#there's more i will likely dip into regarding Lust and her role in all of this in a later addition

[dirtyblupjeans]

Bondage - Kinktober day 4

“I want you to take charge tonight,” she says, tugging his jeans and boxers off. They’ve been making out for a while, clothes are strewn around the room, marking the trail they’ve blazed since entering the room. His shirt is by the door. Her bra and top tossed over the back of the chair. His belt lies in the floor like a snake that had taken down their kicked off shoes. Only her skirt and panties remain.

He considers her words as she tosses his pants to the ground. He’s tried to take charge before. He had a few strengths in that regard. He was very good at observing her reactions, at finding her edge and holding her there. And he’s an artist when it comes to binding her. He drives her crazy the way he carefully wraps and knots the rope around her.

But he’s reluctant to initiate himself as the dominant one. And he’s scared to push her limits even though that’s what she wants most from their playtime.

He knows this. He knows all of this.

So this time when he nods and accepts, it’s with the silent promise to do better, to make the experience not just extremely pleasurable for her, but also to surprise her.

He starts by talking.

“What’s your safe word, Lup?”

“Red,” she says with a smile. 

“And if you want to slow down?”

“Yellow,” she says. She’s never used either.

“What color are you now?”

“Green all the way,” she answers, anxious to begin.

“On your knees.” His tone is firm, commanding.

Lup drops to her knees in front of where he sits on the bed but her eyebrows have shot up. 

“Eyes down. Position one.”

Instantly she complies. Her shoulders straighten back, neck stiffens, eyes gaze at the floor in front of her. Her hands rest on her thighs with her legs angled slightly open, ass resting on her heels.

“Very nice,” he comments. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?”

“Maybe.”

“Try again, Lup,” he tells her, voice rough. He leans forward and tangles his fingers in her hair. He pulls, more than gently, forcing her head back and eyes up to look at him. “I’m letting that one slide but the next one means I get the crop out.”

Her breath hitches in surprise and her tongue licks slowly over her lips before she amends, “Yes, sir.”

“Much better.”

He releases her and quells the worry in his chest by studying her, by asking, “What’s your color?”

“Green,” she responds. She swallows and answers again. “Green, sir.”

Barry smils. Her eyes have returned to her focal point on the floor but he can see her enjoyment in a dozen ways. Her nipples have bunched tightly. Her thighs muscles have flexed in anticipation. Her tongue keeps darting out to wet her lips. It’s in the way her hands sit, in the set of her shoulders, in the angle of her ears… everywhere he looks he sees evidence of her arousal, of her enjoyment.

“Come here,” he tells her and she doesn’t even hesitate before she crawls forward. When she’s between his legs, he runs his hand over her cheek. He loves her so much. Adores her. Submissive. Dominant. Vanilla. Asleep. Every moment with her is a gift. He wants her to feel the same so if this is what she wants tonight, he’s going to give it to her in spades.

While his focus lapses, she slips forward, wrapping her mouth over him eagerly. She’s hot and wet and velvet and perfect. Her lips pull tight around him and her tongue wraps under him. For a moment he considers yanking her forward, fucking her face quickly so he can focus on her without his own orgasm threatening so strongly.

“Not yet, pet,” he says, nudging her back. “I appreciate the impulse but you’re supposed to be following directions and that one wasn’t given.”

“Up,” he orders. She frowns but does. “Hands behind your back,” he continues, as he stands as well. He crosses to their closet and swings it open, pushes aside the cover to the side compartment where they keep their toys. He pulls down the armbinder. They haven’t used it often but he’s determined tonight to not fall back into their favorites. Those are always fun but tonight…

Lup stands facing away from him so she has no idea what he’s chosen. Then she feels the leather sleeve tugging, wrapping over her linked hands. 

Barry pauses, leaning her against his chest, her arms trapped between them in the half pulled on binder. His mouth goes to her neck, sucking gently at the skin at the soft curve near her shoulder. One hand brushes lightly over her chest, teasing past her nipples then over her belly. Finally his fingers slide along the waistband of her skirt. 

“Still green?”

Lup nods. Her breath catches as his fingers dip beneath the waistband. His wide palm is warm against her skin, thumb stroking a line from her belly button. 

Her back curves as his hand continues its slow meander, arching against him as her hips press forward. Teasing his fingers at the top of her panties, he licks over the small bruise he’s pulled up at her neck. She shivers at the sensation.

His free hand slides the hem of her skirt up, ghosting his fingers up her thigh while the hand in her skirt makes its way under the silk of her panties. Her head falls back to rest against his and a quiet sound hums out of her, less than a moan but more than a breath.

The hand sliding up under her skirt curls over her panties, pressing his own fingers down against her. Her clit is slick and firm under his touch. The hand in her panties cups her mound while his other hand strokes over her panties, pushing himself against her while he holds her.

Lup squirms in his arms and gives him another needy noise. Her ass pushes against his groin, unintentionally pressing on his cock similar to the way he’s teasing her.

“Do you want to come?” he asks, mouth still hovering at her neck. 

She nods, takes a breath, and answers, “Yes, please.”

“Hmmm,” is all he answers while she juts her hips forward again, chasing the friction he’s denying her. “I think I should tease you more.”

The whine his statement elicits from her makes him smile. He loves getting her to this point, loves prolonging it almost as he loves making her come, seeing her shaking and blissed out in his arms. But he’s trying to maintain his role so he pulls his hands free and lightly smacks her ass. 

She jumps and he moves to the side, checking her again. She’s sucking on her bottom lip and he could swear his cock bobs upright, going even harder at the sight. Plundering her mouth is impossibly tempting, either with his cock or with his own mouth. But he wants to get this armbinder on.

“Color?”

“Green, Barry. So green.”

“Good girl,” he tells her, moving to tug the armbinder in place. Since he left it loose, it’s slipped own somewhat. Starting at her hands, he pulls it up, making sure her hands are all the way in, fingers pressed into the angled tip where a suspension ring is fitted securely. Lacing starts at her wrists and he slowly, methodically, begins tightening the strings. 

Her golden brown skin contrasts with the black leather. Seeing it peeking through the lacings is gorgeous.

“You can speak if it’s too tight,” he reminds her. “Still good?”

“Still green,” she answers. He’s gratified to hear she sounds a little breathless, excitement and arousal straining her voice.

He works the lacing higher, pulling the edges close as he moves upwards. Finally, he’s high enough he has to thread the lacing through the eyelets at the top where the string pulled out when it was loosened to get it on. When he gets it in the last set of holes, he goes over the whole thing, tugging each crossed lacing to check it’s taught but not too tight. At last, he ties off the ends with a quick release knot and tucks them into the binder between her upper arms to get the strings out of the way.

Barry walks around her slowly, appreciating his work. Her shoulders curve back, thrusting her breasts out. Trailing a finger over her shoulder as he walks, his fingers skim over her. Down her shoulder, over the gentle swell of her breast, over her left nipple, then down to the valley between, and back up the rise of her right breast. At her right breast, he pauses, studying her again before gently pinching and tugging her nipple.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says. His voice is soft, reverent. The tone cracks into pure desire as he tells her, “I’m gonna bend you over that desk and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Her head snaps up, meeting his gaze. Her eyes are dark, pupils wide with lust.

“Would you like that?” he asks. As turned on as he is, as she clearly is as well, he’s still a little awkward at his role. Luckily, it makes his question sound curious instead of nervous. “Is that something you’d enjoy?”

“Fuck, yes,” she answers. She licks her lips and adds, “Please.”

His hand trails down from her breast, moves slowly over her belly. Her breaths catches again as he reaches under her skirt and kneads at her through her panties. 

“Go to the desk.”

Moving carefully with her arms bound behind her shifting her balance, Lup moves to the desk. She leans over it, crushing her breasts against the wood. Her arms angle up behind her. 

Barry moves back to their supplies and grabs the lube. Lup has turned her head to watch him. He stops just beside the desk and pours a generous amount into his hand. He sits the bottle down then uses his empty hand to caress her ass. She watches him slather the lube over his dick, her eyes as eager as he feels. 

As he carefully coats himself he asks one more time, “Still green, Lup?”

“Yes, godsdamn it!”

He smacks her ass but he’s grinning. “Such language! Maybe I should fuck that dirty mouth of yours instead.”

She groans but doesn’t protest.

He moves behind her and flips her skirt up out of the way. As he slides her panties down to her thighs, he says, “But you’ve got such a tempting ass…”

When the panties are at the floor, he helps her step out of them, then nudges her legs wide.

He presses against her, teasing the head of his cock over her asshole. “What do you think, Lup?”

“Fuck,” she answers, the word exhaled on a harsh breath.

“Hmmm.” He picks up the lup and squirts it on her ass. She jumps as the cold fluid hits her skin. Dropping the bottle back onto the desk, he catches the liquid with his fingers and spreads around her asshole. Slowly pushing one finger in, he works the lube in. His middle finger curls into her then out, back and forth until he adds his index finger as well. 

With his other hand, he reaches around her hip and wraps his hand over her. “That wasn’t really an answer.” 

She’s torn between shoving her hips forward against his hand or pushing her ass backwards for his fingers. “Yes,” she says as he slides his hand over her. “Yes, please, Barry.”

He continues drilling his fingers slowly into her. “Please what? Tell me what you want.” 

“Fuck me,” she whines, still trying to rut her hips back and forth.

“With my fingers?” he asks, pushing into her again. “Or something else?”

“I…” She starts to answer but the hand between her legs strokes her again, catching on her slick clit. 

He wants to bury his cock in her ass but Lup so turned on she can’t speak is a feat.

“Nothing you can think of?” he teases, removing his fingers from her ass. Taking hold of his cock, he presses himself to her well lubed asshole. “Cause I know something I want.”

“Please,” she whines.

“Please?” he asks, but the teasing tone is gone. His voice is strained, too.

“I want…”

He palms his hand over her again, traps her with his fingers before rubbing, pressing her from both directions, hand and cock, front and back.

