovell]

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