In the binder, her hands twitch, trying to grab for something she has no ability to take. Her breath stutters and she gasps out, “Barry…”

“Yes, Lup?” He’s still teasing his cock at her asshole but his own patience is fraying to tatters.

“Fuck me,” she pants. “Your cock.” Her hips jerk forward again. “In my ass.”

“Mmm, there we go,” he responds, pushing himself in slowly. It’s hard to talk with her squeezing hot and tight around his dick. “That’s… that’s a good answer…” He keeps pushing forward, filling her up. The hand he’d held his cock with goes to her hip, curling his fingers over her skin, holding her as he slides back out then rams forward.

Lup offers up wordless sounds of encouragement as he drives into her. She’s leaking into the hand he’s still stroking over her. Usually he’d focus on one or the other but this time he doesn’t stop. He keeps working his hand at her while his cock pounds into her ass. He can feel his restraint cracking but he’s focused on her, on taking her apart completely. 

Their noises combine, harsh breaths and keening sounds from her, soft groans and huffs of air from him. 

“Come for me,” he demands between breaths.

She does, trembling in his arms as she cries out. He shifts both hands to her hips as he hammers into her. After a moment of recovery, she’s pushing back against him, matching his rhythm and that’s it, he’s done, restraint shattered now that she’s orgasmed. His own climax hits him hard and he clings to her while his cock twitches inside her. 

When he pulls out he can barely mumble the spell to clean them but his fingers go straight to the strings of the binder. Releasing the knot he loosens the lacing quickly. It’s only a moment before he pulls it off and tosses it to the desk. 

Lup stands, pushing on the desk with shaky arms.

“Let me,” he says, and swings her into his arms, managing to stumble them over to the bed before he drops, landing with her in his lap.

Her head leans against his and he works his hands up and down her arms, stimulating blood flow again.

She grunts a soft noise of complaint. 

“Sorry,” he apologizes. 

“S’okay,” Lup protests. She pulls one arm back from him and wraps it around his neck, cuddling into him more comfortably. “Better,” she murmurs.

Wrapping his own arm around her back, he continues rubbing her arm.

“Want some tea or anything?” he asks.

“Don’t move,” she demands. She sighs contentedly. “Don’t you dare move.”

Barry smiles and hugs her to him. “That I can absolutely do.”

[queen-bunnyears]

(Un)Professional Mistake Making ~ Ben Hardy

Summary: When Rose has to start a new job next day, she does what everyone would do, go to a pub for a last nights party. A slight issue comes up when her one night stand appears to have a major role in the production she will lead. 

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Female OC

Wordcount: 3.35 K

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, one night stand, alcohol, probably lots of cursing. 18+ please

So I wanted to try something new regarding to my writing style, so here is a small one-shot with an OC. 

“Come on Rose, we have to go if we want to have our first drink in peace! The pub will be overcrowded in one and a half hours.” Lily her voice rang through the house. Rose ran down the stairs, checking her purse for her phone, while trying not to drop said purse and the pair of heels in her hands. “Calm down hun, we have plenty of time.”

Lily insisted in going out for a drink tonight, because she was absolutely sure Rose would have no time for her anymore after starting her new job tomorrow. Rose applied a fresh layer of lipstick, tucked her blouse into her black jeans and grabbed her keys. “Right Lils, I am ready to go.”

They walked out of the door, into the early London night. At nine  pm London was still buzzing with energy, and the streets were filled with people. Rose and Lily were lightly chatting while they were on their way to their favourite pub.

“I can’t believe you start tomorrow. Tomorrow for god's sake. You only got the call a week ago.” Lily linked their arms together, smiling up at Rose.

“I know, the man who had the job had to quit due to personal reasons.” Rose told her. 

“What kind of personal reasons?” Lily asked curiously. 

“I don’t know, it’s not professional to ask, and honestly I don’t care. I don’t even know the man. But anyway, they asked around where they could find a new person, and apparently somebody mentioned my name.” Rose continued her story.

She got a call five days ago, from a man named Graham King. He told her he needed a productors assistant for a movie production that would start in six days. She would get a fat bonus for being called in this late, on top of a very decent salary, and he said it would be an amazing chance for her, as a starting production leader. Rose just told him to email her the details, and she would see him in six days. “You got yourself an assistant sir.”

When he emailed the details she did have to sit down for a bit. There was the usual stuff, which wasn’t a problem, but then there was a huge presentation for the entire cast and crew that she would have to do. In seven days. Rose didn’t have any stagefright, but starting this late on a presentation was a bit scary, even for her. But she put her mind to it, and she finished everything this afternoon. 

Tomorrow she would do the last things, like googling the most important cast and crew members and testing her powerpoint on the screen. And she would meet Graham. Then the day after was the day of the presentation, which was about the schedule they would follow, the most important dates and some other important information. Needless to say, tonight was the last night she could go out in a while, and she intended to have a good bit of fun.

Lily’s laugh brought her back to reality. “Yeah, I wonder who recommended you. Do you think it would be someone you worked with on that musical? But this is so much bigger. Bohemian Rhapsody. You are going to meet Queen! And so many talented actors. Oh lord how do you handle it all so well?”

Rose smiled and replied smiling. “Well I just don’t think about it. I have to be professional or they might throw me out Lils. It’s part of the job.” She then changed the subject by asking for Lily’s boyfriend, as they continued walking to the pub. When they arrived at the pub Rose ordered two pints, and they sat down and chatted on. A few rounds of drinks later the pub had changed a bit to a club, lots of people dancing on the floor, and people on the sides sat in the booths, or at a table. Lily glanced over Rose her shoulder.

“Don’t look, but there is this very handsome boy staring at you, he moves to the bar now, you should be able to see him in a second. Go talk to him.” Rose picked up their glasses. “Lils, I am not interested. Another beer? My treat. One last one, then we should go home.” Lily laughs in response. “Sure thing honey. It’s the blonde guy, not the extremely tall one, but the handsome one who is about your height.” Rose just rolled her eyes and walked towards the bar.

“Two beers please.” She made a small conversation about how crowded the bar was that night with the bartender while he poured her drinks. Rose pays, and picks them up with a light thanks, starts moving back to her table.  

“Hey miss, girl with the beers!” A deep voice with a strong accent calls at her. Rose turned around and saw a hand with her wallet in it. “You forgot your wallet on the counter ma'am.” She looked up and her breath hitched in her throat. He had to be the guy Lily was talking about. He was blonde, not too tall, and incredibly handsome. 

“Thanks…?” She said, silently asking for his name.

“Ben. Name’s Ben.” Rose smiled. “Thanks Ben.” She took another look at him. He really was handsome, with his plump lips and strong jawline. “I should be going back to my friend.” He quickly nods. 

“Of course. It was nice meeting you.” Rose turned around to look at Lily, finding her at another table, talking with some students who went to her uni. 

“You know what, it seems like my friend found some people to talk to. Would you like a beer?” Before he could answer she handed him the beer.

“Well yeah. My friend just went home so why not. Tell me something about yourself. You could start with your name.” He took the beer from her hands. 

“It’s Rose. I am twenty-four years old,” Rose sent him a wink and took a sip of her beer.

Ben liked how easy she talked to him. Rose was pretty and she had a very open look. Not to mention that she could drink. He was stunned by how quick she downed her beer, with casual gulps she drank and the glass was empty within minutes. 

“Well I am twenty-six now.” Rose smiled, and leaned towards him, her lips close to his ears. “And i start my new job tomorrow, so I don’t really feel like wasting a lot of time talking” The alcohol in her blood definitely made her bolder, which was always tricky combined with her flirty nature.

“As you wish Rose. Would you like to dance?” Ben replied, encouraged by her easy behaviour. 

“I’d love to dance with you.” Rose dragged him to the dancefloor, leaving her glass on a table, and started dancing. Ben was mostly watching, while slightly swaying his body to the beat. They were both tipsy, not drunk enough to make stupid decisions, but tipsy enough to make bold ones. Rose was dancing gracefully, and motioned for him to come to her. Rose danced with him, doing some spins and a casual dip. She was a good dancer for in a club, with little to no shame thanks to the booze, but she never missed a beat.

A slower, sexier song started, and Rose pulled Ben closer so they could slow dance. She laid her hands around his neck, and he slowly placed his hands on her hips, hoping she wouldn’t swat his hands away. She didn’t, and he was surprised with how natural this felt. After all, they only met about half an hour ago, and twenty minutes usually wasn’t enough to make him feel this way, not even when there was much more booze involved. He moved in closer, and the sweet scent of shampoo hit his nose. Hell, she even smelled good.

The next song came on, and Rose surprisingly didn’t let go. She kept him close, and started moving her hips to the beat in the best way possible. Ben had danced with many girls before, but this was too much, and he decided to get drinks before it went too fast, too soon.

“Another drink love?” Rose looked up at him and smiled. “Yes please. Dancing always gets me thirsty.” His face flushed red. He certainly understood the meaning of her words. He didn’t know how to respond, so he decided to just walk to the bar for drinks.

Two drinks later they sat in a booth at the side of the dancefloor, talking about everything and nothing, and Rose felt herself getting tipsier and tipsier with each sip of her tequila sunrise. Lily had already gone home, and she considered going home as well. But then she looked into Ben’s eyes again, and she felt herself getting lost. To hell with going home on time. He told her some sweet story about his dog, when all of a sudden he stopped talking. A new song had come on, and the harmony of fat bottomed girls hit your ears. You chuckled. A queen song, so right before she would start with the movie, it was quite ironic. Ben continued talking after his sudden halt, and Rose tried to listen but her eyes kept diverting to his lips. He saw her looking, and he stopped talking mid-sentence to press his lips on hers.

Rose kissed back, but kept the pace sensually slow, knowing it would drive him crazy. She climbed into his lap and his hands grabbed her hips. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, but keeping it slow. He was overflowing with lust, wanting more, but she was very dominant in the kiss, and it turned him on. He couldn’t wait to see what more she had in store for him.

“Fuck Rose, don’t be a tease.” She just smiled, and kept kissing him but quicking the kiss just a little. She was absolutely surprised with his kissing skills. His plump lips felt better against hers than she had thought, and she wondered how they would feel elsewhere on her body. Ben let his hands roam over her side, grinning when she giggled into the kiss. 

“That tickles!” His lips moved down to press kisses along her jawline, and in her neck. When he reached a certain point just underneath her jawline she let out a quiet moan, and he sucked on the spot, wanting to hear more of those beautiful sounds. He was quickly praised by another moan, and she slowly started grinding her hips against his crotch. He was shocked by her bold move, even if they were in a very dark corner of the club, it still felt publical. But he was even more shocked about how good it felt. Rose reconnected their lips shortly before she whispered into his ear. “Show me the way to your home Ben.”

The morning after was not a problem. Rose woke up around eight pm, no clothes on, and with a mild headache. She knew it would get worse, so after getting dressed she scanned through Ben’s cupboards for some Advil. She quietly tried to make herself look presentable and went to his living room. Leaving a glass of water, two advil pills and a short note,on his table, she opened the bedroom door once more. Ben laid sprawled out on his stomach on the bed, and she memorised his naked form. He was definitely the most handsome one night stand she had ever had. His neck was covered in love bites, his back had scratches all over it, the sight made her smile proudly.

Rose vividly remembered making them. She remembered digged her nails into his shoulders when he first entered her, and how that made him moan loudly in pleasure. And for the love bites scattered across his neck and chest, her memory again didn’t fail her. She was on top of him, and he came up to sit up straight and hit a deeper angle. She tried to be quiet, and bit his neck to stop herself from letting the screams of pleasure past her lips.

One last look at him. God, he looked like a hot mess. She softly closed the bedroom door and left his flat.

When she was outside of the house it took her less than a second to find out where she was, so she stopped a cab and told him where to take her. Back home, she showered, and got dressed for her first day at work. If she had hopes Lily would still be asleep when she left, she was sadly wrong. When Rose left the bathroom Lily sat at the breakfast table, smiling widely.

“Well Rosie. Where have you been all night? You might want to cover up that hickey before leaving hun.” A hickey? Rose was unpleasantly surprised. She was certain she had checked her neck and shoulders this morning. She ran towards the mirror, and a curse slipped of her lips when she saw the purple mark just below her ear. Grabbing her concealer she covered it up quick enough, while Lily took the opportunity to interrogate her about last night.

“And? How was it? What did you do?” Rose laughed, while putting the concealer on the mark in her neck. “We had sex of course. And it was great.” Lily squealed in excitement.

“I knew it! Oh that’s just great. How drunk were you? Do you remember everything?”

Rose nodded, blending in the concealer. “Yeah, I still remember everything. I was very tipsy, or slightly drunk, and he was tipsy as well.” 

“Oh that’s fun. So you just left or do you have his phone number?” Lily asked. Shaking her head, Rose replied. 

“No, I don’t have his number, and I just left without waking him up. That is what a one night stand is about Lils. I have to get to work now, see you later!”

“Fuck!” Rose quickly looked around to see if anyone heard her curse. It was him. Ben. When she saw the name Ben Hardy behind Roger Taylor, she just thought it was a funny coincidence. But then she clicked the link in her email. The headshot on her laptop, with all his information underneath it. 

Shit. This was bad. Tomorrow was presentation day, and Rose wasn’t sure what to do. Stepping out wasn’t possible, so she figured she would make the most out of it. Ben seemed like a very nice person last night. He might be a nice colleague, and maybe they could laugh about it. But she knew deep down, that wasn’t gonna be the case. In the bar your mutual attraction was very clear, and Rose was very afraid how that would turn out at work. She would see next day how he reacted, and she decided adjust her reaction to his.

The morning of the presentation and first table read Rose looked her very best. From her lipstick to her suit, she had thought about everything. Walking into the meeting room, she felt a bit tensed. Even though she started working yesterday, she hadn’t met Graham yet, as he called in sick. But today he was here, and Rose immediately recognised his face when she looked through the crowd. Straightening her back, she walked up to him and introduced herself.

“Well Rose, are you ready for the presentation? I am very glad you could do it, I am a disaster in these kind of things.” Rose politely smiled and told him it was no trouble.

“Excuse me, I have to grab the last few things from my purse.” She said to him, sending one last smile before walking into the seemingly empty corridor that lead to her temporarily office.

“But Joe!” She recognised the voice in an instant, and hid around the corner. Ben was in the corridor, apparently with Joe. Just her luck. His voice send shivers down her spine, and she felt herself wondering over what he would wear. Would he have covered the love bites?

“She left a note? Why would she leave a note? It makes no sense.” Ben sounded confused, and when Joe replied she could hear the grin in his voice. “Because of the effect it has. Look at you, you are still thinking about it, and it’s two days ago. What did it say anyways?” Ben sighed. “It said ‘Didn’t want to wake you up, you probably need your sleep after last night. Kiss Rose.’ And she didn’t need that note. The sex was mind blowing, I won’t forget that for a while.”

Around the corner Rose smiled widely. She promised herself to wait and see what he would do, but this was the perfect opportunity. She rounded the corner with a sweet smile on her face.

“Well ain’t that lovely to hear. I have to admit the feeling is mutual mister Hardy.” The look of shock on his face made the risk worth it, let alone the look on Joe his face. Rose had to suppress a smile, she wanted to keep the cool facade.

“T’was quite a shock to see your photo pop up on my laptop screen yesterday I have to admit, but it’s not an unpleasant surprise. I have to go now. Will I see you guys later?” She ended her sentence casually, as if she didn’t just scare the living daylight out of Ben with her appearing out of nowhere. Joe chuckled at seeing his friend stand there, speechless. “Yeah I think we will see you around. Bye!” Rose send him an award winning smile, and walked out of the corridor, knowing the boys watched her walk away, and probably wondering what the hell just happened.

The presentation went smooth, and before Rose knew, she had finished. After thanking everyone for listening, she told the actors what time they were needed the next morning for the first table read. She collected her things as everyone started leaving. Graham came to congratulate her on the success of her presentation, as suggested she would also be at the table read the next day. She packed her bag, she was free to head home, and she couldn’t wait to tell Lily everything that had happened today. When she walked out of the door, a voice rang in the hall.

“That was a great presentation.” Ben his accent filled her ears. “And a great shock to see you stand there.” Rose turned around. “Imagine my shock when I saw your face pop up yesterday. I am almost sorry for what happened before the presentation, but the opportunity you gave me was too good to ignore. I may have come across as very unprofessional, but I do actually take my job very seriously Ben. Even if our conversation didn’t make it seem that way.”

Rose sounded serious, but Ben noticed her checking him out. She was obviously torn in two about it. Just like he was. Because indeed, they would be slightly unprofessional, and very unprofessional if they would just fuck around. But on the other side, they were both adults, not much illegal about that.

“I understand. Would it be unprofessional to ask you on a date?” He asked with a hint of humour in his eyes. “Rose nodded. “Oh yes it would.”

“And exactly how unprofessional would it be to ask you to come home with me after said date?” He asked, his eyes filled with amusement and his lips formed a sexy smile.

“Extremely unprofessional. But we all make mistakes, don’t we?” She replied with her signature flirty smile. Ben also wore a full on smile now.

“Well Rose, would you like to go on a date with me, say... Tomorrow night?” Rose her eyes lit up, and she replied quickly, not covering up her excitement about it. “Oh god yes.”

[xxkellsvixen19xx]

HC for blood rituals with Michael!

Headcanon Blood Ritual With Michael Langdon...

Requested by anon

Warning: Satanic Ritual, References of Satan, Satanic Symbols Including Pentagram/Satanic Incantations/Ritual Room Or Alter/Blood As Well As Consuming Blood, Smut

Word Count: 1, 814 (I know kinda long can't help it lol 😂)

*Michael uses Satanic and blood rituals as a means of communicating with his father. This can serve quite a few purposes…

1. For a period of emotion and release. It is a period of mental exercise and physical relaxation. Inner reflection and outward expression go hand in hand.

2. A ceremony to aim towards expanding his mind, to allow his father to break barriers and for him to express himself.( The more barriers broken, the more clearly he can see)

3. Used as a means of self-expression, to wean away taboo and mental barriers, rather than suppression or focusing on  guilt complexes.

4. To willingly assume the animalistic attributes of purity, honesty and increased sensory perception.

5. To help bolster the will of his father, offering Michael direction through increased focus.

6. To set the him on the road to his own personal discovery where it brings to light what he might achieve.

 *A quiet place is chosen to reflect, speak to as well as listen and be completely open to anything that his father has to say. (This can be referred to as a state of mind so it's best to be open minded and ready to hear what Satan has to say).

*This space can a room or an alter and personalized to specific needs, Michael often chooses a quiet room. Candles are lit as well as Cinnamon or Sandlewood incense.

*The use of blood in Michael's case is used. It is a symbolic death and rebirth, as literal bodily birth that involves bleeding. Blood is typically seen as very powerful. Blood sacrifice is considered by him along with, ritual magic, and spell casting to intensify his powers.

1. Using a dagger he makes deep cuts down both of his forearms or wrists. If Y/N is also involved then both have the same deep cuts in the exact same spots. (Michael is quite powerful so it doesn't take much to heal the cuts regardless of how deep they may be.

2. When both Michael and Y/N are involved each there is  consumption of blood. This is regarded as producing energy useful in means of sexual, as well as a healing, or mental stimulus.

*A pentagram is painted on the floor (tile floor specifically) using their combined blood. The Pentagram signifies the domination of the mind over the elements.  The demons of air, the spirits of fire, the phantoms of water, and the ghosts of earth are enchained by this sign.

1. A very important note on this… The Pentagram is a powerful symbol representing the operation of the Eternal Spirit and the four elements, the single point upward representing the rule of the Divine Spirit over the world of matter.

2. Used as a means of protection.(is a temporary, but effective, space in which to recoup one's forces.)

*Michael & Reader both raise their hands above their heads, they seek to contact his father.  They lower their arms, they imagine his presence, which is their greater selves descending upon them from above as a brilliant ray of light, permeating through them and with the divine influence of his father.

1. Michael draws a circle around the pentagram, The Circle must be complete, continuing in an unbroken line from Pentagram to Pentagram.  The impression should be a ring of light studded in four places with stars of flame.

*In some cases his ritual space there were  inverted crosses, Y/N naked, and a beast-headed participant. (The purpose was to separate the participant from the outside world. Wearing a black devil suit, complete with a cape and horns, the fiendish imagery of the devil in the flesh.

*When Y/N is at  the altar, she serves as the Whore, goddess or feminine element that is a  sexual sacrifice. She lays on the altar as Michael recites his verses.Y/N represents the image and promise of lust upon the altar. (Y/N's role as a sexual being,is seen as the (virgin) maiden instead of the mother-goddess or the dark crone.

*Michael recites the following: "Oh hear the Infernal Names of :Abaddon, Kali, Sekhmet, and Dagon Drink from your chalice.Turn clockwise, pointing your athame, cane, or sword at each quarter and call forth the Princes of Hell: Satan from the north, Lucifer from the West, Belial from the south, and Leviathan from the east."

*During the evocation, Michael calls upon his father to commune. When he  appears he takes control his body. (Satan opens a channel of communication through Michael)

*When satan enters the ritual room he gives y a clear signal something will fall or move or you will hear a crackling sound from the candles. ( you both make yourselves sensitive to the signals that appear during ritual)

*Mediums of communications with satan can include the following…

1. Vision: Y/N and Michael may see his father physically with your open eyes with the strong perception of your minds raising the demon in front of both you so he can been seen by your naked eye.

2. Voices: both of you can hear demons voices during the ritual.The sound of crackling candles is the most common event which occurs when Satan enters the realm. So any kind of low sound or a very high type of voices can be observed during summoning process.

3. Dreams: there are times that Michael's father chooses to communicate to either or both of you through your dreams.

4. Emotions: A sudden change in either of your emotions indicate the presence of a demon or Michael's father. The rushing of blood suddenly indicates the presence of the supernatural and unseen power around Michael and Y/N.

*Evocation to Michael's father at times can include Scrying or gazing into the mirror in order to see Michael's father as he appears   before you both.

*Invocation: Invocation is the process in which Michael's father enters his body. Michael and his father have a direct connection through his physical body. Once Satan enters Michael's human body by the process of invocation his voice changes. His face turns white and his eyes pitch black (this is known as the white faced demon).

*A blade and a chalice are set up nearby, the contents of the chalice is Michael's and Y/N's blood mixed. Michael recites the following to Y/N during the ritual: “ I pledge my soul, ever to your service. Like this blade my love for you will be strong and enduring, so that our lives together will always be protected. Accept it, my beloved, and with it all that is mine becomes yours.” he pauses a moment. “ I will always be your true friend, to love you and lend you aid and protection. By seed and root, by bud and stem, by leaf and flower and fruit, by life and love, in the name of Satan, I, Michael, take you, Y/N, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit.”

*Y/N recites to Michael: “ I pledge this chalice, as I pledge my soul, ever to your service. As from this cup, my love for you will pour forth so that our lives together will be nourished. Accept it, my beloved, and with it all that is mine also becomes yours.” you  takes both of his hands in yours. “ I will always be your true friend, to love you and lend you aid and protection. By seed and root, by bud and stem, by leaf and flower and fruit, by life and love, in the name of Babalon, I, Y/N, take you, Michael, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit.”

*Michael recites: “ This bond I draw between us; when we are parted in mind or body, there will be a call in the core of us, one to the other, to which nothing and no one else will answer. By the secrets of the earth and water is this bond woven, unbreakable, irrevocable. By the law that created fire and wind is this bond written in our souls.”  (Y/N's hands are bound by rope of which he removes)

*Michael: “ Our vows have been made before my father. Our vows, are without beginning or end. They are the physical representation of our promises to each other's spirits.”

*Michael dips the blade into the chalice, he takes the blade smearing blood across Y/N stomach and carefully across her neck, breasts and thighs. ( this marks you as his own)

*Y/N does the same smearing blood across Michael's stomach, chest, neck, and very lower abdomen (Just above his cock, in turn this marks him as yours)

*”Father join us as one.” Michael replies, once more taking the dagger he reslices one of his forearms open allowing the blood to drip freely across your naked body in various spots. He brings his arm to your lips instructing you to drink his blood, without any hesitation that's exactly what you do. His blood is full bodied with a woody flavor with notes of cinnamon very rich.

*Y/N takes the dagger slicing open one of her forearms once more as well. Her blood adorns his body like a perfume, he brings her arm to his lips. Due to your blood type your blood is smooth with hints of honey with a surprisingly floral finish. Michael loved the taste it was sweet it was sensually arousing to him.

*Michael looks at your naked body covered in both of your combined blood, “ all that blood looks good on you, it really brings out your eyes.” He all but groans out.

*Michael uses one of his knees to pry open your legs exposing you to him. When he mounts you your breath hitched as he entered you, “so tight my Lilith.” He whispers in your ear. Your walls tighten around his length causing a growl of arousal from him you felt certain the length & thickness of his cock would surly rip you open from inside out. He gave you a moment to adjust to him before taking slow even thrusts. The pain subsided and pleasure taking over, you met his thrusts bucking your hips under him. “I am all yours love.” He whispered a feeling of pure raw sexual ecstasy washed over you, you could feel an orgasm edge closer & closer.

*“M-Mich…” You pant breathlessly, he pulls you into the position of straddling him his entire length inside you. You threw your head back eyes closed enjoying the feelings that pulsated through you. Both your bodies so much in perfect tune your walls tightened once more as you both hit an orgasm simultaneously causing the pentagram surrounding you both to catch fire. Opening your eyes looking deeply into his both of which were pitch black. “Ave Satanas..” both of you chanted at once.

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[the-house-of-the-nine]

In Depths Below: Masquerade, Part 2

[ K.A ]   Koltun for the most part was wise enough to let the lot of them talk, listening quietly while weighing the choices and options offered.

"Few are truly loyal. Many will run. Casualties will be higher than most of you hope or even anticipate.  But fleeing soldiers often bring more soldiers.  The point is, letting them run off is just as dangerous as letting them live."

He suddenly rumbled, folding his arms over his chest as he continued to regard everyone. At least until that felfire gaze settled on Siida.

"I have protected you since you were small. You don't remember those times, I know that. I am -against- using Siida as bait... as the Blade of the council and protector of this family since even my younger days, it speaks out against everything I do."

He held up a claw.

"But that's not to say I cant be convinced. Find a use for me where I can get to Siida if needed, I'll do as ordered.”

[ P.K ]   Vari snorted and shook her head.  A cold aura swarmed her entire body as she listened to the discussion.  She would sooner take life, than give any who dared do the same a fitting chance to survive.

“They are rich, wealth comes with guards. They are fodder to be dealt with. If this plan is to work, I suggest Koltun and I and a small team of our hand select, deal with them before anyone knows...I do not want loose ends to spoil our chances of success and further put you in danger Siida.”

[ S.K ]   “Is the only way to garner your approval Pyravari, to allow you to kill men and women who may not come to raise a hand against you...to kill them based only upon assumption that they will behave as such?”

The youngest member of the family said while holding her head upward and glancing with golden eyes toward her older.

[ P.K ]   Vari hissed inwardly and narrowed her gaze at her younger sister.

“This may be our only chance to get to our brother, Siida.  Nothing.”  the cold voice of the older sister sang into the walls. “Nothing, is going to stop us from getting the answers we need.  And if some half paid soldier who is charged with protecting these cowardly vermin. . .”

She hissed and let off a cold chilling burst of energy as her hand hit the top of the table.

“Death to all those who support these magisters, it is an inevitable end to every man or woman who puts a blade in their hand should know. Know the difference Siida between mercy and stupidity. They will die not because they are our enemy.  But because they opted to strike when logic would have dictated they surrender.”

[ K.A ]   Koltun arched a brow.  He understood all too well what Vari meant and added to support her words. "There is more to this world than you know, Siida. This is one area Vari and myself know. They will raise a hand and more if given the chance. A lesson we learned the hard way years ago."

"Would you so willingly offer up our necks and your own purely to -see- if your own assumption is correct? To try to put trust in men paid for their blood lust that they would not try to kill you or us?"

He grunted and shook his head.

[ P.K ]   Despite the obvious bias that Koltun and Vari shared on most matters concerning battle and strategy, they could fight and disagree. They could be against one another on every topic you could imagine, but here they stood united.  

Even if they had disagreed prior to a battle; when it was time for business, they would always fight side by side.  Here though, he was a bit more personable though and she would silence herself to allow his point to be made.

[ V.D ]   "Death is inevitable for some. To ensure our longevity we cannot put trust that those we come by, our enemies, aren't as passionate for their cause as we are. Often, if you kill the leader the followers will lay down their arms... Other times they fight twice as hard to avenge their leader."

Twirling her fingers around she'd soon waggle this finger outward,

"All that should be spared is the young. Babes. Women and men fighting under the Magisters house names are the threats."

[ K.A ]   "And when lion Cubs grow into lions, Verzatea, what then? Don’t expect a cub to sit back and think 'shit my family was killed for vengeance....oh well, time to be a seamstress." The hunter snorted, flexing hos wings to stop himself from beginning to pace.

"Destroy them all or leave a loose end."

Koltun stated firmly, looking to Siida.

"Ask yourself this, Siida Kash'ebal. If these men and women KNEW who you were, what you meant to us... do you think they would offer you the same mercy you hold in your heart for them? You have a good heart... which is why you are not the Harbinger, or the Blade. Our hands, minds and hearts do what yours cannot. Keep that in mind when you offer orders."

[ S.K ]   Siida resisted the urge to look back at Marseille for guidance...he wouldn't always be there to give her a direction to choose or be the deciding force...some consequences and guilt would have to lay on her shoulders.

"I will listen to the advice of those more learned than I...but as I listen to you I am learning more and more why Lazarius thought the role of Matron was fitting for more me, I grant my consent that the forces amassed in the defense of the magisters should be culled...”  her soft voice trailing into a breath.

“And in doing so I fully acknowledge that I make widows, orphans, and end lines of family heritage....that is the unseen cost of these actions.”

Siida did not utter such words out loud.

"What is next?"

[ L.K ]   Kross took this time to admittedly try and steer the conversation over to another end.

“Are we in agreement that Verzatea and the bakery will be used as a front to ensure the Confessor, the Shade and she can be there? With Sennaris and those three inside, and Siida still in control with Sunwood in our pocket....I feel we can have a large portion of control of the scene with Koltun and Vari handling the personal armies and guard forces asked to remain with their masters carriages and belongings.”

[ V.D ]   “We could easily disguise two others as baker employees, too.” added the Confessor

[ L.K ]   “Best to keep only Sindorei in the sight of these magisters.”. Marseille stated. He could shift into one with his disguise as could Zalra.

[ K.A ]   At Kross's voice, he quieted and allowed himself to pace, like beast trapped in a pen, back and forth beside Vari's chair. "Agreed. " he rumbled finally. Hell even he knew when to dip his horns to Kross and not antagonize.

[ S.K ]   Today was not the day to tell Koltun her answer to that question, they had a meeting and she was not one raise her voice...this kind of conversation would have led to a screaming match. "Agreed."

[ V.D ]   Bristling. How instantly Koltun managed to get under the Confessor's skin, her teeth beginning to bare in a sneer, her brows furrowing and eyes narrowing into golden slits... Talk about cubs and you risk a protective mother lion. The area surrounding Verzatea would turn cold, the shadows cast by her person darkening until she looked... Dimmer.

"I beg the pardon of the council..." she laughs dryly, "But I would like to state; because I feel it bares further discussion,  I don't believe young ones are old enough to grasp the situation enough to feel compelled to seek vengeance. If we kill all charged with their care, all who could possibly tell them the stories of what happened that made them orphan, then the children are of no risk to us."

[ K.A ]   Mother Lion, meet nightmare. Koltun was he who flapped in the night.  The demon stories warned about that hunted moonless nights and left nothing in his wake but destruction and death. He exuded darkness, pure terror. That cold fear that tugged the base of your spine and sent a chill up your back leaving you jumping at shadows and finding religion with desperate whispers.

Where Vari was unadulterated rage and open fury, Koltun was calm. A calculated anger that stayed dormant until permitted release Felfire eyes slowly turned towards Verza, that same brow arching with almost deliberate slowness as he slowed his pacing to a halt and directed a claw towards Siida.

"Look at our Matron, Miss Verzatea."

He said quietly, ever keeping his gaze locked on the woman, the mother lion.

"Tell me how long ago it was that she was left alone and alive." He shifted to stand beside Verza, lowering his lips near her ears. "Unknowing."

His hand lowered, drawing that same claw up along the length of the woman's slender ear.

"And yet where does she stand now? With such wants and orders upon her lips? What has become of the little Kash'ebahl cub, Siida." Koltun returned to Vari's side and returned to silence, letting his point settle home.

[ V.D ]   Oh how she seethed.  How she would have to bite down on that fleshy mound that forked and hissed with every word the demon threw at her.

“You are bending my words to better suit your approach!” she snapped outwardly, his eyes widened as even she appeared to be shocked with the outburst.

[ K.A ]   “Is that what you think I’m doing? Manipulating you?  Or are you simply unconvinced yourself that perhaps I am right?” the demon said smirking behind the chair of his love.

[ V.D ]   “You know as well as I do that, that is an isolated incident.  Not ever--”

She was cut off mid sentence by the gentle voice of one sitting between them.

[ S.K ]   “We.Are.Not Doing.This.Now!"

Siida hissed, glaring at both Verzatea and Koltun.

"Not...now. . .Not while my brother is still in danger and not while we continue to cut at ourselves.!”

Her soft voice heaved between breathes as she struggled to maintain her pitch and confident tone behind those teared eyes which were just as boldly fighting back the urge to let loose.  The loss of her brother after finding him; it was not something she wished to speak of again.

[ K.A ]   "I offer only advice, Matron Kash'ebahl" he said gently towards Siida. But no apology was given with it.

[ L.K ]   “I have to stand in agreement with the little sister, this is a pointless discussion at this moment.”  Marseille added as he still stood by her side. “The guards will be dealt with...enough squabbling.”

[ V.D ]   Every snarl and quip she held on the tip of her tongue was redacted on account of Siida. Every insult that he, as a man who let alone shouldn't procreate, but couldn't wouldn't understand the instincts... Or at least, thats what she assumed of him.

Regardless, her attention would not be placed on Koltun for the remainder of the evening. She decided that inwardly while turning her eyes away. Or else she was in danger of losing herself in an argument that she, as a woman, knew she was totally right about.

"The Delightful Delicacies will be professional. True, this night is to once and for all protect the name of the House Kash'ebahl against Dawnseeker... But genuine nobility and high class families will be in attendance. In the off chance we can undergo opperations quietly... Perhaps we'll make a few allies."

[ S.K ]   Siida rested back in her chair....she was ready for this meeting to be over and simply drown herself in a book for several hours....or to go some place and rend something to ribbons.

[ Z.A ]   Zalra's violet, illuminated gaze drifted silently to focus on those who spoke; shifting noticeably so those would know her attention was undivided. She knew her role in these plans. The rest of the more veteran members of the order were merely discussing minor agitations that could potentially unravel the situation.

What the ren'dorei was concerned of, in the moment, was anyone's disagreeing with her posing as Lady Sunwood. She was desperate to contribute more to the order's efforts rather than rely on her fighting talents. However, none seemed to argue with that fact. Good.

Though, her eyes did narrow at Koltun briefly when he spoke of Siida in a presumably condescending tone. But, before she could make an audible warning, the voices that actually held weight spoke up. No need to stick her hand in a pot that was already closed. Her attention shifted to the younger Kash'ebahl, and she attempted to flash her a weak smile of comfort.

[ L.K ]   Kross bowed his head and motioned toward both Siida and Sennaris.

“You both will work together and organize this...Marseille, Zalra please, since you both were successful in aiding our Matron in coming up with this plan...accompany her to the Compellors chambers and begin this as hastily as possible.”

[ S.K ]   "Of course Kross, we'll get to it right away." Siida would rise, happy to leave the room and giving a smile to Zalra. It had worked....sort of.

[ S.D ]    “As you wish.” the Compellor said softly as her eyes drifted toward the young member of the family.  If they were to plan this together, she would go to prepare her chambers for the guests so they could begin immediately.  

Sennaris followed suit right behind the Matron.  And soon would make her way to the location of her sanctum.

[ L.K ]   Marseille would offer a bow toward the remaining members of the order, and grab the hand of Zalra as he would not give her any quarter , she was dragged along behind him as they exited the chamber with Siida.

[ V.D ]   In that moment the Confessor would exhale slowly, her weight rolling into her elbows as she propped them atop the table, her face burying into her plams as she did so.

Thumbs would gently rub the exhaustion from her eyes before her palms would clasp together as if in prayer, her chin resting atop her thumbs while her lips pressed against the length of her forefingers.

She'd stare toward the ceiling for a moment, trying to work out her course of action in her head, ears wilting the deeper into thought she fell.  It was no use though.  She too would quietly vanish from the great council chamber, and go to prepare her business for its premiere event to come.

[ K.A ]   Koltun remained silent, leaving everyone to their thing before lowering his voice to Pyravari. He said only three words before turning from her, clawed hands already reaching back to unhook the curved blades of his glaives from his harness before heading out of the room. It was clear he was heading towards familiar ground. Outside to the training yard. His chapel.

[ P.K ]  Vari would give only the slightest crack of a smile when Koltun whispered to her.  She placed her palms flat against the top of the table and pushed her plated body upward as she rose.  The others were filtering out one at a time and she soon joined them.  

Her destination would be the loft where her lover found solace.  They’d need to determine who were coming with them.  She marched out of the door, giving Kross only a single look back; and a smile, before exiting in a cascading boot march that echoed for several minutes after.

[ Z.A ]   Zalra blinked, standing from her spot with a bow after her dismissal, only to have her hand taken gently within Marseille's. Oh. Interesting, however, she did not make any comment on it, nor did her expression hint towards any qualms or retaliation. Out of the room she was made to follow. The huntress attempted to give a polite nod of her head to the senior members.

[ L.K ]   And as the final members of the council vanished from the illustrious chambers that held strong for so many centuries, the withered old gilnean expelled a soft breath into the cold.   The smile from his adopted daughter; the Harbinger, it warmed his dead heart.   They were always close and her concern was welcoming, yet still even now he felt sadness.

His thoughts drifting from his former Mistress and lover, to the now lost child he’d watch grow into the man he respected so deeply.  Kross knew that showing too much emotion toward the others would only muddy the waters of what his position actually was, but behind those heavy eyelids that sheltered two ghostly white pearls, a sense of remorse and sadness fluttered like a torrent wind.  The steward was lost without his Master.

It would be up to them now.  The coming days would be spent carefully planning their attack and organizing exactly how they would orchestra such a massive undertaking.  Each person specifically had to play their part or it would fall to pieces in an instant.  If this was to go off without a hitch; they would need to be sure everything was perfect, otherwise they may lose more than they bargained for. . .

To Be Continued. . . . “In Depths Below: Masquerade, Part 3″

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[tomgcsglasses]

Pineapple Juice (TH)

Requested by: @bagelblossom. 

Tagging: @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff, @tom-newsie-holland and @fionnglynnlowden. 

“Judging by your test results, it appears you are lacking certain types of vitamins in your diet. You need to consume a large intake of potassium, vitamin B and iron.” Your Doctor told you. You sat adjacent to him with your test results in his hand. His glasses were propped on the edge of his nose as the examined the paper, then turned to you. 

“So, what do I need to change? Diet wise.” You asked as you shifted into a more comfortable position on your chair. 

Your Doctor rubbed his chin as he thought for a moment. “Definitely eat more vegetables, they are good source of iron. With regards to potassium, the obvious answer would be bananas. However, if you want to be different then pineapples are also high in potassium as well as vitamin B.”

You nodded. “Right ok. Anything else?” Your Doctor began to search through his desk, his face lit up as he retrieved a piece of paper from underneath the mountain of paperwork. 

“Here is a list of everything you should be eating. Don’t feel pressured to eat everything on here, just try and incorporate these into your meals and snacks. For example, if you don’t want to eat pineapples, try drinking juice instead.” 

“Okay, thank you.” You took the piece of paper and stood up. Your Doctor mirrored your actions and stood up aswell. 

“That’s it for today, unless there’s anything else that’s on your mind?” 

You shook your head. “That’s everything, thank you.” You gestured to the piece of paper.

Your Doctor nodded. “Alright then. Take care Y/N.”

“You too.” You smiled at him, turned around and walked out of his office.

-----

You placed the keys in the bowl on a table, hung your coat on the hook and placed your bag on the floor with the piece of paper in your hand. You walked into the living room where you saw your boyfriend Tom on his laptop with his glasses on. He noticed you come in because he turned his head to you, giving you a warm smile. You walked to the sofa and took a seat next to Tom, placing your head on his left shoulder. 

Tom wrapped his arm around yours, pulling you in closer. “How did it go?” You didn’t respond with words, instead you just nodded and nuzzled your nose into his shoulder. “Ok then.” Tom chuckled. 

You lifted your head up slightly. “Whatcha doing?” 

“Oh, just research for my next role.” 

You smiled, resumed your position on his shoulder and closed your eyes. 

-----

The next day, you and Tom were on the sofa once again. You were sat next to each other, each with your laptops and a cup of tea in hand, typing away vigorously. You decided to look more into what your Doctor advised you to do yesterday, you weren’t keen on 85% of what was on this list but you wanted to have a healthier diet. 

After lots of research, you were on the best choice - pineapple. You read articles upon articles on how beneficial pineapple was for your body. You were engrossed in an article about a woman who had a whole pineapple every day and how it changed her life, when you were rudely interrupted.

“No way?!” Tom exclaimed, tearing yourself away from the riveting article you looked at Tom. 

“What?” You asked.

“As if we’re both researching the same thing!” Tom moved his laptop, so you could see the screen better. You squinted a little, then realised he was researching about pineapples too.

A little confused you cocked your head to the side. “Er. Why are you researching about pineapples?” 

“Oh, didn’t you know. The myth about the pineapple?” Tom asked, in return you gave him a blank look. “Seriously you don’t know?” You shook your head slowly, getting even more confused. “Then why are you reading about it?”

“Well, you know how I went to the Doctors yesterday?” Tom nodded. “He gave me a list of food I need to make my diet better and pineapple is high in potassium and vitamin B, so I’m just reading an article on how pineapple helped this woman who... Wait.” You turned to Tom and took off your glasses. “Why are you reading up on pineapples?” 

Tom readjusted his laptop so it was comfortable for him and ignored you.

“Thomas. Tell me now.” Nothing. “Thomas Stanley Holland, I demand you to tell me why you were researching pineapples because I know for sure it wasn’t ‘medically advised’.” 

Tom awkwardly coughed and rubbed the back of his head, as he looked down slightly and mumbled. 

“Babe.” You reached out and touched his shoulder. “C’mon, it’s me. Don’t be embarrassed.” 

“Okay.” Tom quietly said. He looked up nervously into your eyes. “So, me and Harrison were talking yesterday, whilst you were at the Doctors and he told me that pineapple makes you taste good.” Tom spoke rather fast, once he was done he looked down. 

“Taste good?” You ask, not quite sure what he meant.

“Yeah, y’know..” You shook your head. “Like y’know..” Tom gestured to his pants. You caught on to what he was on about as you raised your eyebrows.

“Oh, I see. Well does he know if it’s true?” 

Tom shrugged his shoulders. “No clue. That’s why I’m reading up on it, see if it’s true.”

You shook your head. “I bet you it doesn’t change anything.” 

Tom cocked an eyebrow up. “Oh really?” You nodded. “Well, I bet you it does.” 

“Oh, is this how it’s going to go?” Tom nodded. “Okay then. It’s on Holland.”

“Fine. For two weeks, we have one pineapple each every day, go down on each other and see if it works. I mean it works for you too, because you need to potassium and vitamin B.” Tom smirked at you.

“Hey!” You smacked his shoulder. “Rude comment aside, the bet is on.” 

“Alright Y/L/N.” Tom stuck his hand out and you shook it.

“2 weeks from now.” Tom nodded.

“2 weeks from now we put it to the test.” Tom winked.

-----

The time had finally come for you to go home, put your feet up and relax with a cup of tea. But you need that wasn’t going to happen because it had been exactly 2 weeks since you and Tom had made that bet. Odds on him wanting to go straight to the bed once you got home were pretty high. 

You chucked your keys into the bowl, which probably didn’t even go in but you were too lazy to walk back and set it straight. Instead you walked into the living room, only to find Tom stuffing his face with pineapple and gulping down pineapple juice.

“Er, what are you doing?”

Tom whipped his around. “Babe.” He greeted, with a mouthful of pineapple. 

“Lovely.” You said to yourself. “Cutting it a bit short aren’t we Holland?” You asked, gesturing to your watch. 

He shook his head and swallowed the pineapple. “Babe, I’m going to taste so sweet. You’re going to be begging for more.” He smirked as he wiped his mouth with the kitchen towel. 

“Hmm, you keep telling yourself that.” 

“So, shall we do this or what?” Tom asked, nodding to the bedroom with his head.

“You’re such a gentlemen.” You rolled your eyes, shrugging off your coat whilst Tom was already making his way to the bedroom. 

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Tom pushed you onto the bed, shedding off the last of your clothing. The most important garments were coming off, once he’d completed that task he attacked your neck. You threw your head back as you could feel him leaving bruises - seems like tomorrow will be a high neck top day. You moaned slightly as you felt him leave for what seemed like an eternity, leaving your body burning from his touch, you craved him all the more. You were on the verge on pleading for him to come back, when you were cut off with a gasp. You felt Tom’s hot tongue dip into you, he wasted no time as he swirled it around, hitting all of the right spots. You head buried deeper into the pillow as your hands tugged at his hair, pushing him deeper. The feel of his smirk and slight groan pushed you over the edge, as you released into his mouth. That didn’t hold him back from stopping, he carried on until you came down from your high; leaving you a sweaty mess as you watched his head pop up. 

“Delicious.” He smirked, his light brown eyes glistening, licking you off his lips. He slowly crawled up to you, peppering kisses up your body until he reached your lips. He hovered for a second and crashed his lips onto you. His tongue slipping into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. 

You wrapped your arms around Tom’s waist and in one swift motion flipped him over, so he was on his back and you were straddling him. Before you did anything else, you took a moment to admire how glorious he looked. He had his right arm above his head, his left hand digging into your hip, his short hair messy from you constantly tugging at it. His light brown, almost innocent, brown eyes looking up at with admiration and lust as he bit his lower lip, anticipating your next move. 

You leaned down and brushed your lips against him, he attempted to kiss you but you retrieved and focused your attention on his jaw. It was your turn to leave unmissable bruises on Tom’s neck and that you did. You could hear him groaning, his chest heaving slightly, he wanted you now. But being the tease you are, you smirked and took your time. Once you were satisfied with the bruises, you placed a light kiss on it and proceeded to devour the rest of his body. You licked from his abs to his v line, in which he bucked his hips up. You pinned them down and shook your head.

“You waited two weeks, you can wait another 5 minutes babe.” You glanced up and saw him with his eyes closed, squirming. This was torture for him. Finally, you reached his boxers, where you were greeted with a semi-hard on. You kissed his boxers, slowly turning the semi into a full-hard on. 

“Babe.” Tom inaudibly whispered. “Please.” He begged. You nodded and slowly took off his boxers. You placed light kisses up and down his member, eliciting a ‘fuck’ from Tom. When you reached the tip, you took it in your mouth and started swirling your tongue around it. Meanwhile your right hand began pumping at the base. Tom groaned as you felt his hands at the back of your head, cradling it as you took care of him. After lots of pumping and swirling, you felt Tom release himself into you. You happily swallowed and assisted him until he came down from his high. You couldn’t believe that the myths were true, he tasted divine. Once you heard the sigh you detached yourself from him and laid down next to him. 

“So, pineapple juice?” Tom asked, wrapping his hands around your right shoulder, pulling you in as you hitched your right leg over his legs and started drawing circles on his chest.

You hummed. “Hmmm, I don’t think 2 weeks was long enough.” You smirked. 

“Oh, is that so?”

You nodded your head. “I definitely think we need another 2 weeks.”

“I agree.” Tom laughed, placing a kiss on your head. You reached around and chucked Tom his boxers, whilst you retrieved his t-shirt and put it on. You then went back to your position next to Tom with your phone. “Seriously love, did it work?”

You looked up from your phone and nodded. “Yes, it did. You were right.”

“Oh good, I was afraid it didn’t work on me because it definitely worked on you.” He laughed. 

“No, it definitely worked on you. Don’t worry.” You chuckled, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Well, I for one am up for doing this in another 2 weeks. What else is on your list? Pomegranates maybe?” Tom asked, his hand making it’s way up your thigh.

[soriseerakyra]

Chess Pieces 3/3

A/N: There is Sex in this... yay? yay!

pt 1 pt 2 series beginning

“Do you enjoy the view?”

 The wide windowed walls of the apartment gave a breathtaking view of the pink sunset of the Island Planet. After being on Starkiller Base for so long you’d almost forgotten what healthy green grass looked like or what temperatures above freezing felt like.

 Kylo had murmured the question into your ear after wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You’d been standing watching the sunset for the past ten minutes in stunned silence.

 “Yes,” you say breathily, partly from the beauty of the sunset and the other part from skin to skin contact. Your sheer lavender night gown had no sleeves and was very thin. Feeling his bare chest pressed into your back sent shivers down your spine as you recall the previous three nights.

 After your talk almost a week ago, Kylo had made good on his promise to take you away from the base to consummate your marriage. The small planet was in the same system as the Starkiller Base, but unlike the ice planet, it was native to the system. It was a shame that the planet wouldn’t get to experience such sunsets once the Hux used his weapon. For the past three days, you had been trying to memorize all the detail you could about the landscape, maybe you could have someone paint it for you.

 “What are you thinking about?” he questions.

 “How easily beauty can fade,” you say watching as the last of the sun disappears beyond the horizon.

 “Everything will eventually die,” he says as he presses his lips to a spot on your neck that he had recently discovered was sensitive.

 “We don’t have to speed its course, though.”

 Kylo pauses for second but his response isn’t verbal. Instead he opts to bite down on the spot that he’d been nursing, forcing a whine to escape your lips. Quickly, he moves his hands from your waist to cup your breasts. Your eyes meet his in the reflection of the window and the dark pools of lust that were reflected at you almost caused you to moan. He pauses his motions and stares at you with a question, asking your permission, and you nod quickly.

 One of his hands ran down your thigh quickly, grabbing the skirt of your gown and hiking it up to the point where he’d have quick access to the warmth between your legs. You gasp as a probing finger grazes slightly against the slickness of your slit. You moan and feel your eyes slip closed as he lets the wandering finger start to circle your clit.

 Kylo’s breath picks up in your ear as he greedily watches your reactions in the window. He pushes you forward slightly and prompts you to brace yourself with your forearms pressed against the window. You comply and move to raise your arms. As you move Kylo moves the shoulders of gown down your arms causing the garment to bunch around your waist and your breasts to be released.

 He pauses and admires your nude form, chest slightly heaving with desire. Your nipples harden as you press them against the cool glass. Irritated from his lack of movement your buck your hips against his finger, urging him to continue.

 Dazed hooded eyes snap to attention as the finger in between your legs begins to circle your sensitive button once again. He reaches his free hand to you left breast and begins to twist at the nipple, pulling slightly when you whine with appreciation.

 “Sorry, I got distracted, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he tucks his face in the dip of your shoulders.

 You sigh as his full lips begin to kiss at your neck again, “Don’t play too much longer, I get impatient.”

 You feel the girth of this erection press against your ass and you grind against him and his deep moan finally escape his lips.

 His hand removes it’s from your breast and quickly pulls down his pants. The hand between your thighs moves to spreads the lips of your mound up and you let out a shaky breath of anticipation.

 The head of his cock slips past your lips and with a quick hard thrust he’s fully seated inside of you. You grunt, feeling your muscles clench adjusting to him. You had done this many times since the two of your arrived, Kylo seemed to have a craving for intimacy, but the action was still new to you and you had yet to become accustomed to him being inside of you.

 Feeling his hands both slip to your waist squeezing slightly you meet his eyes in the mirror, “move.”

 He begins, quickly snapping his hips forwards and backwards, pulling in and out of you with no regard or desire to build a mounting pace. At his speed your knees begin to feel weak and yourself pressing more against the window for support. After a few moments, you began to push back in time with him, trying to match his rapid pace.

 Kylo breaks his gaze from the window to watch as his cock slide in and out of your warmth, groaning and the sight and the feeling. He begins to pump harder. With his increased force one of your nipples begins to painfully pinch against the window and a shiver of desire rolls down your spine.

 “Your hand on my neck,” you grunt and he thrusts into you particularly hard.

 You see Kylo nod his head and he moves to drape his body over yours. A gangly arm moves itself under yours and his large hand grips your throat firmly, squeezing almost rhythmically with his thrusts. His other hand wraps around your thigh to find your engorged clit and begins rubbing firmly.

 Tears spring your eyes in pleasure and you feel Kylo press a kiss to the nape of your neck and pant in your ear.

 His body pressing down against yours causes the fabric of your gown to be pressed roughly into your skin and it almost burns as he moves roughly back and forth.

 “Almost,” he murmurs.

 “Me too,” you say feeling euphoria pull in your belly.

 His teeth bury themselves in the skin of your neck and his finger on your clit increases its pace. You start shiver as a tear roles down your cheek and Kylo tightens his grip on your throat. Its enough to make your climax roll over you in waves. Your body stiffens before your hips begin rolling in an effort to ride out your pleasure. Your moan is stifled by the pressure pressing down on your neck.

 In response to your body, Kylo picks up this pace and the harsh slapping skin seems increase. His thrusts get shorter and the teeth on your neck seem to dig deeper into your skin, guaranteeing a bruise. Suddenly he stiffens inside of you and can feel the warmth of his cum spurt out against your walls.

 When he’s finished, he pulls the both of you back into an upright position. You turn to look at him, a satisfied smile finding its way to your lips as a slightly hazy look glazes his eyes. His dark orbs observe you has you press your naked chest against his and press a soft kiss to his lips.

 Before you pull away completely you whisper in his ear, “Next time I’m going to choke you.”

 “I’d like that.”

  It was two days later when you were awakened by a knocking on your door. Your eyes blinked open to the pink light. Kylo’s warm, naked body pressed against yours. A large hand rubbed on your stomach.

 “It’s your servant,” he mumbles.

 You nod and move from the bed and slip on a robe to cover yourself. Exiting the bedroom and closing the door behind you, you make your way to the front of the apartment and let Tierssa.

 When the door opens, the dark-haired girl is in front of you with a worried look on her face.

 “What’s wrong?” You question as you wave her in to the living room.

 “I’ve got messages,” she says handing you a data pad.

 The first comes up on the screen and a frown works its way to your face.

 “My father is dying,” you say solemnly.

 “I’m sorry,” Tiressa starts, “When I tried to get into to contact, I just kept getting a scrambled signal. So, then I pretended I was you and they sent that message.”

 “I imagine they wanted to keep it secret, the empire finding out that Arkanna will be effectively leaderless would put the planet in danger.”

 “What will you do?”

 “Until, my father is confirmed dead, there is nothing much for me to do. Suddenly needing to run home to be with my father, would only undermine the work that my mother and the other members of the high council have put into place.”

 There is a pause as aching sorrow filled your heart. Your father was a kind man who had not only taken the time to show you how to rule, but to control the gift that you had been blessed with. He is the reason that you could hold off Kylo Ren as best as you could and he would be the reason that the galaxy would bow to you when you conquered it. The idea that you could not be there not only for the passing of your father but your mentor as well hurt you.

 “So, we both won’t get to say goodbye to our parents,” Tiressa muses absentmindedly and it causes you to pause.

 “Yes, I suppose we have even more commonalities than I thought.”

 There was silence in the room for a moment as you reread the message on the data pad. It hurt your heart that you could not go to be with your family, but being here would be safer for the rest of them in the long run.

 Sighing you deleted the message.

 “Make sure that there are no copies of this saved on the servers.”

 Tiressa nods and stands to fulfill your request.

 “Wait,” you call as the second message on the data pad, “They allowed you too deliver this message to me?”

 “Oh yeah,” she starts as if remembering something trivial, “I ran into one of the officers on duty and apparently, they were supposed to deliver the message to captain broody but they were too scared to knock. When they saw me they asked me to deliver it and transferred the message. Is it important?”

 ‘Extremely’

 “Just a mission update, nothing to worry about.”

 “Alright,” she says with a shrug.

 “One more thing,” you call standing up to deliver the message to Kylo Ren. “Be prepared, Tierssa, things are about to start moving quickly, and there may be times when our lives are put in extreme danger.”

 She blinks at you, dark eyes staring into yours for a moment and then she shrugs again, “If you’re there we’ll probably get through ok.”

 She waves a hand over her shoulder before exiting.

 ‘Things are about to start changing around here quickly, and that’s thanks to you Lor San Tekka’

[bewitching-elizabeth-olsen]

Press: Elizabeth Olsen does double duty in 'Wind River' and 'Ingrid Goes West'

  LA TIMES – Room 64 at the Chateau Marmont is possibly the most Instagrammable spot in L.A. Its wrap-around terrace is suspended just below the homes built into the Hollywood Hills, tiny glass boxes that form their own constellation when night falls. Rumor has it Howard Hughes once lived in this two-bedroom penthouse, spying on girls at the pool below, decades before Lindsay Lohan and Lady Gaga crashed here for a slumber party.

  Today, however, it is home to the actress Elizabeth Olsen, who has arrived at the hotel with a team of people to help beautify her. High-heeled sandals are lined up on a desk. There are multiple pieces of luggage containing makeup kits. She is wearing borrowed diamonds on her fingers, paging through the room service menu, from which she can order whatever she would like.

  It’s a scene, no doubt, that would incite lust among her half-a-million Instagram followers. But she doesn’t feel like she knows how to do the setting justice. Just this morning, she attempted to photograph her breakfast, but then ended up deleting the image in haste.

  “I’m bad at it,” she says. “I’m bad at the lighting. I’m bad at the framing. I’m bad at the editing. When I look at my food, it looks pretty. When I look at it on a phone, it looks not pretty.”

  This is not a problem that her character in “Ingrid Goes West” would have. In the dark comedy — one of two films the 28-year-old is starring in this August — Olsen plays Taylor Sloane, a social media influencer who has established a reputation as the quintessential California cool girl. She tools around in a vintage Mercedes, is perennially reading Joan Didion’s “The White Album” and spends her weekends at a Joshua Tree abode. When she photographs her breakfast — avocado toast, obvi — it always looks pretty.

  Matt Spicer, who directed the film, felt certain that Olsen could embody this kind of aspirational figure. Sure, he was a fan of her acting, but he’d also noticed how often she popped up on best-dressed lists. She also had proximity to the style world via her sisters, the twins Mary-Kate and Ashley, who run two of their own fashion lines.

  “She has a natural charm and likability to her, which isn’t something you can really teach,” he says. “She’s one of those girls that other girls look up to. Since we did the movie, I think I’ve gained 1,000 Instagram followers that are just Lizzie fan accounts.”

  And for the most part, it appears that those fans gravitate to Olsen due to who she is off-screen. Even though she’s been part of the hugely popular Marvel universe for two years — playing the reality-altering Scarlet Witch in “The Avengers” and “Captain America” films — most headlines about her still tend to relate to her style choices. A quick Google search of her name turns up five Daily Mail articles from July alone, nearly all centered on her clothing.

  But Olsen has been steadily building up a respectable film resume since emerging as an “it girl” at the Sundance Film Festival in 2011, where her performance in “Martha Marcy May Marlene” signaled the arrival of a formidable new young Hollywood talent. A couple years later, she completed her acting studies at New York University’s Tisch School of the Arts and began taking roles in movies from bigger filmmakers, including Spike Lee (“Old Boy”) and Gareth Edwards (“Godzilla”).

  Then Marvel came calling — a huge coup for Olsen, who grew up watching action-heavy flicks from the Indiana Jones and James Bond series with her father in Toluca Lake. But participating in the superhero franchise has also meant turning down a number of projects that could have shown off more of her acting ability — including a role in Yorgos Lanthimos’ critically acclaimed “The Lobster.”

  “There have been things more in line with the career arc I’d like to create that I had to turn down due to scheduling conflicts,” she explains. “You want to create a personal canon.”

  That’s what she’s hoping to bolster this month with “Ingrid Goes West” (Aug. 11) and “Wind River,” which debuts Aug. 4. The two movies, to put it mildly, are incredibly different. “Wind River,” which earned filmmaker Taylor Sheridan the top directing prize in the Cannes Film Festival’s Un Certain Regard section in May, is a dark murder mystery. Olsen stars opposite her “Avengers” co-star Jeremy Renner as a rookie FBI agent sent to Wyoming to investigate the death of a local woman on a remote Native American reservation.

  The role would require the actress to train with a veteran law enforcement officer and learn how to shoot a gun — opportunities she relished. She was more worried about flying to Park City, Utah, for production, because she hates the cold and high altitude.

  “So I bold-faced lied to her and said, ‘We’re not shooting high and it’s not cold there,’” Sheridan recalls with a laugh. “I knew it would be, which was one of the things I loved about it — you can see it on her face in the movie that she really doesn’t like the cold. But she overcame it.”

  The director, who nabbed an Oscar nomination for writing “Hell or High Water” and also scripted “Wind River,” cast Olsen long before Renner. He says he wanted her from the “very, very, very beginning” because he responded to an “essence of confidence” she exuded — a certain kind of toughness. “There’s a blue collar element to her, which I mean as a compliment,” he explains. “That’s how grounded she is, and maybe it’s because she grew up with [Hollywood], she’s able to see it for what it is.”

  Renner, who plays a local U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service agent who takes Olsen’s character under his wing, admits he put off reading Sheridan’s script for months. (Chris Pine was originally cast in the role.) Eventually, the actor decided to sign onto the film because he wanted “to work with Lizzie in a different way — in a real way.”

  “Here, I got to observe somebody working in a very different capacity — with more emotional intelligence, not just being in a costume and the whole thing,” the actor says. “She had to be pretty bad-ass with a handgun, I’ll tell you what — and that’s coming from a guy who knows how to use a lot of weapons.”

  “Ingrid Goes West,” of course, didn’t require quite as much prep — though Olsen did start a secret Instagram account, following women like lifestyle guru Jenni Kayne, fashion blogger Aimee Song and Who What Wear founder Hillary Kerr for inspiration. Spicer encouraged her to start posting her own photographs, which she did: one of a crusty baguette with dipping oil, another of some Diptyque candles. (“Those first ones were a little bumpy,” the director says with a laugh. “Like, food that doesn’t quite look as appetizing as it should, or sunsets. Very obvious starter photos.”)

  Then, this winter, Olsen decided to bite the bullet and start her own public page.

  “I decided to join because I realized I was only taking something away from myself,” she explains. “It’s so funny that people like to pretend that they’re maybe or maybe not getting paid to post something. Financially, it’s a brilliant opportunity. Like, I’d really love to be a brand ambassador. I’d love to do a campaign. I think sometimes working with brands or different cosmetic companies — that can help people recognize your face and then they go see your movies. I was only hurting my opportunities by not participating.”

  While some young Oscar winners like Jennifer Lawrence and Emma Stone have held out on joining the platform, it has increasingly become commonplace for even serious actor types — Anne Hathaway, Brie Larson, Shailene Woodley — to open up on social media. Before, Olsen says, she was “being old-school about it” — something she learned from her sisters, who she acknowledges are “notoriously private people.” But even they supported her launching an Instagram account. And besides, she’s not good at being “super mysterious.” She’s too chatty for that. Plus, there are plenty of accounts she wants to keep stalking.

  “There are so many times I’ve seen a picture and thought, ‘Oh, God, how do they make those flower arrangements look so great all the time?’” says Olsen, who recently bought her first home in L.A. and is decorating it with an aesthetic she describes as Diane Keaton’s Hamptons beach house in “Something’s Gotta Give.” “Or: ‘How expensive are those chairs I’m looking at on Pinterest? Did they find them at some place I’ve never heard of? How do you have that kind of eye?’”

  The rest of the photoshoot is posted in the gallery.

    Gallery Link:

Studio Photoshoots > 2017 > Session 017

  Press: Elizabeth Olsen does double duty in ‘Wind River’ and ‘Ingrid Goes West’ was originally published on Elizabeth Olsen Source • Your source for everything Elizabeth Olsen

[louisemarie88-blog]

Hi Everyone!

Just thought I’d post a quick update on a little something new I’m trying, and you may well of heard of it if you’re head’s been submerged in the wonderful world of beauty!

Beauty Pie are a company that seem to have taken over my Insta and general internet feeds, offering high quality skin care and make up products at a ridiculously affordable price. For those of you that aren’t familiar with the name, Beauty Pie claim that they…

‘Source the best luxury makeup and skincare from the world’s leading laboratories, and sell it directly to our members, without the mumbo jumbo, the middlemen, or the markups‘.

So to break it right down, they basically buy products from manufacturers that produce for many of those high-end brands we love to lust after, but package them in their own simplistic yet elegant Beauty Pie packaging and woosh them out at affordable prices. It’s perfectly common knowledge that a lot of the time the inflated prices charged by major beauty brands are done so purely because of their name. So this alternative sounds kind of exciting right?!

So how does it work, and how do we get out hands on these bargain beauties? Well, Beauty Pie generally runs on a subscription service of either monthly (£10 a month for a minimum of three months) or annually (£99 a year essentially giving two months membership free). Once you’ve chosen your subscription you can then order up to £100 worth of products per month. However do be aware, this £100 limit is based on the ‘regular purchase price’ not the members price. so for example…

If you decide to go for say three items, and their membership price total is £35 but the regular non-members purchase price comes to £97, then that’s your limit reached. You can in fact purchase through the website without having a membership, but you will have to fork out the regular price which is often a heck of a lot more (apparently often an 85% mark up!) and resembles that of the major beauty brands like your Estee Lauders and Tom Fords.

Now considering I’ve seen a lot about this company and their products, I’d never actually intended to join as I already have so many products to get through. But when one of my besties asked me if I’d heard of them and said she was going to sign up (furthermore would I like anything adding to her order!) I became weak and couldn’t resist. I offered to pay for half of her membership cost which was only £5, and made it cheaper for the both of us. I think sharing a membership is actually a great way to dip your toe in the water with something new like this. So she placed our order and I must say delivery was pretty damn speedy!

So what did we order? Well she ordered the Advanced Serum-Infusion Biocellulose Sheet Masks (set of five) and I ordered the Super Retinol Ceramide Boost Anti-Aging Serum. And that was all we got for the £100 allowance! In fact the allowance when you first sign up is upped to £150 as a bonus and we still only got two items. The sheet masks were supposed to be £55 (membership cost £13.87) and the retinol £80 (membership price £9.84). So between us we paid £23.71 for the products plus shipping where as the RRP’s would have amounted up to £135. That’s a pretty good saving. The only gripe I have with this is that Beauty Pie boast about their cost transparency values and I understand that they’re offering products at a lot lower cost than the other brands whose products may be virtually identical, however why is this saving only available to those that subscribe? Surely the 85% saving should be available to all? Or at least a saving of say 50%? That way they still have a decent mark up (I get that they’re not doing in for free), but continue to follow through with their ethical marketing strategy. They do after all state on their website that ‘Luxury beauty products often retail for up to 10x what they actually cost to produce. We think that’s crazy‘. If you’re interested, here’s a look at how they break down their costing..

Screenshot from Beautypie.com

  I feel like I’ve gone off on a bit of a tangent that I wasn’t intending on going on, but you know how you start writing, and thinking, and actually just typing out the prices got the old brain cells twirling round. So apologies if this has gone a bit off ‘light introduction’ to ‘moan and grumble’. Non intentional I promise.

Anyhoo, Retinol is something I’ve been looking for incorporate into my skin care regime for quite some time now, so I’m actually really excited to get going with Beauty Pie’s version. I love that it also contains Hyaluronic and Lactic Acids which kind of roles a few steps into one. I can say that I have tried one of the sheet masks my friend ordered (the sweetheart popped on in the box with my retinol for me to try) and I wasn’t a fan due to the fit of the sheet. But then I have been spoilt with those perfect fitting hydrogel masks from Oh K! and there really is no going back from there.

I’ll keep you posted on my thoughts in regards to the Super Retinol once I’ve had chance to give it a good thrashing. We’re probably talking weeks here so hang in there, it will come eventually! If you’re interested in discovering Beauty Pie for yourself, you can visit their website here and read up all about how they work and what they have to offer. I must say their website is very aesthetically pleasing and there are lots of products to choose from. Plus I believe a lot if not all of their products are cruelty free!

If you’re still here, well done for making it through what was supposed to be a short and snappy post and thanks for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed discovering Beauty Pie with me (If you’re not already familiar), and please don’t forget to give my post a little love if you did enjoy!

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  Let’s Try Beauty Pie! Hi Everyone! Just thought I'd post a quick update on a little something new I'm trying, and you may well of heard of it if you're head's been submerged in the wonderful world of beauty!